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queen-rainy-love · 2 years

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Cute Child! Clotted Cream hc. Captain Caviar and Oyster are his sassy yet sweet aunt and fun yet brash uncle figures. One time when Elder Custard was too busy, Captain Caviar took him and Oyster to the beach, building sandcastles and collecting seashells. They even caught a fish together! The two see Clotted Cream as their kid/nephew, and worry for him sometimes. Bonus: Oyster and Caviar are married.

Hmmm. The multi-shipper inside of me likes this plan. But I can make it somewhat funnier and sadder. :)

*The scene is set in the Crème Republic a few years ago. A young Clotted Cream and Light Cream were walking up to House Oyster's mansion. Oyster was standing outside the door, waiting for them.*

Light Cream: Thank you so much for watching over Clotted Cream today, Lady Oyster Cookie.

Oyster: Of course! I love spending time with him. And I know this errand you're doing will take a while, so I don't mind.

Light Cream: Thank you again. *bends down to Clotted Cream* Remember dear. You need to listen to Miss. Oyster, okay?

Clotted Cream: Okay mama. Love you.

Light Cream: Love you too sweetie. *places a kiss on his head before heading out.*

*Oyster and Clotted Cream waved goodbye and then went inside. Clotted Cream rushed over to the sea balcony. Oyster giggled and followed him.*

Oyster: You must really love the sea.

Clotted Cream: I want to see the sea. And I think Captain Caviar should be out there.

*Just as he said that, the Salty Shark stirred up to the balcony. Captain Caviar was standing on top of the main mast, which was nearly eye to eye with the balcony. He tipped his head and ordered the ship to stop.*

Oyster: *smiles* Captain Caviar, such a pleasure to see you today. What brings you here?

Captain Caviar: *smirks* Can't I say hello to my fellow Council member as I make sure my ship is still intact?

Oyster: I see, but so close to my balcony. Why is that?

Captain Caviar: Well, we do need to test our reflexes for rough terrain. Plus it helps if the training area has a nice view itself.

*This goes on a good bit. Clotted Cream looked back and forth between the two Cookies. His young mind blurted out the first thing on his mind.*

Clotted Cream: Are you two married?

*The moment those words came out of his mouth, Oyster froze up and Captain Caviar nearly fell off the main mast.*

Oyster: *starts sweating* Wh-what makes you say that?

Clotted Cream: *realizes his mistake and starts stuttering* I...I just t-thought that s-since I've r-read stories about C-Cookies marrying and they w-would talk like this. S-so...

Captain Caviar: Well... we're not married. But we do have some history and would have loved to be together.

Clotted Cream: Then wh-why aren't you t-two married?

Oyster: It's because...my father...

*Both she and Captain Caviar quickly noticed Clotted Cream frowning. Captain Caviar quickly spoke up.*

Captain Caviar: How about the three of us go to the beach? I can teach ya how to fish and we can even find something nice for your ma.

*Two hours later, the trio was sitting on the beach. Clotted Cream and Oyster were finishing up a sandcastle while Captain Caviar set up a fishing set-up.*

Oyster: And there we go! A beautiful castle for an adorable prince. *pats Clotted Cream's hair.*

Captain Caviar: Perfect timin'! The rods are ready and I can see some gummy fishes close by.

Clotted Cream: Yay! Then can we look for some seashells? I'm sure mama would like some.

Captain Caviar: Sure thing squirt.

*For a good two hours, the boys caught two buckets full of fish. All the while, Clotted Cream noticed all the flirting between the two elders. It was exactly like the books he read. As the sun started to set, the trio headed back to House Oyster's mansion.*

Clotted Cream: Today was so fun! I can't wait to show mama what we found!

Captain Caviar: I'm sure she'll love what you found. And I hope you get those fishes to your father. I'm sure he'll like them.

Oyster: And if he gives you any trouble, you tell him that your Auntie Oyster and Uncle Caviar can have a talk with him.

Clotted Cream: Okay! And I can even try to get him to help you guys get married!

*Oyster and Captain Caviar tensed up a bit. However, Captain Caviar came up with a plan.*

Captain Caviar: I don't think he could help...but if you become part of the council, then you could get us married.

Oyster: Caviar...

Captain Caviar: You can plan it all out and even invite other kingdoms to come. And if you can even convince Baumkuchen and Archbishop Cream to officiate our wedding, we will help you with whatever you want to do.

Clotted Cream: (I'm too young to be an Elder... So, if I become the Consul, I can do it!) Okay! I will! I will join the Council!

*Ten minutes later, Light Cream picked up Clotted Cream and once they were out of view, Oyster slapped Captain Caviar's shoulder.*

Oyster: What were you thinking?! You know it would be impossible for us and Clotted Cream to be part of the council at the same time!

Captain Caviar: I know...but I didn't want to break his heart that his favorite aunt and uncle can never marry because of your father's demand.

Oyster: I know...but...

Captain Caviar: We have no one stopping us from visiting each other, but you know how judgmental the Cream Cookies can be. Especially with you as a widow.

Oyster: I know. But...*rests her forehead on his and closes her eyes* sometimes...I wish we can.

Captain Caviar: *closes his eyes* I know.

*Years later, Captain Caviar was visiting House Oyster when he heard the news of Clotted Cream becoming Consul.*

Captain Caviar: (So...he did technically become part of the council. Which means...oh fish sticks...Oyster's going to kill me...)

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #clotted cream cookie #light cream cookie #oyster cookie #captain caviar cookie #oyster cookie x captain caviar cookie

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ptergwen · 3 years

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written in the stars

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: jus (lots of) making out

summary: using your newly acquired knowledge of astrology, you test your compatibility with tom

a/n: i was planning on making this a little blurb for y’all but then i got really into it and here we are lmfhfksjks i promise you don’t have to know anything about astrology or birth charts to enjoy cuz i broke it all down + it’s not the main focus of the fic anyways! this is mostly a day in the life with tommy boy and i hope you like it as much as i do :,) also some of this might be wrong.. i’m not an expert so yeah

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“right, so how does this work again?” tom watches your laptop screen with curious eyes.

you’ve been getting into astrology lately, and whatever you care about, so does he. that’s why you’re currently laid across your bed in sweats while you teach him everything you know. but first, you’ll need to do his birth chart. it’s the pinnacle of everything.

“you just have to tell me what time you were born, then it does the rest for me,” you grin, typing in the name of the website. you’d had to do some research to find a reliable one. “that’s it? you don’t need, like, my birthday or something?” tom quirks an eyebrow at the chart generator.

“i already know your birthday, babes.” you laugh softly and let your head fall onto his shoulder. “you crazy gemini.” “‘m not crazy.” he smiles despite himself, leaning his head on yours. “just got a big personality, innit? charming, clever, lots of energy,” he lists off the characteristics of his sign, which you just taught him. that lights up your whole face.

“definitely not cocky,” you deadpan, tom scrunching his nose in response. “look at you, remembering all that. you really are clever.” “well, it’s interesting.” he drapes an arm around you, fingers running up and down your side. “i quite like the idea of the universe knowing me so well.”

tapping your fingers on the keys, you hum. “you’ll love your birth chart, then. tell me when you were born.” tom grimaces and squeezes at your waist. “i don’t actually know.” “how do you not know?” you flick his back playfully, making him flinch. he pokes you so you’re even. “i’ve never thought to ask. guess i’m not that clever after all.”

those are teasing words, but you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. he gladly accepts it and gives you one on the side of your neck.

“no, your head’s gigantic. there’s gotta be something up there.” you knock on his skull for emphasis, your hand tangling in his hair. tom lets out a breathy chuckle. “hot air,” he explains as your fingers run through the messy locks. “you’re so...” you don’t even have the words. tom does. “hilarious? witty? amusing?” he tries to finish, tilting his head back to look at you.

“yeah, all of the above,” you confer and bring your hand back down to the keyboard. your lips curve into a smirk when tom whines. he’s the biggest baby, and he makes no attempt to hide it. “why don’t you text your mom and ask for your time of birth?” you suggest, tom pursing his lips in agreement. “sure, i’ll give mum a ring. i bet she loves this stuff, too.”

you roll over to lay on your back, tom still on his stomach. he pulls his phone from his pocket and opens imessage. “ah, nikki’s an astrogirl?” you wonder. tom makes a funny face at the term. “is that what you call yourselves?” “not really. well, not officially.” giggling, you loop your fingers around his wrist. “you can be an astroboy, if you want. or girl.”

tom sighs and leans over so his face hovers above yours. “god, you’re adorable. how are you so cute?” he gently pecks your lips. you’re about to kiss back, then he moves off to your cheek. after that is your forehead, chin, and finally down the bridge of your nose. it leaves you out of breath from laughter and with warm skin.

“i can’t answer that if you’re gonna launch a kiss attack on me-“

tom’s lips capture yours in a proper kiss, which you now get the chance to reciprocate. you hold him in place with your hands on his cheeks. his eyes instantly flutter closed and lashes tickle your face. the feeling draws another giggle out of you, and right into his mouth.

“absolutely gorgeous,” tom mutters against your lips. “anyone ever tell you that?” “you do, tommy. all the time.” your voice comes out gravelly, breathless, a grin painting your face. it transfers to tom. “mm, that’s right. my pretty baby.” he’s beaming down at you. he moves on top of you swiftly, his weight held up by his elbows on your sides.

you pull apart so you can go back in harder, hands situating in his curls again. tom grabs at your hips while the kiss deepens. your legs wrap around his waist clad in joggers and allow your bodies to be even closer together. the less space between you two, the needier you both get. “love,” tom parts his lips for you. “can i get a little more?” “course you can, tommy.” your fingers tug at his curls, mouth opening slightly.

his tongue skims its way across your lower lip, asking for access. you give his hair another pull to grant it. tom lets his tongue slip into your mouth, searching for your own as his hands continue to roam your body. he’s gone from gently peppering you in kisses to fully eating your face. no complaints, though. a quiet whimper escapes you when your tongues clash.

tom starts to push up your t-shirt, eyes opening to meet yours for approval. they’re completely darkened. you nod because you can’t answer with words. your tongue is preoccupied, intertwined with his. he sets his hands on your bare stomach, your nails scratching at tom’s scalp in a way that elicits a low groan.

“feels good?” your words come out muffled, barely audible. tom still understands them. “so good,” he rasps, calloused fingers dragging along your skin. they start to move up your body as you brush your lips against his. the kiss is light, and tom’s lips feel swollen as they move. his hands are nearing your chest, your legs tightening around his waist.

it earns another sinful noise from him. you want to see just how much he’s enjoying himself, so you peek up at him. what a sight that is. his faced twisted up as he focuses on kissing you, strands of hair stuck to his forehead from your playing with it. he’s so beautiful, and deserves to know. before you can tell him, you see his phone light up from the corner of your eye.

“tom,” you mumble his name. he’s too distracted by searching for your bra hook to hear. “tommy?” you’re louder this time, his mouth moving off of yours. “what is it, love?” tom exhales, hot breath hitting your face. “i think your mom texted back.” you offer a smile and run your thumb over his plumped lips. he only squints at you.

“about your time of birth,” you clarify. “for your birth chart.” “oh, that.” he kisses your thumb, nodding to himself. “forgot we were doing that.” tom tends to get a bit carried away with anything you related. making out can go on for hours and down many different paths, but it’s not the only thing. he’s a man in love, and the woman he shares that with gets all his attention at any given time. you’re so lucky to receive it.

you nod back and feel his racing heart as it beats against yours. “if you still want to, yeah.” “i definitely do. wanna hear you say more nice things about me,” tom jokes, a smug grin pulling at his lips. your eyes narrow. “who says they’ll be nice?” you challenge and earn a snicker from him.

“alright, missy. can you hand me my phone please?” he drops his head onto your chest, big brown eyes gazing up at you. “yes, sir.” you pat his cheek and grab his phone from next to you. tom’s contact name for nikki is set as ‘Ma x’, which brings a toothy smile to your face. “here you go.” you dangle his phone above his head. tom takes it from you promptly. “thanks.”

after leaving a couple of kisses on your clothed chest, he rolls to lay next to you. “let’s see, let’s see,” he murmurs, reading his mom’s messages. you scoot closer so you can look. “ooh, lots of crying emojis,” tom remarks. “i think you made her kinda nostalgic.” you pout at the screen. copying your face, he clicks on a picture nikki attached.

“she even pulled out the birth certificate.” he shows you his phone, and you zoom in to see when he was born. “big stuff here,” you say while you read. tom takes the time to get comfortable, resting his chin on your shoulder. “looks like you popped out in the middle of the night,” you conclude, giving him his phone back. he clicks his tongue at you.

“don’t say popped out.” feigning innocence, you glance over at him. “too late.” tom types out a reply thanking his mom before tossing his phone aside. “middle of the night makes sense, though.” he bites the inside of his cheek. “i’ve always been a party animal, haven’t i?” you turn onto your side and put a hand on his chest.

“it’s in your gemini nature. or really, your tom nature.” tom does an over exaggerated wink. “i like the sound of that.” he chuckles when you hit at his chest. “bring the laptop. let’s get this thing going.” you huff as you reach over him to grab it. you’ve switched positions so you’re laying horizontally on your stomach and over his legs, your laptop in front of you.

“if we find out there’s any scorpio in you...” you shutter. “hm? what’s wrong with scorpios?” tom wonders, watching you plug his birth time into the generator. “they’re literally insane, tom. like, serial killer insane. there’s statistics.” your eyes go wide as you hit enter. he leans his head back on his arms with a wince. “never mind, then.”

a small gasp leaves your lips, you squeezing tom’s knee. “it’s done.” “what does it say? share with the audience,” tom requests so you do your thing. you’re eager to get to it, turning the laptop to show him his birth chart. “ok, so.” you point at a box a few places down. “this is your rising sign, which is basically how other people see you.”

tom reads the chart, moving his own finger along the screen. “it says i’m a... taurus. what are those like?” “in one word? boring,” you summarize, tom only frowning. “kidding, kidding.” his frown fades into a small smile at that. “they’re known for being super nice and chill... also stubborn,” you tell him and prop your head in your hand.

“so, that makes no sense. those are complete opposites,” tom comments, slipping out from under you. he settles by your side. “i don’t get how i can be a gemini and a taurus, either.” “weird, right?” you sigh in content as his hand comes to stay on the small of your back. “very strange. do you think it could be wrong?”

“are you questioning the universe’s plan?” you tease, tom drumming his fingers on you. “yes, i am.” “see, you’re stubborn! taurus things.” you scroll down to his moon sign before he can protest. tom sticks out his tongue and tries to lick your cheek, which you stop by putting your hand in his face. “next is your moon sign,” you laugh out, ignoring his boyish behavior.

“that controls your emotions and private thoughts,” you elaborate and look presently surprised when you see what tom’s is. “yours is sagittarius. that’s a cool one.” “is it? how come?” tom sneaks a few kisses down the shell of your ear. “you guys are really open-minded and into things that challenge you.” he nods, signaling for you to go on. you turn onto your back so you’re looking up at him.

“you’re all about your freedom, though. it’s hard to hold you down for too long.” grinning, tom brings his face into your line of vision. “that must mean you’re a real force because i’m not going anywhere.” he nudges your nose with his, lips ghosting over yours. you return the smile and meet him halfway for your lips to connect. “anytime soon,” tom adds on in a whisper, kissing back easily.

this one doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to. it’s just one of those kisses that makes you feel each other’s love, no matter how you go about it. they’re essentially your own made up love language.

you’re still smiling when your lips detach, fingers combing through tom’s tussled locks. “now that we’ve done the big three...” you preface. “androids, aliens, and wizards?” tom jokes, you breathing out a laugh. you’d thought he had a soft spot for sam and bucky. your suspicions were correct.

“cute, but no. your sun sign, moon sign, and rising sign,” you explain to him. “sure, sure. what about them?” tom toys with the hem of your shirt while you think. a mischievous glint in your eyes, you suddenly sit up. “since you know yours, and i know mine, how about we test our compatibility?”

tom is well aware of what that means, and he isn’t so sure he’d like to do it. he’s someone who believes in cliches like soulmates and fate, so he’ll take your results seriously. after the lessons on astrology you gave him, especially.

his heart will always hold a special place for you and you only. nothing will change that. but, what if the universe says you can’t be together? where do you go from there?

“um,” tom presses his lips into an uncertain line. you’re already getting your laptop. “i mean, do we want to know? what if we’re not...” you come back over to him with both eyebrows furrowed. “compatible?” “yeah” he hesitates before answering, which tells you he’s nervous.

“it’s just for fun, tommy,” you assure him and press a quick kiss to his lips. “besides, if anyone could defy the odds, it would be us.” tom perks up a bit, sitting up next to you. “you think we’re that strong, huh?” “absolutely. do you?” you’re already sure what he’s going to say. he pulls you into his lap, kissing at your hair and letting it linger. “one hundred percent. i’ll do it.”

you put your laptop in your own lap with a grin. tom’s arms hold you by your middle. “ok, here we go,” you mutter, searching for a good compatibility calculator. it doesn’t take long to find one. “remember, this all a bunch of theories. our love goes beyond what a stupid website tells us, okay?” you remind him, his arms tightening around you.

“okay. i love you,” tom speaks into your hair. “you’re so good at saying exactly what i need to hear. how do you do it?” “i love you too, and that’s a secret i’ll never tell.” you take one of his hands and bring it to your lips. tom’s leg bounces while you plug your three signs and his into the calculator. before hitting the calculate option, you look at him over your shoulder.

“ready?” your finger hovers over the cursor. you know how much these things mean to him, so you want to be positive that he is. “can we do it together?” tom asks shyly, which is highly uncharacteristic of him. “sure, baby. on the count of three.” you wait for him to place his hand over yours. he grips it tight, then you start to count. “one... two... three.”

the two of you click calculate at the same time, your results taking a few seconds to load. “love, i’m so nervous. i can’t look.” tom dips his head down so yours is blocking his view. you lightheartedly roll your eyes. “it’s fine, tom. i’m sure we’ll-“ the screen changes to display your compatibility rating, you cutting yourself off. he slowly creeps out from behind you.

“oh, god. are they in? what’s it say?” tom grabs onto your waist, feeling vibrations from you giggling. you shake your head at the website. “it’s really good... almost a perfect match. told you we’re meant to be.” he joins in your laughter, an endless amount of kisses going down the side of your head. “now, it’s written in the stars. we’re untouchable!”

he’s flipping you over so he lays above you, lips colliding messily with yours for the millionth time today. you don’t mind, though. you could do this a million more. “a power couple,” you continue for him between another peck of his lips. “always have been,” tom corrects and shuts you up again with his mouth on yours.

your hand reaches up for him, but doesn’t make it as the passionate kiss he’s giving you takes your breath away. he locks your fingers together instead, whispering one last thing.

“always will be.”

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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hot chocolate w sonny

Warm Milk

A/N: This is loosely based on real events. Did you know people use milk for hot chocolate? Wild. I hope you enjoy!

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It was snowing in New York City, and you were spending the weekend with your boyfriend, Sonny. It was rare that you had so much free time with him, and you were planning on taking advantage.

You had spent the day doing cute, couple-y, Christmas things—mostly, though, you had decorated his place. Almost every item was given to him from some family member and had a million stories tied to it. Sonny regaled you with family stories, some embarrassing, but most of them incredibly touching.

“This isn’t right, doll. We should be drinkin’ hot chocolate while decoratin’ the tree,” he said. You agreed; you liked hot chocolate well enough, but it was nothing special growing up. Just a warm drink in the cold winters.

You followed Sonny to the kitchen, cocking an eyebrow as he took a carton of milk from the fridge. “Umm, what’re you doing?” you asked as he measured the milk out.

“Warming milk?” he replied, just as confused.

“For what?”

He gave you a long look, eyes scanning your face for some sign of a joke. His brow furrowed as his mind rapidly flitted from thought to thought, before his face finally cleared, and a look of deep pity entered his eyes.

“Oh, you poor, deprived soul. Don’t tell me ya used water for hot chocolate,” he lamented.

You blinked at him. “Yeah, that’s how we made it. Dump the powder in the mug, then pour in boiling water and mix it. Easy.”

It was like every word you said physically hurt him. “No. Just…just no, doll.”

“No what?”

“All of that. Just no, nope, not happenin’. When ya datin’ me, you’re not allowed to taint your palette with that. I’ll show ya real hot chocolate,” he explained.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Sonny and his refined palette. Sometimes, he drove you insane. Once after work, you made a box of Kraft mac n cheese, and you thought his head was going to explode. You weren’t sure how to tell him that sometimes, crap food is good food.

“It can’t be that different, Sonny,” you teased. You watched him work; he had the milk warming in a pot, and two mugs on the counter. Opening a cabinet, he pulled out a glass container of hot chocolate mix, with little marshmallows mixed in.

“I made this with my ma a few days ago after church; prepare to never have Nestle again,” he warned. He popped the top, then scooped out a measuring cup of powder into each mug. “How chocolatey d’ya want yours?”

“Chocolate,” you emphasized. When you were a kid, you’d use two packets of Swiss Miss.

Sonny chuckled, scooping another cupful into your mug before sealing the container and putting it away. By then, the milk was starting to bubble gently. He turned the stove off, pouring the scalding liquid into both mugs. He then took two peppermint sticks and used them to stir the mix and milk together. Lastly, he opened the fridge and took out the whipped cream, spraying a perfect spiral on top of both.

“You’re a dork,” you said as you took your mug.

“Hey! I take hot chocolate seriously!” he replied, but the grin on his face showed he wasn’t actually offended.

You rolled your eyes at him, smiling, before you took a sip. Damn him—it was the best hot chocolate you’ve ever tasted. There was no denying it. And from the look of amusement he was giving you, he knew it, too.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #my writing

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elysianslove · 4 years

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking

ever

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone

his texts give you butterflies

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long?

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps

anyways before this becomes v nsfw

you two catch up like u had met yesterday

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa

or makes him uncomfortable

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace

zero pda at the start of the relationship

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team

but slowly he warms up

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers

if anything you believe in them even more

now you watch more diligently during practice

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)

walks home with you are so much more serene

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too

at first he was like stop copying me 😾

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease

now you’ve never seen toru play properly

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one?

never

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just

so amazed

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there

also love, love, loves lazy days with you

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs

a l l songs

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just

“you’re my lucky charm”

when he wins

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3

anyways

yes

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend

im frothing

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3

so he was so flirty

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him

going out with him is super fun

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man !

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay

so you wanted to make the most out of everything

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural?

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching

and then it kinda goes really silent

but

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world

and maybe you saw it coming

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru headcanons #oikawa headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi hajime x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa x you #iwaizumi x you #kuroo x you

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alittlelove4u · 3 years

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mha boys/girls saying ,,I love you“ for the first time

including: Denki • Momo • Iida • Todoroki • Bakugou

WARNINGS: none except my tenses and my English

NOTE: requests are open

part2

masterlist

Denki Kaminari

It was after the training. For the first time since months he lost control over his quirk. Of course you brought him to recovery-girl and took care of him.

When he finally came back, you were still sitting in the nursing room next to him with his hand in yours and your head on his shoulder. Your eyes were closed but then you heard his voice. It was nothing more than a whisper. ,,I love you,“ he said with a soft voice.

You looked up to him, to see him looking at his hands. You always knew that he was insecure about his quirk and felt helpless in these situations, but you never left his side and always told him that he’s a great hero.

He realized that he loves you weeks ago but was too scared to tell you anything.

,,I love you too,“ you said with a lovely smile and squeezed his hand softly. Denki finally looked you in the eyes and as he realized that you were serious, he kissed you softly. Trying to show you how much he loves you. To him you are the most perfect human being in existence and he’s thanks the gods evey day for the privilege to know you. He would have never dared to believe that you would even like him and yet, you just said that you love him.

Iida Tenya

Tenya didn’t say it directly. He’s too shy for that.

But one time he gave you a book as a present. It was a random Saturday morning and you recognized the book, because he’s read it multiple times and sometimes he even read it to you.

,,Well, you said you like it. So i got you your own copy,“ he said with a shy smile and rosy cheeks.

As you stated reading it, you found little notes on the pages. Some sentences were underlined others were crossed out. You recognized Tenya‘s handwriting and couldn’t stop smiling. He marked every sentence that reminds him of you or that sounds romantic.

You finished the book a flew days later, late at night. As you finished reading, you saw that the very last page had a fold. There was one last note that Tenya left for you.

,,There are many people who wrote stunning poems about the people they love, but none of these can describe what you make me feel. From the deepest roots of your anger to the way you tuck your hair back. There is nothing that I couldn’t love about you. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. I love you Y/N“

Still in your pyjama and with the book in your hands you run to his room. It took him a while to get up and open. He seemed alerted as he saw you, but you just pulled him into a hug and kissed him.

,,Y/n, what are you doing here? Did something happen?“ he was still concerned until you hold the book up. For a second Tenya stiffened, afraid that you might reject him.

You were still hugging him tightly with you face in his neck. ,,I love you too, Tenya.“

Momo Yaoyozoru

Momo had a plan. She would cook you your favorite meal and after that the two of you would go star gazing. She would tell you that she loves you and kiss you unter the stars.

However.

Just a flew days before your special date, Momo caught the floo. Fever, Headaches and much more. She was laying in bed all day and of course you took care of her.

,,Y/n you really don’t have to stay here. You’ll get sick too,“ she protested as you brought her her favorite tea and sit down.

,,I don’t care. You are sick and my ma always said that you take care of people you love.“ You didn’t really though about the things you said but Momo froze for a second.

...for the people you love...

...you love...

You took care of her...this means you love her. Right?

Momo didn’t know if it was because of the fever or the weird medicine that Midorya brought her.

,,I love you, Y/n!“ Momo shouted as loud as she could and sit up. She had forgotten all of her plans. All she could think about is that you love her and she loves you too!

,,What?“ You asked, still in shook but with a growing smile on your face.

,,I love you.“ she reapeded, this time calmer and soft. But she started doubting herself. Maybe you didn’t mean it that way? Maybe she didn’t hear you correctly.

,,I love you too, Momo,“ you said with the biggest smile on your face and kissed her.

Todoroki Shoto

You and Shoto were laying in bed, listening to music and just relaxing after a hard day. Your head was on his chest and his arms around your waist.

Shoto realized that he loves you just in that moment. You were singing along to some song and were playing with his fingers. He was looking at you and thought that even if the world would end right now, he wouldn’t care because you were with him. He could stay in this position forever.

I love you. He thought and almost said it out loud but there was this little voice in the back of his head. How could you, the most stunning person, love him, when not even his own mother could love him. He was probably unable to be loved.

Maybe I did something bad in my previous life? Maybe all the people who love me are cursed. No...I’m the curse.

He would give all his belongings, yesterday’s and tomorrow’s if it would mean that you could love him. He would even forget his groll against his father.

Shoto stiffened and you noticed that. He seemed so distant and scared. ,,Shoto? Babe are you okay?“ you looked up to him and slowly run your finger over his cheek.

Shoto needed a second to put away his thoughts. ,,Yeah.“

,,You are lying,“ you noted and the hurted look in your eyes, broke his heart. ,,I thought we can talk about everything.“

He looked at you for a flew seconds. He’s already hurting you. ,,W...What would you do, if I’d love you?“ Shoto knows that his question is probably weird but he just wants to know it.

You are quiet for a moment. Processing the question. ,,I would love you back,“ you replied with little smile.

They boy with the red-white hair is speechless. You would love him back. You wouldn’t leave him.

Shoto doesn’t say anything but he smiles and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. He was relaxing again and even though he didn’t say it, you both knew what this question really meant.

Bakugou Katsuki

Just like Momo he wants everything to be perfect but nothing reaches his expectations. He took you out to three different dates last week and every time he almost said it, he got to scared. He can’t stop thinking about it.

The two of you were sitting in the common room, watching some sitcoms. You were sitting next to him with his arms around you. I love you. He thought but it wouldn’t fit. Who wants to hear their first ,,I love you“ on some random couch.

,,Do you wanna go get something to eat later?“ you asked with a sleepy voice and looked up to him.

I love you

You looked so beautiful and it made Katsuki only angry because he couldn’t find a proper way to tell you how much he loves you. ,,Yeah.“

He didn’t say anything else and you just keep watching TV. Until you stood up and left his arms, wich he didn’t like. He loves it when you cuddle, because it calms him down.

,,What are you doing?“ he asked with a grumpy face and held your hand.

,,I promised Mina to help her with her hair. We can get food afterwards. I won’t need long,“ you explained and placed a soft goodbye-kiss on his lips.

,,Okay.“

,,See you later. Bey, Babe,“ you walked around the couch and gave him a last kiss from behind.

,,Bey, love you,“ Katsuki said and regretted it immediately. Not because he didn’t meant it but he didn’t wants to say it like that. It slipped from his mouth and he froze.

,,What?“ you stopped walking as you realized what he just said. With rosy cheeks and a big smile you turned around. He actually said it. You weren’t stupid, of course you knew why he took you on so many dates.

,,Nothing,“ he denied it, hoping he could say it later right, but you were tired of waiting. With a big smile you jumped on the sofa and looked at him. His cheeks were burning and he was afraid to look you in the eyes.

,,Nhnh. You said, that you love me,“ you just love it to tease him. You sit on his lap and grinned at him. You wouldn’t leave him until he said it again.

,,So what? I do.“

,,Say it again,“ you pull a pout and wrapped your arms around his neck. Katsuki couldn’t resist your puppy eyes.

,,I love you,“ he said, still a little grumpy but smiling as you kissed him.

,,I love you too, Katsuki,“ you giggle happy and Katsuki could swear this was the most beautiful sound he ever heard. It’s rare that someone says his name with so much love in their voice.

Bakugou held you as tight as he could.

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miah-pooh · 4 years

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Day 5 Mommy Kissing Santa

A/N: Day 5 of “A Very Merry Christmas with the MHA Characters” P.S I couldn't come up with a reason why the kids couldn’t see Santa so I put what my ma used to tell me when I was little and Every year no matter how old we are we sit down and read ‘Twas the Night before Christmas’ every year. What was a Christmas tradition you and your family did. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!!!

Uploaded: 12/5/2020

Word Count: 1.2k

Bakugou x Reader

It was a snowy Christmas Eve and you and Katashi were making cookies for Santa. “M-Mommy why can't we see Santa when comes” Katashi asks. Your eyes widened because the question was unexpected and it caught you off guard. Katashi was only 6 and Katsumi was 7. You thought you would be used to their random question but they always prove you wrong. “ Well” you say squatting down to be face to face to the child “legends says if you catch santa while working he would either poke you in the eye or not giving you your presents” The child eyes widened and ran out the kitchen screaming for his older sister “wait Katashi what about the cookies!” Before you knew it he was gone around the corner probably telling his sister about Santa. You continued to place the cookies on the cookie sheet and put them in the oven, You set a timer and cleaned the kitchen back up. Katsuki walked in the kitchen with both kids clinging to him for dear life. “ A little help” you turned around and giggled at the sight before you “ What happened?” You said still giggling “Whatever you told Katashi he told Katsumi and and now they don’t want ‘Santa’ anymore. For the longest you begged Katsuki to put on a Santa customer and put the present under the tree because why not? He finally agreed to do it for the kids. “ I might have accidentally told him if he was to see Santa he would pick them in the eye and not leave presents” you say fiddling with your thumbs. Katsuki moved to the living room and you followed behind him. “Guys you know Santa is not going to do anything if I'm around to protect you” He says looking at the kids “ and if he does decide to mess with you i'll just have to beat him up and tell him not to mess with my kids anymore.” He says with a grin on his face looking at you, You couldn’t help but giggle at your husband's comment. The kids looked at you with their big red eyes looking for reassurance and all you could do is smile and nod at them. The timer for the cookies went off and you got up to take them out the oven. You looked at the time and noticed it was getting late. You walked back to the living room getting a book off the bookshelf. You held the book up for the kids to see “who's ready for our tradition book reading?” you ask, The kids finally let go of Katsuki and ran to their rooms to get their matching Pajamas. Before you could follow behind them, Katsuki grabbed you and pulled you close, you stared at him surprised “Yes?” he pulled a mistletoe out of his pocket and held it over your head, You laughed giving him a kiss and walking to the kids room to help them with their clothes. When the kids had their pajamas you squatted down and whispered “go get daddy and bring him to the sofa to read with us.” The kids ran out of their room and into the living room looking for their dad. You sat on the sofa waiting, you heard little pitter patter steps and turned around to see Katsumi pushing Katsuki and Katashi pulling him towards the sofa. You were sitting in the middle of the sofa with Katsuki on your left side, Katsumi sat on your right and Katashi sat in your lap both children smiling at you ready to read. “Twas the Night before Christmas…” Once you were done reading Katashi was asleep and Katsumi was rubbing her big red eyes trying to stay awake you looked at Katsuki and he took that as a sign to grab Katsumi and put her to bed. You picked up Katashi and made your way to the kids room. You tucked them in and kissed their foreheads good night. You left the door cracked and made your way to the Kitchen to set the milk and cookies on the table for Santa.You went to your shared bedroom to find Katsuki Bring out all the presents out of the closet, you walked to the closet and changed into your nightgown and robe walking out the closet with the Santa suit. Leaning against the bathroom door frame you spoke “Forgetting something” You say while holding up the costume to show Katsuki. Katsuki looked up and growled at you “ You better be glad I love you shitty women.” While you were helping Katsuki get in the suit the kids were in the other room planning to catch Santa in the act. They waited a while till they heard footsteps in the living room. You were helping Katsuki move the presents under the tree, once all the Presents were under the tree Katsuki moved the coffee table and took a sip and the milk. The kids successfully snuck out of their room to see Santa, they peeked around the corner to find ‘Santa’ and mommy talking. Katsuki had stopped in front of you pulling out the mistletoe and hanging over your head again, he pulled you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck, he planted a passionate kiss and looked back at you with a grin and you couldn’t help but smile back. The kids saw the whole thing watching with a surprised look in their eyes. Katsumi grabbed her little brother's arm and pulled him back to the room. “ We have to tell daddy about this” Katsumi says Katashi only replied with a simple nod, still in shock. The kids got back in bed and went to sleep while you helped Katsuki out of the suit. It was Christmas Morning, you checked the time and figured the kids would be in there soon screaming “It’s Christmas Get up” You laid down for a little while longer waiting for the kids to wake up. Katashi woke up and rolled out of bed, shaking Katsumi to wake her up. “c-come on we have to tell daddy, t-that mommy kissed Santa. Katsumi instantly got up racing to their parents room with Katashi trailing behind her. They busted into your shared bedroom screaming “Daddymommykissedsantalastnight!!” Katsuki started stirring in his sleep,the kids jumped on Katsuki to wake him up. “What is it you brats.” Katsuki says in a sleepy voice rubbing his face. You got up trying to figure out what the kids were saying “Last night w-we saw mommy kissing s-santa” Katashi said with Katsumi nodding her head wildly. Katsuki's eyes shot to you and you shot a look at him in confusion trying to figure out when the kids were up, but Katsuki played along. “ She did what again?” he said sitting up “She kissed Santa” Katsumi said “oh really if you really did see that dont you think santa left you presents?” The kids mouth dropped and jumped off the bed running to the christmas tree full of christmas Presents. You and Katsuki get out of bed and made your way to the living room watching the kids open their presents in excitement, you couldn't help but smile. Kasuki looked down at you and planted another kiss on the lips and you couldn’t help the warming feeling filling your heart with joy as you hear the kids shout in excitement about new toys. Katsuki finally released your lips and said “Merry Christmas baby.” “Merry Christmas Katsuki” you say with a smile on your face.

#mha christmas #christmas2020 #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsukibakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x y/n

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thetomorrowshow · 4 years

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Slower Than Words Ch. 23

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Hey..... a member of my household just tested positive for Covid-19, and I am displaying symptoms sooooooo hopefully that won’t affect posting but it has made this chapter a little shorter than I had wanted. Basically if the next chapter isn’t out on time that’s why.

cw: b a d parenting, references to trauma

Remus chewed on the end of his pen. Riley, Alberts, Robertson, Robinson, Richards, Allison, Reese, Arlowe . . . something that started with an 'A' or an 'R'. But what? Why couldn't he remember his own last name?

Logan was always saying something about brainwashing and trauma, but Logan knew his own last name! Stupid Logan Sanders and his calm explanations for everything in Remus's life. He didn't want someone telling him how he felt or why, he wanted to move on. He wanted to figure himself out for himself. He wanted out.

The trip to the library a couple weeks ago had been even worse than expected. Logan hadn't even let go of Patton, despite how uncomfy the kid looked. It had to suck to be twenty-something and have your dad drag you around by the shoulders everywhere you go.

Patton had only wanted one book, for some reason. There were so many books in that building, and Logan had pulled like a hundred from the shelves just to show him. He'd signed so quickly about the book that Remus couldn't keep up, but Logan had frowned and talked to the librarian for a few minutes, before eventually presenting Patton with a book—which was probably the one he'd been asking for. His face looked weird after receiving it, happy, but also seriously depressed. It looked pretty old, Remus had no idea why he'd wanted that book.

Rivers, Albright, Abbott, Ramsey, Russell, Reed, Rowell, Austen. . . . Nothing. Not even a smidge of anything. Well, if he couldn't remember his last name, what about the name of where he used to live?

The city came to him almost instantly.

Sharon.

Remus snorted. That was a stupid name for a city. Actually, he could remember joking about it with his brother, about how their mom shared it.

Energy flooded to his limbs with a suddenness, and when the bell rang from the door opening beside him he literally fell out of his seat.

“W-welcome to Chevron,” he said, straightening up. The customer nodded barely at him, making a beeline for the refrigerators in the back. Remus quickly wrote on the scrap of paper he'd been doodling circles onto so far: 'sharon – town and ma'.

Now he just had to figure out which state sounded the most familiar, and if Sharon was a city there. He'd spent days just driving around town with friends, he probably still knew his way around.

The customer paid for a few jugs of Gatorade, then left, dust puffing up behind his truck as he pulled out of the parking lot. Remus sat back down, scratching his mustache with his pen. He could google the city when he got home, then. . . .

Then he'd figure out how to tell Patton and Logan he was leaving.

Patton sighed, flipping through the first half of the book again. Summer, it was called. This copy looked almost identical to the other one. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers along the slightly indented title, like Virgil would. He'd had it for almost two months now, asking Father to renew the book instead of allowing it to be returned. He really wanted to finish it, after all.

Not that he could ever get himself to read past around the middle.

Patton's notebook was almost full now, but he couldn't ask Remus for another. Not after how much Remus was already doing for him. The pages were filled with studying mouth movements, bad jokes, and journal entries that mostly were about Virgil and what they'd do when they were together again. In tiny, cramped handwriting was a detailed recollection of everything Patton could remember that Virgil told him about where he lived—which wasn't much. It was hard to hold on to any memories from there. His therapist said it had to do with trauma memories being stored incorrectly, and said he might have flashbacks about it. So far, none had happened, but sometimes he wished one would—just so he could see Virgil again.

He wasn't good at drawing, but here and there in his notebook were vague sketches of Virgil. Some days, Patton woke up not sure what he looked like. He couldn't forget him. Patton would never forgive himself if he forgot the lovely mistiness of Virgil's eyes, the way his hair fell into his mouth and made him sputter, the stark paleness of his face against his black hoodie. . . .

Patton wrapped the hoodie around himself. He needed to think about something else, or else he'd start crying again. Crying made his head and ears hurt, which his doctor said would probably always be the case. So he mostly did his best to not cry, ever.

Patton cast his mind around for something new to think about, and landed on the trip to the library several weeks ago. The trip wasn't . . . optimal?

No. The trip sucked.

Father wouldn't let go of him, which just made him feel like a toddler having to be guided around. It was bright, and had a lot of people, and was a little startling, but Patton was sure he could have handled it. Why didn't Father trust him?

It wasn't just that. Father made him go to bed at a specific time every night, wouldn't let him have any say in what he ate, wouldn't even let him pick what to watch on the TV. It was . . . it was stupid! It was awful, it was embarrassing, it was demeaning! It made Patton feel worthless, like he wasn't even a proper member of society! He wasn't a boy anymore, he had even had a job back at the Haven, he wasn't helpless!

Maybe soon, with all that he'd been learning, he could prove to Father that he was capable. And if Father wouldn't believe him, well . . . Patton would have to make him.

Again, that anger was right at the surface, ready to spill out into the air. At least he had the book.

Somehow, Logan had let Remus convince him that he didn't need to go to every therapy appointment with Patton, so Logan was at home alone. For the first time in months. He was exhausted, but he did not have time to sleep.

Patton was hiding something. Logan was undeniably certain of it. And when Patton hid something, he hid it under his bed.

Logan didn't get up immediately. This was a matter of privacy, after all. He understood that he was likely being a little too restricting with his son, but who could blame him? He'd almost lost him. So if Patton was hiding something, it was likely best to know what it was. Patton didn't seem to realize the amount of danger he was in. It wasn't his fault, he was just a child. Children weren't supposed to worry about this sort of thing, it was their parents' jobs to care for them. So, naturally, he had to make sure that whatever Patton was hiding wasn't going to bring harm in some way. If it was, he could gently confront him about it, and explain why it was not acceptable.

With that plan in mind, Logan stood from his desk and made his way to Patton's room. His door was always open, even when he was inside—it made sense, all things considered.

The room still had almost precisely the same setup as Logan had put together, down to the making of the bed. He'd told Patton that he was allowed to customize his room and ask for personal items, but so far he had done neither of those things. The only difference was that the small closet now had a few more pieces of clothing in it.

Logan bent to his hands and knees beside the bed and peered beneath. Sure enough, there were items underneath the boy's bed: a battered blue notebook, the singular book that he had wanted from the library last month, the jacket that had belonged to the other other prisoner. Logan reached for the notebook, grunting when his back popped.

He pulled himself onto Patton's bed to open it. It was confusing, at first, some jokes in his son's handwriting, rather poor sketches of an unfamiliar face. Then. . . .

Oh.

That—that was bad.

Logan took a few deep breaths, then flipped another page, then another. More of the same. This wasn't good. This was not good at all.

These diagrams and instructions, clearly for lip-reading? These would get Patton taken away from him. These would hurt him. These would make Patton want to leave the safety of home.

These were dangerous.

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western-writer · 4 years

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Betrayal Beyond Forgiveness

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: cussing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood and death

Summary: The Whitetails conspire against Rook out of fear but things don't go the way they expected them to go.

A/n: Finally! I've been trying to produce content for the longest time but I couldn't finish anything to save my life. But here this is and I'm very happy with it. I also didn't proof read this but will be going back through as time goes on to edit things. Enjoy!

Betrayal is a funny thing. The stinging, burning sensation that pools and spreads like electricity throughout your chest and settles into a pit in your stomach. How it feels when that first jolt of Earth shattering realization leaves you reeling. Questions racing in your mind, yet somehow you’re unable to think or choke out the words caught in your throat. It’s funny because betrayal always comes from those you would least expect. That's what betrayal is. You enemies... you expect that much from them. You expect them to try to hurt you. You expect them you screw you over. But when it comes from those closest to you... it cuts deeper than you could imagine.

Rook would’ve expected something like this from Jacob - a set up. But the Whitetails? Eli? Rook couldn’t wrap her head around it.

It was just supposed to be a simple extraction of supplies the cult had taken. Stealth is her specialty, after all. Rook dropped the Peggies quick - almost too quick. To Eli’s dismay, this only drove his point forward and confirmed a suspicion he had for quite some time. Jacob’s trails had changed her and, the cult having been mostly under control, it was time to put her down.

Eli and Tammy watched her on his cameras as she worked. Tammy wore a “I told you so" look as Eli ignored it. With a heavy sigh, he raised his walkie talkie to his mouth and spoke. “We proceed as planned. I’m sorry, Dep.”

Having no idea of this so-called plan, Dep went through the plan as she was told. The area is secure, now she needs to check to see if the supplies are there.

This part felt a bit strange to Rook. Why should she check to make sure the supplies are there? If they sent her out on his mission, wouldn’t they already be sure they’re here?

Rook ignored her warnings going off in her head and she opened each container. Her heart dropped as she heard the familiar click and she knew what was coming. She had just triggered a count down to a bomb explosion.

Thinking quickly, Rook turned and sprinted away as fast as she could, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. The explosion went off behind her, sending Rook flying through the air.

Eli thought the plan had gone off without a hitch as a Whitetail checked her pulse and found no sighs of it. “I think she’s gone, boss. I think the plan worked.” Eli could only hope that she died a quick death. Tammy breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s better this way, Eli. She would’ve been a danger to us all. I’ve seen what happens to people after they go through those trails. Now it’ll look like she went down a hero. No one will know.”

Eli sighs, getting ready to announce her death, but there’s one problem.

Rook didn’t die in the explosion. She was knocked unconscious and came to just in time to hear about the conspiracy to kill her. She laid there for who knows how long just letting it sink in. Her head throbbed, probably due to the conclusion and she’s pretty sure she has a few broken ribs. Rook was pelted with shrapnel and is bleeding from multiple wounds all over her body. Multiple bones are horribly damaged.

Jacob, she would’ve expected to do something like this. Not the people she called family. Not after all that she’s done for them. The Whitetails are playing with fire and if she lives through these injuries, they’re gonna get burned.

“Deputy, Deputy, Deputy...” Jacob’s disapproving voice rings in her ears. “Bet you wish you listened to me now, huh?”

Rook opens her eyes a little bit, fighting off the drowsiness threatening to take over. Her vision is blurry and her ears still ring intensely from the explosion. She'll be surprised if she doesn't have some sort of hearing loss, even despite the ear plugs she wears.

It was sad seeing the fearsome Deputy laying here in a pool of her own blood. Having been betrayed by none other than the Whitetail Militia. Pathetic, really.

Rook, being the stubborn woman she is, struggles to sit up, only to have Jacob slowly push her back down. He cracks a smile, finding a bit of amusement in this.

“What do you want, Jacob?” she tries to hiss, but it comes out weak.

Jacob sighs. “I tried to warn ya. You didn’t wanna listen. Now look where you are. Alone. Dying. How does betrayal feel?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rook manages to growl.

Jacob laughs. “I’ll hand it to ya, kid. You’ve got some real nerve. I can respect that."

Rook coughs, blood ozing from between her lips and she rolls over. Jacob watches her, almost like he's studying her as she spits out the blood. There's not a lot, but it's enough for Rook to be concerned.

"You have blood in your lungs," he tells her.

"No shit," she rasps. "Why... are you here?"

Jacob chuckles, wiping some blood from her mouth. "I hear everything, Deputy. These are my mountains, after all. I heard the whisperings. I'm honestly surprised they followed through. Their plan would've worked perfectly had someone bothered to confirm that you were dead. They just screwed themselves, didn't they?"

Rook nods slowly, beginning to wheeze. Jacob sighs.

"I guess I've screwed with you enough. C'mon." He extends his hand down and slide it under her back, lifting carefully.

"W-what're you doing?"

"I can't let them go and kill my best weapon, now can I?" He puts his other hand under her back and lifts her up. Rook doesn't bother with trying to struggle or fight him. She doesn't want to die. Not yet and certainly not because of people she would've given her life for.

Jacob picks her up, carrying her as gently as possible as to not injure her further. She rests her head on his shoulder, feeling oddly comforted.

Jacob felt oddly bad for the Deputy. It was never a feeling he expected to feel toward the young rookie. He felt her breathing against him, slow and raspy, pained. Anger burned inside him. Maybe he had a soft spot for her. He has to admit he holds a fair amount of respect for her. She's doing what most people couldn't, wouldn't, or would die trying to do. If he's being honest, he feels responsible for putting her in this situation, but at the same time, this is exactly what he wanted so why does he feel so guilty?

News of Rook's death shook the county. Everyone felt the sting of the loss all while she laid at the Vet's Center recovering and healing. Deputy Pratt stayed by her side the whole time in utter disbelief that the Resistance would do that to her. It took months for her to be well enough to stand and walk around but once she crossed that threshold when healed quickly, though, her loyalties had shifted just a bit and she would never be the same again.

Jacob tried to persuade her to forget about the Resistance. "After everything they've done to you," he said.

"It wasn't the whole Resistance, Jake," Rook defended them. "Just the Whitetails. And that still doesn't change the fact that what you and your siblings are doing is wrong."

Jacob just rolls his eyes. "If one part of the Resistance did this, the rest could easily too."

"The actions of the Whitetails don't speak for everyone, Jake. There's still parts of the Resistance that have fought beside me and some people have given their lives for me. I can't just forget that."

"Sometimes I think you're too loyal, Rook. I really do."

Now it's Rook's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, Jacob. I need answers and I intend to get them, whether you like it or not."

As Rook made her way out of the room, Jacob felt compelled to call after her, so he did. "Hey!"

Rook stop, turning to face him, seemingly annoyed. "What?"

"I just don't want them to burn you again. I don't want you to waste your energy on people that would literally murder you after all you've done for them. What if when you show up, they freak out and actually do kill you? I didn't save you just to have you be killed."

Rook would've be irritated with him if it weren't for the shock overriding her senses. This kind of vulnerability was incredibly uncharacteristic for Jacob, yet here he was. He showed her a side not many people had ever seen. His caring side. A side to him many people would argue is nonexistent.

Rook was confused at where the sudden concern came from but decided to brush it off - for now.

"It'll be okay, Jake," Rook responds, using her nickname for him to ease the tension. "They'll be too shocked to do anything."

Jacob watched her leave and sighs. At this point he feels a sort of obligation toward her and keeping her safe. The feelings confuse him greatly and he's unsure what to make of them. All he knows is that he hates it.

Rook stands in the doorway behind Eli, waiting for the perfect moment to make her presence known. She fights the angry trying to explode in her and reminds herself: you're here for answers, not to start a fight.

"Hey, Eli..." Rook says softly, making the man stop dead in his tracks and turn slowly.

"Deputy...?"

"Hey..."

With just a few strides Eli had closed to distance between them and hugged her tight. He was genuinely relieved to see her and know that he hadn't killed her. Guilt thumped in his chest like a drum as he held onto her.

"I thought you died..."

Rook had to admit, his embrace felt good. She wished she could forget the deception.

Eli pulls back and looks Rook in the eye. He notices that one has obvious damage to the cornea. Rook catches onto what he's looking at.

"Some, uh, some metal shaving managed to find their way into my eye during the explosion. Don't worry, it only took about 30% of my sight in that eye. My hearing though... I have about half of what I had."

"Dep - I am - I am so sorry."

"I also lost about 25% of my breathing capacity. Major concussion that will effect my cognitive function for the rest if my life. Broken skull and major brain bleeding. My left knee cap basically had to be rebuilt because of how shattered it was when I landed on it after the explosion threw me. My right ankle was broken, both wrists, my left femur, and both my radius and ulnar were pretty well mangled. Did I tell you that not only were multiple organs bruised, but my kidney had ruptured just a little bit? Oh and I had a ton of tissue damage, but I pulled through."

"If anyone could've done it, Dep, it was you."

"Yeah, it was me," Rook chuckles humorlessly. "After being left for dead on the ground... left to bleed out or die of organ failure... you'd never guess who found me but that doesn't matter right now." Rook takes a few steps into the Wolf's Den and looked around. The place was seemingly empty. "What matters is..." she trails off, turning to face Eli. "why'd you do it, Eli?"

A look of shock is plastered of Eli's face as he takes a step back. "D-do what?"

"Set me up, Eli. Why did you set me up? Why did you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you and this fucking county."

"I-I'm sorry, Dep. I really am. You were dangerous, or at least that's what they told me."

"You're smarter than that, Eli. Or at least I thought you were. Letting someone manipulate your thoughts like that... Who was it, hm? Was it Tammy? You know she never liked me."

"After the trials Jacob put you through-! She was terrified that he would use you against us. And I saw it Dep. How you took all those cultists down... it was unnatural."

"Are you fucking kidding me!? Seriously!? I have been fighting for my life, Eli! I've had to change to adapt my methods to fucking survive and you wanna say I'm dangerous because I had to get better? You really don't understand what I was up against. While you got to sit in here I was out there doing anything and everything you wanted me to do." She points to the door. "I was being kidnapped and shot and beaten. I killed for you and I wpildve DIED for you but THIS is how you repay me!? Fuck you, Eli. I thought you were family. I THOUGHT I could FUCKING TRUST YOU."

Rook steps forward, shoving Eli hard and he stumbles, falling to the ground. Rook stalks over, kneeling down next to him.

"You thought I was dangerous before? Get a load of this. Jacob saved me. That's right. Jacob. You know how much damage I could do if I wanted to? All I'd have to do is tell him where this precious hideout is and he'd come down on all of you so fast and so hard that you would never know what hit. You all would be dead before you could get your radio out. The Whitetails would be extinct and all it'd take is just a few words."

"You wouldn't dare," Eli hisses, glaring at her.

"Wouldn't I, though?" Rook answers dangerously. "All it'd take is a few words and your life would be snuffed out much like you tried to do to me. You involuntarily gave me so much power, Eli. Guess next time you'll check my pulse yourself, huh?"

"Dep... please."

Rook sighs, standing up and turning away from him. "And even though you'd fucking deserve it, I won't do that. But I will tell the rest of the Resistance what all of you did and let them decide what to do with you."

A crushing weight falls onto Eli. "I'm sorry, Dep. I really am. I never wanted any of this to happen."

Rook sighs and places her hands on the table in the main room. "You know I can never forgive you or any of the Whitetails for this, right Eli? I would've given my life for you guys... How am I supposed to forgive this? No. I can't. I just can't."

"I understand, Dep... I don't blame you."

Rook takes a deep breath and turns to him again, seeing that he has gotten to his feet. "I've been doing some talking and I've managed to talk Joseph down. They're not leaving but they'll stop targeting and recruiting unwilling participants as long as the Resistance leaves them alone."

"What does that mean for you, Dep?"

She smiles a bit. "I don't know... I mean I just experienced life altering trauma, both physical and mental. I have permanent brain damage. Another bad hit to the head could kill me. So I guess... early retirement. I'm partially blind, can't bear for shit anymore and get winded by walking for extended amounts of time so it's really my only option."

He wanted to say it again. He wanted to apologize until he lost his voice. He couldn't believe he had been so dumb. She will never forgive the Whitetails and neither will he. He will never forgive himself.

"Goodbye, Eli," Rook muttered as she left the bunker. All Eli could do is watch her leave and prepare for the chaos that is about to erupt. The Resistance will be furious with them. They'll be luckily if the rest of them don't kill them.

Rook found herself back at the Vet's Center and questioned herself for a moment before going inside. She could've gone anywhere but she chose here. She chose to come back.

Jacob is waiting for her as she enters his office.

"They thought I was a danger to them..." she mutters.

"Why?"

"Your trials... they thought you'd use me against them."

Just as Jacob feared, they had caught onto his plan. But she would never know that.

Surprisingly, Jacob walked over to Rook and hugged her.

She was stunned and almsot pushed him away before accepting the affection. God knows she needed it after the last few months she had. She never thought she'd find comfort in Jacob Seed but here she is.

And as for Jacob, feeling the younger woman in his arms did something to him. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want her to go. And he would do anything to make sure she didn't.

Some things are better left unsaid and Jacob is sure that this is one of them.

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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24 Hour Flu

A/N: This is a Sonny Carisi x firefighter!reader fic, and was totally inspired by the headcanon that Sonny’s a germophobe. This also covers the Truth square in the VDay Bingo. The dialogue is a little weird, but that was only to try and fit the lyrics, whoops. Hope you still enjoy!

Tags: vomit mention, otherwise none, just fluff

Words: 2492

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(Gif by @amandacarisi)

You had a crazy night; you were a firefighter, and you were covering a shift for a buddy. But it, of course, happened to be the busiest night of the month. You had 4 calls within the first 3 hours, and it never once slowed down after that. Thankfully, none of the calls were too serious, and there were no casualties on shift.

Sore and exhausted, you dragged yourself home at 7am, ready to get some nice sleep. Your boyfriend, Sonny, would be long gone for work. And as much as you missed him when you worked nights, you were thankful to have the bed to yourself. You planned to pull the blackout curtains and sleep until at least 2pm. Thankfully, you were off today; though, you were on call for anything bad.

Entering the apartment, you hung up your jacket, toeing off your shoes by the door. You wanted a shower first; the warm water would help you fall asleep. What you weren’t expecting, though, was to find Sonny, curled up on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet and shivering.

“Dom? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked, alarmed. You could smell the bitterness of stomach acid in the air, and you knew he had been sick. You bent down, cupping his face, putting your hand on his forehead. He was on fire.

“I-I’m fine,” he replied weakly. He was still in only his boxers—his sleepwear of choice—and you wondered how long he’d been here.

“No, you’re not. Come on, let’s get you back to bed…unless you’re going to be sick again?”

As if reminded that he was sick, he quickly leaned over the toilet, vomiting violently. You rubbed his back soothingly before you moved to grab a washcloth, wetting it. After he flushed, his body shook harder, and he collapsed back onto the floor.

"Okay...I think I'm done,” Sonny murmured, voice soft. “I gotta get dressed…I have work—”

“You are not going to work like this,” you said tersely, cutting him off.

“B-but doll, I have 3 motions hearings, an arraignment—”

“I don’t care. You’re going to bed. You’re resting.” To make your point, you lifted him from the floor, cradling him in your arms. He was still shaking violently, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, his face red. You placed him gently in the bed, tucking him in under the sheets. Then, you put the cold washcloth on his forehead.

“How long have you been in the bathroom? How many times have you been sick?” you asked.

Sonny’s head lolled on the pillow. “I…lost count. I woke up when it was still dark out…I think around 3? 4?”

You nodded. “Okay…we have to break the fever. You lay here, rest. I’ll be right back, okay? I’m going to grab you some water and Gatorade to keep you hydrated.” Before you left him, you snagged his phone. Unlocking it, you dialed his boss’s number, letting her know that he wasn’t coming in today. Grabbing a couple Gatorades and a water, you made your way back to the room. Sonny hadn’t moved, and he was still trembling slightly.

“Here,” you prompted softly, helping him sit up. You opened a Gatorade, holding it to his lips to drink. You knew you’d have to make him something to eat, too, but this was more important right now.

Once he drank half of it, he laid back down. “I still need to go to work, doll. I can’t call out. Hadid will kill me….”

“Well, I already called her and told her you were on bedrest today. If she doesn’t like it, she can deal with me,” you replied, and Sonny let out a pathetic chuckle.

You sat next to him on the bed, and another violent bout of shakes wracked his body. “I’m cold…hold me?” he whispered. Climbing under the sheets, you wrapped your arms around his sweaty, trembling form.

You both laid there in silence, and you hoped he had fallen asleep. But any wish of that was quickly dispelled as he muttered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“For what, babe?” you asked.

“You just worked all night—you’re probably exhausted. And now you’re stuck awake, taking care of me. Plus, what if I get you sick? Maybe I should move to the couch, let you sleep…but I’m selfish; I want cuddles…” he trailed off.

You smiled at your impossible boyfriend, even if he couldn’t see it with the washcloth covering his eyes. “Hush—I’m wide awake now. And I don’t get sick…besides, this is just the 24-hour flu; you’ll be fine in no time. Now just sleep, okay?”

You both fell to silence once more, but his shaking never lessened. Finally, Sonny said, “I can’t sleep…too cold.”

“Okay…wait here.”

He let out a low whine as you pulled away from him, and you leaned back to kiss his burning cheek. Then you hurried to the bathroom, turning the water on in the bathtub. Once it was boiling, you pulled the stopper, letting it slowly fill. You watched as the water level rose, then you went back to Sonny, pulling the covers off him. He shivered again, and you quickly pulled his boxers down and off before gently scooping him into your arms once more. He didn’t complain—he loved that you could carry him.

You gently placed him in the tub, and he let out a little groan at the heat. Once the tub was full, you turned the water off.

“You relax here for a little; warm up. I’ll be right back—I’m going to make a call, alright?” you murmured, stroking his hair.

“Okay…thank you,” Sonny gave you a small smile, and you kissed the top of his head before leaving the bathroom. Grabbing his phone again, you opened his contacts. You had this idea while laying in bed with him; you just hoped it worked.

The phone rang and rang before a woman happily answered, “Dom? How are you?”

“Ah, hello Mrs. Carisi. This is [y/n], Dominick’s girlfriend. Sorry to confuse you—”

“Oh, is my son okay?” she asked, worried.

You swallowed—this wasn’t how you wanted the first conversation with Sonny’s mom to go. “Oh, he’s fine. Well, not really…he’s sick. That 24-hour flu, you know? And I was hoping to make him something from his childhood, for when he’d get sick. Maybe soup or something….”

“Sick? Dominick doesn’t get sick, dear. I swear that boy bathes in hand sanitizer…” she trailed off.

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for your boyfriend currently marinating in his own sweat and bathwater. “I’m serious—it’s bad. I came home and found him curled on the floor in the bathroom—”

“Oh, I’ll be right over, then! No offense, dear, but I don’t give out family recipes to just anyone. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you—I’m going to try and get Dom to sleep, if you could please enter silently,” you asked, hoping you weren’t sounding too demanding.

Ma Carisi scoffed. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

Hanging up, you moved to throw Sonny’s robe into the dryer, getting it nice and toasty for when he would get out of the bath.

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You had taken Sonny out of the tub, dried him off, wrapped him in his warm robe, and replaced him in bed by the time Ma Carisi showed up. Sonny had just drifted off to sleep, no longer shaking from cold. You kissed his still burning forehead, heading out to meet her. She was just putting bags down in your kitchen when you found her. She looked so much like Sonny; or rather, he looked like her. But you could see the differences, the parts that were obviously from his father. It did make your breath catch, however, when her eyes connected with yours, and they were Sonny’s eyes.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, dear,” Ma Carisi said, pulling you in for a hug and kiss on the cheek.

You hugged her back. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I wish it was under better circumstances. But I just want to make sure Dom eats something—he’s just now fallen asleep.”

“Let me take a quick peek,” she murmured, moving past you and down the hall. You let her go, looking through the things she had brought over with her, taking out ingredient after ingredient.

She came back soon enough, tsking. “Wow, he really is sick. I could count the times Dominick has been sick on one hand.”

“I…don’t think I’ve ever seen that man sick. He’s a bit of a germophobe,” you laughed, and Ma Carisi smiled.

She moved over to your stove. “Now, let’s get started…before he wakes up.”

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“So, you and Dominick have been dating for almost a year now, right?” Ma Carisi asked while stirring the contents of the large pot. She took care to not let you see how she was making the soup, only asking you to prepare multiple ingredients at once. Not that you minded; as long as it was done soon.

“Yeah…I remember the very first day that I saw him,” you smiled, your mind teleporting back to when you met Detective Sonny Carisi. He was working with the NYPD to find a rapist who was covering their tracks with arson. Hence the FDNY’s involvement. You were instantly smitten by the lanky man, who seemed to be competent and professional…at least, until he tried to talk to you. Then he turned into a stuttering, flustered mess. It was endearing and cute as hell, and you quickly gave him your number.

Ma Carisi turned to look at you, eyes bright. “And have you talked about marriage at all?”

You smiled awkwardly—that was subtle. “We have…discussed it, yeah. We’re both busy, though, and want to wait a little longer. We’ve only lived together for a few months…. Don’t blame him; he wants to be at least engaged. But I’d rather live together a little bit longer first.”

“It is good to know someone completely first, isn’t it?” she asked, but there was something…passive aggressive in her tone, and she went back to stirring. “Add the onions, please.”

Scooping the diced onions into your hands, you dropped them into the soup. You wracked your brain, trying to come up with something that you knew she’d appreciate. You eventually landed on religion. “It’s God's gift to breathe the air he breathes, to be able to share so much with him. Dom completes me, just like I complete him. I have no doubts in my mind that I’m going to marry him. I just don’t want to rush is all.”

Ma Carisi seemed happy with that response. “The basil…and the oregano, please,” she ordered. She stirred everything in as you added the ingredients. “You know, you could get engaged and just wait your predetermined time to get married.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “I know…and maybe we will. But I’d like to at least have a sit-down dinner with you and his father…and the rest of his family. Plus, him with my family before we do that…. Look, I love him in every way that a woman can love a man; I’m not letting him go by any means. There’s just other things I think we should do first.”

She nodded, then opened her mouth to say something when you heard a loud thud from the bedroom. You and Ma Carisi exchanged a look before you hurried down the hall, leaving her to finish the soup. You were stunned to see the bed empty, then rushed to the other side to see Sonny on the floor.

“Dom, baby, what happened?” you asked, helping him up. You gently pushed him back into bed.

“I-I thought I heard my Ma’s voice?” he murmured.

Sighing, you felt his forehead; he wasn’t as hot as before, but he was still warmer than normal. “She, uh, came over to help make some soup for you. Just stay here and rest, okay? I’ll bring her back to say hi,” you explained. He nodded, and you tucked him back in bed before you hurried back to the kitchen.

“Dom’s awake and would like to see you,” you relayed.

Ma Carisi nodded. “Okay; just keep stirring this. It’s almost done,” she instructed. You took the ladle from her, letting her visit with her sick son while you tended to the soup. She was back soon enough, taking the ladle back. She stirred a few more times before pulling the ladle up and taking a test sip.

“Soup’s done; do you have a bowl?” she asked.

You dug a bowl out from the cabinet, holding it while she filled it with the most delicious smelling soup you’ve ever smelt. You carried the bowl carefully down the hall to the bedroom. Placing the bowl on the nightstand, you helped Sonny sit up. Then, you sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of soup. You blew on it until it stopped steaming, then lifted it to Sonny’s mouth. He groaned with satisfaction as you fed him, the soup warming him from within and filling his empty stomach. Unbeknownst to you, Ma Carisi watched from the doorway, a smile on her lips as she watched you feed her son, her heart full.

He ate the whole bowl, and once finished, you helped him lay back down, tucking him back in and kissing his forehead.

“Sleep, babe. You need your rest to kick this out,” you whispered to him.

Sonny hummed in acknowledgement. “Cuddle with me? You still haven’t slept.”

“Okay…. Let me just turn off the stove. I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed the empty bowl, heading back to the kitchen, where Ma Carisi was packing up her things. “I’m going to get out of your hair; it seems like Dominick is in good hands. It was a pleasure to meet you, dear,” she said, giving you another hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay…thanks again for coming over. I think that soup’s going to help him kick this in no time,” you replied. “And it was nice meeting you, too. Hopefully, next time we meet will be under better circumstances.”

After she left, you turned the stove off, covered the soup—you could put it away later—then made your way back to the bedroom. Sonny was barely conscious as you climbed into bed next to him. He slowly rolled onto his side, curling against you.

“Thank you, doll, for everything. I love you,” he murmured.

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Of course, Dom. I love you, too.” You held him until he fell into a deep sleep, and you dozed next to him. The next time you checked, you were happy to find that his fever had broke.

#sonny carisi x reader #thatesqcrushvdaybingo #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #I love writing ma carisi #as a passive aggressive #'when are you getting married' mom

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eighth--wonder · 4 years

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alright fuck it

here's a lil story i'm writing. i have no idea where it's heading but i want to share it.

first | next

Stranger

“Do you have a minute?” asks the stranger that has taken a seat next to me. I just wanted to read a book in the park and NOT talk to people. It’s the reason I’m out here, to not talk to people. Well, that, and the fact that my therapist keeps yelling at me to go outside.

“Y-yes?” I said back to him, shutting my book. There it goes, that darn stutter.

“I’ve had a heck of a day. I got laid off from the only thing keeping me from living in my parents' basement, my phone shattered after this stupid kid knocked into me on his bike, I lost this really important family heirloom after my house was robbed by my step-mom, and, I have no friends to vent to, which why I’m talking to you, a stranger. No offense.”

I smiled. “None t-taken. That sounds li-like a pretty crappy d-day to m-me.”

He looked confused. “You…”

“I-i-i-it’s my s-stutter.”

“Oh. I’m Cody by the way.” He said, delivering a warm smile along with a hand to shake.

I shook his hand. “I’m Wil-Wilson. N-nice to me-meet you.”

Here is usually where the people who thought I could be a potential friend go away, but Cody was different. He stayed, asking me what book I was reading, talked about how the economy was failing, new shows on Netflix. Ya know, the usual.

Eventually, he decided that I was good friend material, and we exchanged numbers.

I walked home after Cody left, considering my social interaction bar had been used up for the day talking to him. Cody, the only person who judged me by how I acted instead of my stutter. He was nice, his appearance wasn’t anything out of the usual indicating he wasn’t a serial killer, which was always a perk. He also didn’t show any signs of isolation which is why I was surprised when he told me he didn't have any friends, but everybody copes in their own way, I guess. His tone of voice suggested that he goes to therapy, he sounded very on edge, possibly paranoia, but he did say he had a bad day.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. My CSI training tended to kick in from time to time. I had gotten “let go” from my CSI position at NJPD because of head trauma, also known as, “We don’t want a kid with a broken dream and a stutter solving murders.”

I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside. Just as I had expected, nothing had happened. My living room was a mess, decorative throw pillows all pilled and smushed. The coffee table had empty coffee mugs littered around its surface leaving white rings on the table. I guess I should clean them up.

After cleaning up the coffee mugs and the white heat rings, I grabbed a cup of water, sat down in front of the TV, and flipped to the news.

As usual, the news delivered nothing but depressing news about how the president’s attempt to do something-or-other was succeeding. Or failing. I never paid attention to the news.

I turned the TV off and decided to go do something productive with my time and then did nothing because who has time for productivity and stared at the ceiling.

Eventually, my body started telling me I needed to sleep and listening to it, I changed into my sleepwear and went to bed.

I woke up to birds chirping and the sun shining through my bedroom window, which would lead you to think I would have a wonderful day, meet someone new, maybe go shopping for supplies to make a delicious meal, but no. My plan for the day was to update my laptop, watch some TV, then maybe mow the lawn.

While I was staring at the black screen of my updating laptop, my phone vibrated signaling a text message had come through. Getting text messages was not a usual occurrence for me. I only ever got messages from my data plan telling me I ran out of data. I looked down at my phone and to my surprise, it was Cody asking if I wanted to hang out today. After proofreading my response and then proofreading it again, I sent it to him.

Waiting for his response, I sat on my bed chewing my nails.

What if he isn’t really your friend, he’s just pretending to be?

What if it’s all a joke and he hates you?

No, stop that.

Why would anybody want to be friends with you?

You can’t even speak right.

Stop.

Nobody even likes you.

That’s it.

I got up and got changed, avoiding looking in any mirrors. My outfit wasn’t anything extraordinary, a pair of jeans with an old band t-shirt and leather jacket matched with Converse. Without waiting for a meeting place from Cody, I headed out the door, slinging my beige satchel over my shoulder. In my satchel was my phone, my wallet, a pocket knife and a lighter.

I arrived at the park searching for Cody: vitiligo, blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes, glasses, a pretty good sense of style. Judging by what he wore yesterday which was a pair of work pants, a long-sleeved light pink dress shirt, and a navy blue tie, he would wear something casual like jeans and a sweatshirt. What he wore yesterday was obviously his work clothes but as he said, he had gotten laid off from his job so he wouldn’t be wearing work clothes.

I had actually done research on jobs for him based on the personality gathered from him. I know, I know. I’m weird because somehow I know his entire personality after just meeting him for the first time. Yeah well, I don’t care. The job turnouts were nice, things along the lines of psychiatrists, therapists. Ya know, socially demanding jobs. Something I could never do.

Eventually, I found Cody at a coffee shop talking to the lady at the counter about how she should go see a therapist to cope with the loss of her husband. What a gentleman.

He turned around to find a seat in the crowded coffee shop and noticed me standing in the middle of the shop, staring at him like a loser.

“Wilson, you found me!” He said, walking up to me as if he had known me longer than a quick chat on a bench.

“I did,” I said, nervous that other people would see. “Now le-let’s go,” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the door.

“Don’t you want anything?” He said, struggling not to spill his coffee.

“No, I’ll p-pick up a Mo-Monster on the w-way to the ma-mall,” I said.

Realizing I was basically holding Cody’s hand, I let go and turned to face him.

“S-sorry,” I said, turning a slight shade of pink.

Cody situated himself. “About what?”

“Nevermi-mind,” I shook my head as if doing that would remove the awkwardness from the situation.

Cody kind of smiled. “Okay. So, we’re we headed?”

“I was th-thinking the mall, m-maybe hit up H-Hot Topic,” I said as I started to walk down the trail.

The trail at the park was an absolute must if you’re a tourist. In the fall, the trail became covered in amber-gold leaves. Animals of all sorts rustled the leaves, burrowing to make their homes. Grumpy park keepers raking leaves into piles only to have children jump in them and ruin them. God, I love it.

“Sure. Doesn’t the mall have a food court? We could stop there and get something to eat.”

I turned to look at him. “Th-that would be g-great.”

We walked in silence to the mall. I could never quite figure out Cody’s shopping preference. He looked like he shopped at Kohls or Sears. Some relatively nice places. Maybe Boscovs. I, on the other hand, shop at places like Hot Topic and Journeys.

We arrived at the mall and made a direct line to a Hot Topic. I could tell Cody had never entered a Hot Topic in his life, considering the fact he scrunched up when he saw the cashier.

I walked up beside him and nudged him. “This your fi-first time?”

He took a sip of his coffee. “In a Hot Topic, yes.”

I turned back to the t-shirts. “I can te-tell.”

We browsed the store, Cody striking some conversation with other shop goers. How is he so social? He even got the kids in Hot Topic to talk to him.

“Wilson, c’mere!” Cody yelled from the other side of the store. The entire store, which consisted of like, 3 people, turned to look at me.

I chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, h-h-hi.” I gave a tiny socially awkward wave which was responded with an understanding nod from some kid in a Panic! At the Disco shirt.

I scurried over to the other side of the store. “Wha-what do you wa-want!” I hissed at him.

Cody gestured over to the shirt he had in his right hand. “Don’t you like this band? I saw them on your lockscreen.”

He was holding a Twenty One Pilots shirt that had the words: “I belive in Josh Dun” etched around the alien-like symbol that represented Josh Dun. The shirt wasn’t really my style, but Cody looked so proud of himself for finding a shirt that I could possibly like, that I couldn’t turn it down. I grabbed the sirt from his hands and slung it over my shoulder. I looked for other t-shirts, failed, and ended up in the pin section. A sign underneath the bucket read, “Buy 2 get 1 free”. I was always a sucker for deals.

“Watcha doing?” A voice was accompanied by a brush on my shoulder. I suspected that it was Cody’s arm, because his hand brushed against mine. As if that same hand had taken a paintbrush, my face was painted a light red. Well, more of a light pink. For some reason, Cody’s touch made my chest feel all weird, my stomach flutter, and my face heat up. Of course I knew what this feeling was, I’m not stupid.

“Uh, I’m l-looking for pi-pins. They’re b-buy two get one fr-free.” I said.

Cody was immediately intrigued. He rummaged through the pins, discarding ones he didn’t like. I already held two pins in my hand, a Fall Out Boy one and a subtle LGBTQ+ Pride pin.

Now, Cody wasn’t the type of person I would have thought to have also picked out an LGBTQ+ Pride pin as well, but here we are, Cody with an extremely flamboyant Pride pin in the palm of his hand.

My face tuned a medium shade of red. Holy crap, Cody’s gay. I mean, it didn’t bother me, obviously, but you never would have guessed it.

Somehow, I completed the transaction between the cashier and I, and me and Cody made a beeline for the Five Guys. Five Guys was a restaurant I had come to many times when I was a kid. I ordered what I usually got, a Veggie Sandwich. Cody ordered a Cheeseburger with Small Fries. An order I can respect. We searched for a place to sit before choosing a seat underneath the trees they put in the mall. It never occured to me why they put trees in the mall until now.

Seeing Cody smile at me from underneath the trees, a stray ray of sunlight shone through his glasses and making its way to his blue eyes, his smile making me feel warm inside. God, what I would do to take a picture of him right now.

“H-hey, can I t-take a p-p-picture of y-you, Cody?” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

“Sure. Where do you want me to look?” He said. I was honestly surprised by his reaction. He didn’t think I was weird or refuse.

I adjusted my phone camera to the light settings. “J-just look directly a-at the c-cam-camera and smi-smile.”

He did as I said, smiling directly at the camera. The shot was super cliche, but he looked great.

I took the picture, ignoring weird looks from other customers, and sent it to Cody. The picture came out nice.

“Put a black and white filter on it.” Cody’s voice sounded from my shoulder. His chin rested right where my shoulder met my neck.

I put the black and white filter on it. The ray of sunlight that passed diagnally on his face was turned to a light gray.

“But it l-look-looks better with col-colour.” I said, changing it back.

Cody stared at it for a few moments, his face looked rather studious, as if he wanted to remember every aspect of the photo.

“Yeah, your right. Keep it coloured.”

I smiled. “I’m al-always ri-right.”

Something about how quickly our friendship had formed made an impact on me. We met on a bench yesterday and now I’m sending him a picture I took of him in a mall plainly because I wanted to. Something wasn’t right; friendships don’t move this quickly. People weren’t just nice. As depressing as it sounds, it’s true. People aren’t nice with no reason. We’d love them to be, but they just aren’t.

Cody threw away the remains of his lunch and sat back down in front of me.

“So, want do you want to do now?” He said.

I shrugged. “I do-don’t know. May-maybe we c-could go to-”

Cody gasped. “What about a play! There’s a theatre down the street, and the admission’s free!”

I smiled. I friggin’ love plays. Especially musicals. Something about how people can change their person to a completely different personality always made me happy.

“I lo-love the sound of th-that.” I said, standing up and throwing the remains of my veggie sandwich in the garbage can.

We left the mall in a hurry, rushing to hail a cab to the nearest theatre. We both sat in the back of the cab as the driver drove us to our location.

“So, do y-you know wha-what play it i-i-is?” I asked.

Cody shook his head no. “Honestly, I don’t really care what play it is. I just love the acting behind it.” He said.

“Me t-too. I just lo-love how the pe-pe-people on st-stage can tra-transform into wha-whatever chara-character they ne-need to-” I was cut off by the cab driver.

“Ay kid, could ya knock it off with that stutter? It’s really annoyin’ and it’s gettin’ on my nerves.” He said. He had a heavy jersey accent, a contrast to our current location of New York.

“Yes s-sir.” I said, folding my hands in my lap and drawing my eyes to my feet.

Cody kept looking between me and the cab driver. “What? No.” He said, knocking on the glass that divided the passengers and the driver.

“Sir, can you pull over?” He said. His tone sounded like a mother who was about to scold her child.

The cab driver groaned and pulled over.

“What?” He said, twisting his body so he could see through the little window.

“My friend can’t help his stutter, okay? And for you to ask him to ‘knock it off’ was extremely impolite.” Cody said.

‘Friend’. I held back my smile.

The cab driver snorted. “I don’t care if he can help it or not, it’s annoying and it distracts me from driving.”

Cody laughed in disbelief. “Oh, I see. Well, in that case, can you stop talking in that obnoxious jersey accent of yours? It distracts me from enjoying the view. And, maybe stop smelling like rotten fries because it makes it hard to focus. And I would heavily enjoy it if you threw out that black ice smelly tree, because all it does is combine with the scent of feces back here and makes it smell worse.” He smiled sweetly. “Thanks so much, mmm-bye.”

He opened the cab door and walked over to the sidewalk to open mine. I got out, throwing a dirty look at the cab driver. We left without paying.

“Hey, th-thanks for standing u-u-up for me b-back there. It rea-really meant a lo-lot.” I said.

Cody smiled. “No problem! It just pisses me off when people are mean to others.”

We walked to the theatre. Cody was right, the admission was free and it was one of my favourite plays. Romeo and Juliet.

Cody and I walked up to the admission box, standing rather close to each other.

“One ticket for me and one for my friend.” He said.

There it was. That word Friend. Now that I think of if, I haven’t really had a friend before. Yeah, I know. You’re probably thinking ‘Wilson, I bet you had at least one friend.’ Nope. None of the kids in elementary school talked to me enough for me to develop a friendship with them, and middle school was, well, middle school, and after my accident in high school, no one spoke to me straight up. I’m honestly surprised I have the social skills I have.

We walked down the aisle and found our seats. We were seated in the 3rd row of the middle section. So right near the front.

“Have you ever seen Romeo and Juliet?” Cody asked.

I raised my eyebrows. “Have I ev-ever seen R-Romeo and Juli-Juliet?”

Cody smiled. “I take it you have. Well good, because I’ve never seen it.”

“Really?” I said. How?????

Cody shook his head. “Nope. Never seen it.”

I sighed. “Do you at le-least know th-the p-plot?”

“More or less. I know theres a thing with a balcony?”

“Yes.”

“And they,” He looked side to side, checking for people. “Both die?”

I smiled and nodded. “Y-Yes! So you kno-know the basic-ics. G-Good.”

We turned our attention to the stage as the lights dimmed.

yea that's it so far. ask me if you wanna be tagged!

#stranger #<- that's the name of the story btw #danny tries to write

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megahologram · 4 years

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Hunting | Daryl Dixon

A/N: this was 8 pages long yet when you read it, still feels so short.

Warning(s): cursing, strong language, takes place in beginning of season 6 (that's it I think)

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Walking outside with Judith in her hands, she sat down on the stairs of the porch. Cradling Judith as she looked around her. It was another normal day in Alexandria. Well, as normal as it can get. The sun was shinning as its rays could be seen hitting miles through the world. y/n had been here long enough but would never understand that feeling, that weird feeling in the pit of her stomach of living such a normal life. No fear of the walking dead that lived outside the walls, nor of corrupt humans that care only about themselves. y/n signed loudly, shaking Judith back and forth in her arms, causing the little angel to let out sweet giggles throughout the empty streets. It had to be around lunch time, everyone would either be at their daily jobs or at home. y/n had the job of babysitting the little girl today, as Rick had gone out with Daryl on a run while Michonne and Carl were out doing their own things.

y/n heard the gates of Alexandria opening. Her head quickly fell upon them as she heard an engine and a car being pulled up. She quickly ran (speed walk) carefully as Judith was in her hands, to the gates. Her eyes fell upon the car that Rick and Daryl had left in. Letting out a small smile, she walked towards the driver’s side. Rick drew down the window and saw y/n’s smile quickly disappear as she saw the car empty. Her eyes widening with fear, she looked inside the car again and then to the opened gates of Alexandria that showed the streets, empty. “w-where’s-” her words cut out when she heard Rick chuckling. Cutting the engine, he got out and made his way towards the trunk of the car, getting out his things as he replied “Daryl’s fine y/n, found a truck load of supplies. Thought it’d be better if he goes a little slow. He’ll be back in a while”

y/n signed, leaning against the now closed trunk as she looked at the gates of Alexandria. Mentally deciding she’d wait for him until he got back. Rick stood beside her, looking at the girl as he took Judith out of her arms, “when are you gonna tell him?”

“tell who what?” y/n answers acting dumb as she didn’t know what Rick was talking about.

“I’ve known you since Hershel’s farm, you sure as hell know what I’m talking about”

They both chuckle, y/n about to answers Rick’s words when they hear the gates opening once again. Turing their heads towards the noise, y/n sees a big white truck pull inside. Daryl stepping down, he wiped the sweat off this forehead. His muscles on full display from the flannel he was wearing that had no sleeves. He reached inside the drives seat to grab his crossbow, pulling it across his shoulders, started making his way elsewhere. y/n couldn’t help but stare at him, that man was a whole treat.

“hey Daryl” Rick called out to the man waving his hand to signal him towards them. Daryl turned his head towards the two, turning around and making him way there. As he got there, his eyes fell to y/n for a few seconds before returning to Rick’s, waiting for the man to speak up. “what took you so long” Rick finally asked.

“bunch of walkers came out a no where, had to take care of them first, too close to the gates after all.”

Rick nodded, “well, there’s a campfire tonight at Spencer’s. And you’re coming”

Daryl let out a sarcastic chuckle, “not ma thing” quickly replying

“that’s why I’m telling you, not asking. You’re coming and that’s that” Rick replied with amusement in his voice, you could practically hear the smirk grow on his face. This caused y/n to let out a laugh, quickly hiding it with a cough as Daryl’s eyes fell on hers with a harsh stare.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick, “should get your throat checked” replied to y/n before walking off.

“those are the first words he said to me in a long time, not a freaking chance he has any feelings for me what so ever” y/n said to Rick, as they watch the man walk away.

“I don’t think anyone knows what Daryl’s feeling, not even Daryl himself. And h-”

“Rick I really don’t need love advice coming from you okay” y/n replied angerly.

“alright alright” Rick said, chuckling as he held his hands up in defeat. “well I’ll see you tonight, thanks for taking care of Judith.”

“no problem”

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Daryl had caught a deer the day before. And it had been a while since all of Alexandria had come together, so Carol and the others thought it’d be nice to have a campfire and dinner together. Everyone was always busy doing their own things, it was good to come together once in a while even if the world has ended. y/n had been with Carol all day, helping her with dinner along with a few others. It was probably the busiest she’d seen the Grimes house, since they first got here when the entire group used to stay together in the living room.

The thought brought her back to when she first met the group. She was best friends with Beth, they’d known each other since elementary school and when her family moved to the city, they barely saw each other. They would write every week and call a few times too. They might have been miles apart but their friendship had never died. When the whole apocalypse thing happened, y/n had been with her family. Running away just like everyone else in the world. Her parents died saving her and she was on her own after that. She came across Hershel’s farm unwillingly and unknowingly, probably the days of starvation had gotten to her, she didn’t realize the recognizable surroundings around her. It was when Otis found her one day during his hunt, she met Beth again. Her first meeting with Rick was when she saw him running towards the farm with Carl in hands. The relationship with the group grew since then. y/n had been with the group since, every rise, every fall, they been through it all together.

y/n’s thoughts were shaken when she heard her name being called “y/n did you hear me” Carol asked, looking at the girl with slight amusement.

“um no sorry, what did you say” y/n asked, shaking her head from her thought before paying attention at the lady in front of her.

“I said I’ve got it from here. You should go home and get changed”

“it ain’t no family dinner, I don’t need to ch-“

Carol rolled her eyes at the girl, interrupting her words when adding “if you want Daryl to notice you, I suggest you take a nice shower and tidy yourself up a bit”

y/n threw the rag she had in her hands right on the lady’s face, to which Carol just laughed, “I doubt the man who never cleans up after himself will want a lady who does. Anyways stop bringing him up in every conversation” y/n shouted as she made her way out the door to her shared house with Abraham and Rosita. She had taken a liking to the man with the crossbow since she first laid eyes on him. Though the feelings only became visible to her when she hit the age above 18. She was in her 20’s now and that seemed to be the only reason she didn’t ever act upon her feelings. Daryl was much older than her, not that it mattered anymore. The entire group seemed to know about her feelings except for the man himself. Daryl was always reserved, never spoken much to anyone except Carol. Especially not to her, in fact she doesn’t remember having one decent conversation with him. Only a few words exchanged here and there, during runs or changing of shifts on the watch tower.

Walking in the house, she made her way upstairs, not planning to take a shower but one she took a whiff out of her shirt, she realized just how much the smell from the kitchen stays within you. Once she took a nice shower, she changed into a new pair of shorts and a tank top. Looking outside to see it was pretty dark, she made her way to Spencer’s house.

A few steps away, she could see the gathering of Alexandria, people talking among themselves, some sitting around the fire they created. y/n frantically looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, her eyes landed to Carl, Rick and Michonne. Smiling slightly, she walked over to them, “hey”

“hey y/n” they all said back.

y/n looked around, looking for a specific man in particular. “Daryl’s not here yet” Rick said with a smirk on his face.

y/n’s eyes landed on the man, shaking her head in disagreement, “I wasn’t looking for him”

“l-liar” she heard Carl say with a fake couch coming through.

“you people are impossible” she says rolling her eyes and walking away to find Carol. Trying to find the lady, her eyes fell on the man himself, leaning against the closed garage door with a arrow in hands, studying it. Contemplating whether to go over or not, she felt a hand on her shoulder, “just go and talk to him, just like I told you” Rick says in her ear, walking away from her after.

y/ breathes in, walking over to the man. Never felt this nervous near a walker as she’s feeling to just go talk to someone. As she approached closer, a few steps in front of him, she heard someone calling her name. “hey y/n, remember when you said you’d..give me a blowjob” Spencer says, whispering the last part.

y/n’s eyes widened, looking around as she saw Daryl looking at them, this eyes falling the second he saw the girl looking at him. y/n slapped Spencer on the shoulder, hard but jokingly, “get out of here, Spencer” y/n said laughing slightly as the guy walked away laughing.

y/n made her way beside Daryl, leaning against the garage door beside him, thinking her next words carefully, but stayed with a simple “hi”

Daryl grunted slightly, after a few seconds replied with “so you with that Monroe kid now”

y/n chuckled, almost thought he sounded jealous of a second, “no, he’s just joking around, not my type” she whispered looking down at her shoes before adding, “got my eyes on someone else”

Daryl chuckled, “is it Carl, seen him look at you a few times”

“no it’s not Carl”

“how about Ric-“

“Daryl, it’s not either of them” y/n replied with amusement, her eyes falling on Daryl as she stared at him. Daryl looked back at him, shifting after a few seconds, getting off against the garage door to leave.

“wait” y/n said, holding Daryl’s hand stopping him from moving any further. “um I-w-ell Rick said I can join you in your run tomorrow”

Daryl looked at the girl with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t need anyone”

“I know, it’s just, I was wondering if you could give me some pointers on how to hunt”

Daryl’s gaze fell on the hand that was holding his, the girl noticed and let go of his hand quickly. Daryl walked off causing y/n to look down sadly, “tomorrow at 8 am, sharp” she heard the man say, causing her head to whip up with a small smile she was unable to control. As she saw Daryl was no where in sight, she screamed happily, jumping up and down, stopping instantly as she saw people looking at her weirdly.

“never seen you that happy before”

“welp, your plan worked” y/n said smiling at Rick

“well don’t scare him off, you know Daryl always goes out alone”

“yeah, I know”

y/n got up early the next morning, getting ready by wearing her favourite jeans, which she had to admit made her ass look amazing, a tank top and her holster full of weapons. Making her way down, she saw Rosita already awake, smiling at the girl, “your up early” she asked passing a cup of coffee her way.

“thanks” y/n replied “going on a run with Daryl”

Rosita smirked at the girl, “have fun then and be CAREFUL” she screamed as the girl finished the coffee and walked out the door.

y/n walked to the gates of Alexandria to see Daryl was already waiting for her. “ready” he asks which the girl nodded. Daryl sat on his bike, waiting for the girl as y/n sat behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and going off.

The ride was quite but surprisingly comfortable, “where are we going” y/n asks, raising her voice slightly.

“what” Daryl says raising his voice, turning his head slightly to the side to hear better. y/n leaned closer to him, before speaking again “I said where are we going”

“I know a place where a lot of animals wander around, ain’t a lot of walkers near by too. Good place to hunt.”

They both walked through the woods quietly. No words exchanged, just the sound of the forest around them, a few birds, the branches and leaves breaking beneath their feet. Daryl suddenly stopped, bringing his finger between his lips showing to be quiet. y/n nodded, following behind Daryl quietly as she saw what he was following, a deer could be seen from a distance. Walking around peacefully, unaware of the world it lives in. Daryl got out his crossbow, ready to shot his arrow when the breaking of a loud branch came from behind them.

The deer was long gone and as they both turned to see what caused the noise, something launched itself at y/n, causing her to fall hard onto the ground. It was a walker, thankfully not some humans. Before y/n even got a chance to struggle, the walker fell right on her dead. An arrow could be seen through its skull, it was pushed off her and a hand held in front of her, helping her up. She looked at Daryl to see his annoyed expression, grunting before saying “this is why I work alone” walking off.

“well thanks I guess” y/n whispers quietly, following him.

“thanks to you, I lost our dinner. That could’ve lasted a few days at least”

y/n’s brows furrowed, annoyed at the man now, “it’s not my fault, I didn’t hear it coming”

Daryl turned around aggressively, “really, I find it really hard to believe that you didn’t hear a walker coming from right behind you”

“you should be thankful I was with you, if you were alone, it could’ve gotten at you way before you could have realized”

“uh no, if I was alone, I would’ve heard it and killed it way before that deer got away alright. This is the exact reason why I work alone, so people like you don’t ruin everything” Daryl shouted at her, running his hands through his hair aggressively. His words did hurt, she couldn’t deny it but more than that, they made her angry. y/n couldn’t believe he was blaming everything on her.

“fine, since I ruin everything, I should just leave you alone then” y/n shouted, turning around and walked off.

“where are you going?”

“away from you” y/n shouted back at him.

Daryl closed his fists tightly, angrily looking at the girl walking off and into the empty forest behind him. ‘damnit’ he muttered to himself, stomping him foot on the ground angrily before making his way behind the girl.

“just stop being a drama queen” he shouted following behind her, trying to get her to stop

“stop following me, just go and hunt your stupid deer, I’m going home.” Her angered feet hitting the ground, the sound of leave crunching and branches broken heard.

“and how do you expect to go home” Daryl asks, his voice calmer than before but the annoyance still present.

“I’ll walk”

“a half an hour ride, you’ll walk it”

“yup” she said, hitting the branches away from her face, continuing to walk in a direction she didn’t even know.

Daryl quickly walked up to her, grabbing her arm harshly, turning her around and pulling her towards him. Holding her in close proximity to her, his dark eyes stared into hers. The hard expression in his face relaxed as they looked into her sad ones. He let out a deep sign, relaxing his grip on her arm, letting it go before placing both hands on her cheek. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closing and just enjoying each others presence.

Though y/n was extremely confused, didn’t question it. She waited for him to speak up and he did, “I’m sorry..” he paused, trying to find his next words carefully. “I-“ he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing what was happening, quickly let go of the girl, stepping a few feet away from her. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, about how it was your fault. I know it wasn’t. I can get a little…too much at times…angry and I don’t realize what I’m saying until after it’s said. So I’m sorry”

y/n signed, before nodding “it’s okay”

Daryl gave a slight smile, “now how about we track that deer again”

The rest of the day was exciting, Daryl taught y/n how to track, footprints, what types mean what, how to aim properly, and the most important lesson was noise. They didn’t catch the deer, since it was long gone from a bunch of walkers, but they did catch a bunch of squirrels.

The ride back was quiet, a few words, few giggles being said here and there. y/n had her hands around Daryl’s waist and couldn’t help but hold tight. She didn’t want to go back to Alexandria and have him ignore her like he always does.

“you remember when I told you yesterday, how I had my eyes on someone else” y/n started, her head resting on Daryl’s left shoulder. She felt him tense slightly at the action but never the less, didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“yeah” he replied lowly, unsure why the girl brought it up.

“can you guess who it is” y/n whispered in his ear.

His spine tingled at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear, for a second he forgot what she just said, before remembering shook his thoughts, answering the girl “well, you said it wasn’t Spencer, Carl nor Rick. That takes away all the guys I had eyes on. Can’t be Glenn or Abraham, there a lot of men back in Alexandria, how’d you expect me to guess.”

“just try” she says, smiling as her head was still leaning on his shoulder.

“is it that weird ass dude Eugene. Man gives me the creeps sometimes”

“no, its not Eugene” y/n replied giggling

“is it Morgan, you got a thing for older men or something”

“it’s not Morgan, but you’re in the right direction with the older men”

“I honestly don’t know y/n, just tell me”

y/n squeezed his waist tightly, leaning her lips closer to his ear before whispering, “it’s you.”

With that, Daryl hit the breaks hard on his bike, causing them both to stumble front a bit. y/n looked in front of them, seeing the gates of Alexandria not far but not close enough either.

Daryl didn’t know how to reply, every time he opened his mouth to say something, it closed back right away. He turned his head to the left to face the girl, who gave her a small smile, questioningly looking at her, as if waiting for her to start laughing and say this is all a joke. When he realized she was serious, he couldn’t help the nervousness in the pit of his stomach. What would a girl like her ever find interest in a guy like him. He didn’t deserve her, not one bit. Her friendly, helpful nature, the innocence yet powerful spirit. His eyes fell upon her lips, before shaking his head from the thoughts, facing in front of him, ready to start the bike.

y/n saw him, saw his eyes fall into all sorts of emotions. She noticed his eyes falling to her lips before facing forward again, as if trying to tell himself what he’s feeling was bad. She had already went this far, look the little courage she had left, took her right hand from his waist up to his right cheek, pushing his face gently towards the left, having him face her. Before he got a chance to question the girl, he felt her soft lips on his rough ones. He didn’t know how to react, was shocked especially to find her moving her lips against his own. After a few seconds, she let go, worry in her eyes that he didn’t respond back. Her left hand fell to his chest, feeling it beating extremely fast. She chuckled quietly, resting her forehead against his, closed her eyes before responding “relax Daryl, if you don’t feel the same way, you can just say it. I promise I won’t be hurt, and won’t bother you again after this”

Daryl shook his head back and forth in fear. He turned his body towards the side, grabbing the girl by her thighs, moving her place in front of him, facing him. His hands held both side of her cheek before pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. The girl smiled against his lips before quickly responding, her own hands fell around his waist. “I do feel the same way, I always have. It’s just-“ he struggled with the next words, didn’t know how to say them.

y/n held his face in her hands, reassuring him to go on, “we’re so different, not considering how much older I am than you. Why would you eve-“

“Daryl, if I cared about that stuff before, I wouldn’t have fell in love with you in the first place. I don’t care about any of that. All I know is that I love you, and I hope you feel the same way about me”

Daryl smiled, kissing the girl on the lips one last time before nodding his head, “I love you too”

#daryl x reader #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #twd #walking dead #dixon #imagine #oneshot

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nautiscarader · 4 years

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Smutember day 8 - long distance, Jarco

Smutember day 8 - long distance, Jarco, E, 2k

(ao3)

f you liked my story, here’s a Ko-fi link if you’d be so kind ❤️.

Prompt suggested by @vickyships

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- Wait, isn't it like middle of the night in the states? - It is. - Marco...

Jackie rolled to the other side of her bed and sent another kiss at the enamoured face of her boyfriend on the other side of the Atlantic. When she departed to France tu study, she thought that the distance might strain their relationship, but calls like those only strengthened it. They messaged each other daily, and Marco could listen for hours about France, the people she met there, and even has managed to learn a few phrases Jackie has taught him.

She rolled back to her right side, feeling restless, despite her body being tired after classes and her practices. She listened to Marco describing his daily routines, spoken in his warm, caring voice, and though he was fighting valiantly, she could see and hear he was struggling to stay awake.

Jackie wished she could have him by her side, just so she could watch him fall asleep and toy with black curls of his hair... but that wouldn't eliminate the itch that has been feeling inside her. Her legs were twitching every time she imagined Marco in her bed, or herself in his, and just as Marco was about to talk about another thing that happened in the Echo Creek, she interrupted him.

- Hey, Marco, close the door. - W-What? - I said, close the door to your room, if you haven't. - she smiled at his somewhat surprised face. - Why? - Because your girlfriend came over and we don't want to wake up your parents...

Jackie raised her phone, giving Marco a broader view of her upper body and her blouse. Blouse that with some difficulties, she managed to get over her neck, and once she put her phone to the other hand, threw it to the ground, leaving her with a white bra.

- Jackie... - Come here, Marco...

Jackie spoke in a needy whisper, watching as his eyes widen, not just because of her bra getting looser with each second of her wriggling. She turned to her side, pointing the camera at her back.

- Can you undo my bra? - Y-yeah... - Marco replied, engaging in her role-play. - That's it, Marco... You have such skilled fingers...

Jackie moaned reaching to her back to do exactly what she wished Marco would be doing to her. She turned around and put her phone on the pillow, knowing she will need both hands for the next part. One uncoordinated move later, her bra lay on the floor, but Jackie haven't graced him yet with the sight he wanted to see. With her hands over her breasts she waddled towards the phone and spoke again to her boyfriend.

- Marco... Your hands are so warm... and so strong...

She caressed her breasts, imagining his fingers fondling her mounds and her boyfriend's breath on her neck, and she arched her back when he "kissed" her, sending shivers down her spine that prompted a moan to escape her lips.

- Jackie... I love you... - I know. - she smiled - I can feel it.

She turned to her side moved her hips, imagining grinding against his crotch, and in response, Marco moved his phone away, to show her exactly what she's been yearning for. Though the visibility in his dark room was poor, his lamp on the night table shone light exactly so she could see the bulge in his pants casting quite a shadow.

- Mhm, that's it, Marco... hang on, let me undo your jeans. After all your hands are busy...

And with that she uncovered her breasts, watching as Marco's face reddens, and a small trickle of saliva drools from his open mouth, while her hands moved to "unbuckle" Marco's jeans. She smiled when she heard a commotion from the speaker, and next thing she saw was his boxers, illuminating the screen a bit, and giving her better chance to see his erection.

- Marco... I haven't had you in weeks... - she wailed, leaning over, as she was drawn to the sight of her half-naked boyfriend. - Let me taste you...

She moved her hands to the side of her phone and slowly moved them down, hoping he would catch her meaning. She heard him swallow loudly, and after another shaky movement of the camera, she saw the hem of his boxers move down together with her ankles.

Whoever said vertical videos were bad never used the phones in its intended way.

Not only Marco was in for it, he gave her proper show; inch by inch he slid his boxers down, uncovering his cock, until it sprung right up, filling the screen and making Jackie moan in delight. This time she caught herself salivating at the sight of his manhood.

- Can you feel it, Marco? Can you feel my fingers around your big cock? - she moved her lips as close to the microphone as possible, sliding her fingers alongside her phone, wishing she could touch the real thing. - I-I can, Jackie... - Marco groaned - And your lips feel great too...

Jackie raised an eyebrow, meeting Marco's cocky grin, accompanying the sight of him masturbating. She got comfortable on her bed and slipped her panties off too, as her plan to entertain Marco has accelerated greatly.

- Tell me... tell me what you're doing... - Marco whispered with a half-pleading voice - I wish I could, but I can't... - Jackie teased him - My mouth is full of your cock...

She heard a prolonged groan and giggled.

- But if I could... I'd start by swirling my tongue around your big, fat head..., tracing your veins and the little slit, I know how sensitive it is... Oh, did I mention? I got my tongue pierced. Can you feel that small ball? Sliding up and down, caressing your cock? - Y-yes! - Marco cried, as his voice grew with intensity, just like the rustling noises coming from around him - I'm licking you, inch by inch, tasting the familiar treat... and you taste so good...

Jackie could hear his rugged, breathing and expected he wouldn't last long, and she wouldn't blame him at all.

- I know what you want, Marco, and I feel your hand in my hair. You are pushing me down your cock, I can fell you in my throat... - Ja-Jackie! - he cried. - My hands coil around your balls and I can sense how full their are... at least five weeks worth of your cum...

His voice broke, and when she looked at the screen, all she could see what Marco furiously masturbating to the thought of her giving him a blowjob, his phone apparently tossed to his side.

- Do you want it, Marco? Do you want cum in my mouth? - Y-yes! - Then do it, Marco, but I know I won't be able to hold all of you, and it will cover my face and breasts...

She took her phone and aimed the camera at her breast, and when Marco looked at it, and their eyes met for just a second, he lost it. The very next moment, she heard a weak cry of defeat, as Marco's body spasmed and his climax consumed him, making him thrash against his bed. All Jackie could do is to mash her pussy furiously, imagining him next to her, bucking his hips and marking her face with more than a month of sticky celibacy.

- Mhm, there's so much of it... - she moaned, once she heard his voice calm down - And you taste just like a I remembered...

She made a few slurping noises, pretending she licked her fingers off off his cum.

- Jackie...

Jackie moved the phone back in front of her face, seeing her exhausted boyfriend. Though he was tired, a smile drew on his face.

- Close.. Close your eyes. - he commanded, once he caught his breath - Why? - Jackie asked, but complied at once. - It's only fair if I repay you...

Jackie mewled and put the phone next to her ear, just so both her hands could execute Marco's instructions.

- I'm kissing you, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts...

Jackie pressed her hand against her belly, imagining Marco's delicious weight pressing onto her, making her sink into her bed. Her hand moved to her nipple, toying with it, as if he commanded her. She licked her fingers and closed around her nipples, imagining Marco's lips, and just as she began playing with it, he continued, as if he could read her mind.

- Your nipples are so hard...

Jackie let out a moan and her back arched.

- Kiss me... - she pleaded - Kiss me lower.. - I will, but it feel so good between your breasts... - Marco giggled - Marco...! - she cried impatiently. - Alright. - he chuckled - Can you feel my breath against your belly?

In response, Jackie murmured, and let his journey continue, just as her hand travelled down her body.

- I'm around your navel, my hands are on your waist... Do you want them to be anywhere else? - Marco! - I'll take that as a "no". - he replied quickly, hearing her annoyed grunt - I'm kissing your thighs, your underbelly, your neat bush...

Feeling the impatience burning in her loins, Jackie threw her head back, as her body convulsed under his imaginary caresses. She was rolling back and forth, her legs coiling like snakes, waiting for another part of his tale that might finally release him.

- Are you ready, Jackie? My hands are on your thighs, and I'm gently pushing your legs apart...

As if pulled by strings, Jackie lifted her legs, spreading her legs to welcome her boyfriend's mouth.

- Marco... I can feel your warm breath... - she moaned, feeling the pang of disappointment when her own words betrayed her and she had to double the work of her fingers.

Shivers once again covered her skin, forcing her to assume another unnatural position, while her hand toyed with her folds and her clit.

- Can you feel my kisses, peppered around you? I don't want you kiss you directly right now, I want to prolong the pleasure... - he spoke with half-taunting, though still warm voice - Ma-MARCO! - she cried - Ki-kiss me! Stick your tongue inside me! I-I want you!

Jackie wailed, forgetting for a while that walls of her boarding house weren't the thickest, but at the same time, she didn't care. All she wanted is to feel her boyfriend, of whom she has been depraved for over a month.

- Marco... Marco... MARCO!

Without his voice to narrate, all she could do is to use her own hand, and just as she was about to reach her climax, she felt it. The heat, his lips on her folds, his tongue sliding alongside her folds and his fingers reaching inside her, just as her walls began closing around him.

And then she realised.

She really did feel him.

- Marco?!

Jackie almost jumped in her bed when she saw the head of her boyfriend sticking through fiery portal, droplets of her juice shining on his lips.

- Surprise.

Marco jumped out of the portal in what would have been a swift move, if he didn't trip over the edge of her bed. But fortunately, Jackie was for him, her arms and clegs closing around his naked body, desperate to check if he was real or not.

Tears trickled down her cheek, while her lips peppered his face, eager to taste every ounce of his fragrance.

- Don't hold back...

those were the last coherent words that escaped her mouth. For the next half an hour, all she could babble was Marco's name, mangled with bits of various sentences that described how much she needed and wanted him. As Marco kept ramming himself inside, Jackie couldn't care about anything else: her friends next door that almost surely could hear them, her evening activities she would miss, the fact that neither of them used protection... All she wanted was to have him by her side, and Marco gladly fulfilled that wish, time after time, despite his initial hefty release.

Jackie made a mental note to thank Hekapoo for the dimensional scissors. But for now, all she wanted is to thank Marco for being with her, with her hands, her mouth and her sex...

#jarco #marco diaz #jackie lynn-thomas #lemon #smutember #smutember2020 #smutember 2020 #day 8 #nautiscaraderfics

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hollowempire · 5 years

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Common Ground || Alexei x Reader

Request: none

Summary: Reader isn’t very fond of Alexei, but Hopper needs to talk to him and they speak the same language. Alexei is confused about what reader thinks of him and so is everyone else... except for Murray, of course.

Word Count: 2,008

Warning: Swearing

A/N: In a fic I read it said Alexei could speak many languages including Polish and my brain was like “oHOHOHOH O AN I D E A” so I ran with it. I stopped going to Polish school in like 6th grade so my concept of Polish grammar is nonexistent. Oh well... I can speak it well enough. Also this starts on July 3rd instead of 4th for scientific purposes.

“Jim, for the last time I don’t speak Russian!” y/n exclaimed, hands on her hips as she talked to Hopper, who was trying to fix the car.

Hopper backed away from the car and turned around, mimicking y/n’s stance. “Yeah, but you speak Polish!”

“So?”

“It’s very similar to Russian!” Hopper said, gesturing wildly with his hands. Both Alexei and Joyce watched them in confusion.

“Hopper, there’s a few words that are similar or maybe even the same, but that does not mean we’d understand each other!” y/n insisted, now also gesturing wildly with her hands. That’s how arguments between Hopper and y/n often went.

Hopper sighed, about to continue trying to get y/n to speak with Alexei, when the man himself spoke up.

“Mówisz po polsku?” You speak Polish? he asked, pushing his glasses up as he looked at y/n. She whipped her head around upon hearing this, unsure if she imagined it or not. When y/n saw that Alexei had a look on his face that meant he was waiting for an answer, she knew it had actually happened.

Y/n let out a groan, not very happy about the fact that she was able to and actually had to talk to Alexei now. Sending a glare towards Hopper as he grinned triumphantly, y/n stomped over to Alexei, Joyce moving out of the way and stepping into the car so she could see if it worked.

“Po pierwsze,” First of all, y/n started, poking Alexei in the ribs. “Nie lubię cie.” I dont like you.

Alexei raised his eyebrows and nodded, then turned his attention to Hopper. He suddenly grew frantic, shouting something in Russian.

“Stop!” he called multiple times, Hopper ignoring him and just getting angry.

“Shut up, Smirnoff!” Hopper yelled, approaching the pair by the tree. Before he could do anything, though, the car had started smoking and Joyce lept out just before it exploded.

“Stop.” Alexei said in a way that made it mean ‘I told you so’, earning a sigh from Hopper. He and Joyce went to talk about what they would do next, leaving y/n and Alexei alone again.

“Ten gruby stary koleś zawsze się tak zachowuje,” That fat old guy always acts like that, y/n told Alexei. He snickered, trying to hide his laughter behind his hands. “Co?” What?

“Gruby stary koleś,” fat old guy, Alexei repeated, now unable to control his laughter. He got louder and y/n joined in, grabbing the attention of Hopper.

“Hey!” he said, walking towards y/n. It was meant to scare them, but y/n and Alexei only laughed harder. “Hey, what did you say to him?”

“Nothing,” y/n managed to say, still trying to catch her breath and not burst out laughing again.

As Hopper moved towards her and Alexei, y/n became slightly worried he might kill them but relaxed when Hopper undid Alexei’s hand-cuffs and told them to get going.

“Must you two do this now?” y/n complained after Joyce and Hopper began arguing again, this time because Hopper was apparently too stinky to walk next to and then that spiraled into multiple different things.

The argument only stopped when Joyce pointed out that Alexei was running, y/n already hot on his tail. Hopper managed to pass y/n and they all ended up in the same spot, right at the edge of a road with a 7/11 right across the street. Alexei said something in Russian and they all went together.

Inside, after chugging coke and grabbing some stuff, y/n noticed Alexei struggling with the Slurpee machine because of his handcuffs.

“Potrzebujesz pomocy?” You need help? she asked, taking a cup for him.

He nodded. “Wiśnia.” Cherry.

Y/n poured the drink and shoved the cup into his hands. “To nie znaczy, że ja cię lubię.” This doesnt mean I like you.

“No, pewnie.” Sure. he replied sarcastically, smiling as he took a sip of his Slurpee.

“A co to ma znaczyć?” What’s that supposed to mean? she asked accusingly.

“Nic.” Nothing.

“Let’s go, you two!” Hopper called, already walking out of the store. He told Joyce to buy the stuff because apparently he’d spotted something outside.

That something was the car they were now approaching, Hopper telling Alexei and y/n to get in.

“The hell is this?” the owner of the car asked as he put the gas pump back in its respective slot.

“Police business,” Hopper lied, showing something in his wallet. “I’m confiscating this vehicle for criminal transport.”

“What?”

“I know they don’t look like it, but these two are the most dangerous couple in the world. They’ve robbed many banks and killed many people.” he lied again, the guy opening and closing his mouth in shock. “They’re like the new Bonnie and Clyde.” he added.

“What’s going on here?” Joyce asked, walking up to the scene.

“Detective Byers,” Hopper greeted, Joyce visibly trying to get into character. Y/n chuckled at that. “This man was nice enough to lend us his vehicle to transport these very dangerous criminals.”

“Yes... very dangerous forgerers.” she said.

“Yes, they’ve killed many people.”

“Killed?” Joyce asked softly, both of them now in the car. The guy chased after them as Hopper sped off with his car, asking about how he could get it back, but Hopper just told him he was doing the right thing. Y/n waved to the man with a grin.

“So, y/n, the good news is we’re going to see my Russian-speaking friend and you won’t have to talk to Smirnoff here.” Hopper told her, seeing y/n sigh happily in the rear view mirror.

“...and the bad news?”

“You still have to stay with us.”

Y/n groaned and glared at Alexei, who only smiled in return. He didn’t understand what they were saying, but it was clear she was unhappy with his presence.

“Powinnam Cię zabić, Ty pieprzony draniu.”I should kill you, you fucking bastard. y/n muttered. Alexei choked on his drink, Joyce looking back at him in concern and Hopper laughing.

After this exchange, neither of the two were very pleased to wake up hours later in each other’s arms after having pulled into a secluded driveway.

At the door, they were forced to give their names and look into the camera. Alexei was then searched by the man named Murray for a painfully long time.

“Listen,” y/n piped up, smacking Murray’s strange device down. “I don’t like or trust him either, but this is highly unnecessary!”

Murray laughed.

“What?” y/n asked, but Murray just shook his head. She and Alexei look to each other in confusion, shrugging in unison.

“That!” Murray pointed out.

Y/n immediately caught onto what he meant, and frantically shook her head.

“So that wasn’t you sleeping in the car together, then?” Murray asked teasingly. Y/n look to Joyce and Hopper for help, but they were immersed in yet another argument.

“Co ten łysy mówi?” What is this bald guy saying? Alexei asked, moving in close to her ear so she could hear. Y/n snorted.

Murray gave her an accusatory look as she pushed past him and threw herself down on the couch. Alexei followed without any objection from Murray, his search forgotten after his new task of getting y/n and Alexei together.

Alexei plopped down on the couch just as Joyce and Hopper walked into the room. Hopper announced he was going to get food and left after everyone told him what they wanted.

“We’re gonna need to figure out sleeping arrangements,” Murray said. “There’s a bed in there, a pull-out in my study, and someone can take the couch in here.” he explained, then said the same thing to Alexei in Russian.

“I’m sleeping alone,” Joyce said immediately.

“Well, I’m not sleeping in the same bed as Jim,” y/n said after that.

“He’s is definitely not going to share with Alexei, so looks like you two are taking the bed,” Murray said, winking at y/n. She was about to protest but at that moment Alexei interrupted her and asked what they were talking about.

“Ten idiota myśli, że będziemy spać razem w tym samym łóżku,” This idiot thinks that we’re gonna sleep together in the same bed, y/n told Alexei.

“No, Nie mam nic przeciwko,” Well, I don’t mind. Alexei said.

“Fine!” y/n said, throwing her hands up in defeat.

After a very near escape on Alexei’s part because of a disagreement about a cherry vs. strawberry slurpee, Alexei had explained all about the machine and how it was supposed to open the gate, then talked about how to stop it. After that everyone was pretty exhausted and went to bed, deciding that action could be taken the next day.

Y/n and Alexei were directed towards the guest bedroom, passing by Hopper on the living room couch and Joyce on the pull-out as they walked toward the glass door.

“Zostań na twojej strony łóżka i nie dostaniesz ranny,” Stay on your side of the bed and you won’t get hurt. Y/n said in a warning tone as she lay down, pulling the covers over her. They didn’t do much for keeping her warm. Murray’s house was unusually cold, especially for this time of year.

Alexei said nothing as he lay down. About 15 minutes later they were both still awake.

“Jest ci zimno?” Are you cold? He asked, tapping on her shoulder.

“Może...” Perhaps... y/n said, her back still turned to him.

“Widzę, że drżysz,” I see you shivering, he pointed out.

“Zamknij się,” Shut up y/n said, but when Alexei wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his chest she didn’t protest. She actually welcomed it and eventually turned around to face him. Instead of just pressing her face into his neck as she had originally planned, y/n paused when she caught a glimpse of Alexei’s face.

Y/n admired his features. He was actually pretty cute now that they were so close.

Alexei then opened his eyes and they met y/n’s. The two just lay there for a while, waiting for the other to move. It was y/n who eventually launched herself forward to press her lips against Alexei’s after growing tired of just waiting.

Murray really did know how to get people together, which he congratulated himself on after finding y/n and Alexei in a tangle of limbs and blankets that next morning.

“Glad to see you two are finally getting along,” Murray announced as he burst through the door. The only light source in the room was the rising sun seeping in through the slight openings in the curtains, illuminating just enough to show that they were still clinging onto each other trying to savor the warmth.

“Don’t tell Hopper,” y/n mumbled, a hint of concern in her voice as she attempted to get out of bed.

“Too late.”

Y/n immediately sat up and found herself making eye contact with a very angry cop in a pastel-colored shirt.

“Y/n, you’re here to translate, not sleep with our prisoner!”

“Wait, that’s not what we were doing, we were just-”

“I don’t care, y/n! What the hell happened, you started off hating this guy and now here you are.” Hopper interrupted.

“Hey maybe we should all just calm down and let the kids live a little,” Murray said in an attempt to settle the situation. Luckily it worked and Hopper stormed out of the room, leaving Y/n and Alexei alone after Murray shut the door behind him as he followed Hopper out.

“Chyba ten w głupiej koszulce mnie chce zabić...” I think the guy in the ugly shirt wants to kill me.

Y/n chuckled, glad they could still make fun of Hopper together despite being terrified of him. “Nie pozwolę mu,” I won’t let him. y/n said. She pressed a quick kiss to Alexei’s shoulder and lay back down, hoping to spend some more time in the peaceful atmosphere of the bedroom before exiting to be yelled at (and possibly murdered) by Hopper. They made sure to stay there in each other’s arms as long as possible to avoid the wrath of Jim Hopper.

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