#took a while to find a decent patch

[greencomfort]

bluebell woods, my beloved!!

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! faceless desire; a fic where bucky finds out about reader's little secret

cw: camboy!m!reader, porn with plot (shocking), use of shitty usernames, stream comments included, bucky finds out about the existence of adult websites, male masturbation, edging, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, use of toys (vibrator, dildo), voyeurism (kinda cuz reader is streaming), mentions of steve, and sam, bucky patches reader up after he gets hurt, bucky gets turned on after hearing reader's voice

word count: >3.5k

- part 2 - part 3

a/n: i really tried to expand on this idea, hopefully i did it justice.. i racked my brain for ideas and yeah .. i came up w this! its filthy but WHO CARES i was waiting for people's opinions before i posted this 💔💔 so sorry it was a slow upload

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you were all heart, though often lonely in ways that you never talk about, and you lived a bit of a double life. by day you were friendly, open, all while being coworkers, and decent friends with the avengers, especially bucky. by night though, you slipped into something more revealing, quite literally. you were making money by being a streamer on an adult site, going by the username ‘le charmeur’, which literally translates to ‘the charmer’ in english. it was a shitty username, but it’ll do, you were planning on staying faceless anyway. your camera was always cropped at your collarbones, and you never used your real name.

bucky, on the other hand, was more quiet, reserved, observant, a complete opposite of your personality. after all, he had been chased by death for practically most of his life, and had never learned how to truly relax. even though he was always quiet, you had fallen for him. you never told him though, never wanted to ruin the friendship you had with him and the others. his screen name, ‘alpine17’ though, was better known in the comment section of your streams.

it all started when bucky came home from a particularly rough day. he dropped his briefcase by the couch, and walked into the office of his apartment. the apartment was dark, except for the faint glow coming from the lamp on his work desk. while he stressed about work as a congressman, alpine, his cat, was sleeping peacefully on her bed next to the couch.

he needed to blow off some steam, so he clicked into an adult site, hoping to ‘relieve’ his stress.

he somehow ended up stumbling into your account, ‘le charmeur’, he curiously clicked into it, his eyes widening as he saw the obscene videos on your account. he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. your stream popped up in the corner, and he thought it would be a good idea to join, maybe he could get himself off to your videos?

you were sitting on the bed, feet propped up against the bed as you fucked yourself with a dildo. bucky’s breath hitched at the sight of you.

alpine17:

‘found this stream by accident. best accident all week.’

he typed in the comment section. there was a small pause. then you responded to his comment.

“hmm. sometimes.. the algorithm gets it right. hm, alpine17, never seen you here before.” you spoke, your voice all breathy from fucking yourself. “welcome, newbie.” that was it. no ‘thank you’ for being here, no exaggerated welcome, just you, putting on a show for bucky, and the other thousands of people watching, of course.

user1:

‘god this new guy is so lucky! charmeur noticed him immediately..’

user2:

‘watch out newbie, everyone’s coming for you now!’

“c-come on, guys.. don’t be too mean, you’ll scare him away..” you muttered, before cutting yourself off with a moan. “aah, fuck, it’s just.. so deep..” the way you played with yourself drove him absolutely crazy. you pressed the dildo as deep as you could, before pulling it back out, just to slam it back in.

“fuck.” he took his pants off, stroking his own cock, all while imagining the dildo in you was his cock instead. he stroked himself at the same pace of you fucking the dildo into your ass.

“mmh- g-gonna cum, on y-your cock, sir..” you whimpered, you had changed your position, now you were arching your back so that the camera could focus on your ass instead. “s-shit, fuck, mmh c-cumming..” you finally came, entire body shuddering as you fucked yourself to ride out your orgasm. bucky had timed his orgasm with yours, his cock twitching desperately against his abs when he finally did.

alpine17:

‘think you can take one more, babydoll?’

he commented, shamelessly. this time he attached a $50 donation. he sighed, slowly teasing his cock as he waited for your response.

“o-of course sir, you’re so generous, i’d be evil to deny your request.” you pulled out a silicone board, sticking the dildo to it. you lined it up, before slowly sinking down. your legs shook visibly, while your cock twitched. bucky had never seen anything like your cock, it was so pretty, and a good size too. “doing this for you, sir, you know who you are.” you started to bounce on the dildo now, letting out the prettiest, most sinful moans ever, while your cock slapped against your abs with each bounce.

“mmh, f-fuck.” it didn’t take long for him to cum. in fact, he came before you even did. he didn’t even think to stop, just kept going, at the same pace as you in the stream. he ended up overstimulating himself, cumming multiple times to the obscene stream playing on his computer.

“thank you, for accompanying me tonight, and for the generous donations.. fucked myself so good..” you said drunkenly, doing your signature move of gently swiping your hand in front of the camera just before you ended your stream.

when bucky came to, he realised he had stayed longer than he meant to. he had came to the sight of you for at least 3 times. that’s when he knew, he was fucked.

the next morning

you, sam, and bucky had met up for coffee, the 3 of you were planning a surprise party for steve, after all, he was turning 107 soon. he was a living fossil at this point, but you wanted to celebrate him for many years to come. while you, and sam talked, bucky was staring, as always. he seemed different today, like he was distracted, and more flushed than usual.

“hey, buck, you okay?” you waved a hand in front of him, watching him flinch. “this isn’t like you. what’s wrong?”

“yeah, man. you haven’t talked all morning, and you’re usually excited to celebrate steve.” sam joined in, voicing his concern for bucky.

“i’m fine. just tired, work.” bucky spoke, bluntly. his voice in a different tone than usual. he couldn’t get ‘le charmeur’ out of his mind. he had been thinking about you since last night, and it drove him insane.

“sure, and i’m the president.” sam joked. after an hour, the 3 of you have decided on how to plan steve’s birthday.

“i have to go.” bucky checked his wrist watch, knowing he has to leave for work. he stood up, walking away. you and sam looked at each other cluelessly, before you both left as well.

later that evening

bucky had so much to do. so many meetings to attend, so much paperwork to sign. it was a particularly busy work day, and he felt more pent up than usual. at 9pm, he finally finished everything he was supposed to, and left the office. he couldn’t wait to see ‘le charmeur’ on his computer screen again, helping him get rid of all this stress.

bucky was slightly earlier compared to yesterday, entering just as you started streaming. you saw his username pop up, and you called out to him.

“alpine17, newbie! you’re early today.” you chuckled, the sound sending shivers down his spine. you sounded weirdly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

alpine17:

‘hi, got off work earlier.’

“since you were so generous yesterday, i’ll let you pick what i do today.” you spoke, making his heart skip a beat. you were wearing the shirt you had on that morning when he met up with you. ‘what a coincidence’, he thought.

alpine17:

‘why don’t you edge yourself tonight, babydoll? with a vibrator?’

bucky typed, before shakily pressing the ‘enter’ button to send his comment.

“oh, edging? you’re really not gonna let me cum, sir? not even with how pretty i look when i do?”

alpine17:

‘you’ll do what i say, and that’s it.’

he tried to act bold, and it worked on you. your breath stuttered as you let out a whimper when you read the comment.

“t-that’s too bad then..” you walked out of frame, your microphone picking up the sounds of clattering as you looked for your vibrator. after a while, you finally came back, with the soft pink vibrator in your hand.

at the sight of you, bucky immediately stripped his pants off. he watched you lay against the pillows on your bed, turning the vibrator on and dragging it all around your length.

“s-see that..? i’m so hard, and it’s all because of you, sir.” you stuttered, slowly stroking yourself as you dragged the vibrator against your balls. he followed along, stroking his cock to the sight of you playing with yourself.

after a while, he had cum twice now to the sight of you edging yourself. you started to blabber, your mind going hazy as you edged yourself, it was probably the third time now.

“please- uugh, sir.. c-can i cum now..?” you whined, begging him for mercy, begging him to let you cum. your begging stroked his ego like crazy, knowing how he had control of you through a screen, turned him on more than it should.

alpine17:

‘hm, maybe. why don’t you beg more? convince me that you deserve it.’

he typed, taking longer compared to usual, as one of his hands were occupied, stroking himself.

“aah.. please, please, sir.. i-i’ve been so good, did everything you- mmh, asked me to!”

alpine17:

‘go on, babydoll, cum for me.’

bucky’s cock twitched as he typed, he timed his orgasm with yours, as he always did. he stroked himself in time with each roll of your hips.

“t-thank you, sir.. uugh, c-cumming..” you came, and so did he. you were a shaky, stuttering mess, laying on the bed in bliss. he came for the third time, with a groan, his thighs shook from how the pleasure overridden his nerves. “felt so good, s-sir.” you chuckled. you took a few minutes to rest, laying on the bed until you eventually calmed down enough to speak.

alpine17:

‘you were so pretty, so good today.’

he typed, attaching another donation of $50.

“everyone’s so jealous of you, alpine17. they’re jealous of the attention i’m giving you.” you spoke, he was special, and very lucky, compared to the other people watching your stream. “they’ll hunt you down, considering how i let you toy with me earlier.” his face flushed as his cock twitched once more. ‘le charmeur’ was giving him extra attention, and his stomach filled with butterflies. you bid farewell to your viewers, before turning off your stream.

it became a pattern. evenings bled into midnights with ‘le charmeur’ on bucky’s computer screen. sometimes he just watched quietly, stroking his cock to whatever you were doing to yourself on stream. ‘le charmeur’ never showed his face, never gave a name, never revealed a city or timezone. it was practically impossible to figure out who ‘le charmeur’ actually was.

weeks had passed since he first watched your streams. the more he watched them, the more addicted he got. the first thing he would do when he came home from work was to watch your streams, and cum to them at least twice, before he could do anything else.

2 months later

the sun was hot, the court dusty, and neither of you had played tennis in a while. it didn’t stop you from dragging bucky out for a match though.

“i’m telling you, i used to be insanely good at this.” you waved your hands in the air, trying to prove your point.

“and how long ago was that?”

“..middle school. but let’s not talk about that!”

“right. we’re doomed.”

the both of you weren’t even that bad at it. you could return bucky’s shots, and bucky could return yours too, before it became clear that the both of you were equally as average, and equally as competitive.

you moved fast, despite the heat. you chased a wide shot, with the kind of recklessness that always got you in trouble. your foot got caught on the edge of the court, and you went down, hard. your shirt had ridden up when you fell, your waist scraping against the hard, rubbery court.

“shit.” bucky practically leapt over the net, running towards you. “you good, man?”

“define good, buck.” you winced, crawling back up, only to find the skin on your waist was raw, an ugly abrasion on your soft skin.

“don’t move.” he spoke, walking away and reaching into his bag.

“you carry a first aid kit?”

“technically no. i just carry the stuff i forget to throw out.” he spoke, bluntly, while you laughed.

“jeez, your disaster prep is definitely.. comforting.” you didn’t speak much as bucky cleaned you up, you just sat there, breathing through the sting. the bandage was wrapped perfectly, considering how most of you were active combatants, and needed to learn basic first aid.

“it’s not pretty, but it’ll hold.” he watched as you slowly got up.

“thanks doc.”

“that’ll be $25 dollars, and a slice of pizza.” he joked.

the both of you did end up getting pizza though. obviously, you offered to pay, partly because you owed him for treating your wound, and partly because you had extra cash to spare from your ‘side job’.

later that night

you started your stream slightly later than usual. and as if on cue, bucky joined. he sat on the seat of his office chair, staring into the view of you in front of him. today was different though, you had a shirt on, instead of being naked like usual.

“hi, little late today. took a hit, tripped like a fool earlier. so i can’t do much today..” you spoke, before sighing.

alpine17:

‘poor baby. show me the wound?’

bucky typed, it was embarrassing how straight forward he was being, considering how he was usually reserved and quiet. can you believe he was typing this shit publicly?

“battle scar of the week, alpine17.” you joked, adjusting your camera angle slightly, something you didn’t do often. the frame shifted lower than usual, just enough to show your waist, and hips, as you sat on your chair. then, ever so slowly, you pulled your shirt up, showing the ugly abrasion on your waist. neatly wrapped, white gauze, beige medical tape in a tight, double loop, it was wrapped in the way bucky always did it.

“what..” bucky blinked, leaning forward to take a closer look. “fuck.” that was his bandage. he had put that on. that exact wrap, that exact tuck in the gauze, the weirdly creased edge of the tape.

“i went to do some exercise today, haven’t been really active on the court. went a bit too hard, lost my balance and fell. it hurt so much.” you spoke, feigning an innocent voice, before chuckling, and adjusting your camera angle once more, so that it was back to the original position.

bucky wanted to type, no, say something, but he didn’t. his throat went dry as he connected the dots. he leaned back against his office chair, his brain running with thoughts of you. you were his favourite adult streamer, you were ‘le charmeur’ this whole damn time? you sounded and acted so familiar, he felt stupid that he didn’t connect the dots. he didn’t send another comment, didn’t expose him, didn’t even breathe. he just sat there, letting the quiet realisation settle over him.

“so quiet today, newbie?” you teased, completely oblivious to the fact that you had indirectly exposed your identity. you moved on, playing with yourself as usual, while bucky clicked off the stream, laying in bed as he realised he had been getting himself off to one of his best friends.

the following week

bucky spent the next few days pretending nothing had changed. he tried to, at least. now he knew, that they were the same, and that knowledge, that realisation, sat in his chest like a secret too big to keep. he didn’t wanna ambush you, didn’t want to ruin the trust the both of you had built over time, both online and in real life, but he couldn’t carry it alone anymore.

inside, every time you spoke, at the avenger’s compound, over texts, during their usual coffee run, he kept hearing that voice. not just your voice, but ‘le charmeur’’s voice, and it always made him hard.

“let’s go for tennis again next week, buck.”

“i.. i don’t know if i can make it, work and all.” bucky replied bluntly. “i need to go to the restroom for a while.”

“uh, okay?” you tilted your head in confusion, he had been acting weirdly for the past few days.

bucky rushed to the restroom, entering a random stall that at least had a working lock. he sat down on the seat, and pulled his cock out. it was red, flushed, pre-cum beaded at the tip as he realised how fucked he was. he stroked it quickly, eager to get himself off before you got suspicious of how long he was taking in the restroom. he teased his finger over his tip, just the way you always did with yourself, whines, and whimpers spilled out from his lips as he jerked himself off to the thought of ‘le charmeur’, the thought of you.

5 minutes had passed now, and you started to get worried. you left both of your coffees on the table, and you walked towards the restroom. you walked in quietly, not calling out to bucky just yet. you washed your hands, listening intently.

“mmh, f-fuck.” a stifled whine broke the silence, the voice sounded desperate, filthy.

your face flushed red immediately, as you covered your mouth with your palm, not wanting to make any sound. then, the realisation hit you. there was only one occupied stall, and he was the only one that was currently at the restrooms.

“..buck?” you spoke, your voice shaky. upon hearing your voice, bucky came immediately, accidentally letting out a groan that he didn’t hold in. “you okay, buck? where are you?”

“huh- mm, i-i’m fine.” he replied, voice breathy from his orgasm. he tried to play it off, but it was too late, you had already heard all of his breathy moans, his whimpers, his panting.

“buck, open the door right now.” you spoke, voice tense now, and it sent a shiver running down bucky’s spine. “i’m telling you, if you don’t open this door, i’ll break it down.”

“o-okay, i’m coming out.” he replied, putting his pants back on. thank god it was a sunday, he was wearing sweatpants instead of his usual slacks and loud belt. he looked absolutely ruined, his face flushed red as his eyes were glazed over. he stumbled a little as he walked, it was undeniable now, he had been masturbating inside the stall. “sorry.. got a bit occupied earlier.” he spoke bluntly, as if he was back to his usual self. the both of you stared at each other in silence, before he invited you over to his place. “i need to talk to you about something.. important.”

you gulped, nodding hesitantly. soon after, you were back at his place. you sat on the couch as he poured you a glass of water.

“recently, i’ve been.. pent up.” he confessed, and your eyes widened at the revelation.

“w-what?”

“i haven’t been touched in years. i was frustrated, and i..” he covered his face in embarrassment. “i stumbled onto an adult site.”

“okay, a-and then?” you stuttered, not knowing what to expect now.

“i’ve been watching this one streamer.. he helps me get off, almost every night. and that streamer.. i-is you.” he spoke, his voice cracked in guilt.

the both of you sat in silence momentarily, the room felt much smaller now. bucky broke the silence as he continued.

“i.. i’m sorry. i can stop, i’ll stop, if you want me to. i feel guilty, no one should do this to their own friend. i only found out through the wound on your waist.”

“you.. you weren’t supposed to know.. no one’s supposed to..” your eyes welled up with tears of humiliation, as you breathed heavily.

“i get that-”

“no, you don’t.” you snapped, your voice cracking. “that’s the only place i get to be me without people judging, knowing. i.. i built that space so that i could fucking breathe for once.”

“i.. i do get it, that space helped me breathe too. helped me take the edge off.”

“this.. this is so fucked up, buck.”

“why?” bucky inched closer towards you. “because we’re good friends? or because we’re more than that?”

“buck-” you turned around, eyes wide.

“i’m not trying to take anything from you. not your space, not your privacy, not your dignity. i.. i just couldn’t sit with it anymore. i couldn’t keep pretending i didn’t know you in more ways that one.”

“i need some time. i feel humiliated buck.. i-i’m not ready.” you walked out, leaving bucky hanging.

"..fuck."

[brain--drop]

Creepypasta First Kiss Headcanons (PT 1)

It's been 84 years oml-// Includes: Jeff The Killer | Eyeless Jack | Ben Drowned

Jeff:

Although he'd never admit it, Jeff was beyond nervous for your first kiss as the two of you were lying down on the roof of a shed you'd spend the night at during your journey of getting back to the mansion.

It seemed to be set up perfectly. The chilly air of the night bringing the two of you closer for warmth, the sky clear to view the stars and the full moon. Ambience of crickets and no other distractions.

All it took was for Jeff to glance at you, seeing the moonlight cast lights and shadows to your face, and for you catch him staring that he leans in and plants a short and quick kiss on your lips.

"That...that was stupid. Stupid and gross. Forget it-"

As he sits up to get off the roof and leave, he stops when he feels your hand grab onto his hoodie sleeve. Your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out as you grow flustered from the moment. Jeff raises an eyebrow and lifts your chin up to look at him, unable to hide a laugh from seeing your face.

"So I wasn't reading the signs wrong. You're just as stupid as me."

He laughs more at your offended reaction, cutting you off mid annoyed ramble as he kisses you again, longer and more sternly. Both of you definitely complain in sync once you get inside the shed to sleep on why you stayed outside kissing in the cold for so long afterwards.

EJ:

Not as romantic as the two of you hoped as it was when Jack was bandaging up your arm, having been slashed during training. Or really just a full on brawl as nearly everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning and choose to vent their frustrations.

Much to Jack's efforts in getting you out of the crossfire of violence, you still ended up getting hurt after getting a cut from Toby's axe swinging. Now, much to your efforts of reassuring him, Jack still had an irritated but worried look on his face judging from his knitted eyebrows.

"I don't like using unnecessary force, but I should've moved you out the way faster. Thank whoever's out there that it wasn't serious but it could've been worse and-"

Next thing he knows, his mouth is being silenced by warmth and he realizes it was your lips against his. When you pull back, the shocked silence between the two of you is enough to fluster you both completely.

More silence follows as he finishes patching you up and you end up leaving the makeshift med bay of the mansion with a quiet thanks.

You spend the rest of the day in fear you took it too far until it was the dead of night when a knock at your door disrupts your thoughts. Opening it, you see Jack make his way inside and cups your face in his hands as he closes the door with his foot.

"Let's try that one more time, my brain is working again."

Ben:

It's as cute and awkward as you can imagine it to be. Ben spends days, weeks even, to work up the courage to make the first move and kiss you. By this point, every creep in the mansion is annoyed at his nervous rants to them as he looks for advice and tells him to get on with it.

It took Jeff to half jokingly tell him "he'd do it if he doesn't" for him to get it together and follow through that night, mood and timing be damned.

Fortunately for his racing heart, you wanted nothing more than to have a simple movie night which involved Chicken Little.

While you were seemingly engrossed in the film, Ben's mind was running a mile a minute as he did every trick in the book. Scooting closer to you, wrapping a blanket around you two, yawning and putting his arm around your shoulder. Even he has to admit it was cringe.

His nerves got the best of him when he was trying to find a decent moment in the movie when it didn't matter if it was watched or not as he turns his head and sees you looking right at him because of his anxious behavior.

"...fuck it, I'm dead anyways."

He wastes no time presses his lips against yours, any tension in your bodies flooding away with the warmth as it becomes more comfortable. That is until you both hear the loud sound from the movie of the pig hitting the vending machine to which you pull away laughing. Grabbing the remote, Ben lowers the volume before leaning in again.

"Eh, we've already seen it. This is better though."

[steddieas-shegoes]

AU where Steve has decent parents. They aren’t great, but they’re not bad. They show up for major things and tell him they love him, but they don’t understand him. They don’t get that he needs more than that.

So Steve’s nanny keeps in contact with him even after she’s let go because “Steve doesn’t need looking after” at the age of 10. She checks in with him all the time.

Ms. Munson is always bringing him a dish from her own dinner with her brother and son, making sure he has someone at the awards days at school, makes sure he has gifts at Christmas that he’ll actually like.

But she never invites him to her home and it doesn’t hit him until his senior year of high school that she’s Eddie Munson’s mom, that they live in the trailer park that he was never allowed to go to, that her brother must be Wayne, who took him fishing once when he got his heart broken by his first girlfriend.

He’s a different person now, but not to Eddie.

As time goes on, and he experiences more trauma than any single person should, and he gets Robin as a platonic soulmate, he realizes that Ms. Munson still shows up. His parents don’t bother much anymore, but she does.

And two days before spring break of ‘86, she sends Eddie to Steve’s house with a care package.

When Steve shuffles through the items, he nearly chokes on his own spit when he finds a bag of pre-rolled joints.

Eddie comes up with excuses, brushes it off as just a friendly gesture for someone his mom cares so much about.

But Steve won’t hear it. He asks him to stay and smoke one with him, take the edge off since he’s been dealing with midterms.

They get high on his back patio, talking and laughing late into the night, so late that Eddie almost worries he’ll have to go to school in his clothes from the day before.

Steve won’t hear it, offers his shower and his “most metal” clothes- his only black jeans and a plain white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off- and says he can sleep there for the couple of hours left before school.

Eddie wakes up to Steve making coffee and toast, using the jam his mom had included in the care package and a smile that made Eddie’s cynical heart flop in his chest.

Eddie didn’t think the next time he saw Steve would be when he was holding a broken bottle to his neck, terrified of everything and everyone, but the moment they had a second alone, Steve hugged him close.

“It’s a shit way to be welcomed into the group officially, but I’m glad you’re not alone.”

Steve and Eddie were inseparable while fighting Vecna, both of them insistent on protecting the kids.

When Steve managed to get Eddie to the motel the Munsons were staying in after El managed to get rid of Vecna, Ms. Munson was standing at the door with tears in her eyes.

“My boys.”

She patched them up, better than any doctor probably would have, giving them small kisses on the head when they winced in pain.

And eventually, she tucked them into one of the beds in the room, ignoring how they hadn’t stopped holding hands for the entire night.

She’d been hesitant to introduce them; Eddie, for all his talk of accepting people for who they are, struggled to accept how much she did for Steve, not understanding why he may need it.

But it seemed like she didn’t need to force anything. They found their way together in the end.

[greyyson-but-no]

kill the director

req:

"now, you've gotta prepare yourself, people are gonna be all over you." jess spoke, pulling the car outside the diner, just against the curb and where he used to park it all those years ago. you hadn't even been in the town 15 minutes odd, but you already loved it. firstly, it was snowing, laying a white blanket over the main square, the town tree somehow lighting up the day even more.

christmas was definitely a good time to visit the town for the first time.

you furrowed your eyebrows at his words, though, looking through the glass of the diner to everyone inside. "are they expecting us?"

jess laughed, helping you out the car with a hand as he always insisted he did. "no, but the whole town has heard a lot about you from luke and lorelai, they'll just be itching to meet you, i'm sorry."

"oh, alright." you smiled, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder as he led you towards the door. "wait wait, before we go in-"

"what?"

a hand over your mouth, you laughed, using the reflection in the glass to fix your hair where it needed it, then turning to jess. "is there anything you don't want me to talk about or mention or anything?"

"i'll signal." he nods, smiling and opening the door. "ladies first."

it immediately got warmer inside. general chatter found your ears, as well as the sizzling of someone frying something behind the counter. luke was stood behind the counter, serving the people sat at the counter, one of whom was lorelai. luke had some dismissive but loving look in his eyes as he spoke to her, a similar to one that jess used on you. they were definitely more similar than they realised.

when he saw you and jess walk in, he smiled, putting down the pot of coffee in order to come over and say hello. lorelai turned too, hopping off the stool to come and greet you besides luke.

"hey, how're you doin'?" he welcomed, pulling jess into a hug and then you, lorelai doing the same.

jess answered for the both of you. "yeah, all good. nothing out of the ordinary, that's for sure."

luke made his way around the back of the counter. "how was the drive up? hope the snow wasn't too bad."

"it was alright, traffic was decent in comparison to the snowfall, that's for sure." jess shrugged, helping himself to some coffee, pouring some for you as well.

as you took a sip, you expanded on his point. "yeah, no, we were expecting it to be at a standstill, but it was alright."

"that's good." luke grabbed the other coffee pot, turning to see the two cups already poured. "coff-? oh, well, should have seen that coming."

jess grinned between you and luke, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you laughed at their duo. while there had definitely been some rough patched within the years, they'd worked through them all, and come out on the other side better of than most uncle-nephew relationships.

suddenly, a curly red haired woman came walking over, in a bright shawl wrapped around her shoulders, large earrings dangling from her ears, looking excited to see you and jess.

before she could say anything, luke inserted himself into the conversation. "hey, miss patty, you remember jess? this is his girlfriend, y/n."

"oh, it's just lovely to meet you." she spoke, taking your hand to shake it without really giving you a choice. you just let it happen, jess did warn you about this. "and you're just gorgeous, where on gods earth did he find you?"

you smiled, laughing to shake off how odd this interaction was. "thank you, it's nice to meet you too." you kept as polite as possible, not knowing how else to deal with this.

she smiled, stepping back ever so slightly. "well, it's good to have you here in stars hollow, he certainly hasn't said much about you so we're all raring to get to know you-"

"patty..." luke warned, getting an idea of where this was going.

yet, she persisted. "and i'm telling you, when him and rory broke up, we all never saw him being with anyone else! he was really caught up on her too, for years afterwards, but look at you! proved us all wrong, that's for sure..."

luke moved around from behind the counter, escorting miss patty away from you and jess. "alright, that's enough, give the girl some space."

rory. he'd told you about rory, of course. you must have forgotten that the whole town knew about them, saw everything that went down between them over the years. you hadn't even met her, but she was lorelai's daughter, you'd heard about her. even jess got regular updates about her, to your graceful dismay.

even though you were sure he was completely over her, and everything between them was in the past, there was still that little voice in the back of your head. he had been caught up on her for years, miss patty just confirmed that, what was stopping him from still being caught up now?

if jess had heard your thoughts, he would have said everything you needed to hear, but that wasn't his problem to sort out, so you pulled yourself together, shoved her name out your mind and turned back to jess and luke.

"sorry about that." luke apologised, grabbing a mug to start washing up. "never knows when to stop, that woman."

you shook your head. "no, it's alright, don't worry."

even though you tried to hide the fear in your mind, jess somehow still caught on, grabbing your hand in his and giving it a squeeze for silent comfort. he looked up to jess. "alright, we should probably go and find a room somewhere, just gotta move the car first, before kirk gives us a ticket."

jess leads the two of you outside the diner, but when you go to get in the car, he pulls you back by the hand, swiftly slipping his fingers through your belt loops, pulling you closer.

"listen, about what miss patty said-"

you shook your head. "no, it's alright."

"it's not." he interrupted right back, insisting. "yes, it took me a while to get over her, but we weren't... her and i never would have worked out, under any circumstances. us? that's a different question. you were exactly what i needed then, and exactly what i need now to keep me grounded. i'll make us work out no matter what, alright?"

your eyes met his, warmth radiating from the seemingly endless brown staring back at you. "stop, that started to sound like wedding vows."

he smiled softly, a hand on your cheek. "you alright?"

nodding, you let out a breath. "yeah. it's just,, hard to hear about her sometimes. i know you love me and i love you and we're exactly what we need for each other, but you two were the talk of the town not so long ago, it's hard for me to not worry."

"i get it." he nodded. "it's just important you tell me when you feel like that, because i can help. just like when i tell you when i'm not 100%, yeah?"

you smiled again, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, giggling as you pulled away to see his breath from the cold. "yeah."

he tilted his head towards the car. "c'mon, i see kirk down there with his notebook, let's bolt before he actually gives me a ticket."

"who even is this kirk guy?" you laughed as you swiftly stepped into the car, waiting for jess to reach his side and get in beside you.

"too confusing to even explain." he chuckled, starting the car and setting off towards the hotel you had booked, a hand reaching over to rest on your thigh as he drove.

[moociaoafterdark]

My Miraak headcanons because I love this theatre kid of a man. Mostly follower!Miraak related:

From my other post about him, I believe Miraak had underwent some mutations during his time in Apocrypha. Not something he was aware of, instead of the obvious (the black spots in the whites of the eye, patches of what appear to be black scales on his body). The most severe mutations, however, happened inside of his body. He was disturbed to find out something black floating in his drink one day after he was freed from Apocrypha by LDB. It took him a good moment (tasting the drink again), before he realized that the black liquid in his drink was his spit, that turned into ink. Apparently, somewhere in his head, he had developed an ink sack. Will get offended and grossed out if LDB asks him to refill the inkwell by spitting into it. Moreover, when he was injured particularly badly and he had to get patched up, he and LDB found out that his blood permanently turned viscous. If Miraak is correct about the nature of his mutations, he may or may not have developed three hearts. Something he eventually discovered to be true after accidentally ratting out a bunch of vampires (or hearing from vampire!LDB that his heartbeat is exceptionally loud, like a war drum). This is what Miraak gets for staying in Daedric Realm for so long.

Miraak's robes are actually pretty light and are form fitting. Dude's got a decent amount of muscles and even some chub under them (that he hates being mentioned by LDB, even in affectionate matter).

Overall, he is pretty quiet and keeps to himself (at least at first). If LDB really wants him to open up and get comfortable, the best way is to take Miraak to any Nordic crypt or ruin. He will NOT shut up and will give a full blown history lesson. He may shut up if this is brought to attention, but then start again the second he gets to the nearest totem. Will elaborate and LOVES it when LDB shows interest and asks further questions. What can I say, Miraak loves showing off how smart he is. Not even combat will stop his history related yapping.

He is Atmoran. He does not care about the cold. Take him to Winterhold, take him to Windhelm, hell, throw him into the Sea of Ghosts - Miraak doesn't care. His cold resistance is THAT strong. His heat resistance though... Well, let's just say if he ever had a plan to take over Tamriel, Elsweyr and Hammerfell will be safe, because, to quote the classic: 🎵THE SUN IS A DEADLY LASER🎵

Once growing close to LDB, he will do some things that are dependent on their race, specifically if they are non-human. Miraak would try to initiate and invite Bosmer!LDB to hunts, and while he is good in theory, when it comes to practice... he is not a good hunter. He may also share cooked meat with Bosmer!LDB, regardless if they actually follow a Green Pact. Orsimer!LDB will have the pleasure to have sparing sessions with Miraak, that, of course, involve shouting. They will also get to have arm wrestling matches with the First Dragonborn. Miraak will start making excuses and telling Orsimer!LDB he was just playing along if he loses. Altmer!LDB will also have the pleasure to spar with Miraak, but this time, it's magic, instead of physical might. Miraak may also teach Altmer!LDB some more arcane forms of magic, maybe even those that were known in Merethic era but were since then lost... until now. Miraak quietly sits beside a praying Dunmer!LDB, just keeping them company. He did hear about how important ancestors are to the Dunmer people. If the Dunmer!LDB was raised outside of Morrowind, but wishes to reconnect with their ancestral roots - Miraak will be there for them every step of the way. Also he may be a bit overprotective of them and constantly check their skin for the signs of corprus, reminding them to be careful and take care of themselves. Khajiit!LDB will get teased by Miraak by getting scritches. Also, Khajiit!LDB could've sworn they saw Miraak, in those few instances when he took off his mask, slowblinking at them. Finally, Argonian!LDB will be dutifully watched over by Miraak when they feel like they need a little sunbath. Argonian!LDB will never be allowed to walk around in thin, light armor/clothes when visiting colder regions of Skyrim with Miraak around. Put that fur cowl on, Dragonborn, you're going to freeze your gills!

If LDB is the Listener of Dark Brotherhood, Guild master of the Thieves' Guild and Arch-mage of College of Winterhold he will genuinely be worried for LDB. How the hell are they able to juggle so many jobs at the same time? When was the last time they slept? Do they have a successor or someone they trust with their business? Will force LDB to take it easy and take much needed vacations from their important duties.

Never thought about shouting anybody off cliffs. Really. First time he saw LDB do that he just goes "Of course! How come I never thought of that before?!"

Has INSANE poison resistance. Let's just say, some Dragon Priest rituals were wild. Little Miraak was chugging Atmoran alcohol for ritualistic reasons. Mead, wine, sujamma, shein, mazte, flin, hell, even good ol' skooma got nothing on him. He would still drink socially, though.

One of the most clean people LDB will ever meet. Miraak, his mutations notwithstanding, takes care of himself. May or may not have stayed in the water for a bit longer just to see if he could wash off the black scales on his body (he can't).

He and Paarturnax would recognize each other. They will stay silent though. There are too many things they could say to each other, none of them are good.

[suniix]

09 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | a secret is revealed and your promise has been kept

word count | 1.5k

note | last chapter!! sorry it took so long! also long author’s note at the end of this lolol hope you guys enjoy!

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The days seem brighter now.

Since you’ve accepted what has passed you feel as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. There’s no longer a nagging feeling at the back of your mind berating you for having fun with your friends. You started hanging out more, even going as far as to befriend some of your classmates.

Miyamura noticed the change too.

Just as he had managed to gain the courage to tell you he’s who you’ve been looking for, you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Stop pouting, you’re ruining my mood.”

Miyamura only sighed in response to Hori’s comment. “It’s no use, I think I should take this as a sign..”

“No way!” Hori quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “You’re not wasting all this progress! After school you’re going to head over to their house and tell them! No excuses!”

“Can’t I just tell them on the walk home? It’d be easier to part ways if something goes wrong..”

“While that is a very good idea I heard Yuki wanted them to go shopping with her.”

Yea, you’re officially booked for the whole week.

Which led to him showing up at your house right after the sun had set. You had to be home by now.

Miyamura knocks, anxiously waiting to see you.

The doorknob turns and he almost stops breathing. This is it, he’s going to tell you—

“Miyamura?”

Only, it’s not you.

“Oh! Hello Miss..” The script he prepared in his head flies out the window, this is not something he expected. “Um, is (Y/n) here?”

“No they aren’t, they left a few minutes ago but never told me where they were going. I was just about to head out to look for them, it’s not good to be out so late.”

Miyamura knew this was perfect. It seemed like the odds were finally in his favor.

“I’ll go look!” He regrets responding so quickly once your grandma gives him a weird stare. “I had something I needed to talk to them about anyway.”

Your grandma sighed and Miyamura knew she had caved. “Alright, but be careful. I don’t understand why kids your age go out so late at night..” She mumbled before going back inside. Now that just leaves one question.

Where could you be?

The sound of footsteps jolts you from your thoughts.

You whip your head around, startled, only to find Miyamura doubled over, gasping for air.

“Whoa you okay? What happened!” You ask, panic rising at the thought of something happening to your grandma.

He shakes his head, still struggling to catch his breath. Relief washes over you as your heartbeat starts to settle.

“I just.. wanted to see you.” He breathed out. His words were soft and unsteady, like he was nervous.

The chilly air suddenly turned icy against your cheeks. You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn and you found yourself thankful he wasn’t looking at you.

“O-Oh.. well..” You were unsure how to respond.

Instead, you reached out and patted the patch of grass next to you, inviting him to take a seat. He did so silently, keeping a decent amount of space between the two of you.

“So..” You decided to break the silence. “You said you wanted to see me?”

He nodded. “I went to your house, but your grandma said you weren’t home and she didn’t know where you went, so I went looking for you.”

“Oh no,” you rubbed your temple. “I thought I told her I was going to the park..”

Miyamura rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe your stress. “Don’t worry, I told her I’d find you.”

“And you did, somehow.. how’d you even find me?” You don’t recall telling him about coming here often, then again you don’t recall much of anything. You began to unconsciously pick at the grass.

“Your first day here you kept looking back at this place. I’ve been here before, it’s a nice spot for when you want to relax. To be honest I was really hoping you’d be here otherwise I wouldn’t know where else to look.”

You giggled, watching as a line of ducks passed by. That was almost a year ago and he still remembered, you wish you had a good memory like him.

“My turn to ask a question.”

There was a hint of mischief in his voice, causing you to eye him wearily. “Sure, go ahead.”

He chuckled at your cautious tone, bringing his knees to his chest. “Why’d you come out here?”

“To think.”

“About what?”

“That’s two questions.” You giggled. “I was just thinking about how much I’ve changed since I first got here.” You plucked bits of grass out of the ground.

Miyamura stayed silent.

“I mean you saw it yourself. When I first got here I was a bit.. reserved. Growing up I was always moving around so I wasn’t used to being in one place, I wasn’t… used to keeping friends.” You don’t know why you’re still talking. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s late at night and your thoughts need to be let out, or maybe it’s the fact that Miyamura radiates comfort and safety.

“There’s this boy I met and somehow we just clicked. He was the only real friend I had made, but then I moved away.”

He already knew this. Hori told him about this. He lived through this with you.

“When I met you guys, I guess I just felt guilty? It was like I was forgetting about him and moving on, but I can never forget about him.”

You lean back and lay on the grass, staring up at the sky. The grass is a bit damp, you realize. When you stand you’ll probably have a giant wet patch on the back of your sweater. “Sometimes I still wonder how he’s doing. I have so much I wanna talk to him about.”

Miyamura mimics your actions, leaning back against the damp grass. He’s gotten closer to you now.

“If you did meet him again, what would you say?”

Before you would’ve struggled to answer that question, but now the answer was clear.

“I’d tell him thank you for being my first friend and that no matter what, I’d always choose him to be my partner.”

“You know, I remember that day clearly.”

His words caught you off guard. You wanted to question what he meant by that, but the look on his face told you he had something bottled up that he needed to let out. It was his turn to speak.

“The teacher wanted us to group up with another student. Everyone had a partner except me.”

Miyamura was anxious. His heart was pounding and his stomach was twisting. It seemed all of his organs were protesting what he was about to say, but he knew he had to tell you.

He stood up and looked down at you. The gentle glow from the lamppost illuminated his face. From this angle his piercing scars were barely visible. He held out his hand to you.

You slowly reached out and placed your hand in his. He pulled you up but didn’t let go of your hand. It was warm, he was warm, the kind of warmth anyone would crave on a cold day. The chill on your back didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would.

“That's what you did.”

“What do you mean?”

“On that day when I had nobody, you held out your hand to a little boy and asked to be partners.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“How do you—”

Your question answered itself.

The block that had been holding back your memories seemingly disappeared and everything came rushing back, his face no longer vague in your memories of him. It made sense, the weird connection, the constant Deja vu moments— it’s always been him. He’s always been with you.

“Miyamura?.. You’re..”

He chuckled. “Surprise—”

You leaned forward and quickly pulled him into a hug, squeezing tightly. “I can’t believe it, it’s really you!”

“It’s really me.” Miyamura smiled and leaned into the hug, wrapping his arms around your frame.

The nerves from earlier were gone now, replaced with total joy. He can’t believe he was so nervous to tell you earlier, your reaction was the best thing he could’ve hoped for—

A loud gasp followed by small smacks to his arm broke the joyful moment.

“Ow! What was that for!”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier! For the longest time, I thought!—” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “You let me believe Yanagi was you!!”

You quickly whip your head around in a panic. “I can’t ever face him again, not after this!!”

Miyamura could only chuckle at your worries. “Let's talk about this somewhere else, it’s getting late.”

You crossed your arms, not wanting to give in so easily to him after what you went through.

“… You owe me a pastry.”

“I’ll make you all the pastries you want.” He smiled, taking your hand in his and leading the way to his bakery shop.

note | guys ima be so fr i felt like i rushed this whole series because i didn’t wanna write for this fandom anymore, but i also didn’t wanna abandon it because some people actually enjoyed it so HERES THE FINAL CHAPTER!! thank you all for sticking around this long 🫶 this chapter isn’t the best because i pushed myself to write this right after finals and im super burnt out. i don’t plant on writing an epilogue but i am planning on rewriting this story!! don’t know when it’s gonna happen, doubt it’ll happen soon, but it will get done eventually!! (on a slightly more serious note the ao3 curse is real, so much happened to me after i started writing this that i don’t even want to write another series 😭) once a chapter is edited it will have an official title and not just the title number! again, thank you to those who stuck around, i recognize the frequent likers and commenters, your words inspired me to keep writing 🫶💕

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Teen!Reader finding Alastor all beaten and bruised after the finale and getting worried, insisting in patching him up, etc, while Alastor during the entire time is having a moment of realization like "oh, this kid ACTUALLY cares about me"

(This is platonic obviously, reader sees him like a weird older brother/father figure and looks up to him idk)

I love it. Simple, enjoyable and to be honest, we’ll just pretend Alastor had his sick solo in the finale before we showed up and I suppose Al will be quite unhinged and aggressive in this state so goddamn. Also, my second time writing about the finale

Platonic! Alastor- Reaching Out

“You son of a bitch, I am trying to help you!” You growl out, now half-wrestling with the Radio Demon himself, after his lose battle against Adam. Whilst Adam has been finally defeated at Lucifer’s hand then killed at Niffty’s knife. It’s clear as crystal that Alastor isn’t taking his own defeat well at all. He’s aggressive, completely lost his usual charismatic, well-mannered demeanour, he’s breaking down and barking at you to back off as you’re still trying to pry his own hands off the visible red bleeding wound over his chest

You’ve found this retreating deer out of pure luck and now, you’re acting on your compassion for him to try make the process of healing less painful for him

You’re the only Hazbin Hotel staff member that actually treated Alastor more than an annoyance standing there. He isn’t the best guy at there, never. No, but he isn’t as bad as Vaggie or Husk claim he is. However, right now, he’s boiling your blood with how much he is refusing to let you even touch him, despite the fact he needs to be patched up. He’s low on power, his cane is snapped in half, he’s limited and requires help

“I don’t need your help, Leitora!” Alastor barks back in possibly the most unhinged way you’ve ever seen, basically backing into a wall. He can’t even notice how worried you actually are, how you’re getting frustrated because you’re worried and you’re the only one who has been looking for and have found Alastor whilst everybody else is celebrating the victory over Adam. You’re the one looking for and now looking out for the man you actually find quite nice. He isn’t as patronising to you, for whatever reason, Alastor’s decent and it’s almost like he wants to be some type of figure in your life with how he behaves

“Stay still before you bleed yourself to unconsciousness, you narcissistic edible piece of shit!” You only say this so cruelly, sharp and half loud as to put Alastor into his place, prove to him you’re not backing down whilst you finally win the half wrestling session you have with the weakened and distressed Overlord, already beginning to check around for the entire length of the wound and use what little excess fabric your current clothing has to make a makeshift bandage for this wound

This is surprising, you’re possibly two times his age. A teenager, if not 15-16 at the oldest upon your human death and you’re acting more mature than the biologically 34 year old. Alastor just stayed quiet, tall fluffy deer-like ears still pinned back and suffering through the intense pain. He wouldn’t admit that he is quite grateful that somebody is around but at the same time, he doesn’t want to get attached to any soul

It took him a proper glance at the cute young sinner he found it fun to playfully tease, mock and behave like a clingy overprotective big brother to piss off, that they genuinely care for him. That they aren’t lying or pretending as to get something out of him like he suspects everybody in the Hotel, including Charlie, is

This is so much different than he suspected, he was believing he’d be going back to his radio tower to vent out his rage at being smacked in the face of such a pathetic opponent

Ending up being the pathetic opponent. He hates showing his weakness and he can barely keep himself from snapping but he also can feel his racking nerves ease up a bit at this strong, confident yet sweet and compassionate kid trying to take care of him when they have no actual requirement to do so

Alastor takes a few more seconds to think and speak, not even realising he was sat down by you as he was thinking frantically about how his own mischievous and mocking behaviour as some type of surrogate brother for you was more than just something down to see your reactions for his own amusement, he does feel some type of family-based affections for you

Now, that affection has been bumped up even more. He definitely owes you a lot for caring about him like some surrogate little sibling when all he does for you is annoy you. He doesn’t even know that you actually look up to him like some type of family figure… so, the familiar feelings are mutual

“Fuck… can you just be careful with the coat? This is my treasure”

(A/N: Real quick. Leitora means ‘Reader’ in Portuguese, this’ll be our name for any none anime posts. There’s two versions; Leitora as the feminine version and Leitor as the masculine version. You can use either for us! I got this from Google Translate)

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Post Shibuya Namami survival AU | Meet cute at a coffee shop AU

Tags: fluffy, cutesey shit, scarred nanamin, seally reader. Nothing else really. Just a cute liddol meeting in a coffee shop. Nanami finds reader funny (cute). We got him bois. Throw him in the van let's go.

When you met him, you had no idea who he was, but the scars on his face and the eye patch weren't what drew you in.

No. It was more the irritating tag that stuck out from his obviously new tie. Something he definitely hadn't noticed since he was otherwise so well put together.

Looking at the rest of him, it was hard to believe that he was that careless about the tie. A hideous giraffe print on a piss yellow. Although somehow he made it work. If that had been on any other man you think it would've been the worst crime in the history of fashion but it was decent on him. Not great. Decent.

As the two of you waited at the counter for your orders, you wondered what kind of drink he might be having. He looked like an espresso shot to you, but then again you couldn't really be sure, after seeing the tie choice… The tag, still sticking out, seemed to twitch, as if it were mocking you; annoying you further. No it really was moving, as was the rest of him which turned, having felt your burning gaze. It was at this fortune moment that the barista chose to save you from the embarrassment of having been caught staring by setting down two drinks on the counter. One closer to you which she called out as a “Hot chocolate!” and the other toward him, “Vanilla latte with oat milk!” Not so fortunate afterall.

He turned to you again, “I'm hot chocolate”.

You didn't mean to stare this time either, but you were struck by how ridiculously attractive the man was. All you really heard was him saying, “I'm hot.”

And without realising it you'd breathed our a, “Yeah you're hot!” His smile dropped and was replaced with a half confused look and something else you couldn't quite place. And you – realising what you'd blurted out – blushed and tried to backtrack. “I mean, yeah yours.”

He looked at you cocking an eyebrow as you blabbered on. “As in , I can't have that I'm lactose intolerant.”

He let out a chuckle. “Hence the oat milk?”

You nodded.

As you took hold of your latte and the man, his hot chocolate you realised his drink was in a to go cup. You had to tell him before it was too late… “You left the tag on, on your tie, by the way.” And without waiting to embarrass yourself further you moved to one of the only few seats left unclaimed in the cafe.

He followed you to your spot and took the seat beside you – again one of the only ones left. “Is that why you were staring at me then?” You cringed internally. He'd noticed. Of course he had. Your eyes had basically burned a hole into his chest while you'd been standing there.

You nodded again, taking out your laptop to work. Why did he sit? Just to ask you why you'd been staring? The brown cardboard to-go cup and it's hot chocolate pillion sat there, mocking you. You felt your cheeks burning.

He spoke again. In your embarrassment you hadn't before but you noticed now, what a rich deep voice the man had! Rumbling and sexy. You felt your blush redden. “People usually stare for – different reasons.” he gestured to his left side allowing you to once again take in his scars.

You took a shaky sip of your latte and decided to try and lighten the mood. “Oh you mean how hideous that tie is? Don't worry, I thought that too.”

The man let out a hearty laugh. And you felt yourself fall a little bit in love.

“My name's Nanami by the way. Nanami Kento.”

I might make this a series with all the jjk men idk don't look at me.

[2kverrr]

JUDY ALVAREZ || Dating Headcanons

CYBERPUNK || 0.5k Words

On your first meeting, she was a bitch. You'd wandered down into the lower levels of Lizzie's and assumed she was Evelyn, you'd interrupted her editing to which she took the aggressive approach, "Who the fuck are you? You don't walk into somebody's office all dilly dally and shit on their editing."

She's a terrible cook, you know this and she knows this. So you tend to make sure she's eating properly when you have the time, boiling and frying a half-decent meal for her when she finishes a BD.

She's always willing to patch you up, her door is open to you any time you need care, and boy is she willing to give it to you. You'll sit on her kitchen counter while she scurries off to find any supplies required. And when she returns, she'll give you a quick, loving peck but then scold you for being so reckless while sorting your wounds.

She doesn't drink a lot, unlike you she goes for the strong shit that lasts her half an hour, like a malt or a whiskey. On the odd occasion, you ask to try some, she gladly raises the glass to your lips and purposely spills a little down your chin just for her own enjoyment. "Split a little." She giggles, slowly wiping your chin with her thumb, and dragging your lip down before licking her thumb clean.

She loves cats. When she comes to your apartment she immediately zooms past you to greet your momma cat and her kittens. At first, you were slightly offended but it's become the norm.

She struggles to sleep without you, it's like an addiction, after the first time sharing the same bad, holding you, digging her face into your neck, waking up entangled in each other, she needs it every night.

NAP QUEEN. She takes at least 2 a day, why sleep all night when you can do it in shifts? You feel more energised plus you get more work done. But when she does sleep, it's deep. Like you could throw a toaster across the room and she'd barely move a muscle. It's a pain when you need to get up and she's slung across you with more or less all of her body weight, it takes you a solid 15 minutes to get out of bed.

You love asking about her childhood in Laguna Bend, and she loved telling you about it. You never got tired of her stories, even if she sometimes repeats the same tales, you have a keen ear for her past life.

She's weirdly good at chess, she often tries to teach you but you prefer to tease her, running your leg up her leg while she's thinking about her next move, sit and stare at her instead of taking your turn, "You've got to move something at some point!" She complains, crossing her arms. "Hmm... I'd rather not."

You're her top volunteer for her implant, robotic and chrome experiments. Once, you tested a new combat implant for her and let one of her robots shoot at you, long story short, Judy's bathroom wall could do with some new plastering.

[sillystargirll]

Mommy's good boy

(a mini-sequel to Mommy's milk )

cw: mommy kink, sub konig, tit play, praise kink, oral, very smutty

After that little encounter between you and König finding out he is turned on by lactating from your tits along with a mommy kink, He's been more on edge lately to do it again which today was his lucky day. since he would be coming home from overseas from a mission.

You had sent your child over to your parent's house for a couple days since they really wanted the chance to see their grandbaby and spoil them, your mother had given you a smirk knowing why you wanted to drop off the kid with her and you were just straight up honest, you wanted to spend time with König for a couple of days. your mom said nothing and kissed your cheek making sure you had fun with him.

So here you were it was past 2am nothing out of the ordinary since he always came back late. Soon hours passed as it slowly rolled to 4am You had texted König but he wasn't answering, it was probably due to no service over there you didn't blame him. After all, you guys had a week together without a screaming baby interrupting both of you. you got up from the couch making your way to bed you removed your robe placing it on a chair close to the vanity. climbing onto the bed you pulled the sheets over your body slowly drifting away to sleep.

Half an hour later König walks through the door, turning on the lights of the living room he sets his belongings down carefully making sure he doesn't wake you or his kid up. walking to the kitchen König sees saw the large plate of food wrapped in plastic wrap to protect it and one light on in the kitchen. You always made sure that König had a plate of food waiting for him to come home at a decent time. He heated up what he needed and shoveled all of it in his mouth as quietly as he could.

He could feel his chest rumbling from the moaning. After feeding his stomach, he took a shower, allowing the dirt and grime, dirt, and blood from his body. When he stepped out of the shower, he patched up the minor cuts and scrapes he got throughout his mission.

Quickly going on to check his child the crib was empty, panic set in he quickly and quietly dashed to your shared room with him, finding you asleep he sighed in relief as he saw you there but was still confused about why his kid is not there, sure only you would hold these answers.

he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt along with removing his mask to sleep in before heading to bed. He smiled at you sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in all the covers from the stomach down. you were in a tank top, exposing your beautiful skin. Konig crawled into bed and stared at you for a while. His eyes trailed from the top of your body down to her hip which was covered. He placed a small kiss on your forehead before his attention was drawn to the necklace around their neck. It was of a Heart with its initials on the belly of the heart.

It was small enough not to worry him too much when she fell asleep with it on. Then his eyes trailed more to your breast. It was slightly cold in the room, making your nipples peek through the fabric of the tank top. For some reason, tonight, his mind became fuzzy with the stress of everything. His one goal was to wrap his lips around the nipple to softly suckle until his mind went blank. Keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you were still fast asleep.

All of today's dark, echoing thoughts vanish in the background and allow his mind to suckle on your breast mindlessly. His eyes focused on her breathing, watching for any signs and movement, and he cuddled close to her head, his head under her chin. All you did to move was wrap an arm around him, still sleeping. 

“This is wrong. This is bad, like really bad she is going to hate you !” his mind screamed.  

He wrapped his arm around your, pressing his body as close to you as possible. you still didn’t move. Using the tip of his finger, he grazed the top of the tank top, carefully pulling it down far enough to reveal your nipple. your skin was soft under his touch, your breast large and filled with milk enough for him to cup with both hands comfortable with still spillage between his fingers. It looked so comforting yet arousing, but his lack of erection signaled it to move.

Slowly he wrapped his lips around the nipple, not moving. When he felt your body stiffen in his arms, he tried to pull away. But your hand cupped the back of his head, keeping him in place. your breathing was not heavy, just slow and calm.

He took a tiny suck, waiting for her reaction, but none came. His eyes looked for your facial response, but it was still as peaceful. König began to suckle, not daring to move his hands, his eyes trained on your reaction, but still nothing. When he felt comfortable, he moved his arm to pull the blanket around your body, covering his shoulders and suckling until he fell asleep. For the first time in a few weeks, he slept with no nightmares. 

roughly a couple of minutes after Konig fell asleep you woke up. There was a sharp tug on your nipple that jarred you fully awake. Not moving, out of fear of making whatever is sucking on her upset, you kept your hands where they were. you looked down to see Konig’s mouth around your nipple, sleeping peacefully. He still suckled in his sleep, but it wasn’t in a sexual way.

When König wanted to arouse you sexually, he would suckle on her neck, leaving hickeys, and his hands would trail to her core. This time was different. The suckling was soft, and your skin was tickled by his peaceful breathing. 

He looked cute as you moved to stroke his head softly. You felt no desire to remove him from your breast. Your hand stroked his hair, watching for a moment as he rested before she too felt tired again. With one kiss on your forehead, you fell asleep as you were nursing your Husband. 

Neither of you would wake up until noon. The haze of König was gone when he woke up. He blinked, surprised to see your breast instead of your hair or pillow, his mouth busy with the hardened nipple in his mouth. He pulled away slowly, nervous about what he had done while you began to wake up. König tucked your breast back into your tank top, praying that she would fall asleep, but his wrist was caught. your eyes blinked at him, watching his eyes build up with anxious tears, causing you to sit up and take his face in your hands. 

"König its okay just breathe."

He shook his head, nearly shrinking into himself as he began to mumble out an apology. 

“Konig, I’m not angry. I want you to look at me.” 

Konig looked up, struggling to fight back his tears as he sniffled softly. 

“Thank you” you kissed his forehead. “Let’s just talk about what happened and then take it from there.” 

“Okay,” he reached himself forward while hugging her tightly. 

You both sat there, cuddled close together before any of you began to talk. He spoke of how shitty the mission was and how he just wanted to feel protected for once—seeing your nipples poking made him want nothing more but to be lost in your chest. He apologized for touching your without permission and swore never to do it again. 

you shook your head and kissed his forehead, saying you didn't mind. König always loved the fact you were to nurse him even though you already had a kid which was a lot to tend to but you always made time for him. and now it was his turn to be taken care of. She can remember the first time. When they began to make love during their honeymoon, it was an experience.

They both had highly long stairs, going for roughly four rounds until you were both exhausted. you both were also animistic in a way. Groans and moans and aggressive skin slapping filled the room as it shifted from lovemaking to fucking. In the first round, they worship each other, König more than you. He was between your legs, overwhelmed by the scent of her core, but he kept his eyes locked on hers.

“Ask me,” you ordered softly, already knowing what he was thinking of.

“Please let me lick you m….” 

“Say it,” she said, reaching her hand down to stroke his bottom lip.

“Please let me lick your pussy, Mommy, please,” Konig begged as he caught your thumb in his mouth, sucking slowly.

“Lick mommy’s pussy, baby,” she moved her hand behind his head, pushing him at her core. 

Praise fell from your mouth, encouraging his mouth to work overtime, forcing you to climax. He spelled both of their full names with his tongue, barely able to finish his last name before you came into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, encouraged by your head pets. 

“That’s it, baby, don’t waste a drop.” you panted as he moved to push your legs back. 

The air tickles your wet folds causing you to laugh and soon turn to moan as his heavy tongue lap you up. Konig could never answer how little it turned him on to have himself sucked off, but each time you attempted, he would whimper and tell her no that he just wanted to focus on pleasuring you. When he pulled up to look at you, his lips were puffy and dripping with spit and your juices. He lapped his tongue over his lips and moved forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"B-better... then last time m-mommy"

“So much better, baby boy. You are such a good boy,” the kisses sloppily, both of yours arms wrapped around each other. 

Soon Konig was on top of her, slipping on the condom and squirting lube on his cock. you pumped him slowly, spreading it while you moved to bite his lip. When he pierced your body, you both screamed in each other's mouths in pleasure, tangled in each other as König thrust inside you. His thumb stayed on your clit, rubbing small slow circles as he began to pick up his thrusting. you moaned and screamed as he thrust inside of you, blabbing about how he was a good boy for you. 

“Oh fuck Koni….your such a good boy….your mommy's good boy,” then he snapped. 

He buried his face in your neck, moving his hands to clutch your thighs as he snapped deeper inside of you. He moves his knees up, keeping your legs high enough to pound you as he moved one hand to cover your screaming mouth, not needing another noise complaint. 

“Fuck !” he growled in your neck repeatedly while pounding into you. 

After the last three strokes, he came inside the condom, pushing himself balls deep inside of you. He panted shakily, his voice whispering Mommy until he emptied all of himself. He trusted himself a few more times, not caring for his sensitivity, wanting to wring out your orgasm. you came, shakily gripping his hair to pull him back to kiss him. 

“Fuck Konig fuck that felt good,” you giggled while kissing his face. 

His eyes were hazed over again, this time out of exhaustion, before nuzzling into her neck. you kissed his forehead, waiting for him to release his tight grip on your waist. When the shaky panting stopped, he pulled away and curled onto his side. He slipped the condom off, carefully tying it off before tossing it in the trash can beside the bed. He rolled over, looking at you, reaching for you with a soft whimper. 

“Cuddle me,” he whispered, his voice turning softer. 

“You wanna cuddle?” you said, mirroring his tone with a smile. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes big with want. 

Wrapped your arms around him, you carefully pulled him to his chest, his lip wrapped around your nipple, and suckled until his breathing slowed. When the both of you calmed down, neither moved to remove away and clean up. 

“Mommy missed you baby,” you said, playing with his hair. 

[redrose10]

Chapter 7 is here! It’s a little shorter that the previous ones. Next chapter in a few days as usual. I may not respond but I do read all the comments and messages and I appreciate them.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 1,338

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

You did a lot of thinking on the bus ride home. Yoongi had tried calling you multiple times. He must’ve tried Jimin too because he also conveniently called which you decided to answer.

“Hey Y/N what’s going on? Yoongi just called me really upset. Something about you leaving and he can’t find you.”

“He lied to me. He used me. I feel stupid and gross.”

“That doesn’t seem right. Are you sur-.”

“YES JIMIN! I saw the text message.”, you said trying to lower your voice back down after receiving some glares from other passengers.

“Okay okay. Where are you now?”

“I’m on a bus. I’m gonna go pack up some clothes and then find somewhere else to stay. I’m not spending another night with him.”

“Y/N I think maybe you should give him a chance to explain. If you told me months ago that Yoongi did this I wouldn’t question it but I just don’t think this is him any more.”

You gave him nothing but silence in return.

“Alright well be safe Y/N. My doors open if you need it. Call me.”

The bus had to make several stops along the way so the ride home took longer than you would’ve liked. When you finally entered the penthouse Yoongi was already sitting at the kitchen table. When he saw you he jumped up and ran over,

“Y/N are you okay? Where did you go? Please let me explain.”

“Explain what Yoongi? How you lied to me? How you used me? How you’ve been trying to ruin my life for the last year?”

“Y/N, yes I’m the first to admit I didn’t treat you like I should’ve. I know that and I’m owning up to it. I swear on everything I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Okay Yoongi. Say I believe you, which I 100% do not, how do I know there aren’t other women? How do I know you aren’t lying to me about all of this right now? You don’t exactly have a good track record.”

“Y/N I promise you. You have to believe me.”

“Not good enough.”, you laughed.

You ran off to your room stuffing several days worth of clothes into a bag to take with you. As you were zipping it up a patch of gold at the bottom of your closet caught your eye. You smirked as you grabbed the gold wrapped box and your bag and walked out to the living room to find Yoongi.

He was sitting on the couch staring down at the ground.

“Here, Happy Anniversary.”, you said handing him the box.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows.

“Seriously take it. I already spent the money on it so you might as well have it.”

He cautiously grabbed the box from you and tore away the gold wrapping paper. He took off the lid of the black box and chuckled to himself. He held it up to you with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah I thought of the idea a while ago before things started improving between us. But then I decided that I wasn’t going to give it to you after you had actually began acting like a decent husband. I think it’s fitting now though. Don’t you agree?”

“What did you have this special ordered or something?”

“Yeah turns out that when you have money you’re able to get a lot done.”

Yoongi scoffed and set the box down on the table.

“Y/N I know I fucked up and treated you like shit. I admit that. I can’t change it or take it back and I regret it every day. But I was ready to do anything and everything to prove to you how much I’ve changed and how I was going to be better husband.”

“Yoongi, do you know how alone I’ve felt this whole time? How heartbroken I’ve been? How stupid I felt? I’ve sat here and waited for you like a dog and for what? I’m an idiot for staying so faithful to you. Maybe Mia had the right idea. Marry you and get all the perks that come with it but still get to sleep around the town. It’s what you do anyways. I think that’s what I’m gonna start doing from now on too. No more sitting around like a good little housewife waiting for my husband to return. I’m an even bigger idiot for thinking you could change. That you’re capable of loving someone because you’re not. You’ll never love anyone, not even yourself and because of that you will never truly be loved by anyone.”

You felt out of breath but lighter after you got all of that off your chest. Yoongi looked at you with tears in his eyes. The first time you’d ever seen him cry and just like that the weight was back. Maybe you had been a little too harsh but you kept telling yourself he deserved it.

Silently he walked over to the entrance way and began digging through one of his bags before pulling out a package wrapped in blue and purple paper. He walked over and handed it to you. “Here, Happy anniversary Y/N. Now go run to Jimin or Taehyung or Namjoon. Fuck every guy in Korea for all I care any more. I’ll just go back to being cold asshole Yoongi who constantly fucks other women since that’s all you’re ever going to see me as anyways. And maybe your right. Maybe I don’t deserve to be loved.” He turned and walked away wiping at the tears falling from his eyes. You started to reach out to him but ultimately decided against it choosing to just leave instead.

You took the gift and walked out of the penthouse letting the door slam shut behind you. Unwrapping the paper you found a cream colored book that was quite heavy. Flipping to the first page there was a handwritten note, “Y/N, I’m not good with speaking my mind so I figured I better write this down for you to read so I don’t ramble like an idiot. I wanted to get you something for our anniversary that money cant buy because you deserve more than jewelry or designer bags. I hope you like it. I’ve been working with a private investigator to track down anyone in your family that I could. They gave me one of the only numbers they could find. I called it and I was able to speak with your Great Aunt Ellie who had this book and after some convincing she agreed to send it to me. I know it’ll mean a lot to you and I can’t wait to see your beautiful smile as you flip the pages. Love Yoongi.”

You opened to the first page and instantly started crying. A photo album. He had went through all the work of tracking down your family to get you a photo album of yourself and your closest family members. Going through the pages you saw photos of you as a baby and of your parents. Photos of you on vacation and at Christmas time. Some on birthdays. A photo of you and your Aunt Erica sitting next to her hydrangea bush hit you particularly hard. You’d never had any photos of your family or yourself as a child until now. You stood in the hallway flipping through the pages with your sobs getting stronger as you went.

On the other side of the door Yoongi sat down on the couch staring at the box in front of him. He picked up the black bottle that looked back at him with such vengeance. He read over the words painted in silver,

‘Despicable, A one of kind fragrance for Min Yoongi’.

He took the bottle throwing it against the wall watching it shatter into hundreds of little glass shards. The liquid inside slowly descending down pooling on the floor beneath it. He ran his hands over his face as the scent of smoke and dark amber filled the air.

[lazyyogi]

hello! hope you are well. I have a question that I hope you maybe able to shed some light on. For the first time in my 31 years of life (since like 15), I am finally not obsessed with a person outside of myself. I have always been having intense crushes, intense relationships (most of which unhealthy), and obsessions with people and now I've been doing the work and in a state I think of nobody or fantasise of nobody and there's so much peace. Sometimes though, I also feel peace could be boredom? Maybe my nervous system is getting used to this new thing where my heart rate is not constantly racing. How do you accept that peace could sometimes feel like boredom? or is it not supposed to?

On a different note, been following your blog for a long while and I saw you recommended a book 'Go to Places that Scare You' to someone. When I was going through a rough patch I read that book over and over which really did good things to me <3 thanks so much for your work!

Hi friend!

Not many people identify dysfunctions within themselves, find methods with which to address them, and then actually follow through with those methods. It's really, really fantastic to hear how far you've come already.

No one will ever thank us for the work we do on ourselves, so I'll say it. Thank you! You're engaging in something wonderful.

One thing I like to say is: "Boredom is peace that you have rejected."

Peace is very satisfying and fulfilling in itself. So if peace starts to feel boring, it's worth asking WHO is feeling bored by peace?

It's never YOU who is feeling bored in that scenario but rather it's your compulsion to consume, to be entertained, to be distracted. There's a perfect example for this with which I think many of us can relate.

Sometimes we stay up too late instead of going to bed. We resist sleep, preferring to amuse ourselves with TV binging, doomscrolling, gaming, or other forms of diversion.

Yet once we have gone to sleep and morning comes, we resist having to wake up. The peace and comfort of sleep is so lovely and wonderful that we cling to it.

Deep sleep is a pretty decent approximation of deep peace. To the restless consumption-driven mind, deep sleep seems boring and uninteresting. It's useful to contemplate this contrast.

Peace lacks nothing. Your fundamental essence lacks nothing. But right now you are in a process. You are only just discovering what happens when we stop trying to fill that hole inside us and instead allow something not of this world to shine through it. It's a process and at times your old tendencies will come back. They'll be weaker than before but also more subtle and sneaky. When peace starts to feel boring, this is part of that process.

I'm so glad that you found The Places That Scare You to be useful! And again I am impressed. Few people bother to read what I recommend, let alone over and over 😅

So let me recommend another book that may help with this process. Well, more an author than a book. I would suggest you read anything by Judith Blackstone. You can look her up on Amazon and see which of her books appeal most to you. My favorite is The Fullness of the Ground but there are many options. Belonging Here is such a beautiful and helpful one as well.

Thanks so much for being a reader. Feel free to reach out again to let me know how things go for you and to share where the process took you.

Much love!

LY

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve seems down, Eddie notices and gets his favorite strawberry milk to cheer him up even though they have had a debate about what flavor is better since Eddie despises the strawberry one and prefers chocolate and vice versa. The thing is, Eddie is too scared to give the strawberry milk to Steve in person so he leaves it where he can find it with a note and runs away, he feels like a coward.

Eddie Munson never backed down from his opinions. Especially the food ones. Clam chowder was better than chicken noodle. Waffles were better than pancakes. And choclate milk blew strawberry milk out of the water. These were just facts. And yet every day, Eddie watched as Steve Harrington got in line for lunch, grabbed a strawberry milk and went on his merry way. He completely ignored the chocolate milk sitting right next to it.

The man was insane, honestly and Eddie wanted nothing to do with a crazy person. But today of all days, Eddie was behind Steve in the lunch room, watched him reach for the strawberry milk, only to find that they were already out of it. All that was left was chocolate or regular. Instead of grabbing either, Steve just cursed under his breath and took his lunch to his seat.

It was no secret that he was going through some shit. Word traveled fast in this school, in this town. So everyone already knew that he and Nancy split. And they knew she was with Jonathan now. And of course, him having a doctor's note for a head injury and quitting his teams made the news cycle.

Eddie didn't know if the Harrington luck had run out or if he was just hitting a rough patch. But everyone should have a decent lunch. Even if their tastes were awful. Eddie went to his table and watched as Steve picked at his food. It got close to the end of the period and he just couldn't take it anymore. He got up, ignoring the calls of his friends and did something really stupid.

He pulled the fire alarm.

Hey, he had to get everybody out and quick. While students and teachers rushed outside, Eddie strolled into the cafeteria kitchen, plucked a strawberry milk from the fridge and went to put it next to Steve's tray. He took a napkin and a pen out of his pocket and wrote out a message.

"For His Royal Sweetness"

Eddie didn't have time to second guess what he'd just done. He could hear people starting to return, realizing nothing had set the alarm off. Eddie went back to his table as students came into the cafeteria again. He watched with bated breath as Steve saw the milk. He looked around, clearly confused.

But then he smiled and it was worth the principal bellowing his name and the gym teacher hauling him off to the office.

[miraculousninja-345]

New world, New beginnings

I really really hope we have a flashback or nod of some kind to how they met. Or even getting their apartment together.

I made a small fic to go along with it, it's decently edited not the best I made it last night before heading to bed!

Arin should leave the bench. His parents would show up eventually to find him. Three months ago he got lost in a big supermarket, his parents arrived right after rush hour and most people were leaving.

Once he got the okay, he rushed over to the toy aisle. There were rows of plushies, off-brand action figures, and brick sets. He didn't care for anything other than the ninja.

The plushies, the low-quality mask, and the action figures with very bad paint on the low-quality molds. He reached up with all his might to grab a green ninja action figure. He looked to the back and beamed being greeted with a big green 7$ sticker.

He rushed back to meet his parents at the front of the store only to stop in the middle of the bigger aisle. He turned left, then another right only to end up near the clothing department. Tears bundled up in his eyes then rushed back to the toys aisle.

He only remembered a little but the one thing he remembered was what to do if he got lost. 'Stay where you are, so me and daddy can find you' and just like that he was found. His parents probably knew where he was already, but the memory and idea still comforted him.

"Don't think about being lost. Think about something else." He said to himself. The grass was pretty green. It was scattered around like puddles on a rainy day. It seemed like whatever happened transported him to a desert.

He knew about the desert far from Ninjago City but never traveled with his parents to see it. He stretched the fabric of the green ninja's mask, removed the light green fabric, and wrapped it around his forward like the ninjas' jungle gi's.

"Hey." Another voice called out "Hello!"

Arin perked up, he bounced off the bench and whirled around to look for the person calling out. They sounded young and confused like he was when the merge happened. Arin spun around twice before seeing her.

A girl in a white top and black pants and shoes was trudging through the sand. Her hair was styled into twin buns like many girls in his school and colored pink he'd only seen for crayons.

Arin slipped the hood over his head and rushed over to greet her. "Hi!" he yelled halfway.

This time the girl perked up, relief washed over her face when she saw Arin. She stumbled over to greet him in the middle. She halted however once she came near a grassy patch.

"Hi," Arin exclaimed somewhat out of breath "I'm Arin."

"I'm..." the girl trailed off for a moment, she was ready to speak before letting a small wince of the pain out instead. "I'm a little hurt. I twist my ankle while running."

Arin took her hand and helped her back to the bench.

"What were you running from? A monster?" Asked arin

"No. I was just running for fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah. At first, I was running to get away. Then I started running because it was nice, the wind felt nice.” The girl smiled, “ My name’s Sora.”

[strawberryforks]

quite the pair // jason todd x reader

summary: you and jason are bestfriends, partners, and you’re sick.

warnings: swearing, alludes to assualt, violence, throwing up

word count: 1961

there was more to jason todd than met the eye. he didn’t make friends easily but he was a good one. he had you, who he met in the streets, back when he was living there. who smiled at him and handed him a can of corn that had it not been unopened, he would’ve swore was poisoned. or a disguised explosive. or… well, he didn’t know, but nothing good ever came for free.

he needed to repay you somehow so he stuck around. he didn’t do anything but he watched. observed.

you were skin and bones; the picture of malnutrition. you shivered and your teeth gnashed against each other while you slept, leaning against the side of a green bin. you had a blanket for the longest time and then you didn’t. he’d come back from stealing and selling tires to find the only warmth you had was your own embrace.

your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself and you rocked back and forth. the only sound in the entire alleyway, as he approached, was your breathing and the thrumming of your head as you banged it lightly on the metal behind you. you heard his footsteps, heard them get louder, heard him get closer, heard them stop in front of you but still, you kept your eyes shut tight. you didn’t have anything else to give, you couldn’t help anymore, and more than that, you couldn’t bare to see the disappointment in someone’s eyes when you turned them down.

it was dark–you recall it being around midnight because moments before the footsteps, before meeting the boy who’d come to change your life, you were staring up at the sky. clouds were thick and dark but moonlight sat behind them, just a lighter patch in the sky, waiting for it’s chance. the stars, though, there were none. the closest to that you had gotten that night was when a man flicked away the ash from his cigarette. on it’s decent to the puddle ridden asphalt it glowed a deep orange. like a shooting star, hell, like a meteor, you wished on it. you don’t remember what you wished for, just that it came true. you felt wind in your face and fabric was draped over your shoulders, then there were hands.

“up you go,” jason encouraged. he’d pulled you into his side, given you his sweater, and got some food into you.

he’d more than repaid the debt but… you did your part too. you made him smile–a feat he didn’t think was even possible, having not used what he assumed were dead and decaying muscles, in so long. you told dumb jokes but they made him laugh so you didn’t care, you called him jay and you helped when you could. he kept you as close to him at all times as he could.

gotham was a dangerous place. it was too dangerous for someone as good as you, but he couldn’t help that. he couldn’t make the world a better so he had to make you worse–because your trusting nature? your tendency to see the best in people? to smile at strangers and go without so someone else wouldn’t have to? it fucking terrified him.

he brought you with him one night, and made you a witness to various crimes. each time, he quieted you, pressed his hand over your mouth and whispered horrors he’d seen. he told you how the world was and how it worked.

but until something happened to you, until jason came back from stealing and saw a man hurting you, you didn’t believe that the whole world was awful. until jason slammed a tire rim into him, staining it red and leaving him limp, you thought there was some good. then you didn’t. you realised there wasn’t.

and then? then batman took you both in. the batman. bruce-motherfucking-wayne decided to play dad to two homeless, orphaned, violent, and thieving teenagers.

at first he just wanted to take jason. he had no interest in raising a girl but when he looked at you, watched you hug jason, whisper “goodbye,” and saw you ready to sprint away, it was decided.

the world was selfish and in a way it had made you selfish too. but there was one person you were willing to be unselfish for and it was him. jason todd. your jay. you wanted what was best for him, you’d live on the streets, die there too, if that’s what it took. then, batman, who’d decided he also wanted what was best for jason, realised that it was you. you were what he needed.

both of you were placed in the backseat of the batmobile that’s tires, much to jason’s displeasure, were still in place.

then you were brought to your new home. it had more to offer than the occasional canned food and bread crumbs. you didn’t have to dumpster dive, didn’t have to struggle. there were heaters and blankets and stocked cupboards and even a butler named alfred.

batman didn’t have plans for you, just jason, who he wanted as his robin. you never liked feeling left out so you trained too. just… privately at first. sitting on jason’s bed (you weren’t yet comfortable sleeping anywhere he wasn’t and batman came to realise that superhero–super vigilante, or whatever, it didn’t matter because there was absolutely nothing short of attaching a ball and chain to both of your ankles that he could do about it) you swung your legs over the edge, them not quite hitting the floor, and made what jason thought was small talk. idle conversation.

“so, how was training?” he dabbed at his face with a cloth, collecting sweat, and sighed. he didn’t mind training, i mean, he thought it sucked, but liked that there was a goal to work towards, and that the goal was him being stronger, and that if he was stronger no one would ever be able to hurt anyone he cared about–there was only you–ever again. “what did batman make you do today? anything different?”

“well,” said jason. “we sparred today. i ran on the treadmill, lifted weights, and i think he made me do, like, 1000 pushups.” jason may have exaggerated there, but you didn’t quite understand. sarcasm, hyperboles, they weren’t your forte. it took you a full twenty four hours, but in sets of ten, you managed. you fought one of the pillows in your room–not well, but you did, and ran around the bed that you’d pulled into the centre of the room until you were panting. the next day you couldn’t spoon fucking cereal into your mouth but six months later batman finally caved.

“train me.” you said, not begging anymore–long past that actually. “i can do just as many pushups as jason can. i can run fast. i can do good, batman. i know i can. i know there's not enough good in the world, that it’s a shit place and that there’s shit people but i’m not one of them. i’ll do good, be good. i swear.”

“you can train but for self defence purposes. robin and i have the crime fighting handled.”

“i’ve been training. i want to train with you and jay. if there's something i can’t do i’ll sit out, you won’t have to babysit me, i won’t say a single word. just let me try. if i fail i’ll drop it.”

when batman tries to make you fail your odds aren’t great. when your best friend, his sidekick, taps out before you do, they improve drastically.

with the bat’s stamp of approval you kept training and training. you patrolled with them, with jason, and while jason was robin you were batgirl. at 18 (you) and 19 (jason) the two of you go out on your own without batman, he checks on you sometimes but doesn’t feel the need to chaperone you on your crime fighting endeavours.

it’s around ten pm, when the crime picks up in the streets, and jason is beginning to get impatient. you’re not the most punctual but right now you’re really late. he could start without you, scale a building and begin searching for some drug deal to bust or mugging to stop. he could… but he doesn’t. jason–well, robin, pulls out his phone and calls you. you’re in bed, not dressed in your suit, and it’s all you can do to roll over. you slide your thumb against your screen, answering with a barely audible groan. your face is pressed into the blanket and jason’s voice spills through the speaker. “where are you?”

“m’home…” you manage.

“what’s wrong? did something happen? home as in the apartment or–screw it,” jason is standing up, he’s checking your location himself, seeing that you’re at the wayne manor and sprinting back the way he came.

“jay it’s okay. i’m fine, just sick.”

“i’m coming home.”

“no,” you whine, “you have patrol. protect the city and the people. duty and…” you cough. rub your throat, “whatnot.”

jason doesn’t respond but you know he’s not listening. you hear the sound of clothes being removed and assume he’s changing out of his suit.

you roll your eyes, he really is stubborn. you try again “you’re a hero, jay.” what’s supposed to be a motivational speech is interrupted by a coughing fit. you slam your finger down on the mute button and press your face into the big bowl you took from the cabinet, retching.

when you’re done, you hit unmute. “you’ve got to do your thing and save the world.” your voice is scratchy, your throat hurts. your ribs too. you’ve been in serious battles less painful–against two face, the joker. being sick sucks.

“i plan to. but my world’s at home in bed, coughing her lungs out. i’m stopping at the drug store and i’ll be home, ‘kay?”

“okay…”

jason makes you stay on the phone until he walks through the door. he hangs up and helps you to the bathroom. “you should’ve told me you were puking i would’ve grabbed some pepto,” you shake your head, “wouldn't be able to keep it down,” and watch as he not-so-subtly attempts to slide the bag of your favourite candies behind him. your smile comes out pained as another wave of nausea hits and you’re in the bathroom dry heaving above the toilet. he holds your hair back (if it’s shorter, he rubs your scalp soothingly) and when you’re done, helps you back to the bed.

he’s walking around you, doting. there’s a water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, he’s brought you a heating pad, filled a hot water bottle, and pulled the blankets all the way up. tucking them under your chin. he’s checked your temperature twice and walks back in front of the bed toying with the thermometer. “jay, stop pacing.”

“are you okay? should i get alfred?”

“i’ll be fine. either leave so you don’t get sick or come here,” you pat the spot next to you and jason walks over, lowering himself down onto the bed and pulling you into his arms. he kisses your forehead, “my immune system seems to be a lot stronger than yours, batgirl.”

“mhm,” you agree. “all the training in the world couldn’t help that, robin.”

jason grumbled and you raised a brow. “still mad about that?”

“that you got the bat prefix? nah, i’m happy being a sidekick named after a bird. ‘course i’m mad. not at you though.” never at you is what he leaves out, “at batman. my hero name could’ve been way cooler.”

“are you telling me you’d rather be batboy?” you ask, tone incredulous.

he chuckles, shoulders raising in a shrug. “we’d make quite the pair.”

“we already do, dummy.”

that night batman covers for you two–he patrols and you stay in your partners arms, recovering. later, he helps alfred make you soup. everything is easy with him. even getting better.