#I hope the sun beams look cool lol

[dank-meme-legend]

Time, mystical time.

Cutting me open, then healing me fine.

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? <3

——From, “invisible string” by Taylor Swift

#m’s art #kliensen #i love kliensen <<33 #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen art #evan x jared #they are silly #Jared is laughing at his own joke and Evan is looking at with heart eyes like ‘you’re a dumbass but you’re MY dumbass and I love you’ #I hope the sun beams look cool lol

[jeridandridge]

Haaaaay, hope you're having a good day!

I had a prompt if you're feeling it! (Totally cool of you're not 😁) Ava squeezes some funds out of the superintendent for a team building weekend at a cabin in the mountains. Teacher!reader and melissa have been together for a minute (or it can be new 🤷‍♀️) but no one else knows. They get put together to share a room. They're excited (as excited as you can be for a "work trip/getaway" with your coworkers lol) until they have a huge fight either before or at the cabin. But before either of them can try to leave the situation, the group gets snowed in.

Angsty but with a happy ending maybe? Feel free to change whatever you want!

☆*~Thank yoooou ~*☆♡♡♡

I had so much fun with this! Thank you for the request 🩷 I hope you saw my media post for the day after 😉

Snow Storms

“Get ready yall! Load out is in ten minutes!”

It was far too early for Ava to be actually excited about something, but you were happy to see everyone amped up. Somehow Ava managed to get funds from the district for a team building weekend and now here you were, outside of Abbott on a Saturday morning before the sun is up.

When you see Melissa pull into the parking lot you hide a smile in your coffee cup. The relationship was still new enough where no one knew about your cozy bubble, you small smiles and hidden glances at school and all your dates and nights spent together.

“Are you ready to par-tay?!” Janine does a little dance next to you.

You let out a laugh putting your hand in your pocket. “I’ll let you know when I fully wake up.”

“Hey, hon, pipsqueak,” Melissa nods to you and Janine. Giving her a friendly smile you nod back.

“Are you ready for the trip Melissa? I hope we’re roomies!” Janine beams.

Melissa looks horrified and you can’t help but laugh.

It was going to be an interesting weekend. On the bus ride to the Poconos you sit across the aisle from Barb and Melissa, giving her an amused smile when she winks at you.

“Alright yall, I’m giving room assignments before I forget,” Ava stands up looking at the group. “There’s only one single room, so that’s mine. Janine you’re with Barb, Melissa, you’re with the young blood, and Jacob you’re with Gregory. I’d put myself with Mr Eddie but this is a school sanctioned trip” she smirks. Gregory looks terrified as usual.

Rooming with Melissa would be difficult for you on this trip, especially since you love how cute she looks in her pajamas. It’ll be hard to keep your hands to yourself. Your girlfriend must notice your blush because that’s when she decides to tease you.

“Hey hon, you better not snore.” She shoots you a look across the aisle.

“Don’t worry, Schemmenti. I’m a great roommate.”

-

Two hours later your eyes go wide when you see the place you’d be staying in. The cabin is a nice one and you have no idea how Ava managed to get something like it. It’s a two story perched far back off the rode just near the ski slope. There’s a fine dusting of snow on the ground, not quite enough to enjoy the area fully.

As everyone grabs their bags for the overnight stay you hang back playfully nudging Melissa’s shoulder with a smirk. “Lucky me, huh?” You tell her quietly.

“You’re lucky, girlfriend.” Barbara looks to Melissa almost exhausted already.

“I’d tell you it won’t be so bad but, I can’t do that.” You laugh watching Janine and Jacob interact.

Inside the massive cabin everyone brings their bags in and finds their room. As soon as the door shuts your back is pushed against the dark wood and sweet, glossy lips are pressed against yours.

Smirking against her lips you snake your arms around her neck running your fingers through auburn strands.

“Mmm, Mel, don’t start something you can’t finish.” You smirk meeting sparkling green eyes. Melissa playfully growls squeezing your backside.

“This giant house, no one would hear a thing, Tesoro.”

Laughing you push yourself off the door. “C’mon, rain check until later. I wanna see what Ava has in mind for team building.” You smile. “I’m a little scared actually.”

Melissa playfully swats your butt, wiping the corner of her lips with that devilish smirk you love so much.

-

After a few hours of get to know you activities and dinner you stand by the large window overlooking the ski hill watching the snow come down.

“Are we sure this is gonna stop sometime soon? Because this is coming down.” You worry.

“Uh yeah about that,” Jacob sits up on his phone, “That snow storm shifted and we’re getting hit.” He says holding his phone out.

Ava looks at the phone horrified. “I’m gonna be stuck here for more than 24 hours with you people?!”

“Could be worse. At least we’re all sorta friends.” He shrugs. “Why don’t we start one of the activities?”

As the snowfall gets heavier and the sun goes down you get a little nervous at how much there actually is.

“What’s wrong, hon?” Melissa asks plopping down beside you on the large sofa. Quirking a brow you look around at the group spread around the room enjoying themselves.

shoulder to shoulder with the redhead you hum. “I don’t know how long I can last snowed in up here,”

Melissa nods patting your knee. “Don’t worry, hon. I’m here.” She smiles.

“Ooo cutie alert, what’s goin on here?” Ava smirks pointing between the two of you.

“Sitting, talking. Normal human interaction.” You shoot back at your friend.

“Nah, yall are cozy.”

“Ava, they’re simply sitting together. Besides, Melissa has a dinner invitation from Gary.” Barb smiles proudly.

Hearing this bit of new information has you quirking a brow, fuming on the inside. You pretend to find a spot on the coffee table very interesting as your mind runs wild. Why would Melissa hide that from you? You knew the vending machine guy had a thing for Mel, he had eyes of course, eyes that lingered too long sometimes. You hated him.

“Barb, I already told ya, it ain’t gonna happen.”

The air in the room suddenly feels tense, the fire in the room making you sweat. You’ve already blocked about the conversation happening as you get up sliding swiftly out of the room.

At the front door you slide on your boots and the nearest coat going out to the front walkway, letting out a shaky breath as the cold hits your cheeks and the snow gets in your eyes. Letting out a breath you tip your head up watching the snowflakes come down.

��Why did she go outside?” Ava shrugs watching Melissa run for the door.

“Tesoro, get back in here!” Melissa yells down the long driveway as she jogs towards you. You can’t do anything but scoff, eyes on the

“Go inside, Melissa.”

“No. Get over here and talk to me.”

You can see her shiver in her sweater out of the corner of your eye and you almost reach over to pull her close to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me Gary asked you out?”

“Hon,” Melissa sighs with a shrug. “I didn’t think it was important.”

“Not important.” You laugh. “You know I hate the guy and how he talks to you. So yeah, it’s important to me. Is that also why you don’t wanna tell anyone we’re together? Make sure you still have back ups if this doesn’t work out?” You play dirty when you’re mad, and you feel like she deserves it.

Melissa’s nose is red and her arms are crossed as the wind whips. “That’s not it at all! You know I love you.”

Shaking your head you put your hands in your pockets. She’d never said those words before but you knew. It didn’t change the fact that she hid something like that from you.

“Yeah, well maybe if you can’t tell people we’re together and can’t turn a man down when he asks you on a date, this isn’t a good idea.”

Melissa’s shoulders deflate and her lips part. “You don’t mean that.” She lets out.

Jaw clenched, your eyes burning from a mix of tears and the wind you stand completely silent for a moment before the sound of crunching snow sounds from underneath your boots as you go.

Huffing behind you Melissa follows close by back to the cabin. “Are you really not gonna talk to me?”

“I’ll talk to you, Melissa. We’re talking right now.” You shiver looking at the front door, Barbara nearby through the glass.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Spinning on your heels Melissa almost jumps back, looking at you with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. The look in her eyes is enough to make your heart ache, but you won’t back down.

Melissa looks behind you, Ava and Janine are practically pushed on the glass watching you both while Barbara tries to pull them away.

“You want them to know?” Melissa asks, confusion written on your face.

“What are you-“

Before you finish your sentence, your girlfriend wraps her arms around your neck pulling you into a soft kiss. The chill from her nose hits your skin and her soft lips warm you up instantly. Putting your hands in your pockets you grin against her lips wrapping her into your coat.

The warm bubble you two created makes you forget where you are and why you were so mad.

“I told yall! I told yall they were together!” Ava yells from the door.

Breaking the kiss you rest your forehead against hers.

“Well played, Schemmenti.” You smirk.

“I love you, Tesoro. I’m sorry.”

“I really do love you, Mel.”

Going back inside, you’re teased mercilessly by Ava and gushed over Barbara. Team building weekends aren’t so bad.

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #Melissa Schemmenti #Melissa Schemmenti x reader

[philistiniphagottini]

Hello! It’s SleepyPriestess, I was wondering if I could request some NSFW content with Hashirama Senju x Reader where they grew up together and she had a habit of scolding him. This time he decides that they’re adults and he’s too old to be being scolded by her? :) Thank you for your time!

Hi! Thanks for dropping by and sending a request. I had tons of fun writing this. I got a little carried away and wrote a lot of words, lol. Hope you enjoy :)

NSFW below the cut.

"Knock, knock~"

Not even bothering to wait for a reply, you decided to invite yourself into the Hokage's office. You nudged open the ajar door with your foot, the hinges groaning lightly in protest as you entered. You were pleasantly surprised to see that there was no one else in the room besides the Hokage, a pile of papers scattered in front of him as the soft scratching of a pen filled the room. Hashirama peered up at you from behind his desk, a beaming smile stretching his lips when his eyes met yours.

"Come in, come in my friend" he greeted with a hearty chuckle.

You offered him your own smile, balancing a plastic container in both of your hands as your hip knocked the door back in the other direction. The door shut with a soft click. Hashirama's paperwork was immediately abandoned as he focused all his attention on you, wide grin still plastered to his face as you approached.

"Working hard?" you asked, gesturing to the small pile of papers.

Hashirama nodded with a soft hum, tucking a long lock of his dark hair behind his ear.

"Just a few forms that need my signature. The pile seems to never end."

You made a small noise in the back of your throat as you rounded his desk, carefully setting down the container you had brought with you. A small sigh blew past your lips at the sight of paper strewn across his desk, brows furrowed as a small frown tugged at your lips. 

"It'd help if your desk wasn't such a mess" you commented. 

Without even asking you reached for the papers, mind already set into sorting mode as you cleaned up the mess. Hashirama chuckled at the sight, finger idly scratching at his cheek.

"Sorry about that. Didn't really notice the mess."

You pointedly rolled your eyes at his breezy laugh as you stacked a bunch of papers into a neat pile, the smell of fresh ink tickling your nose with each deep inhale. As you continued to file the papers, you caught Hashirama's gaze as his stare lingered on the container that you had put aside. He cocked his head, trying to get a good look through the clear top and see what was hidden inside. 

"What did you bring?" he inquired. 

"I brought some afternoon refreshments" you replied. "Freshly made by yours truly" you added with a dramatic swish of your head.

Hashirama's eyes lit up as he reached for the container. Before he could lay a finger on the cool plastic, you swatted his hand away, shooting him a disapproving scowl. Hashirama immediately retracted his hand, a small noise of protest falling from his lips like he had just been stung.

"Wait" you told him.

His brows pinched together as a small pout formed on his lips. He offered his hands up as a sign of defeat with no further complaint and tried to patiently wait for you to finish sorting through his mess before you relented. Once you were satisfied you pushed the large pile of papers to one side of the desk, crisp pages balancing precariously at the edge. You slid the box of treats in Hashirama's direction.

"They're all yours" you said. 

Hashirama’s bright smile returned as he clapped his hands together, eagerly reaching for the box of sweets. He peeled the lid off, eyes shimmering in the afternoon sun as he raised the box to his face and took a deep breath.

"It smells amazing."

You slowly trailed closer to Hashirama’s side, your thigh bumping against the arm of his chair as you rested your weight against the edge of the desk. You had been making and baking snacks for Hashirama long before he had ever become Hokage. You had known each other since you were kids and were practically inseparable since the day you met. Hashirama’s younger brother, Tobirama, loved to complain that you two were joined at the hip through much of your life. Where one showed up, the other was soon to follow. The off-handed comments never really bothered you.

Just before your mind could slip into memories of days past, your attention was drawn back to Hashirama once more as he dug his hand through the box and snatched a treat. You raised an eyebrow at the way he devoured it one bite, the soft sounds of his chewing filling up the space of his office.

"Wow, these taste so good" Hashirama complimented, crumbs spilling from his lips as he continued to eat.

You let out a long sigh. "Don’t talk with your mouth full" you lightly scolded before crossing your arms over your chest. "I don’t know how many times I’ve had to remind you."

Another habit you had picked up from your years of knowing Hashirama. The first Hokage could be quite loose and carefree with his actions and you were forever chewing his ear off when he did something impolite or just plain stupid. Another thing that Tobirama liked to point out on occasion. You two argued like an old, married couple. And today was no different. Hashirama swallowed his bite to eat before he huffed loudly, eyebrow twitching in irritation as you continued to yap, face leaning closer to his.

"Honestly, I’ve been telling you to fix that bad habit since you were a kid" you said with a sigh of exasperation.

"We’re not kids anymore. Aren’t I a little bit too old to be scolded?" he shot back, subtly moving his body forward as he addressed you.

You rolled your eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of your head. "Oh please, Hashi. I won’t have you making excuses to justify your own bad habits."

Your body was now directly in front of his, arms crossed firmly over your chest as you stared him down. The Hokage easily matched your stare, sitting so far forward in his chair that if he were to suddenly stand, he would crash right into you. Your faces were only a scant, few inches apart and when he spoke, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"If it bothers you so much, then why don’t you make me stop?"

You have no idea what possessed you after you heard those words. Perhaps it was the underlying challenge lacing his tone that got under your skin. Or perhaps it was how close his face was to yours, the sudden tension in the air palpable. But the second your eyes strayed from his and landed on his lips, it was all over for you. There had always been some underlying tension between the two of you that had been going on for months. Years, possibly. It had only been a matter of time before everything, eventually, decided to boil over. Whatever witty remark you had formed was scattered to the wind, the tatters flying straight out the open window of the office like a leaf dancing on the breeze. You decided to lean forward and Hashirama met you halfway.

You took a deep breath, eyes immediately falling shut when you felt the press of his mouth on yours. The scent of sandalwood and the rich smell of earth tickled your senses, the powerful aroma making you take a step back. You squeaked when your back hit the edge of the desk and you were nearly sent toppling over when Hashirama’s lips chased yours. He was standing now, hands placed firmly on the desk and trapping you between his arms. His lips were hungry as they devoured yours, your nose scrunching up when his teeth clacked against yours and his tongue invaded your mouth. You could feel your blood simmering in your veins when his tongue touched yours, a pleasant heat creeping down your spine and pooling into the pit of your stomach. Your fingers tangled in his robes, hands placed against his chest and feeling his thunderous heartbeat racing as you parted from the kiss.

You stared at each other in a daze, eyes glossed over and lips parted as you tried to steady your breathing. As you continued to stare into the depths of his eyes, it felt like a spark was shared between you, a single brainwave connecting your thoughts. You had been friends since childhood. So why did it feel so oddly…right?

The tips of your fingers were starting to tingle from the harsh grip you had on Hashirama’s robes, nails catching in the fabric and threatening to start tearing at it. Your eyes followed the movements of Hashirama’s tongue as he traced it over his lips, your taste still lingering on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat.

"That was a little…"

"Unexpected?" you offered.

You also cleared your throat, eyes flicking away briefly as you tried to stave off the heat rising on your cheeks.

"But not unwarranted" you added.  

Your remark made Hashirama’s eyebrows raise with amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh? Do tell."

He leaned closer, trailing butterfly kisses across your jaw as you stumbled over your words. You tried to think of something to reply with but your thoughts were currently jumbled, too distracted by the way he left open mouth kisses against your burning skin and the feeling of his hot breath fluttering against your hammering pulse. His hands slid around your waist, finding purchase on the small of your back as he continued to litter your skin with kisses. You huffed, resolve slowly crumbling as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"Is this your way of dodging my scolding?" you inquired.

Hashirama hummed, the vibrations thrumming across your skin and making your toes curl into the soles of your feet. He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, your skin erupting in goosebumps as his voice came out as a husky purr that made your knees weak.

"Perhaps you should be the one that gets scolded for goading the Hokage."

When Hashirama pulled back, he didn’t miss the flustered expression that flashed across your visage. You bit your lip harder, trying to contain the quiver as the tips of your ears burned as hot as a raging inferno. You restlessly started to rub your thighs together, trying to alleviate the dull ache that formed in your core. You were so embarrassingly turned on, the material of your panties soaked through and the back of your neck prickling with sweat. You caught the coy smirk that tugged at Hashirama’s out of the corner of your eye and you were so tempted to wipe it off.

"Could it be that you-ahh!"

You threaded your fingers through Hashirama’s hair, fiercely tugging on the locks to silence him before another word could slip unabashed off his tongue. You tried to ignore the sound that bubbled up the back of his throat, spine tingling in delight as every hair on the nape of neck stood up in anticipation. You tugged his head closer as you gave him a stern look.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

You may have sounded intimidating of your voice wasn’t so breathless. If he kept pushing your limits, you were possibly going to end up combusting on the spot. Hashirama sealed his lips, another carefree smile lighting his features as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was much slower this time, no sense of urgency in the way his mouth brushed against yours and savoured your taste. You felt his hands start to explore your body, fingers tracing down your sides and slowly mapping out your curves. A small noise tickled the back of your throat as he grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing and depositing you on top of the desk. The sudden moved caused the legs to abruptly scrape across the floor and the stack of neatly piled papers to scatter haphazardly to the floor. You huffed loudly at the sorry state, a small smile tugging at your lips as your eyes twinkled with amusement.

"You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Hashirama rolled his shoulders in response, fingers looping into the waistband of your bottoms and teasingly dipping under the back to feel your skin.

"Another bad habit that you can scold me for later" he teased.

He paused for a moment, looking down at your flustered and needy form sprawled out on the table beneath him. There was a sudden moment of clarity, a break in the fog that was clouding his senses. There was obviously no going back to being just friends after this. That much was clearly obvious to the both of you. And it seemed like you didn’t care about that. But he still had a question itching at the back of his skull, one that popped up when he had remembered exactly where the two of you currently were at the moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this here? Right now?" he asked.

You nodded vigorously, fingers playing with the ends of his silky hair as you twisted and twirled a strand around your finger. You were well aware that there was a chance that at any moment, someone could discover you in this compromising position. But the small thrill only made it seem much more tantalising. You didn’t think you could hold out much longer. You needed to sate this hunger that gnawed at your insides and there was only one man for the job.

"Can’t wait" you replied, breathing rough as your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your ribcage. "Need you now."

You could taste the desire in the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly, fingertips itching as you started to impatiently tug at Hashirama’s robes. A small laugh breezed past his kiss swollen lips.

"How insatiable. Naughty little imp."

You could tell that he really enjoyed the effect his words had on you and you were probably never going to hear the end of his goading from this day forward. You lifted your legs as Hashirama started to pull your pants off, waiting until he threw the article of clothing aside before wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him closer by his hips. Your feet dug into the dip in his back, fingers knotting in the sash of his robes and hastily unfastening it. Your hands froze when you felt Hashirama drag his fingers over your wet panties, fabric rubbing against your aching clit and setting every nerve in your body on edge. You hissed through clenched teeth, trying to stifle the loud noises that wanted to break free.

"Huh, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?" Hashirama commented.

Your eyes lit up as you were finally unable to untangle the annoying sash, your eyes flicking up to his face as you gave him a cheeky smirk.

"I could say the same about you" you cooed.

A hint of red crept over Hashirama’s cheeks and his infectious smile did not waver. It made your heart flutter, pulse drumming so loudly in your ears you could barely hear anything over the incessant ringing. Your breathing waved as your panties were pushed to the side, exposing your most private parts to the cool chill of the room. You squirmed under Hashirama’s intense gaze, eyes focused on the glistening pearl at the top of your puffy pussy and the way your arousal dripped down your trembling thighs. He breathed in sharply, fingers tickling against the skin of your thighs as he caressed your body with reverence.

"Beautiful" he uttered with content.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as his hands continued to caress your legs, your skin burning hot under his touch as he trailed his fingers to your centre. You immediately clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd noises into the palm of your hand. He drew his thumb over your throbbing clit, sending a spark of electricity spiralling down to your core as your legs tightened around his waist. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to slip close as the bliss set into your bones. Your hips twitched forward as he teased your opening, an obscene amount of slick coating his fingers as he experimented with his touches. Your ears burned when a finger slipped inside of you, a loud and wet squelch abruptly cutting through the silence as you moaned into your hand.

"Hashi" you moaned; voice muffled into your skin as you tipped your head back.

He buried his finger up to the knuckle, twisting and curling the digit before making room for a second one. Your breath hitching, teeth catching in your skin as you bit back the loud moan worming its way up your throat. Your head felt dizzy from the pleasure, hot coil winding tight in the pit of your stomach. Your nails dug into the wooden surface of the desk, scratching at the waning polish as the coil wound tighter, the tension in your muscles growing with each blissful moment. You were finding it increasingly difficult to silence yourself, hips shaking as Hashirama rubbed his fingers against your plush insides, brushing against your soft spots and making stars waver in your vision. You didn’t know how much longer you would last, pussy gripping his fingers like you never wanted to let go yet craving to be filled with so much more.

"Hashi, hurry" you urged, panting against your skin as sweat dotted your brow.

Time was scarce, as was your patience. And though Hashirama would have loved to indulge you for a bit longer, he realised how desperately you both needed this right now. He could make it up to you later, if you would allow it. He removed his fingers from you with a loud pop and before you were left mourning the loss of warmth and friction, you were being filled to the brim with a different kind of heat. Your hand fell from your face, jaw slack and eyes rolling as Hashirama’s cock pierced your centre, the stretch both uncomfortable and comforting at the same time. Hashirama was quick to seal his mouth over yours, swallowing your hungry cries of ecstasy as he buried himself inside your pulsing warmth, your walls snug around his drooling cock.

"Hhng, so warm" he groaned against your mouth, tongue lapping at the drool clinging to the corner of your bruised lips.

You couldn’t find the words anymore. You could barely form a coherent thought. All you could do was cling onto the Hokage with waning strength, hips moving lazily as he rocked his hips against yours. His stomach clenched, rippling muscles glistening with sweat and tempting you to trace your fingers over the beautiful dips and lines of his toned body. Long locks of his hair tickled your skin and spilled over your shoulders, the featherlight touches making your skin extra sensitive and receptive to his addicting touch. He drove his cock deeper into your pussy, the desk creaking in protest from the sudden, jarring movements. Your hands clung onto the back of his neck, your breaths mingling every time your lips met in sloppy, unrefined passion that drove the heat inside of you to boiling point. You could feel the head kissing your sweet spot with every push of his hips, walls fluttering around him with every slow drag of his cock against your plush insides. You could feel him throbbing as you whined into his mouth, teeth catching his bottom lip as you whispered his name.

"I’m so close" you slurred.

It felt like fireworks were crackling to life on your stomach and it was almost too much for you to handle anymore. You could barely focus on anything other than Hashirama and the way he made you feel. His hands curled around your hips, fingers digging into your plump body as he shoved you down on his cock harder. The sound wrenched from your lips was so loud it vibrated against his skin, his jaw tense and brow furrowed as he rushed you both towards release. Your walls spasmed around his girth when he hit just the right spot, your vision turning white for a few brief seconds as you tumbled over the edge.

The coil inside of you shattered into a million pieces, flooding your veins with white hot euphoria that made your head spin. You bit your tongue to stifle your loud moans and mewls of bliss, walls undulating around Hashirama’s cock as you coaxed him into his own release. The pressure snapped as he buried himself to the hilt inside you with a loud grunt, balls tight and cock kicking with each heavy spurt of his cum. Warmth blossomed across your abdomen, pussy gripping his cock and squeezing him for every last drop. His movements started to taper off, riding out the last dregs of your pleasure high as the ends of your fraying nerves started to become overwhelmed.

Your limbs felt like the consistency of jelly as you finally relaxed, the tension melting away and being replaced with a warm, satisfied feeling. Your lungs burned as you greedily gulped down air, eyes in a trance as you stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. You could feel Hashirama rest more of his weight against you, hands rubbing at your hips to soothe the aching of your joints. He was struggling to catch his breathing as well, hair falling into his eyes when he dipped his head to look down on you.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, voice coming out in a husky murmur. "I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

You gently shook your head, brushing his bangs of his eyes and tucking them behind his ear. "No, you didn’t. I feel…actually I feel really good."

Hashirama chuckled as he pressed his forehead against yours and left a chaste kiss on your nose. "I feel the same."

As much as you would have loved to bask in the moment for a little longer, you had to separate before you got caught. You gently pushed on Hashirama’s shoulder, gaining his attention once more as you tried to move him off. He refused to budge, softening cock still plugging your centre and stirring a pleasant tingle in your stomach.

"Come on Hashirama, we need to move."

"Hmm, I think gravity is increasing on me" he mumbled against your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as he held you.

You pointedly rolled your eyes. "Don’t be such a baby. We can do this later. If your brother catches us like this, we may never recover from the scathing remarks he would make."

#my writing #request #residualvoid #narurto #naruto shippuden #naruto smut #hashirama senju #hashirama x reader #female reader #x reader

[the-kr8tor]

oof. alright.... how about hobie spending his first chinese new years with his asian girlfriend? 🍙

Thank you for requesting! (I uploaded this earlier bc i might accidentally forget lol) I hope I wrote this okay since I haven't been to a chinese new year celebration in a while 😔 ly 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Asian! Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Asian! Fem! Reader.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Hobie helps you lay the blanket on the rooftop, the wind whips at your cool cheeks, the repurposed blanket is thick in your hands. Finally settling the blanket on the ground, you smile triumphantly as Hobie who's still in his suit, chuckles at your pleased face.

Just below the rooftop, down on the lively streets, you hear the familiar drum beats, the laughter and chatter of the celebrating crowd and the smell of traditional food that brings back memories. The dragon dancers roam around, clad in red and gold, they expertly dance to the beat. You chose the higher location knowing that he just came from patrol and would most likely go back to it after the celebrations.

You've planned everything, from the best optimal position to place the blanket for a better view of the fireworks to the best food from your culture that you already know Hobie would love. You just hope everything goes well, you're properly nervous, wanting it to be perfect for Him since this is his first Chinese new year.

Hobie, the sweetheart that he is, senses your slight distress. He comes around the cloth, careful to not step on it with his boots; closing the distance, you smile at him, knowing that he's about to comfort you.

“You're very frowny today, heard that's not good.” well, comfort you in his own way, you suppose. He takes off his gloves before holding your cold cheeks, the skin on skin contact almost makes you melt. “What's got you pouty? Did you forget somethin’? I can swing by and get it?”

You take his hands off your face, lacing them together with your own. “I just want it to be a great experience for you.” Your voice small, eyes avoiding his.

“You’re here, it's already great.” He winks, knowing how it would affect you.

You feel like there's fireworks exploding under your skin. “You're an ass.” Words full of fondness, beaming at him with the light of a hundred suns.

“The best arse though, right?”

“You barely have one.” Now he's the one pouting. You squeeze his hands before letting go. “Come on before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you take tupperware upon tupperwares of food from the thermal bag. Hearing cloth shuffle, you feel Hobie put his chin atop your shoulder.

“Need help?”

“No, thank you though.” You move your head to look at his excited face. “Just sit there and look pretty for me.”

“That's your job, love.” He wiggles his chin, making you giggle. Wrapping his arms around you, he watches intently as you open each tupperware, the aroma making his stomach grumble. “Fuckin’ hell that smells good.”

Hobie tries to get a spring roll but you stop him with a small slap to his hand. “Hands! I don't know whose face you rearranged today.” You rub the back of his hand as an apology. “There's wet wipes in my bag.”

“Fair enough.”

After laying all the utensils, your hands are icy against his warm ones whilst you teach him how to properly hold chopsticks. Hobie has his tongue poking out from his lips, face scrunched up in concentration.

Guiding his shaking hands as you both slowly raise the dumpling clutched precariously in his chopstick. He triumphantly takes a huge bite of the savory food, raising his arms, chewing and eyes filled with glee.

“You did it!” Cheering, you dodge the chopsticks in his hand as he leans forward to hug you.

“It's so good, holy shit!” He says with his mouth full, arms around your middle. “You made this?” You nod shyly, “You’re fuckin' ace, lovie!”

“Thank you,” rubbing his back, feeling the roughness of his leather vest, you crane your neck to press a quick kiss on his temple; making sure your appreciation translates through it. “You have to try the tikoy!” You excitedly say as you take a generous piece just for him.

Before you two know it, the food is completely devoured, nothing left but a few stray vegetables and the mess left on the blanket.

Hobie lays down, vest discarded somewhere, full and content. He rubs his stomach, humming a tune.

“You look like a very happy cat right now.” You say above him, hands on your hips, beaming down at him. “You're even purring.”

“I don't have an arse and now I'm a bloody cat.” He opens one eye to sass you. “What's next then?”

“My pillow,” you flop down, landing on top of him, especially careful of his full stomach.

He lets out an ‘oof’ and then a deep chuckle. “I don't mind this one” you snuggle to his chest, nosing on the spandex of his suit.

His hands embrace you completely, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes over your shirt. Humming, you shut your eyes.

Feeling featherlight kisses on your forehead, you wake up to fireworks bursting above you. You gasp, enamored by the lights. He laughs as you ooh and awe, eyes flicking between you and the heavens. But he finds you more beautiful than the pyrotechnics.

He nudges you, you squeal when he brings out a couple of paper lanterns for you to light.

“How– where did you get those?”

“Swung below before we ate.” He shrugs as you look at him like he's the fireworks above, all heart eyes and full of endearment. “Bloke gave me a discount too.”

You chuckle, scooting closer to him. “Hmm, I wonder why?” Poking his side, you scratch his spandex clad stomach.

He laughs above the booming fireworks. “The suit helped I guess.”

You can't help it anymore so you lean to his side, resting your head on his shoulder, peppering his skin just above his jaw with sticky kisses.

“Thank you,” you say against his skin, not minding the stubble. “I love them, let's make a wish then.”

“No need to thank me. I should be thanking you.” The colorful fireworks lights up his face, reds, blues, greens and yellows dancing on his skin like heavenly light.

“Let's just say we're both thankful.” The fireworks reflect on your sparkling eyes.

Hobie nuzzles the top of your head briefly to satiate his need to kiss you. Bringing out a lighter, he lights each one before carefully handing your paper lantern to your waiting hands.

You close your eyes briefly, making your wish while Hobie copies you wordlessly.

You peek at him, “at the same time?”

“Always.”

Letting go of your lanterns, Hobie's and yours fly together, swirling around each other. He faces you, cupping your cheeks, ghosting his lips atop yours. You smile softly, hands gentle on the back of his neck.

“Happy new year, love.”

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie x reader #cw food mention #hobie fluff #asian! reader #fanfic #🍙 anon

[moonchild-in-blue]

The Mist (Sleep Token)

So this is the aftermath of this very cool post by @reveries-of-my-mind. I was supposed to get it done weeks ago, but alas. It is here now I suppose.

Basically is Vessel as a kid (he's adorable here 🥺), wandering around in the woods, and encountering a Magical Clearing with a Strange Mist. Slightly different from my original idea, but it's actually kinda cute?? This was supposed to be much shorter, but once I start writing, it's hard to stop lol. 2k is not too bad though, right?

Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it Kay 🍄 (Also I used your picture for the divider, hope you don't mind!) 🌿🌹

The Mist had been with him ever since he could remember. As Vessel looked over his window, morning coffee in hand, a thin layer of fog covered his garden, speckled with red flowers.

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It was a Saturday morning like any other. The sun peeked shyly behind grey clouds, extending its warm fingers to the earth bellow, still wet from the earlier rain.

His grandparents’ garden overlooked the great forest behind, lush trees and a sparkling creek impassively waiting behind the white fence. For any eight-year-old boy in the midst of summer holidays, with no friends around and plenty of time to kill, the woods were the perfect playground.

Everyday he would venture into the forest. He knew each and every rock and bush that formed the path to the stream. He knew which berries were the sweetest; which tree provided better shade. His grandfather had taught him to recognize the different singing birds and where they nested – under his bed, a shoebox containing his growing collection of nature findings was filled with all types of feathers, carefully catalogued in a piece of crinkled paper.

Today, he had decided to be a little braver. He would go on an adventure. With a very nice stick in hand, and a backpack full of sandwiches, two tangerines, and a water bottle - lovingly provided by his grandmother - the blonde boy ventured further into the woods.

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After a little while of walking, his first sandwich long gone, the boy reached a tunnel encrusted on the base of a ridge, no bigger than his little frame, completely dark aside from a very faint light coming from the opposite entrance. It seated inconspicuously behind a curtain of leaves and vines, barely visible to anyone not paying attention.

But to the adventurous boy, nothing escaped his sight. His little blue eyes twinkled with excitement. Finally, something new. He adjusted his backpack straps, took a deep breath, and crawled his way through the hole.

With scrapped knees and spider webs clinging to his hair and clothes, the boy stood in an unfamiliar clearing, tall and quite proud of himself for making it through the dark, scary tunnel.

The first thing he noticed was the silence. Usually the woods were brimming with life, the sounds of birds, shuffling creatures, and buzzing insects, serving as companions to his lone hummings. But here, on the other side of the mysterious passage, the sound seemed to deafen to a low whisper, almost as if the ground itself was vibrating. As if the trees were talking amongst themselves.

Then, there was the mist.

The clearing was a small, rounded meadow, carpeted with soft grass and a shallow brook, towering trees adorning the edges. A gentle shadow, cast by the leafy canopies, draped the enclosure in green light. And hovering over the grass, swirling in intricate, delicate patterns, was a fine layer of white mist.

Whenever a sun beam pierced the strange fog, the mist parted like tiny crystal prisms, painting the glade with translucent rainbows. The boy was elated – he had never seen or imagined something so extraordinary, not even in his wildest dreams. And this place, this enchanted forest, was all his!

The boy suddenly felt very important. He knew this place was special, and it had must be protected, like a closely guarded secret. His little heart thumped with excitement and wonder, sparkling blue eyes drinking in his surroundings. As he walked further inside the clearing, the boy noticed how the mist seemed to halt its movements, as if it could feel his presence.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’m an explorer! See?”

He brandished his stick in the air, proving his harmlessness to the Mist.

“Can I seat here?” he asked, pointing to the soft grass bellow. The Mist seemed to respond, swirling ever-so-slightly around his pale ankles.

Satisfied with this reply, the boy slumped down on the ground, glad to be able to rest after what if felt like hours walking. He took off his shoes and socks, and laid back on the grass, singing contently to himself. What an amazing discovery! I should keep this in my notebook.

From the dirty backpack, he produced a colourful sketchpad and a pencil case, along with his water-bottle and snacks. The pad was halfway filled with a myriad of drawings: several birds and leaves, his grandparent’s yard, countless types of mushrooms and insects, and even some strange-looking forest gnomes, no doubt inspired by the bedtime stories his grandfather would read him. Anything he would come across during his adventures was recorded in his notebook, and this mysterious place, this important secret of his, deserved several pages dedicated to it.

After a few hours of drawing the clearing and the swirling fog, and when the last of his food had been consumed, the boy knew it was time to go home. Before leaving, he chose some of the prettiest pebbles he gathered from the brook and made a neat little pile in the place he had been seated earlier, as a thank you to the mist for showing him such a wonderful place.

“Goodbye trees! Goodbye Mist! I’ll come back tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this place – I’m very good at keeping secrets you know?” he waved his little arms farewell, hoping somehow the forest would hear him.

The Mist twirled over his little rock offering, and the boy left with a grin, very pleased with himself for being able to talk with the magic fog.

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When he stood in front of the dark tunnel the next day, his stomach felt funny with dread. What if the misty clearing was no longer there? What if it was all his imagination? No, it was there! It’s all here on my notebook. Once again he took a deep breath, adjusted his backpack, and crossed the dark passage to the secluded meadow.

And there it was – the strange vapour, the leafy canopies, the soft grass. Just as he had left it. He could hardly contain his excitement, blonde hair bouncing up and down as he skipped over to his pile of rocks. Curiously enough, a single flower bloomed next to it, five deep-red petals sprouting beautifully, filling the air with an intoxicatingly sweet scent. It was the only form of vegetation in the whole clearing, aside from the giant trees and verdant grass.

(Later that night the boy would show his drawing of it to his grandfather, and be met with half disappointment, half curiosity, by learning that the flower had no name, nor had it been sighted anywhere else before.)

He spent the day much like before: drawing, playing in the brook, napping under the giant canopies and the feather-light touches of the dancing cloud. At last, the time to leave had come, and just like the previous day, he left a little offering with sticks for the Mist, this time near the entrance to the tunnel.

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And so the boy spent his summer. Everyday he would come to the clearing, no longer afraid of the once scary tunnel, and find a new crimson bloom near his offerings. He had learned that the Mist was somewhat sentient – the low rumble he had once thought to be the trees talking seemed to come from the Mist itself. It was almost imperceptible at first, but his curious child ears had become attuned to the quiet murmur.

The boy also learned that the Mist liked to hear him sing. Whenever he started to hum to himself, the swirling intensified, as if dancing along to his music. He couldn’t quite make out what they all meant, but his twinkling blue eyes began to recognise some of the swirling patterns as a language of sorts.

The summer turned into months, into years. The once young child, with colourful sketchpads and scrapped knees, his little heart full of wonder and joy, became a teenager - lanky, brooding, and lonely. Instead of drawings and sticks, he now carried black notebooks, full of poetry, of musings, of songs. Every holiday, and whenever he had a long weekend, he would make the trip to his grandparents’ house and to his secret garden.

Throughout the years, the clearing had become his safe place, a haven from all the pain he had had to endure. He liked to lay back on the grass, as he had so many times before as a kid, and sing to his heart’s content, while the Mist happily twirled around him.

He was certain the Mist could talk, too. Whenever he closed his eyes, now dark blue with hurt, eager to sink into the warm ground beneath him, he could feel it whisper in his ear. Sometimes it was loud and clear as day, others it would be little more than a quiet purr. It wasn’t any language he could recognise, much like the queer symbols and patterns he had now memorized, nimbly scribbled on the margins of his notebooks.

But he heard it all the same.

The Mist knew him like anyone else. In the clearing, he had the freedom to be himself fully. The boy had shared every joy, every pain, every heartbreak with it. And in return, the Mist would grace him with feather-like touches, with new swirling patterns, with long naps and vivid dreams; with bouts of inspiration, whenever his music felt inadequate.

And with flowers. Always those strange flowers, red as blood, and oh so very fragrant.

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Time passed, and the boy was now a man.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was there. It had been years since he had last been in this clearing, real life catching up on him. He wasn’t even sure he would still be able to find it. The forest had considerably changed since the last time he had been there. The house in which he had once spent long summers in no longer existed.

It was silly, really. To seek comfort in what if felt like an imaginary friend. To run back to childhood safety once things had gone wrong.

Oh, and how they have gone wrong.

He stood there, expecting to see the crimson flowers and sparkling brook. To feel the soft grass beneath his feet once more. But the flowers were gone. The once gloriously green canopies loomed dry and brittle over him. All that remained were the little piles of rocks and sticks he had so carefully arranged many lifetimes ago. Gone was the lush grass and soft ground.

And gone was the Mist.

The man fell to his knees and wept. How did things get this way? How was he supposed to carry on living without a heart? Without her?

He sobbed himself to exhaustion, unconcerned about the impending night time, about his fate. Maybe it was for the best.

Oh child, we know that is not true. Why are you so distressed, my little one?

For the first time in years, the sweet fragrance of the red flowers enveloped him completely. His exposed skin prickled with emotion and fear – he had never heard the Mist this clearly before. Suddenly he was his teenage self again, longing to be embraced and understood by the one who knew him best.

“I’m truly alone now. And I don’t want to be. I’m tired.”

Oh, child.

The Mist chuckled, a low purr vibrating in the man’s chest. Their voice was unlike any other. It was wind, and water, and music combined. Somehow he knew to keep his eyes shut.

I can sense your pain. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I am here, am I not?

“I don’t even know if you are real. Maybe I have gone truly crazy. Clouds don’t talk.”

Humm. Such disbelief. I liked you better when you were young.

“What do you want from me?”

A rush of cold wind swept his blonde hair back. Every cell in his body was screaming to get away, and yet he was unable to move.

I can take your pain away. I can stay with you, make everything better. Would you like that?

“I… Who are you?”

Humm. Another chuckle.

You can call me Sleep.

#oh look at her being whimsical again lol #little vessel is very cute to me okay? #can you tell i so very desperately wanted to expand that ending? had to censor myself - this was NOT supposed to be long #ignore the use of the word adventure like 3 times in a row. i cant be bothered to edit further #sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #darya is unhinged

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 4 -- Rotface

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 4 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Prostitution with Rotface x F!Six

GOODNESS I've waited so long to post something with Rotface 😩 He was like Gob 2.0 for me when I played New Vegas for the first time, just like... INSTANT love for him, ugh ❤️

This one I thought was pretty darn sweet, and a little glimpse into his life on that street corner where Six meets him.

I hope you like it!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Prostitution, drinking (alcohol lol), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, pining, hopes and dreams.

Words: 4.5k

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Rotface lounged against his dusty curb like it was an elegant chaise, his body sinking lower and lower down throughout the long, hot day. The coolness of the air was refreshing as the sun bowed its head over the sand in the distance. Patrons, Freeside goers, and tourists alike had all hidden away in their homes or gone off to gamble and sin for the remainder of the night. 

But the ghoul had waited in silence, one ruined finger brushing over the neck of some cheap bottle of liquor he’d managed to get his hands on. Some whiskey, or bourbon maybe. Perhaps even rum gone a little bit… off. He didn’t know or care much, his stomach and tongue were impartial, but his head… Oh, his head needed it if he was to make it through another interaction with his favorite patron to date. 

And, like he'd called her over with nothing but the mere thought, over she came. It was unmistakable, the telltale click of her shoes on the pavement, the pacing of her steps, unhurried, but anything but relaxed. Even before Six rounded the corner, Rotface could catch her scent wafting on the light breeze: cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and gunpowder. Always a hint of it, no matter what she wished to mask it with. 

It embarrassed him to even think it, but her scent was one he wished he could wrap himself in, like some strange desert creature burying itself in the sand for shelter from the elements, he wanted it to envelop him. 

Need to get over this shit. Hopefully the drink’ll help. 

“Hey, you. Fancy meeting ya ‘round these parts.” Six’s voice broke him from his thoughts, and he looked up at her, gazing wide-eyed, as if he was seeing her for the first time. 

Damn, how it always feels that way. 

Like a bullet to the chest from some Freeside thug, her visage hit him hard.

As per usual, Six was only partially clothed, in some bra-type, cropped shirt thing that only complimented the natural shapely curve of her body, her stomach was left bare, showcasing the smoothness of her skin, making it clear to him again why he’d spent so many hours daydreaming about laying his head upon her for a nap, her plush lap or stomach immeasurably preferable to the curb he usually called his pillow. Her skirt left even less to the imagination, especially from his angle looking up from the floor. Though, no matter what the angle was, the garment was made up of hardly any fabric at all, showcasing Six’s thighs and hips alike, both of which were frequent attendees in his daydreams as well. 

Rotface almost openly sighed as he saw her. Though it was nearly a nightly ritual these days, she still managed to draw his street-sharp mind into a tight bundle of fanciful nonsense. 

“Nice to see ya, Six.” Rotface managed to rasp out finally, pulling his gaze reluctantly from where it was tied to her form, her face, those eyes.

Suppose it doesn’t matter if I’m actually lookin’ or not. Always see her anyhow. Remember her face better than I do my own these days.

And that ain’t no bad thing. 

“Whatcha got there? Something to share, I hope.” 

“Nah, wouldn’t dream of it. Already had my fill, rest is for you, dolly.” 

“O-ho, what a gentleman you are.” Her smile shot straight into him, like a searing beam of light, right through his chest as she reached down for the bottle in his hand. No flinching away, no mildly disgusted look, no light, hesitant fingers as she brushed her hand with his in the transfer of the bottle from his possession to hers. 

“Wish I could take a seat beside you, but… Yeah, gotta stay visible.” She winked at him as she said it, but tipped the bottle back for a long swig a moment later, without even bothering to glance at the label. 

Didn’t seem to matter to her either. 

“It is still your corner though.” Six wiped delicately at her lipstick-framed mouth as she lowered the bottle down. “No matter who stands at it, they still know it as yours. So, if I’m ever intruding–”

“No way, doll.” He said, almost too quickly. “What’s yours is mine.” 

Rotface gestured to the bottle then, a soft expression adorning his face as he looked up at her. 

God, it must be obvious. Way I ogle her, night in and out. Maybe the drink wasn’t the best thought I’ve had… me a lil tipsy, her on her way… Could say something I regret. 

And she could actually hear it now. Not like my daydreams.

“You know, this street corner ain’t the only thing we got in common, I think.” 

Six raised a brow at him questioningly, but nodded a moment later with an odd sort of look upon her face. Another swig of the bottle, and then: 

“Hm. You’re right. Must be… Our fashion sense?” 

His laugh was much too raucous for the little quip she made, but dammit, the ghoul couldn’t help himself. 

Here I am, trying for once to be genuine, and then… 

Oh, but how could he ever be mad?

“Well, you do know how much I enjoy lounging on my curb here in the nude. Or in my leather panties. Heh.” 

Six giggled herself this time, and he felt proud to have inspired such a lovely refrain. 

“Nah, but, in all seriousness, I think… Well, we’re both one of the real people out here, you know? The ones out here trying to survive, yeah, but you’re not an asshole.” 

“Gee, thanks.”

He could’ve slapped himself for ending that sentence prematurely… and with no obvious tracks for it to go down in the highway of his drink-addled mind. 

Trying to speak from your heart is like engaging in an interview while under fire. Hearing the questions, formulating answers, wording them, all while remaining breathless and panicked. Scared for your life, even. 

“No, no... sorry, buzz is gettin’ to me a bit. But you’re just– hell, maybe we don’t even have it in common, I don’t know, but you’re one hell of a person, is what I was getting at. In some fuck-all roundabout way." He rubbed the bridge of his would-be nose, grinding his teeth as his confession only seemed to worsen.

"Just... Six, you doing all that shit for the NCR, for Freeside, The Wrangler, and all those ungrateful, privileged asshats in the strip, and look at you, still out here working street corners for scraps. You should have a fucking penthouse by now, you know? Be one of them fancy ladies with the jewelry and the colorful skirts and dresses. ‘S what you deserve, Six, that’s all.” 

“Glad you feel that way.” Finally relenting to the call of it, Six plopped down beside him, and Rotface felt his heart stutter as her hand brushed his bicep, giving him an affectionate little squeeze as she turned to him. “Nobody else seems to care, so you know… I suppose I’ll just keep... doing it, since I can’t sit by like the rest of those, ahem, asshats, as you put it so nicely.” 

He broke into a laugh alongside her, feeding off the warmth of her smile and wishing like hell he could see it a thousand more times in his life. 

“I couldn’t live with myself if I saw everything that’s going on around here and… didn’t help.” 

Six handed him back the bottle, nearly empty as it was, but with one last, decent gulp left. With a slow hand, careful not to dislodge the one she still had placed upon his arm, he reached out for it. 

“And… I guess I’ll just keep doing this,” Six gestured down to her scant outfit with unenthused fingers, “Until I can afford not to. However long that takes.” 

A pessimistic scoff finished her sentence for her, and Rotface felt his hand gripping the neck of the alcohol bottle so hard it might shatter. And he wouldn’t blame it. If it were possible for him to do the same in this moment, he just might've. 

Even as Rotface's grip loosened on the glass, his jaw stayed tightly clenched. He… had no idea she was that desperate. Some part of him assumed this was-- well, a job, yes-- but maybe she’d enjoyed it? Six always seemed so free, so good-humored, even in the worst of times, even when she showed up on their street corner with bags under her eyes, with bruises and scrapes he wouldn’t let himself imagine the origin of; she still was happy to see him, still made fun and light of their horrid, ruined world right alongside him… Maybe that’s what they really had in common. 

Now that he knew though, now that her dejected voice, her listless mannerisms, the dullness in her eyes confirmed that she hated doing this shit more than he could’ve imagined, more than he hated baking in the sun waiting for a more successful, luckier man’s pocket change to fall into his roughened hands day-in and day-out for ten or so odd years, well... He couldn't just stand by anymore. Not like he has for so damn long. With all she's done in that time, even after being fucking shot? It made Rotface feel like a pretty awful person.

To think too, after all that, all his years of this shit, and how little he's collected in his time on the street corner... 

Another shitty thing we have in common, I guess. If the world decides not to change, we’ll both be doing this forever. 

“Well…” Rotface started a thought out loud, his fingers already twiddling nervously at his imagined proposal. “You know, I-I could start paying you.” 

He felt her body tense, felt her eyes on him, but he couldn’t dare meet her gaze. 

“J-just for this, you know.” He added quickly, “The pleasure of your company here on the corner. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t improve my evenings, having you here with me. But, since I’m taking up your time and all…” 

“I could never accept money from you, R.” 

He smiled at that, her tender voice, her sweet nickname for him. 

“You want to know something?" She continued, her fingers twiddling distractedly over the skin of his arm. "I could stand on any street corner in Freeside. In fact, between you and me, this one really isn’t the best for business, but… Well, I enjoy the pleasure of your company too. And I couldn’t dream of asking you to pay for it.” 

Another comforting squeeze radiated warmth from her grip over him, and Rotface finally gained the courage to set his eyes upon her face.

“No..." A soft, slight smile touched her vibrant lips as she looked right back at him, "We’re in this together, old friend.” 

“If you say so." Rotface's own rough hand, pausing only briefly on its brave journey, now laid overtop hers, giving Six a comforting little embrace of his own. "But... If that’s the case, then… Say I did pay you for a night. A night we don't spend on this street corner, lovely as it is. A-and not anything, ah, promiscuous," He added quickly, "Just… you know. A night. Do dinner or something.” 

“Dinner?” Her brow quirked up on her forehead and her eyes narrowed with mischief. 

She must be onto me. No doubt she is… 

But she keeps playing along. So, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?

“Well, we just shared a nice drink, some good conversation… You wanna just skip dinner?” 

He was wide-eyed at what she suggested, what he thought she might be suggesting.

Could it be?

Nah... Too good to be true, that's what that is. Shit doesn't work out for me that way, not Rotface the poor street-corner ghoul. Not with Six. No way.

And yet, in that moment, her hand turned quickly, taking his in her grasp, and before he could fathom any single bit of it, she hauled him up and the pair set off quickly towards The Wrangler. He was comically giddy the whole way there, all teeth-baring grins and school-child giggles as she tugged him along behind her. 

He didn't understand, but even more so, Rotface couldn't bare to question it.

Sure, the pair got some inquisitive looks on the way and in the bar, both of them well-known in this part of town, after all. The piss-poor ghoul beggar and the Wrangler prostitute who was a sucker for doing the right thing, the kind thing, getting a room together?

The looks all confirmed what he tried not to let himself believe. 

Even if it is pity she has for me… who am I to complain? To judge her? 

Nah, he couldn’t think one wrong thing about the gal beside him, in front of him now in the dim room, leaving even less to the imagination, as she let her skirt flit down to the carpeted motel room floor. 

Six stepped out of the garment like she was trying to seduce him. As if she hadn’t already, from the moment he laid eyes on her. 

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen." His rough voice sounded in the dim of the room as his eyes stayed locked to her mesmerizing form, "All my years, dolly, and it’s not even a competition.” 

Rotface couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, not for anything, as she approached where he sat on the creaky, ages-old box spring. The bed dipped from her movements as she crawled up and between his legs, running her hands down over the smooth fabric of his worn shirt until they reached the bottom hem. 

His own hands, rough as they were, gently stopped her movement. 

“Not sure you wanna do that, doll. Might just ruin the moment.” 

Six shook her head, her brows drawn together in sympathy as one soft hand brushed over the side of his face. Her touch was so tender, her expression so kind, yet… so wanting. It made his heart throb and race all at once. 

“It won’t.” Her voice was the firmest he’d heard it. “R… I want this bad as you do. Honest.” 

He blinked, and in the smallest split of seconds, Six's lips were against his. Like an old reel of film, his mind raced and churned behind the scenes, the chaos behind the beautiful picture up on the screen.

She was loud as a symphony, vibrant as a painting, with her passions. A pessimistic part of him whispered that it was practice, it was work, but a louder part shouted, ‘this is happening!’ 

Because that’s what mattered. 

Six was here, with him. She said she wanted this, she followed it up with actions that had him in a frenzy, that had him questioning his sanity, and the life expectancy of ghouls once they go feral. 

His mind scrambled like this, the heat coursing through him, the kiss felt like it was sending him into a metamorphosis. 

Rotface wanted so badly to think, to respond, to ask a million questions and make a million remarks about his many faults to her. As much as he wanted this– more than anything he could remember pleading for in his life, and just… well, look at him, he had plenty he could've wished for in place of this, and yet, it was true. More than anything, he wanted this with her. And he was as afraid of it as he was enthused by it. 

None of that mattered though. Nothing did, but Six. 

Rotface ran his hands over her bare skin, hungry to feel every inch of her, to soothe every hint of pain, every cause of stress in her life, his lips pressed against hers, caressing her softness, like the sun hugs the mountaintops and bathes them in orange, pink and violet. 

It only became more explosive, as he felt himself sink back into the mattress, as she laid her body over his, and he finally allowed her fingers to haul his raggedy t-shirt off over his head. Rotface gazed up at her as they separated, so she could remove the shirt from him fully, feeling like he was trapped in one of his daydreams, only… this was so much sweeter. 

Even in the depths of his imagination, the ghoul never could have seen her like this. Looking at him this way. It was… utterly unimaginable, the affection he saw there. The attraction. 

Perhaps her eyesight is just poor, after the incident in the graveyard at point blank range. 

The sound of a zipper drew his eyes and thoughts downwards as she began to remove his battered jeans, pulling them off over his hips and taking his boxers with them in one movement. 

Rotface grunted as the hem of his pants caught on his erection, already straining up in the air from her words, the sight of her, her attentions. 

Just… Six. 

The liquor had worn off by now, and he could feel himself shaking slightly. Maybe from nerves, or anticipation, though… probably both. If Six noticed though, she didn’t say a word about it. 

“Hmm.” When his eyes snapped back up to her, watching her take in the sight of his gnarled flesh, his bony body, he expected any number of horrid, barely-held back reactions. 

But she just… Smiled. With tears in her eyes, her gaze met his. 

“I don’t know why you ghouls are so cruel to yourselves. You in particular.” She said as she began to crawl up his body, a hand on either side of him, hovering, until she could lay over him. Her breasts prodded his chest as she settled overtop of him, her stomach cushioning his sensitive erection lovingly between their bodies. “You’re no different than any other man.” 

“Gee, thanks.” He said with a breathless attempt at a laugh. 

“No,” Six giggled, letting her head hang for a moment, her hair curtaining her face so charmingly as her eyes crinkled. “I just mean… You’ve got scars, sure, but… we all do.” 

One hand grasped with his, and Six pressed his fingers to the concealed divots in her forehead. He swallowed hard, as he felt the depth of them. 

How lucky I am to be here… With her.

“It doesn’t make you worth any less. No matter what anyone says.” Six pulled his hand to her mouth then, one finger drawing a line over a particularly rigid scar on his wrist before her lips followed suit softly. 

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” 

Rotface had to blink to keep the unwelcome mist at bay from seeping into his eyes. 

What did I do to deserve her? This? 

Just last night we were still only friends, something like this was a distant, unachievable dream. 

Now, he never wanted it to end. 

“Well, doll, you are the authority on all that’s beautiful.” 

“Sweet ghoul.” Six's fingers ran over his bald head in an affectionate caress, and then his lips were back on her. Rotface initiated this time, pushing into her and wrapping his arms tightly around her body until he could flip them on the bed, positioning himself on top. 

His cock twitched as her hips bucked up into him, the swell of her pelvic bone grinding against the underside of his cockhead until he felt himself drooling pre-cum out onto her skin. 

Damn, but she knows what she’s doing. 

“Fuck, alright–” Rotface pulled back from her lips, separating their bodies enough to alleviate the pressure on his erection. “I’ve gotta taste you, doll. That alright?” 

Enthusiastically, and with a bit of surprise written on her face, Six nodded, and he felt that giddiness encapsulate him again. The older ghoul felt like a boy on pre-war Christmas, pulling her legs undone like a bow until her thighs were draped over his rough shoulders. His sense of smell and taste both weren’t what they used to be, but even so, his mouth watered at the sight of her folds; dark and glistening, maybe just with his pre-cum where he'd rubbed on her briefly, but he’d like to think some of it was her own excitement as well. 

As Rotface took his first languid lick, right through the middle of her lower lips and up to drag over her clit, it was confirmed. She wasn’t just glistening a bit, Six was wet. 

For me? Damn, maybe she really is telling the truth about her feelings… 

Grinning, and with a hint of an uncharacteristically smug expression upon his ruined face, Rotface set to work on her.

One hand laid over Six's lower stomach, and his thumb pressed to that sensitive button that made her shudder in slow, teasing circles as he delighted in the sweetness within her folds. He may have been shy about confessing his wants to her, his own feelings, but his tongue showed no such coyness as it explored her so thoroughly. 

Once that first taste hit his welcoming tastebuds, Rotface began lapping at her feverishly, like a starving wasteland dog, until he could hear her breathy moans escaping audibly from above. Chancing a glance, the ghoul hauled his eyes open to take in her expression, and felt himself give an involuntary buck of his hips against the rough-hewn sheet upon the mattress below him at the sight that welcomed him. 

I made her look like that.

He marveled silently, feasting with his eyes as much as he was with his wanton mouth as he poured his attentions out onto her. Six's brows were drawn together from his efforts, her lips half-parted, her lipstick smeared messily against one cheek, her hair like a woven crown, all in tangles around her head. No detail of hers failed to captivate him, even as Rotface continued his hungry mouthing, his thumb’s circling over her clit, growing firmer and faster, just as his hips moved more frantically over the mattress, grinding his cock into the sheets like he was already inside her. 

Six’s eyelashes fluttered, as she took in his humble visage in turn, and his heart soared to see the way she smiled. 

“Didn’t know you had this in you, R.” She spoke, breathless, her voice damn near rough as his own. 

He only growled in response, tearing his eyes from her face to look down upon his labors. Her clit was standing tall against his movement over it, and her lips were becoming darker, more swollen, more slippery. His tongue glided easily around her folds, navigating them as masterfully as he did the streets of Freeside, and pressed periodically up to that sensitive button, giving it teasing licks and kisses that left her writhing beneath the pressure of his arms. 

“Think I’m wet enough for you now, R.” 

Rotface felt a pat upon his head as her voice reached down to where he was buried between her legs, but he didn’t budge. A groan acted as his rebuttal as his attentions hastened. His actions were better than explanatory words anyway. 

“Fuck, okay.” Six giggled out, and her sheer arousal was plain in the way the words left her. A moan trailed shortly after, as Rotface set his rough lips against her clit, and sucked like honey would pour from the spot. And well, it really sort of would, wouldn’t it?

Though, there was one difference. 

Six was much sweeter. 

The ghoul’s eyes rolled back in his head, his grip on her thigh and stomach tightened, he felt his cock give a painful throb from where he was neglecting it, and his hips picked up their pace into the mattress. 

In that moment, he was completely surrounded by her. 

Her moans and breaths were all that entered his ears, her smooth skin all he felt, her musky, succulent juices all he could taste, the colors of her passion, all he could see behind his closed eyelids. In that moment, she was his whole world. 

And what a glorious world it is. 

Six was close now, so close he could feel the way her clit pulsed against his tongue. He smiled into her at the feeling, lowering one hand between her thighs as his lips stayed anchored to her sensitive, swollen nub. Rough, calloused fingers dragged through her plentiful wetness, before two of them tested her entrance, finding it pliant and wanting for him. For this. 

The digits plunged inside without any additional warning, instantly curling against her hot, tender walls and making her release a shout of pleasure that had his throbbing member ready to burst at the seams. 

A few well-placed rubs of his textured fingers against her clenching walls, and one last drag of his tongue over her swollen pleasure point, and Six was crying out her nickname for him into the still, stuffy air of the motel room. Rotface didn’t cease though, his fingers pulsed inside her gently, coaxing her orgasm to last as long as possible, helping her through it as he drank in her spilling essence with his whole mouth. 

Rotface found himself growing almost as loud as she was, with his sloppy groans and the great buildup of pressure in his aching, straining cock, until that too burst out without much warning. The ghoul spurted his seed into the sheets below, humping into the mattress needily as he continued to nurse on her clit, even as Six began to buck away from him in her oversensitivity. 

Finally, with a light push of her hand over his forehead, Rotface tore himself from her. His chin and hollow nose were dripping with her as he caught his breath, he could feel his thighs shaking from the force of his own release, which was still sending small aftershocks through his fatigued body as his cock leaked the last of what it had to offer onto the bed between Six’s legs. And Six... at that moment, she–

--

“R?” A loud snap sounded in his ears, and suddenly, tragically, Rotface was seated back on his curb, his mind swimming and his body aching as his thoughts raced circles around his mind. “Honey, are you okay? You were tryin’ to say something.”

“I– I was?”

“Yeah, you were gonna tell me what else we had in common? Besides fashion sense and this curb, and then you just… went all radio silence on me. You feelin’ alright?” 

Six’s hand pressed down to his forehead, and her touch sent a shock through him. 

Fuck… Another goddamn daydream. And… so real.

Stupid fucking drink. 

He glared at the bottle in Six’s hand as she sat down next to him. 

“You do feel a little warm. You wanna just take it easy tonight? I don’t have to take clients, maybe we could… I don’t know.” She laughed as she trailed off, and Rotface felt his heart renew its frantic pounding once again. 

With one sentence, one confession, one request, I could maybe, maybe, make that dream of mine a reality. 

Rotface took a breath as he felt her eyes on him, trying not to pay her gaze too much mind, as he began his confession. 

For real, this time. 

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Just A Jacket

A silly little Huntlow fic, set between Sport in a Storm and Labyrinth Runners. I’m on mobile so forgive any spelling or format issues lol ✌️

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“How are you cold right now?” Willow laughed as she wiped the rest of the green paint off her face. Hunter sat beside her on the bench shivering, waiting to walk her home.

“Well, I’m not used to wearing civilian clothing,” he chattered with a blush, she assumed because she had noticed the shivering. “I’m used to wearing more layers. You probably don’t realize how cold it actually is because you were so focused on the game. It’ll hit you any second.”

“Sure it will,” she smiled, digging through her bag. “Here, put this on.”

She tossed a green lump of fabric at Hunter who was too busy complaining to catch it. “Oof,” he groaned as the bundle covered his face. “What is it?”

“We got them when we got the new uniforms,” Willow explained. “It’s my jacket, isn’t it nice?”

“It feels nice,” Hunter said, removing it from his head to properly see it. It was a typical letterman jacket, the white sleeves were long and thick and the body was the team’s signature green. The back had ‘Park’ written in bold white letters on the back. It truly was a fine jacket. “Good quality. Impressive.”

“We’ve got a tournament coming up so I wanted to make sure we looked our best,” said Willow proudly. “Check out the front.”

Hunter turned it over and saw a patch that read ‘Captain,’ written in gold, a title she justly deserved. Something about it being written in gold the way it was made his heart flip. Below it, two Es were placed beside each other to represent the team’s name.

“It’s excellent, Captain,” said Hunter with a smile. “A jacket worthy of your abilities.”

“It’s heavy, put it on,” she said. “It’ll keep you warm.”

“But it’s yours, I couldn’t-,”

“Captain’s orders,” she insisted playfully. “I have an idea about a new strategy and I need your opinion and I don’t want your chattering teeth to distract me.”

Hunter did not protest further, carefully putting his arm through the sleeves as though it was made of glass rather than wool.

“How do I look?” He asked with a nervous laugh. Why he was nervous, he did not know.

“Cute!” Willow beamed, as she finished gathering her things. Hunter buried his hands in the pockets and looked down to the ground hoping the setting sun would disguise the blush he felt overcoming his face. “Ready?” Willow asked, giving no indication she noticed.

Hunter nodded and the pair set off. This was their after game tradition. Darius had helped Hunter sneak away to watch his friend’s matches and then he would walk Willow home as she shared her thoughts and strategies from the game. She liked to do it while it was still fresh in her head she said, and Hunter’s observations as a bystander helped her see the whole picture. It was the next best thing to actually playing, but since he wasn’t technically a Hexside student there was little to be done. Plus, there was no way he could ask Darius to cover for him during practices and games.

He was grateful for this time with the Captain. They messaged every day, yes, but she was so much quicker at it he felt embarrassed when he took too long responding. He liked seeing her in person, it was easier.

Well, some parts were easier.

“So, how’s the new guy doing?” Hunter asked.

“Ugh, you noticed didn’t you?” Willow groaned, throwing her head back.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything, I was just asking,” laughed Hunter. “But yes now that you mention it I did notice he didn’t do... great.”

“He’s still on a trial basis,”

“So I’m guessing he didn’t get a cool jacket?”

“Not yet,” sighed Willow. “He’s in a lot of my plant track classes but I think he’s more focused on decorating the field than actually playing. He wouldn’t stop growing blossoms!”

“Interesting tactic, but I’m guessing not what you had planned?”

“No,” she smiled. “But, hey, it’s not his fault. You’re a tough act to follow. I guess there’s just no replacing you.”

He was blushing again, he knew it. He couldn’t help it. “Yeah well, you guys still won tonight though, right?” He chucked nervously again. What was he nervous about. “Just proves what a great captain you are, I guess.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking rough strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes darting to the ground. “And thanks for coming, you know you don’t have to right? I mean, I’m glad that you do but if you’re ever busy I understand-.”

“Nonsense, I always look forward to seeing you,” he said, then quickly tried to changed directions. “Seeing you kick butt that is! All of you, the team. You and the team, you on the team. Hmm.” He pretended to cough. “The human said she would message me live updates if ever I couldn’t make it but she’s not as familiar with the terms so it was less than helpful. Besides, it’s more fun being there in person.”

“That’s true, you are our lucky charm,” said Willow. “We’ve won every match you’ve gone to.”

“That’s because of your abilities as captain, not my spectatorship,” insisted Hunter.

“Hmm, well unless you miss a match I guess we’ll never know for sure,” mused Willow, hoping to never know for sure as they approached her house. “See you tomorrow?”

This was one of the parts that wasn’t easier, Hunter never knew how to say goodbye. It was much easier in text form, words were enough then but something about seeing her walk away made him want to talk longer. But he had nothing else to say about today’s match and he was sure she didn’t either. He just wanted to listen to her talk more.

“Yes, of course,” he said. He was already out later that he had told Darius he would be, he knew he and Flapjack would have to fly home faster than usual but still he could not drag himself away. “Um, same time?”

He didn’t need to ask that. The time was always the same. He knew that. He just needed an excuse to talk to her longer.

“Yes,” replied Willow. “We’re playing last years undefeated team, so we’ll definitely need our good luck charm. I’ll make sure you have the best seat.”

“You always do,” he said, mostly to himself. “Well, uh goodnight.”

“Goodnight,”

“Oh, wait your jacket!” exclaimed Hunter, remembering why he felt so warm and content. He started to take it off but Willow stopped him.

“Oh, that’s okay,” said Willow. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you’ll need it for the chilly flight home,” she said with a giggle. “Consider it a bribe to ensure you’ll be at the match tomorrow.”

“Well, uh, consider me bribed,” he laughed, hoping it was the right thing to say. She laughed as well. It was.

-

Hunter had the hardest time taking off Willow’s jacket. It was so pristine, which meant either she hadn’t worn it or she was extremely careful when she did. And she trusted him with it, a symbol of her leadership, to wear because simply he was cold. That’s all he had to do, he didn’t earn it. But now he held a piece of her long after they parted ways, delicately tracing the letters of her last name with the tip of his finger.

He knew she had worn it because it smelled like her; like dirt and bark and flowers, so many flowers. Willow smelled like a wild garden, all the plants came together in the air around her. Just when he thought he could pinpoint it to a single flower, she’d surprise him. He’d often be out on patrol, and sneak a sniff of a flower absentmindedly thinking of her when he’d realize how many things she was at once. She was a tornado in a green house, a gentle breeze in an open field, fresh cut grass meeting morning dew.

When he put his hands in the pockets he found they were full of seeds, which made him laugh because of course they were. Something about his hands being where he knew hers had been made him feel safe. Wearing it reminded him of her embrace, and being close to her. He felt warm. He hoped the Captain wasn’t too cold without her jacket and made sure he’d bring an extra jacket to the match tomorrow, already loathing the idea of having to wear something else.

During the day when he could not wear it he made sure it was safely and delicately folded and was excited to wear it again. He was excited to have Willow see him in it again. Maybe she’d call him cute again, but he didn’t linger too long on that thought.

-

“Hunter! Over here Hunter!” Luz called from the stands when she spotted him. “We saved you a seat!”

“You didn’t save anything this is always my seat,” Hunter replied. “Why do you have an engorged finger?”

Luz looked confusingly at her homemade green foam finger as though the idea wasn’t obvious. “Because we’re number one?”

“It’s a human thing,” Amity explained as Hunter sat down. “It’s dorky, but it’s cute.”

“That’s debatable,”

“Speaking of cuuuuute,” Luz began dramatically. “Are you wearing Willow’s flyer derby jacket?!”

“Huh? Well, not that it’s any of your business but yes,” he said smugly. “And I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re thinking. The Captain insisted I wear it.”

As though on cue, Willow called out to Hunter from the field where the team was warming up and waved to him. Hunter eagerly waved back, before the eyes of those around him told him to dial it back a tad. Luz practically fell out of her seat.

“That’s so cuuuuute!” She squealed.

“You already said that,” he murmured, annoyed.

“I know! But it is! How did she ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“To wear her jacket!”

“You mean how did she ask if I was cold?”

“Ugh! No! I mean what the jacket represents!”

“What are you babbling about human?”

“When someone on a sports team asks you to wear their jacket it means they like you,” said Luz, then realizing Hunter may not get the intended point she added for emphasis. “Like, like-like you. Ya know? That’s like classic rom com 101.”

Hunter tried to avoid getting flustered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s just a silly human thing.”

“No, it’s a thing here too,” said Amity, matter-of-factly.

“But maybe it’s not as common as you think,” said Hunter. “Maybe the Captain doesn’t know that!”

“Her dads used to wear each other’s flyer derby jackets so I’m pretty sure she knows,” said Amity nonchalantly before seeing the panicked look on Hunter’s face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! W-why wouldn’t I be? I’m just wearing the Captain’s jacket and that means everyone will think.. she gave me... I gotta go!”

In a flash, Hunter teleported away from the pair who looked at each other confused.

The entire game, Hunter paced frantically beneath the bleachers. Flapjack did his best to calm him down, but Hunter could not be reasoned with. He watched in awe as Willow soared and shouted out strategies to her team as he was trying to find the right words to say what he was dreading to say. She was so strong and kind and beautiful... she didn’t even realize the mistake she had made. How was he supposed to tell her?

He waited until he was certain everyone had left. Her friend came up to say their congratulations and Hunter was hoping he could sneak the jacket back into her bag without being noticed but then he worried she might not see it at first and he couldn’t just leave it somewhere lest it fell on the ground. But he didn’t want to embarrass her by giving it back to her in front of people, he was already worried he’d had embarrassed her by wearing it.

Mid thought, he felt a familiar something wrap around his ankles and force him to the ground before dragging him away. He clung to the jacket for dear life, worried it would get stained. He opens his eyes and standing above him was no surprise, he’d know those vines anywhere.

“H-hey captain,” he chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing under there?” She asked with a grin. “I looked for you during the game and didn’t see you. I knew you didn’t leave though because we won. Told you you were our lucky charm.”

“Yeah sorry about that,”

“Did you not wanna sit with Luz and Amity? Luz explained that giant finger thing to me, if that’s what was bothering you...”

“No, no it’s not that it’s...” he held his breath. “Captain, I need to return your jacket!”

“Oh yeah!” She said as though she had forgotten she had entrusted him with such an important item. “Ya know, I’m not gonna need it tonight so you can hold onto it if you want, I know it’s still kinda-.”

“Captain, I-I hate to embarrass you but the huma-Luz informed me that it’s customary for athletes to allow another to wear aspects or extensions of their uniforms to signify that they’re... romantically involved.”

“Um... yeah? Sometimes, I guess.”

“And when you gave me your jacket, I accepted it not knowing it’s extra symbolic importance.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t realize what I was taking from you,” he went on. “I should’ve returned it immediately in case you had plans for it.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t know much about this school or school in general, but I know that whoever you select to wear this jacket will be worthy,” he said. “You were kind to lend it to me in my time of need, but I’d hate to keep it from someone more deserving.”

“Hunter, I... it’s just a jacket...”

“But it says your name on it! It’s your jacket!” He rambled. “You worked hard for it! If anyone but you is going to wear it they have to be important! And worthy! And special! And-“

“Hunter,” she placed her hand on his shoulders to cut him off and looked directly into his eyes. “You are all of those things, I promise.”

“But, what if people think-?”

“They’ll think you’re cold,” she laughed. “Or they’ll think you look nice in it. Or they won’t care at all. If you’re uncomfortable wearing it, that’s okay. But I like seeing you in it; it feels like you’re still on the team. I-I’ve really missed getting to play with you.”

“Oh,” he said, embarrassed but he couldn’t pick just one reason. “I-I’ve missed playing with you too.”

“Ya know, I say you’re our lucky charm but I really mean you’re my lucky charm,” she admitted sheepishly, a tiny blush creeping on her face now. “That dodge and weave technique you thought of? It worked great! They never saw it coming!”

“You looked great,” said Hunter fondly. “Did great! I mean you did great, you played great! You always do.”

“Thanks,” she said and the two stood in silence for a moment before Willow zapped herself back to the moment. “So... you were worried about wearing my jacket because you thought I might want someone else to wear it?”

“Uh yeah,” he admitted, feeling as though he has overreacted. “But... I did like it. I do like it. I mean I really like... this jacket. It’s soft. And green. And nice. Like you. I mean, I-.”

“Well I’m glad you like it becaaaause,” she dramatically dug through her bag before pulling out another green jacket.

“Is that-?”

“I hadn’t sewn on all the patches yet so it wasn’t ready otherwise I would’ve given it to you yesterday, but ta-da! Your very own Emerald Entrails jacket!”

He took it cautiously in his hands as though it might crumble and marveled at it. It was the same as Willow’s, but the back had his name on it instead and where hers said Captain, his said-

“‘Lucky Charm,’” he read aloud, his voice wavering.

“Do you like it?” Willow asked excitedly.

“I love it,” he breathed, running his hand over the stitching. He could tell she did it by hand, she had worked so hard on this for him and he didn’t do anything to deserve it. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

“Well, it’s maybe not as nice as your Golden Guard cape but I wanted to thank you,” she said. “You’re a big reason this team is even here, so I wanted to make sure you had a part of it.”

“Thank you, it’s-.” The wind blew and sent a small shiver down Hunter’s spine and out of the corner of his eyes he saw that it had affected Willow as well. It was colder than last night, and seeing Willow slightly shiver made him react without thinking. Instinctively, he put the jacket he held over her shoulders before the reality of what he did caught up with him. Her eyes widened at their closeness and her face quickly went from stunned to smug.

“Is this your way of asking me to wear your jacket?” she asked mischievously.

“What? No! I mean, not ‘no’ but it was because uh,” he sputtered. “I mean, that’s stupid because you already have a jacket. I mean not stupid! I just don’t want you to think I don’t wanna wear it, because I do! But I thought that since you looked cold-.”

“Because I’d love to,” she cut him off, then gently squeezed his hand. He exhaled, his breathing still shaky. “I think it’s only fair, since you got to wear mine.”

He nodded. “Deal,” he said, and followed her lead and he was always happy to do. He didn’t need to tell her what people might think because he didn’t care. He liked having something of Willow’s and he liked the idea that she had something of his.

“So, how do I look?” She said, twirling around in his jacket leaving it draped around her shoulders like a cape.

“Cute,” he said without thinking because it was true and they both blushed. They were both so focused on concealing their own face they didn’t notice the other’s. It was getting darker, usually they had left by now. But with double overtime and the exchanging of jackets, timekeeping just wasn’t a priority. “But uh, we should get going before your dads get too worried.” He was always so focused on what her dads thought when he was involved.

“Right,” she said as she began walk. She picked up her bag and struggled to sling it over her shoulder as she usually did, wanting to keep the aesthetic of the jacket on her shoulders. Hunter reached out to take the bag from her to carry it for her but she misunderstood his intention and transferred the bag into her other hand and slipped her free one into his and they continued to walk. He didn’t correct her, he tried not to react lest she misunderstand and decide to take her hand back. Be he imagined the sight of them: walking hand in hand in one another’s matching jackets and he held her hand more firmly. It felt so natural but so scary at the same time.

He hoped this part was a permanent addition to their after game routine.

Gilbert and Harvey watched fondly from the window as their daughter strolled down the path hand in hand with her escort.

“He’s wearing her jacket,” sang Harvey as he sipped his cup of tea.

“Seems she took a page from your book,” responded Gilbert with a light chuckle, sipping his.

“They look cute together,” his husband whispered endearingly and then looked closer. “Oh my titan, I think they’re-.”

“-holding hands,” Harvey finished, taking in the sight with fondness. “That’s a page from your book.”

“I’m gonna turn on the porch lights on when they get to the door,” said Gilbert mischievously, running to the front door.

“Oh please, Gilbert don’t embarrass the poor girl!” His husband called after, secretly loving the thrill.

“She’s wearing his jacket too,” he responded peeking through the curtains.

“Let’s open the door when the walk up,” decided Harvey, remembering a similar situation back when they were that age. They rushed to the door utterly giddy, trying to keep their voices hushed. They had been looking forward to this day for so long.

“We should ask him to stay for dinner and wear our old flyer derby jackets.”

“Let’s pace ourselves dear,” laughed Harvey. “I think we’ll have plenty of opportunities to scare the poor boy.”

#huntlow #toh #the owl house #huntlow fanfiction #Willow park #hunter wittebane #winter #winter toh

[jyndor]

I want to know more of "I wish you could see you how I see you."

lol this is pretty much just jyn and cassian being absolutely gobsmackingly twitterpated by each other lol also in this they are the ages I'VE chosen because I reject all the canon both ways - fuck cassian being mid twenties in andor s1 because that's some early twenties behavior, but also no to jyn being 21 in rogue one, that's never been right to me.

anyway its gonna be them seeing the Inner Beauty as well as the Outer Hotness lmfao

Jyn would never forget how he looked to her on the tower, propped up against a beam for support behind the stuff of her nightmares, the man in white. The shadow of a smile on his lips, warmth and relief in his dark eyes. Dirty, bloodied but alive - and as beautiful as any man she’d ever seen. She remembered thinking that in that moment, beautiful. And he was, he always had been objectively, frustratingly handsome with his stupid sharp cheekbones and long lashes and slightly messy hair. But Jyn had been attracted to many people before, sentients more beautiful and with plumper lips or longer lashes. Beauty was nice, more than nice really, but beauty didn’t keep her by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up while her father’s monstrosity - her twin - loomed over Yavin IV.

Strong, sturdy hands that had herded her away from petty trouble on Jedha and towards her fathers and her new family with a cool grip on her waist. The scarf he’d offered her that smelled like blaster oil, wrapped around her head and neck, protecting her from the sun and prying eyes.

She supposed he’d snuck up on her like so few ever had, but she should have seen it coming - in the end, who else would it have been but the man who always seemed to come back?

She wondered why, what made Cassian Andor the sort of man who came back over and over again for a near stranger (or perhaps not a stranger, perhaps a mirror, perhaps an echo). Jyn Erso sat beside his bunk in the medbay where he slept and hoped she’d get the chance to find out.

Outside, above, the battle began.

/ /

Cassian Andor had not survived for twenty-eight-odd years by being indecisive. He was often reckless and determined, always in the service of something. Even when he hadn't realized it at the time. Even when he'd tried for caution and self-preservation.

But.

It hadn't always paid off. He'd fucked up a lot of things for himself and for others, people he'd cared about.

Jyn was beating the absolute shit out of a punching bag, fists and feet landing hit after hit,

and that's all she wrote lmfao

#my fic #ask meme #answered #asks #anonymous

[narrators-journal]

could i get shower sex with yu and yosuke?

Woof, this one might be a lil rough. I'm trying to vary the sexual acts in these to keep them interesting, but I'm a little torn on how this one turned out. But! I hope the meh parts are weighed out by the good parts! I tried my best! Thank you for the fun ask regardless!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Semi-public sex, a bit of an iffy knowledge of show sex and hand jobs, and the characters lol. Tho, Yosuke is gently implied to be homophobic, which is kind of canon.

After three years, Inaba had managed to grow a fair bit. Having gone from a tiny, sleepy town, to a slightly less sleepy hole in the ground. Now, it no longer had nothing beyond Junes to offer bored teens on the weekends, or for summer work outside of family businesses, but also a pool now.

That pool, in fact, was where Narukami had run into a familiar face in the chlorine and scream-filled air. “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect to find you back in this itty bitty town.” He chuckled, making the brunette in the lazily bobbing intertube jump. He took his sunglasses off to look at Narukami as if he’d teleported there. “Holy shit, Yu Narukami?! What are you doing back here?” He about squawked, the taller male laughing when his old friend about threw himself from the floaty to scramble out of the water. “I came back to visit my uncle, and I decided to join them for a visit to the pool” He explained, grabbing Yosuke Hanamura’s arm to haul him up to his feet, only for the nine-year-old to come out of nowhere to tackle the brunette.

Not that the man seemed to mind, hugging Nanako back and taking a moment to chatter like a pair of birds before, like any other child, the little girl was off once more to chug chlorine water and soak her father’s wallet and phone. Leaving Narukami with Yosuke at the poolside.

And, taking a look at the sun-kissed man shaking the water from his hair, the silver-haired man found that the three or so years they had been apart had been good to Yosuke. Finally handling that baby-ish face he’d had in highschool, and turned his wirey, scrawny frame into a more filled out, slightly pudgier figure. Though, Narukami could also see that, like him, the persona user had stuck to those work outs a bit, at least. So, he was still just as cute as the wildcard had found in highschool. ”Do you wanna swim? I brought a spare floaty if you wanna join me in floating around.” Yosuke offered, making the taller man hum with thought. Glancing over to where Nanako had made a friend and was blissfully ignoring him, or her napping father in a pool chair. “Sure. I wouldn’t mind floating around and catching up.” He decided, smiling when Yosuke beamed.

So, the men stuck to that. Narukami grabbing the other intertube the brunette had brought with him, and spent the next hour or two simply bobbing in the cool water and joking around as they caught up The silver-haired man even hanging back when Dojima decided to take Nanako home before she got too sunburnt. All was peaceful. At least, until they got out and decided to bathe and get some food.

Making their way to the small collection of showers the pool offered to let people wash off the chemicals, Narukami found one to use, but, Yosuke had...less luck. “Bro! How are all of these broken?!” He whined, making the wildcard snort from his stall, pushing the curtain to the side to ask, “Are they really?” “Yes! I’ve tried the nobs on all of them, but none of them come on!” Yosuke whined, scowling a bit. “I don’t want to bathe right after you. You’ll be stuck waiting…” Making the wildcard shrug, “It’s not like I brought shampoo, you wouldn’t take an hour in here.” “That’s not the point! I’d be embarrassed.” “then don’t shower. It’s just pool water.” Narukami reminded, only to get a dark glare to remind him of it being a public pool. Earning a dramatic sigh, “If you really want to shower that bad, you could always hop in here with me. We’ve done weirder.”

Admittedly, maybe a bit too forward of a flirt. Yosuke had always been sort of skittish about homoerotic types of things, so Narukami might have been too forward with the offer. However, all his words got was a long, heavy silence in reply, so Narukami closed the curtain again and went back to scrubbing out his hair. Leaving his words in the air with a bit of curiosity blooming in his chest. Will he take it? He asked himself, only to jump at the sound of the curtain being just about ripped open. Yosuke standing there, pink-cheeked and huffy, “I’m taking your offer. Don’t make it weird though.” That was his only explanation. Ignoring Narukami’s snort as he stepped into the small shower with him and did his best to scrub himself clean of the piss, chemicals, and whatever grime a child could carry into the water/ All the while, Narukami admired how the cold shower water trickled over Yosuke’s tanned skin. Seeming to trace his muscles when he lifted his arms to scrub the chlorine from his hair.

Before Narukami realized it, he was putting his arms on one side of Yosuke’s head, then the other before the brunette realized it and whirled around to find the wildcard’s face mere inches from his. “Woah there! What the hell are you doing, Yu?! It’s your first visit back, and you’re making moves like that?!” Yosuke yelped, instantly the color of a ripe tomato under the cool droplets of the shower, with his hand on the taller man’s chest to stop him from leaning any closer. His hazel eyes as wide as dinner plates as he stared up at the silver-haired wildcard caging him between his strong arms and the wall of the tiny beach shower. So, thinking quickly to hide how impulsive the movements were, Narukami reasoned, “Experimenting? Uh, testing the waters? Come on, Yosuke. Aren’t you a little curious about how this would go? I mean, I always thought we had a little something there. And, personally, I think it’s worth it to test the waters now.” Watching those honey-brown pools swim with a moment of confusion, contemplation, and then, a decision. “O-okay, I’ll admit I’m...kind of curious.” His voice cracking a bit with how his nerves seemed to choke him. “But, no kissing! That’s gay.”

Chuckling, the wildcard nodded, giving a salute as he said, “Of course. Totally not gay if we don’t kiss.” And, with that, he stepped back to give the pretty brunette some space to tame the burning blush across his cheeks. Once it had simmered down to a pinker hue, the silver-haired man took his hand and placed it on his well-muscled chest. Yosuke wordlessly took the invitation to run his fingers over each muscle.

Which, Narukami didn’t mind at all. Humming slightly at the temperature difference between the cold, trickling water of the shower, and the warmth of his partner’s hand coasting over the curve of his pectorals, relaxed muscles of his stomach, and, tentatively, the tops of his hip bones.

Glancing back at Yosuke’s face, Narukami smiled slightly at the almost awe-struck glint in his eyes as he drank in the wildcard’s toned physique, making the taller man’s blood zip slightly. So, he went ahead and continued the game.

Tracing a finger over Yosuke’s collarbone, pulling away slightly when he jumped, but when he did little else but eye his hand, he returned to following the bone back to his friend’s shoulder to slide his hand down his arm, letting the cold water trickle over his fingers in more of a rush than him. Then, he lifted his hand back to the brunette’s chest to start another lazy trail down his sternum and over his stomach the same way he had with him. “You’re very handsome, y’know.” He noted, watching that rosey dusting on Yosuke’s tanned face darken once more as he stuttered out, “U-um, thank you. Y-y-you’re not that bad yourself.” His blush darkened when Narukami chuckled lightly at the compliment.

He would’ve leaned in to kiss the man as well, but remembered the rule he’d set, so he refrained. Instead sliding his fingers over the man’s belly and down to the waistband of his swim trunks. Tugging them down and wrapping his fingers around the brunette’s length to stroke him slowly, inwardly grinning when he felt his old friend shiver under his touch.

“H-holy shit…” was the only thing Yosuke offered, so, Narukami kept moving his hand up and down his stiffening length. Letting the brunette grip his hips, taking his own time to tentatively push down the taller man’s swim trunks to toy with Narukami’s member in return. Earning a shudder from the silver-haired wildcard in the same way he’d reacted to the thrill in his blood. That contrast of his warm skin and the cool water trickling off of his skin heightening the excitement of their setting to kindle a small fire in the man’s belly.

Yet, despite the small voice in his head whispering skip the appetizer. Before we’re caught. Yu Narukami kept a hold of his impulses. Letting out a slow breath and letting the cold shower water draw out a small shiver as he continued toying with the brunette’s now-erect dick until Yosuke cracked, letting slip a soft moan. “sorry…” He instantly panted, his cheeks managing to somehow turn a redder color as his brown eyes locked onto the tiled floor of their small beach shower. “For what?” Narukami chuckled, tightening his grip on his partner’s cock to increase the friction each slow pump of his hand sent through the man. “I kind of hope my partners enjoy my touch. No matter their gender.” He pointed out, Yosuke not bothering to respond, just keeping his eyes glued to the tiles with a hand over his mouth to muffle the small moans the taller man’s slow movements earned bit by bit.

Though, he did finally swallow down the embarrassment and finally remember how his fingers were wrapped loosely around the wildcard’s semi-soft, twitching member. Hesitating a moment longer before returning to slowly stroking Narukami’s dick. This time, though, with more confidence, and a slightly tighter hold that earned a quiet moan of relief. Which, thankfully, seemed to encourage the man, instead of making him recoil or call off their ‘experiment’.

Not that Narukami would’ve been surprised. A few times in their high school years, Yosuke had asked to ‘try things out’ with the taller man, only to chicken out at the last second. So, when his soft noises of pleasure didn’t discourage him, the wildcard was happy to let out a few more to keep the friction going. Thankful for the cold water running down his back, as it kept him grounded enough to keep a handle on his volume and horny thoughts, as well as hid their lewd noises with the rhythmic patter of the water hitting the tile floor.

A fact that came in especially handy when the wildcard finally sped his own motions up. Making the brunette’s noises trickle out more often. Bitten back and hissed out while he tried to match the wildcard’s pace with a thin film over those pools of autumnal warmth that had Narukami’s own stomach twisting. Each change in speed or grip was mirrored, making the silver-haired man smile and moan more each time the coil in his stomach grew tighter.

The breathless panting and glint of lust shining in those amber pools, and the wildcard’s own hums and sighs of pleasure mixing and stoking the flames in their bellies further, and further. Warming their blood until it finally seemed to boil. Accompanied by a series of hisses and muttered curses as the boys tried not to fall under the onslaught of pleasurable buzz.

Taking a moment after to simply let the cold rainfall of the shower head soothe the burst of warmth and drag Narukami back to earth before Yosuke panted, “This...doesn’t mean anything, right?” with that same tinge of red to his face as before, his warm brown eyes once again locked onto the tile floor rather than the taller man in front of him, “I mean, it means something, but it doesn’t have to mean anything at the same time. If you catch my drift,” he assured, the brunette just huffing and shoving him against the wall so he could get out to dry off and get dressed. Narukami simply laughed as he followed after him, but let him go off on his own once they were dressed again.

#Persona 4 #Souyo #Kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #Yu Narukami x Yosuke Hanamura #Persona #ask #scenario #Kinktober2023 #Yu Narukami #Persona 4 protagonist #Yosuke Hanamura #Seta Souji #spicy #not sfw #lemon

[iblameashley]

#A Hot Summer Day

Part 3 of my descent into madness for CoD men.

Story W/ Civilian | Male | Gay

I have concerns I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this fandom. My bags are packed and I'm ready to move to my cabin when this blows up in my face.

Reminder: I'm Canadian and do not know German. I am picking words at random and hoping for the best. Do. Not. Roast. Me. lol. (But feel free to offer corrections!!)

(M!Reader (only cause its kinda self-insert), Ghost, Soap, König via text)

Fluff. Enjoy.

"This is the stupidest thing you've ever asked me to do, Johnny." Soap let out a sigh.

"I dun know 'bout that, Si." Johnny said. "Do you still have eyes on the target?"

"Yes. He hasn't moved in five minutes."

"I'm on my way." There was a click as Soap hung up.

"Fucking git can get me to do anything, I swear."

Ghost waited in cover for at least another five minutes. It was hot and he was getting irritable, but he kept his eyes on the target. He was watching something on his phone, but Ghost couldn't tell what from his position.

Soap finally appeared beside him. "Still there?" He asked.

Ghost nodded and pointed.

"Lets move!"

The two jumped from their hiding spot and bolted over to the bench where their target was sitting.

You suddenly realized you were no longer burning and sweating in the heat of the sun. You looked around to see two men standing behind you. One towering over you like König. You looked at the other guy. "Soap? Ghost?" You asked. You had only met them both once, but you remembered the skull mask.

"Yae remem'bre us!" Soap exclaimed.

You nodded. You were unsure what was going on.

"We saw you about fifteen minutes ago. We were going to come over and day hi, but--" Ghost glared at Soap.

"It'd been rude to arrive empty handed" Soap chastised. He held up a drink tray. "We brought yae some'tin to beat dae heat." He smiled.

Ghost grabbed his large coffee from the tray. He was wearing his mask, a black hoodie and jeans. It was 32 degree weather. You just… couldn't grasp how he wasn't keeled over from heat exhaustion.

Soap handed you a large iced drink. "Large iced coffee with a shot of hazelnut, very little ice and some whip."

"How did you know?" you asked.

"We text König, he's stuck at the base right now." Soaps face beamed with pride.

"This was all his clever little plan" Ghost said with a bit of mockery. "You shouldn't be out in this heat like that."

"Respectfully, I don't think I should be taking that advice from you." You chuckled.

Ghost tapped you on the shoulder and ushered you over to a bench that was under some shade. Soap followed behind him like a little puppy.

"Thanks for the drink." You said before taking a sip.

"Think nothing of it." Soap smiled.

They sat there with you for a good half hour. Ghost went mostly silent as he took small sips of his drink. Mask would slip down, he'd take drink, mask back up. Soap on the other hand… couldn't shut up. He reminded you of how König acted when he was excited. You understood why they were all friends.

You enjoyed the shade and the cool drink. You had actually been lost in the black-hole that was You-Tube videos, and likely would have passed out sooner or later.

Before they left, Soap managed to convince Ghost to take a selfie. You all held up your drinks, or what was left of them, and Soap sent it off to König with the tag "Prost!"

"Liebling!" He replied. A moment passed. "You better bring me something too, Soap."

Soap laughed. "Yeah, yeah. We're on our way. We cant bring your 'Liebling', so coffee will have to do." He sent back.

Soap got up from the bench and made his way back toward to coffee shop. "I got hase drink. Meet yae ou'side innae few, Si."

Ghost stood up and finished his drink. He was actually very handsome, so you wondered why he wore the mask. He took your empty cup and tossed everything in the trash.

"It was good to see you." He said flatly. He paused, thinking. "You're good for König." There was a softness to his eyes.

"Thanks. For that, and the drink." You said.

Ghost nodded and began to walk off.

"Hey Ghost!" You called. He turned to look at you. "How long you been dating Soap?" You flashed a cheeky smile.

Even with that mask, you could tell he was blushing. "Too long." He replied and then walked off.

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #gay #lgbtq #boyfriends #male reader #story #fanfic #headcanon #headcannon #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #konig modern warfare #König

[erigold13261]

I finally have a name for all four of the Ieiri Siblings!

Oldest sister: 家入燈子 (Touko Ieiri) (Light and glass elemental, and her kanji 燈 means "light" or "lantern" so she's a lantern elemental) (maybe only her torso is a glass lantern, but either way her glass is way thicker than Shoko's) (either has super healing for her own body or can make light orbs like Neon J's siblings but it's super weak) (her glass part is far less prominent than Shoko)

Second oldest sister: 家入楓子 (Fuko Ieiri) (Plant, maple elemental to be exact) (her kanji 楓 means "maple") (she has either no powers or can make plants grow a teeny bit faster)

The third oldest sister who opts out of the Ieiri clan: 家入葉子 (Yoko Ieiri) (her kanji 葉 means "leaf") (plant elemental, she has super healing that can only affect herself)

And finally, we have 家入硝子 or Shoko Ieiri!

(their parents are either super lazy or only care about what elemental/what powers the kids had so named them after that) (but their names rhyme in Japanese)

Ooh! I really like these a lot! Especially that they rhyme in Japanese! It would be funny if the parents just wanted their kids' names to rhyme (perhaps at one point they hoped for twins to make names rhyme but never got them so 4 "girls," technically 3, later we got these names!).

I think I like the idea that Touko has 2 windows on her. One on her back and one on her front (like upper torso, she literally has a boob window) that shines light out of it. You can't see into it, like her organs or anything, it's just a window of pure light. Her absorbing light is something I like as well! (boob beam of light lol)

What if Fuko was a plant and glass elemental and she's like a maple syrup bottle lol /j

I like the idea of a maple plant elemental! I looked up some maple facts and want her to have maple flowers in her hair (or at the ends of her hair). She can also be a failed musician since some instruments are made from maple trees as they are good at carrying sound waves (she failed because of her family not letting her pursue).

Also like the idea that she is chronically ill kinda like Shoko because maple trees are prone to diseases and pests. So that is a thing she has in common with Shoko (but I can see her not taking Shoko's pain seriously since it has more fatigue and chronic pain that is invisible while Fuko has more visible pain/sicknesses).

And for Yoko, I kinda already had a story for her where she defects from the clan (which was already known here) but then she ends up running to Shoko for help and support. She ends up being an archivist for Jujutsu Tech and doing research into the power history of Japan (which later gets used by people like Kenjaku, Moira, Liv, and Medusa).

OH! That could be why Mahito goes to Jujutsu Tech! He's there for the research of Yoko! He ends up fighting the new JJK teens, transfiguring Tsumiki and Miwa, as well as changing Yoko possibly into a paper elemental (like leaf paper!) before he goes with the research that he stole!

Anyway, before we even transfigure her, I like the idea that she is a leaf and heals very quickly for herself, especially in warmer months with lots of sun.

What could be cool is if her leaves could be used as medicine! Like she grows them and then treats them like herbs or tea for others which speeds up healing (not nearly as fast as Akari and def not as fast as Shoko).

The parents just kept getting closer and closer to a kid who could heal properly! Touko had no healing properties, Fuko could heal only herself by growing the plant part of her body, Yoko could kinda heal others but using her leaves, and then Shoko can literally just heal anyone with its powers outright.

Who knows what the next sister could have been if the parents didn't stop at Shoko! /j

#jjktalk #eriverse #eritalks #noart #asks

[solarmagickstar]

Random fact about me that does actually have something to do with the Sun:

I have visual snow, as much as I enjoy the suns rays on my skin, I can't look at a clear bright sky for very long. My whole vision fills with a blanket of white after a few seconds. I tend to look up at the sky with the sun behind me, if I have to look at something in the sun's general direction and there isn't enough things to block it's light, I'll take a quick look and tell you what I *can* see (if anything) or turn away and ask for a picture. (9/10 times I just move the conversation along or the other person just tells me after I say I can't see it, which is annoying cause with "better" lighting I can see pretty far actually.)

Now I know some might be like "pretty sure you're not supposed to look at the sun silly!" That's not what I mean. I mean the literal entire landscape, is washed out. I actually spent a significant amount of time as a kid just looking at the floor tbh lol. (Fluorescent lighting in public places can go fuck themselves.)

I'd say my joy for nature came from when I explored the woods around where I lived as a kid. The trees would shade me, but not too much as to not feel the sun beams pearing through. It was lovely.

I don't think I would of gotten the same joy I do out of nature if it wasn't for this particular experience. I enjoy learning about all types of magick but I chose Solar as a focus because of how it's shaped and affected me, for the good and the bad.

I love it for the melanin in my skin, it reminds me to be happy and free. I love it for my soul, I used to stay hidden for so long in hopes of solitude and peace, but I remembered that with the sun comes the shade, the trees which shielded me, grow from its warmth too.

I am grateful to all elements,

But y'all the suns pretty cool, it's a star just like me ;)

☀️🧡☀️🧡☀️🧡

#im trying to get better #im trying to be nice to myself #sun #solar #visual snow syndrome #solar Magick #chaos magick #magick #witchcraft #black is beautiful #black boi magick #stargender #xenogender

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

WORDS. 3k+

“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

#bad boy good thing #bbgt #bts #bts fics #bts series #bad boy good thing drabbles #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x oc #bts fanfiction #jungkook scenario #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook

[angel-scribbles]

Buttercup | Technoblade x Reader

Summary: Picnics with Technoblade are always surprising.

Word Count: 724

Warnings: None!

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You make your way to the familiar buttercup field located just a couple steps from your village, a picnic basket in hand. The smell of flowers and fresh-baked pastries waft through the air. It’s only your sixth time having a picnic together, and you’ve been late three times already.

As always, he's there, under the tree.

Meeting Technoblade was strange. It was... unexpected. He'd shown up outside your village in search of good trades. He’d supply emeralds in return for enchantment books. You were the first one to greet Techno, leading him towards the trading stands and even putting in a good word for him so he’d get better trades.

Technoblade left after spending a few nights at your village, leaving behind extra resources and a bouquet of buttercups.

And now, your lingering smiles and acts of hospitality had led to a blooming friendship full of adventure and fun. You’d always been one for exciting trips, and, well, Techno let you tag along his journeys. They were filled with laughter, excitement, and adrenaline.

“About time you got here,” Technoblade teased. “I thought I was going to starve to death. You’re even slower than some of the people back in L’Manburg trying to catch me.”

You scoffed, sitting down next to him under the cool shade. “Oh shush, I know you have golden apples. You just want my cakes.”

“And would that be such a crime?” The man replied, taking off his mask. It was unnerving at first. A man wearing a golden crown, ruby robes, and a pig-like creature’s skull as a mask?

You had gotten used to it quickly though.

See, you were always one for pointing out what was beautiful about things.

His blood-red eyes? They reminded you of roses. His unruly pink hair? Gorgeous when worn in a braid or bun.

Technoblade appreciated that.

Most people would cower in fear but you beamed up at him, you looked at him as if he was the only star in a dark, gloomy night.

To be more accurate, you brought him food in return for adventures but that was another story-- you two were enjoying the sun and snacking, what more was there to say?

“Techno,” you started, carefully biting on a delicate slice of cake. “What do you do when you’re not out and about?”

Technoblade paused. “Well, I just spend my time at home, basically.”

“Yes, but, doesn’t it ever get lonely?”

That was a punch in the gut.

The easy answer was yes, it was lonely.

Technoblade lived alone in a cottage far from your village, and it was a drastic contrast from the atmosphere here.

Where you lived, the sun was almost always shining against a cerulean sky, the town was filled with laughter, and you were almost never really alone. You could play with the children, cook delicious food with your friends, meet strangers.

Back at Techno’s cottage, quiet filled every corner of the room, the cold would bite at your ears, and the sun shone rarely. The bubbling of potions being made or the occasional groan from a mob outside might’ve sounded against the blank silence.

However, it was still lonely.

But could he really admit that?

“I guess it is a bit lonely, but I enjoy the silence,” Techno said after clearing his throat. He wanted to elaborate, to say that he really did feel content with the loneliness, but he wasn’t. This wasn’t the type of loneliness where you could curl up and read a book. This was the type of loneliness that could hurt.

You leaned back and tilted your head as if analyzing him, trying to see into him.

“I could come to visit you?”

Shoot.

That wasn’t how it was supposed to come out.

You immediately turned redder than the strawberries you’d brought, sputtering and stammering.

“I mean- just- y’know, if you wanted me to? But I get if you don’t because that would be super awkward but I don’t want to make you awkward and this is totally out of my comfort zone and I’m rambling-”

What Technoblade did next made you even redder, if possible.

He tucked a small flower into your hair-- a flower similar to the first one he’d ever gifted you-- and smiled, mirroring your pose and leaning back.

“That’d be nice, Buttercup,” he murmured.

A/N: I know this is pretty short but this is my first piece of writing that I’m posting :) I really like the idea of Techno being a big softie on the inside lol. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy! <3

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[lovely-angst]

number ‘x’ fan

a/n: um, this was a good idea in theory until i started writing it and then suddenly i wanted to trash this fic lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: a trip to Hawks’ agency gone wrong when a crazed fan runs their car into a pregnant you and your two young sons

word count: 5k

05.05.21

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If there was something the nation of Japan adored more than Pro Hero Hawks himself, it was his wife and the little family he had with her. His family was something he always talked about when given any opportunity.

To think it had already been five years since Hawks introduced you to the world still baffles you.

When he had come up to you that one day, bringing up the dreaded question of finally bringing you and the kids into the public and media for all of the world to see—you were very nervous, to say the least.

You knew how terrible the media could be with all of the gossip and drama. You weren’t sure if you could handle all of the attraction so suddenly. But your husband Hawks was always so reassuring and in the most nonpressuring way possible.

“If you’re not ready, that’s totally okay! I just thought it would be more beneficial for us if the whole world knew who you guys are,” he said gently as he brought his gloved hand towards your cheek with the softest smile. “I just want the world to finally know about my beautiful family. I don’t want to keep you guys a secret anymore.”

You couldn’t help but melt into his hand, bringing your own to rub those cute little avian features on his eyes gently. “I know, you sweet bird,” you coo, watching how his lips curve up the slightest. “I just don’t know how this could benefit us.”

“Honey, the world is going to love you. They’re going to love our boys. From the pro heroes to the supportive fans I have, we have, they’ll want to protect you too. Trust me.”

Staring up into those comforting golden eyes, you took a deep breath before nodding. Of course, you’ll trust him.

And soon, the fated day of your “debut” was finally here. In your arms, you held your sweet one year old boy, Yuto, while your three year old, Kazuto, clung onto Hawks’ legs adorably.

Though you were very nervous with all of the photographers and news outlets all around you when you turned to glance over at Hawks and saw that proud and genuine smile on his face, all of your fears washed away.

Thinking back on the memory, you let out a content sigh as a smile grew on your face. Thankfully, those last five years flew by quite smoothly with the occasional rough bumps with his angry fan club, nothing that worried you terribly.

And while life was going great for you and your growing family with Hawks, it was going terrible for a self-proclaimed number one Hawks fan.

Clutching the newspaper tightly, their eyes reread the words on the front page for the hundredth time.

‘Pro Hero Hawks shows his seven-month pregnant wife some PDA!’ with a photo caught by the paparazzi showing the two of you sharing a kiss while holding hands.

The violent grip she held on the paper caused rips before letting out an angry scream, tearing the thin material into thousands of pieces letting it pool around her like snowflakes.

Hearing Hawks’ voice coming through the television, she finally snapped out of her thoughts and tuned in focus again, turning to face the television behind her. Her eyebrow irked in irritation as she watched how he wrapped a hand around her waist lovingly and securely.

“I don’t know what I would do without her,” Hawks beams to the reporter who had asked about you, “I mean, have you seen her? She’s the prettiest lady I have ever laid my eyes on and the most amazing wife and mother to our kids!”

“People say she is blessed to be married to me, but I can say for sure I am extremely blessed to be married to her”

Roughly turning the television off, the fan stormed into her bedroom before slamming the door shut behind her, causing the walls to shake. “How could you do this to me!” she screamed as she ran up to tear at the photos of Hawks she had glued on the walls of her bedroom, causing the covered walls to become bare again. “I thought you loved me! I showed you unconditional love! I’m your biggest fan! Everything was going great until that—that wench showed up!”

Boxes and figurines were tossed around, swung off shelves, quickly turning the room into a mess of Hawks merchandise.

It wasn’t until she finally looked over at her makeshift Hawks shrine that she let out a sigh, a smile growing on her lips. “Hawks, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she cooed, walking up to the Hawks shrine before kneeling down in front of it. Reaching over to brush her finger gently over the photo of the two of them—a photo she managed to obtain at a VIP fan meet.

Pressing onto the photo where Hawks stood, she continued to stare at it lovingly, “I know you love me, Hawks. I’ll make sure that it will be just us again.”

-

“Yuto, Kazuto, hurry up and get dressed so we can visit papa at work,” you say from in the kitchen as you finished preparing lunch for the four of you—five, if you include the baby growing in your belly.

“I can’t find the Endeavor doll papa gave me!” Yuto cries, running into the kitchen with tears. Turning around, you offer the boy a gentle smile before brushing your hand through his soft blonde hair.

“Yuto, we can bring the Endeavor doll another time, okay? What if he gets lost today in papa’s big work building? That would be very sad, wouldn’t it?” You prompt and Yuto looks down before giving you a nod.

“We can find him together when we get back, okay? Right now, papa is waiting for us to come see him and he’s going to show you all of the cool stuff he does! We can wear our Hawks jacket instead to match papa. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Hearing your words, the bright red wings on his back fluff up and flutter in joy before he runs back to his room in joy. “Okay, mama!”

Placing the fried chicken into each container neatly, you covered the lids on them and placed them in the bag nicely before Kazuto walks in and takes the bag, hauling it over his shoulder. “I got it, mom.”

“Oh, honey, it might be heavy,” you try, but Kazuto shakes his head, “Don’t worry, plus your belly might make you tired, so I’ll carry this for you.”

Quick little platters rang in the air before Yuto popped back into the kitchen beside his older brother, “I’m ready, mama!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute they were, looking so handsome, just like their dad.

“Okay boys, put your shoes on and let’s head out the door to papa’s agency.”

And it was such a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was out with little to no clouds and there was just the right amount of breeze that helped keep the three of you cool during these summer days.

Even though Hawks’ agency was just a 20-minute walk, he kept insisting on calling you a cab so you wouldn’t have to walk so far with the boys while pregnant. Of course, you declined, saying how it would be healthy for you and the baby to get fresh air and to walk around—to which he finally and hesitantly agreed on before adding a “call me when you get here.”

It was a normal occurrence getting greeted by Hawks fans on your outings like today. Most of them along the lines of, “(Name)-san! You look great today!” or “Love to see you and the boys healthy!” and not to mention, “I love you guys!”

It was sweet seeing supportive fans that your hard-working husband has.

“Ah, look! There is papa’s agency!” you say, pointing to the large and tall building, watching how your sons’ eyes lit up in awe. “Wow!” Yuto exclaims, turning over to you while fluttering his wings. “Papa works there?” 

“Yep! Let’s go and give him a surprise!” 

Walking over to the crosswalk just in front of the agency, you held Yuto’s hand in yours as the three of you waited for the signal to change to allow you to cross the road. “The roads are empty today, but we still need to watch for cars,” you point out to your boys as they began to look both ways. 

Everyone was busy at work, so no one was on the roads besides some parked cars. The crosswalk signal changed and played a tune while you and the boys began to cross the street towards Hawks’ agency to meet up with your dear husband. 

The sound of squealing tires from beside you had caught your attention and once you turned your head, it was already too late to dodge the oncoming vehicle speeding towards you and the boys. 

Gasping, you tried your best to push your boys out of the way as much as you could, but it wasn’t enough. 

The corner of the car was still able to hit Yuto and Kazuto, sending them crashing a few feet away from you. 

Unfortunately for you, the vehicle slammed head onto you. Rolling onto the hood, your head crashed into the windshield, smashing it and rolling off. A small pool of blood forming underneath your head as the car sped off. 

Your head rang as your vision slowed significantly. Turning your head, you see your boys on the ground more than an arms length away from you as they struggled to get up. 

Placing a shaky hand on your belly, you just hoped and prayed your baby was safe from the impact, but it wasn’t looking too good for you, you noted. 

It was surprising to you all the thoughts and information were able to process through your head after such an event. 

A crowd quickly formed around you and the boys as the voices began fading into the background as your conscious state was beginning to fade.

“My boys...” you say weakly to the stranger, eyes fluttering shut as your attempts to stay awake failed. “Ma’am! Keep your eyes open! Someone call for help!” 

“Get H-Hawks,” you tried once more before you succumbed to the drowsiness. Suddenly, it clicked in someone’s mind. “That’s Hawks’ wife and kids! His agency is just down the road! Someone get him!”

Kazuto slowly sat up from the rough fall, looking down at himself to spot any injuries. Spreading his wings, they seemed to be in mint condition, although his hip throbbed and his leg was slightly bruising from the impact. It wasn’t until he heard Yuto sobbing that he turned to check on his younger brother.

Yuto was beside him, face scrunched up, shaking and sobbing as his eyes met those of his brothers. “I think my wing is broken,” Yuto informed, turning to give his older brother a glance of his droopy wing. 

And before Kazuto could turn to check on you, a stranger stepped in his view, blocking him from the gruesome scene where his mother lay. “Hey there, friends, it looks like you both got a little bit hurt. The ambulance is on it’s way to take you and your mom to the hospital, so don’t worry. I’ll sit here with you guys and keep you safe, okay?” 

The two boys could only nod.

-

Hawks spun around in his swivel chair eagerly as he waited for his wife and kids to arrive. Sighing, he took out his phone for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, glancing at the last text message you sent. 

From: wifey <3

‘Be there in five minutes! see you soon papa bird! <3’ 

But it had already been half an hour since your text. He knew that sometimes the boys took a little bit longer to get out of the house, but this was a bit off. Maybe he was just being a little impatient.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and he immediately got up to answer it, wings fluttering with excitement. But when he opened the door to find his assistant looking all frazzled, he raised a brow. “What’s up?” 

“Hawks, your family,” they stammered, out of breath from running around the large building. “They’ve been in a bad accident in front of the agency. A car-”

Before they could even finish, Hawks had spun around and jumped through a large open window from his office before flying down towards where they had mentioned. 

His eyes darted around quickly before catching sight of a large crowd. Sending his feathers down, his heart froze when he recognized you and his boys down there.

From the height he was at, he could already tell it wasn’t looking good. He could spot his boys’ wings from here, thankfully, shooting down towards them. 

He just wanted to see his wife and kids and they end up getting hit by some low life?

Hawks landed quickly at the scene before rushing over towards his boys, who immediately noticed their father’s large wings. “Dad!” 

Falling onto his knees, his hands roamed around their smaller bodies, checking for injuries before bringing them both in for a hug, relieved to see them alive and breathing. “Are you two okay?” Where does it hurt?” 

“My body hurts a bit and Yuto’s wing might be broken,” Kazuto informed before Hawks immediately checked Yuto’s wing before he let out a sigh, “Just a sprain. Don’t worry, birdie.” he replies, pressing a kiss to his youngest’s head. 

“Stay here, I’m going to go check on mom. These nice people will help you two, okay? I’m here now, don’t worry.” Hawks said firmly to the boys, giving them one last embrace before the stranger before stepped back in to stay with the boys as Hawks ran over to find you. 

Once his eyes spotted you, he felt like his heart had stopped and died there and then. 

To put it plainly, you looked dead—blood soaked clothes, unconscious and limp on the ground as the paramedics prepared the stretcher for you.

“(Name)!” Hawks called out, running to your body only to be stopped by a paramedic. “I’m sorry Hawks, but it’s best if you leave the rest to us.” 

“W-where is she going?” Hawks asked as he watched them gently place your injured body onto the stretcher, following beside them and peeking at you the best he could. “We’re going to transport her to the nearest hospital. We have to check and make sure we don’t lose the baby. We don’t have time for any more questions,” and with that, they carefully lifted you into the ambulance and drove off, leaving him there with a million unanswered questions. 

He wished he could be by your side, but right now, his boys needed him.

It didn’t take Hawks long to arrive at the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto. Reaching the emergency desk, Hawks immediately asked for you before receiving an answer that stopped his already shaking heart.

“There has been complications with her pregnancy, so they have to conduct an emergency C-section to try and save the baby,” they inform, Hawks’ blood turning ice cold.

“C-Section? But she’s only seven months along! The baby isn’t ready!” He cried, wings even more frazzled than before. “I understand your concern. That is why we will do our best to make sure the baby is as healthy as possible.”

Hawks could only stare in shock before turning to his two young boys, who looked up at him worried.

“Is mama going to be okay?” Yuto asked, his wing still drooping behind him. Hawks offered a small but weak smile, “the doctors are doing their best to make mama feel better. While they help mama, we need to get you two checked to make sure you’re doing okay,” Hawks continued, lifting Yuto into his arms.

“How’s it going, Kazuto? Does your leg hurt too much?” Kazuto shakes his head, “It hurts, but I can still walk slowly.” Hawks nods before reaching over to push his son’s hair back as the three walk to get the boys checked on.

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“Hawks?” hear a soft female voice, Hawks quickly turned to see Fuyumi walking towards them with a small smile. Hawks quickly stands to greet the friendly face, “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Fuyumi.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad seemed worried when he told me about your situation. Anything to help a friend, right?” she says and Hawks couldn’t help but give her a relieved smile. 

“Well, these are my boys. Kazuto is my oldest and Yuto is youngest. Well, with our new baby, Miyako will be the youngest,” Hawks explains as the two boys stand beside him, looking up at Fuyumi.

“Hi,” she starts, bending down towards their level, “My name is Fuyumi, I’m going to take care of you while your mama is getting better, okay?” 

Yuto clings onto Hawks’ legs, “I don’t want to go.”

“You know, my dad is the number one hero, Endeavor. He’s kind of scary, but I’m sure he’ll teach you a thing or two about being a hero.” That caught the boys’ attention, their wings raising up. 

“Your papa is the number one hero? My papa is the number two,” Yuto says and Fuyumi smiles at him. “That’s cool, huh? Your papa and my papa must be great friends.” Yuto couldn’t help but give her a cheeky smile, scrunching up his nose. 

“Well, let’s say goodbye to your papa and let’s go to my house and we can eat, okay?” Gently taking their hands, Fuyumi brought them over to her side before the two boys wave goodbye to Hawks. 

“Take care of mama, okay?” Yuto says as Hawks gives him a wink and a thumbs up. “I’ll tell her about how cool you two were being such big boys and not even crying.” 

Hawks stepped closer towards Fuyumi, cupping his hand around his mouth, “Yuto’s wing has a sprain, so make sure he doesn’t use it and doesn’t sleep on it if he can help it. Kazuto’s left hip and leg is in bad shape and is pretty bruised, so please keep some ice on it.” 

Pulling away, Fuyumi gives him a determined nod. “Thanks, see you in a few days.” and with that, she left the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto in hand. 

Letting out a sigh, Hawks carried on over towards the waiting area while he waited for your operation to finish. It had been only an hour since he had gotten here, but it felt like forever while he waited for some sort of news. 

After some time, he finally received news, great news. 

His daughter Miyako had been born via c-section and had no underlying health issues. Unfortunately, because she was born premature, she would need to be monitored at the hospital until she was strong enough without the help of the equipment to finally go home. 

That was fine by Hawks, of course, anything to help his baby girl. 

Walking down the quiet halls of the hospital room, Hawks nervously made his way into the NICU, where his baby girl, Miyako, would be staying for some time. 

“I’m here to see Miyako, I’m the dad,” he states before a nurse leads him over to her quiet room filled with the background noises of the equipment keeping her alive and healthy. 

Gently walking over, Hawks peeked over where the little girl was being incubated, his heart swelling at the sight of his third child and first girl. 

“Can I touch her?” Hawks asked the nurse behind him gently and nervously, seeing that she was tiny and barely over five pounds. “Of course, just wash your hands with soap.”

Doing just that, he made sure to take his time with cleaning his hands and forearms before drying them and making his way back to Miyako. 

Sticking his arms into the small openings, Hawks brushed the back of his fingers across her small yet still chubby cheeks. A smile blossomed onto his lips when she stretched out from his touch and that’s when he finally noticed the little wings perched on her back.

“You have wings, baby girl,” Hawks commented as his fingers ran across her fuzzy grey wings. “That makes three of us, huh?” 

He spent whatever time he could with her talking about himself, her brothers and her amazing mother before the nurse politely told him to leave so that Miyako could rest some more.

With all the terrible things that had happened, Miyako finally arriving was a good that broke the hardship. 

Before he could visit your room, he was stopped in the halls by a detective who flashed him his badge, “we found the culprit behind this attack.” Hawks frowned at the detective, “Let’s go to a more private setting,” he replied as the two made their way into a private room. 

“What did you find?” Hawks questioned, mirroring the detective who pulled out a chair to sit in. “An obsessed fan of yours,” he simply stated, tossing out a photo towards the winged man, “found this in the vehicle she was driving when she hit your wife and kids,” I assume you recognize the girl?” 

Staring at the photo in his hand, Hawks let out a groan as he slumped back on his chair, “I should’ve never suggested bringing (Name) and the kids out into the public,” Hawks sighed.

“This would have never happened.”

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“Keigo?” 

“What is it, sweetheart?” he hums, fixing the vase full of your favorite flowers before walking over to you and sitting in the chair that sat beside your hospital bed. 

“How are the boys doing?” you asked, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand gently when he slipped his hand into yours. 

It had been a day since you woke up, but three days since you had been admitted to the hospital, Hawks being one of the only people you had seen, including the doctors and your bedside nurses. 

“Well, they miss you that’s for sure,” he smiles and you offer one back. “Are they injured? I wasn’t able to check up on them before I—well, you know,” you try, but Hawks shifts your thoughts away when he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Yuto just has a sprained wing and Kazuto’s a little bruised, but they’re being cared at, at the number one’s house,” your eyes widened, “Endeavor’s?” 

“Well, technically, Fuyumi is watching over them,” Hawks continues and you relax once again with a smile, “Fuyumi has always been good with kids. They must be having a good time with her.” 

“And Miyako? How is she?”

“She’s cute and small and has these cute grey fuzzy wings on her back,” Hawks says with a small giggle, “her nurse says she’s doing just fine and should be able to go home in a few weeks. They still want her to cook a bit in the incubator.” 

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting back on your pillow with a relieved sigh, “I’m glad that they’re all okay. I miss them so much.”

Hawks brings a hand to your cheek and you open your eyes to look up at him, nuzzling into his warm and large palm, “What’s wrong, honey?” 

“I just feel like this is all my fault,” he starts, bringing his hand back as his gaze drops down to his lap, “I should’ve never asked to bring you and the boys out into the public. It was selfish of me, you guys would’ve been safer and this would’ve never happened.” 

“Keigo, it’s not your fault,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek, but your movement was restricted due to the IV needle in your arm. Hawks brings your hand down to your lap, opting to hold it in his larger ones instead. 

“We didn’t know this would’ve happened, plus it was just a crazy fan! Instead of you being mad, I should be mad because someone thinks they love you more than how much I love you!” you exclaim and Hawks couldn’t help the small smile on his lips. 

“Trust in yourself,” motioning him closer, you pressing a kiss onto his lips before a teasing smile formed on your lips “I love you more than you can ever imagine, you dumb bird.” 

And Hawks tucked your words into his heart and decided to trust himself on his next bizarre idea—visiting that crazy fan of his in prison.

Sitting in the cool, metal chair, Hawks waited patiently in front of the barrier for the guards to bring out his so called, number one fan—the person who tried to take out his whole family. 

It wasn’t until she came into view and noticed him that her eyes seemed to light up in shock and joy. Throwing herself on the chair, she grabbed the phone as fast as she could, bringing it up to her ear. Hawks doing the same.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you! You came! You really came to see me!” she cried, and Hawks did not give her a spec of emotion. 

“I’m only here to tell you a few things,” he started and she nodded excitedly. “You are a fan of mine and I adore and cherish my fans,” Hawks states, her cheeks turning rosy at his words. “I would expect you to do something as simple as respect me as a person, as a pro hero, and to respect my family—my wife and my kids.”

“I only did what I did because I love you!” she shot back and Hawks glared her down with his sharp eyes, “and because of that, I’m disappointing that you even have the nerve to call yourself my fan. I’ve blacklisted you from attending any of my fan meets or events.”

Her eyes widened before she began to shake her head in disbelief, “No, no, no...You don’t mean that! Hawks no!”

“But I doubt you’d be leaving prison anytime soon for attempted murder on three cases,” He shoots back, her sobs and wails audible through the thick barrier between them.

“But I love you!” she cries desperately, “don’t do this!”

Hanging up the phone, Hawks turned around as the wails from the unfortunate girl filled the air behind him, leaving him feeling lighter than ever.

And it seemed as if things continued to get better from thereon. 

You sat in your hospital bed excited yet nervously as the nurse carefully transported Miyako into your arms for the first time. As the infant shifted around in discomfort, you gently cooed at her, Miyako recognizing your voice. 

“Miyako, it’s mama. I’m sorry it took us so long to finally meet,” you say with a large smile as she turned to face you—her poofy and fuzzy wings resting over your arms warmly.

Hawks watched in adoration of the sight of his two favorite girls finally together in each other’s arms. Miyako no longer needed any medical assistance and you, finally bandaged and needle free. 

“Miyako’s been doing perfectly fine without any of the medical equipment and should be able to go home in the next few days,” your nurse says and your head shoots over towards Hawks’ excitedly. 

“Honey, honey,” you chirp, “We can finally go home in a few days!”

Hawks couldn’t help the chuckle and smile that formed on his lips, especially from how excited you were. You had been in this hospital for nearly a month now and eager to see your boys and to finally be home. 

Leaning over, Hawks pressed a warm kiss onto your lips before running his finger over Miyako’s plump cheeks. 

“I can’t wait to have you home and in my arms again.” 

And did that day finally come. 

You and Hawks made your way around the hospital with Miyako sound asleep in a stroller, thanking all the doctors and nurses for their help. 

And to your surprise, Kazuto, Yuto and Fuyumi were at the main doors waiting for the three of you. 

“Mama!” they cried before taking off towards you. Yuto wrapped his small arms around your legs as Kazuto, who was just a bit taller, wrapped his arms around your waist gently, pressing his face into your side. 

“My boys, I missed you both so much,” you cried, pressing kisses all over their faces, seeing them light up with joy after being separated for so long. 

“Would you like to see your little sister?” You ask with a curious smile, watching them suddenly turn timid, but slowly, they made their way to the stroller and found a little baby girl sleeping comfortably.

“She’s so small,” Kazuto notes, glancing back up at you with his proud big brother smile. “Hi, Miyako. You’re so cute,” Yuto giggles, watching her stir.

You couldn’t help but lean into Hawks at the sight. Everything was right. Even when you finally had the energy to check your phone, you were surprised to see how all the support from friends, family, and fans alike.

“The agency called and said we have like a million gifts from the fans to pick up. A lot of them are ‘get well’ gifts for you and the boys and some are baby gifts for Miya,” Hawks states with a smile and you tilt your head at him teasingly. 

“Miya? You already gave her a nickname?” you tease and he couldn’t help but look away with a blush which made you laugh. “Well, Miya is going to have the best papa bird and brother birds in the world.” 

But the feeling of being at home, away from the world and just with your family topped everything else. 

You were in Hawks’ arms, resting comfortably and watching as your two young boys watched Miyako in awe, commenting about how cute she was or how cute her small grey wings were every minute. 

“Keigo, I’m so happy,” you state, leaning into his body more as you let out a content sigh. “Thank you for everything,” glancing up, his gold eyes were already on you before the two of you connected with a kiss.

“I should be saying that to you, dove. You’ve given me a whole family to love.”

And for all the bad that had happened, being able to rest in the love of your life’s arms with your newly expanded family, seemed to wash all of that away.

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[raineydays411]

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you

Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Loki thought he was in a good place. He was married, happy and having a child. He should’ve known the universe wasn’t that kind.

A/N: God I’m so sorry about this one lol. Not much of the reader but I will be  making a second part. I hope yall like this one though. Inspiration came from “Mr, Loverman” and this fic.

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The silence was rattling. It creeped into the room, slowly,menacingly. Threatening to make him go mad. It wrapped around his body like a familiar friend. Making it hard for him to breath as it suffocated him. He knew they were staring at him. Trying to figure out what he would do next, whether he would break or not. Truthfully he didn’t know what he would do. For now he just starred as well. Not at them, of course not. He stared at the one thing that mattered. His reason for waking up and living. The one person in this entire universe who gave his world color. He reached out to touch her. Touch the hands that were always so warm against his cold skin. Hands that held his firm and sure as she pulled him along behind her, a smile on her beautiful face. Hands that were now cold and limp, the radicant glow she had been known for gone dark. The colors she brought to his world dimmed to dull, gre, muted hues. Then a sound broke through the silence. two sounds actually. One a wail of new life, a baby taking her first breaths, and another. A wail of a man who has lost everything. A wail of agony and pain.

As the healers bustled around him, Loki had only one thought in his head. 

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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Three months later and Loki still felt the emptiness left by his love. He heard her at night, humming sweet melodies as she stroked his hair. He hears her heartbeat as he eventually falls asleep, worn out by his constant tears. His room is in shambles, his clothes strewn about the floor, furniture smashed, everything is destroyed. Except for the things that belong to her. Her silk dresses that draped on her body perfectly were still hanging, untouched. The books she spent hours reading and re-reading remained on the shelf, collecting dust as they were no longer used. He doesn’t let anyone in their chambers. The space where they both shared. Space where they fought, made up, made love. To let someone else in would be tainting it. Soiling the memories they made together. That was one thing he could never do.

Another was look at the little monster who is responsible for this tragedy.

It was a girl. The daughter of one Loki Odinson and his beloved. 

Ironic. This child was supposed to bring happiness with its birth. Not even cleaned and it already managed to take away Loki’s light. He can barely stand looking at it. He tried, of course  he tried. But within minutes he had to call the nurse to take it away. Why? 

Because she has her mothers eyes.

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“Loki”

“Get out”

“Loki, it's been nine months since your child was--”

“THAT THING IS NO CHILD OF MINE”

Frigga was taken aback. She knew her son was heartbroken, devastated at the loss of his wife. But to disown his daughter, that was something she didn’t see coming. 

“Loki, you are being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? My wife has died because if that creature--”

“It is a child. A babe who has no idea who her father nor her mother is.”

“And as far as I’m concerned she never will!” Loki shouts, finally looking up at his mother. 

Frigga heart breaks for her son. She sees the utter agony he is in, the inner torment going on in his soul. Even if she didn’t see it in his face, the state of his room and self gives it away. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in the nine months that has passed. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled, hair unkempt and wild. His face was pale and hollow, as if he was only eating enough to survive. He had dark bags under his eyes that showed that he hasn’t been sleeping well.  He truly was a man who was broken, almost beyond repair. 

“My son” Frigga said carefully,” I can never understand the pain you are going through, I pray to Valhalla I will not have to anytime soon. But please if not for yourself or that child, for the memory of her, attempt to see your daughter before making a rash decision.” And with that, she walked out of his chamber, leaving Loki to the silence again as he stared at the spot his mother stood. considering her words, he got up. picked up his room, went to bathe and walked out of the room for the first time in nine months. 

His face held no emotion as he walked down the hallways. He saw the servants stop and stare at him, shock filled their face as they saw the prince. He glared at them, sending them scurrying at the dark glance. He reached the nursery, the maid who oversaw the nursery tried to stop him. 

“My lord, you--” 

“Where is the child.” He said, calm and cool. The maid looked at him in fear, not knowing how to respond. At her silence, Loki scoffed and pushed her away, marching into the nursery. Upon entering he froze, memories of him and his beloved discussing the design they wanted for their child

**“Darling, why does the color shade matter? It’s not like the child has expectations.”

Laughter fills the air, “Loki, we must put every effort into showing our child they are loved. That includes finding the perfect shade of green to go with the room”

Loki looks at his wife, gently smiling.”If you say so my dear”**

The room was perfect. The walls were a beautiful shade of green that allowed the light into the room. There were vines and flowers crawling up the walls and draped over curtains. A white and gold crib stood in the middle of the chamber. A veil draped over it, preventing Loki from seeing the child inside. He was thankful as he worked up the courage to walk up to it. He looked out the window, seeing the stars that covered the sky, the lights of Asgard covering the earth. 

She would have loved it.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the crib. He pulled back the veil only to see that there was no child in there. 

“The babe is with your mother my lord.”

He turned to the maid. Embarrassed that she might have witnessed him reminiscing.

“And where is my mother” He asked

“In-in the dining hal--” 

He walked away before she was able to finish her sentence. He took long strides to the hall, wondering his his mother had tricked him into eating with the family.On the way, he passed a window overlooking the garden. He thinks of the times where he used to sit in it and listen to her read.

***  “...exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows”

“My love, why do you insist on reading these midgardian stories?”

Her laughter  reaches his ears, “Because beloved, it's a different perspective to something familiar”

“Oh? and what is that ?” 

“Love”  ***

“oki--”

Hearing his name, Loki is brought back to present times once more. He looks to see Thor, watching him with careful eyes. 

“Brother, it is wonderful to see you.”

“I wish I can say the same.”

Thor laughs, a soft chuckle compared to the booming laughter Loki knows he is capable of. 

“Ah Loki, your dry wit has been missed”

Loki rolls his eyes and starts walking and Thor follows. The two walking in silence. 

“What is it like?” Loki says softly. Thor looks at him in confusion.

“It?” 

“The child.”

“Oh brother, Y/n is--”

“Y/n?” 

That was the name she wanted. If they were to have a girl. She was determined, seeing the name in the book she loved to read. He remembers when they were telling his family she was with child.

*** Everyone was seated, servants bustling around the long table. Laughter filled the hall as the sun was setting. 

“Loki, you said you had news to tell us” Frigga said, taking a sip of her wine. 

Loki smiled, looking at his wife. Her face absolutely radiant as she flashes a smile of pure joy.

“ Well,” Loki waits till Thor has taken a large swig of ale, “ My beloved and are are expecting a child.” 

Gasps fill the room as well as Thor's hacking, ale being spewed on the table. 

“Oh Loki that is wonderful!!”  Frigga exclaims standing from her seat to embrace him. “Oh my dear, this is the most wonderous news,” 

“BROTHER I can’t believe it!” Thor exclaims, lifting Loki in a crushing hug. And for once, he didn’t mind it.  He turns to her and hugs her more gently. “ You are just full of surprises aren’t you, starlight”

Laughter, “Thor, I thought I told you to stop calling me that”

Silence fills the hall as Odin clears his throat, “ Loki, you have made me proud.”

Loki smiles as his love beams at him. 

“Thank you father.”**

They reached the dining hall. A cold feeling formed in the pits of his stomach. He can see his mother, talking with a maid as she bounces the child. He can’t see it, as Frigga's back is turned to him. Odin’s presence is notably absent, a small relief on Loki's part. 

Thor notices his brother’s nerves, he pats him on the back and says, “You can do this Loki.” Then walks off to join his mother. He kisses his mothers cheek and smiles at the child. He picks her up, bouncing her a few times  prompting a small laugh. Loki gimances at the sound. 

Thor walks up to him with the baby. 

“Loki, this is Y/n Odinson”

He looks at the child. He takes in its features, Beautiful curly hair, already thick and voluminous even at this age. Brown skin, unblemished and clean. Cheeks, chubby with baby fat. And...its eyes. Those damn eyes, he could barely stand it, (e/c) eyes, the same as his lost love. In fact, almost all it’s features that once belonged to his darling. A pain filled his body. He really couldn’t stand looking at this child. 

Not when his beloved wasn’t there to gaze upon their child as well. 

No, this was not his child. Not anymore. 

“Get rid of it.” 

Shock filled the faces of both Thor and Frigga. 

“Loki you cannot be serious.”

“Brother..”

“I SAID GET RID OF IT” Loki shouts. “I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT LITTLE MONSTER.” 

And with that he leaves the dining hall. Leaving behind  his mother, brother and the last piece of his wife he had. He hears it’s cries fill the silence.

He had only one thought in his head as he entered his chambers.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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