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chuluoyi · 4 months

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✎ curiosity

- gojo satoru x reader

when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! crack, fluff, dad!gojo

note: based on a fun suggestion by anon! and it’s been sooo long in my drafts🤧 anyways gojo in phantom parade game is so otome-coded, look at his innocent face!—that's how he's going to be while explaining this to his son

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Nghh—Satoru... ah!" you mewled, breathless, right after the third time he made you cum on his fingers alone.

Gods, even with one kid already running around, Satoru never stopped acting like he desired you like when you were still newlyweds. The glint in his eyes never dulled—always smirking at you as if you were the prey, as he licked his fingers with a wicked smile.

"Ah, sweets, are you ready to take me in now?" he cooed in your ear. Really, he was at his limit, seeing how he brought pleasure to you as you writhed under him made him this close to becoming undone too.

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time. He gripped your hips, and swiftly slid his thick cock between your folds. As he sank into you—making himself fit, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

“So pretty,” Satoru groaned through clenched teeth, marveling at your scrunched face, feeling how your legs wrapped around his waist in compliance. “Still so tight for me...”

And the way you squeezed your eyes shut right before he started to pound into you made him finally lose it, as he hotly grunted in that raw, almost feral voice—

“All mine.”

With each thrust, you quite literally squealed. Seems like you were sensitive at this time of the month, because your senses were heightened and you couldn't help the nasty moans leaving your lips. The sensation of him repeatedly slamming his hips against you turned you into a crying mess, and had you totally forgetting that your toddler was sleeping just next door.

And when his climax exploded within you with one last powerful thrust, his hot cum spurting hard, stuffing you to the brim and painting your womb white— you clawed at him, tugged him closer to your breasts as a mix of scream and moan of his name escaped your lips, trembling at the depth to which he was burying himself inside you.

You were panting, totally spent, sensing the familiar way of his cum trickling down your thighs. And at that moment, you could have sworn you heard the patter of footsteps nearby. Before you could fully register it, Satoru hastily pulled the blanket to cover you both.

Suddenly, your bedroom's door swung open, revealing your precious boy standing there, visibly sleepy but worried. "Mama?"

You muttered your son's name weakly, disoriented, and it only served to worry him further. His little eyes widened, and he took a step—

"No, no, kiddo!" Satoru urged in a panic. "Stay there! Don't move!"

His son eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing? Why are you crushing mama?"

"I—" Satoru collected himself, and put on the most innocent smile. "I'm... helping mama to sleep, you see."

You went pale, now that you realized the situation you were in. Your son had just seen you and your husband in the middle of the act. You were silently grateful for Satoru's quick thinking for covering both of you to spare your son from the indecency.

"Helping?" your son gaped in disbelief. "But she was just crying!"

"Yeah, she cried because she couldn't sleep," Satoru blurted, still smiling benevolently like he hadn't nothing wrong. You felt the urge to facepalm at his terrible excuse and the irony of the situation—how close he was to collapsing beside you, and that he hadn't even pulled out of you yet.

Your intelligent boy wasn't easily convinced, that was what you would expect of him.

"How's you hovering over her will help her sleep?"

“With this position, she'll sleep more comfortably, you know,” he asserted confidently, prompting a subtle twitch in your eye. He turned to you, a stupid grin on his face. “And who knows, it might also help to make your sibling. Isn’t it true, dear?”

Satoru nudged your side, willing you to agree with him. You were in utter shock and shot him a dark glare, before looking at your distraught son in a flurry. “Y-yeah… I’m fine, baby. Go back to your room now.”

“You're not hurting, Mama?” the little boy asked you worriedly. Thank heavens he was more focused on you rather than Satoru's little comment.

“No. Your papa is just… trying to help. I’m okay, yeah?”

“If you say so…” your son pouted reluctantly. He shifted his gaze on his father and 'hmph'-ed in accusation. “You’re weird.”

"Hey!" Satoru exclaimed, comically offended. "What are you doing here, anyway? Can't you sleep?"

“I heard noises... and now I want to go to the bathroom…”

Your husband grunted. "Fine, I'll come with you. Just wait a moment and close the door, please?"

Your son threw one last concerned glance at you before shutting the door. Both of you let out collective sighs of relief.

“I swear, he’s such a brat. He used to be so lovable too,” Satoru grumbled under his breath, finally slipping out of you and rolled to your side. He playfully tapped your lower belly and winked. “I hope it’s a daughter next. She will surely be daddy's girl.”

Your body was still shivering as a result of your high earlier, and yet you still managed to side-eye him, hissing, “I'm going to kill you, Gojo Satoru.”

“Wha—”

“Sleep more comfortably? A sibling?”

“Well, can’t we just say that we’re going to give him—”

“Satoru, don’t you put more weird ideas in our son’s head.”

“But—!”

“The moment you do, and if I catch you, I swear to God, I'm banishing you from our bed.”

Epilogue

“Uncle Nanami… does sleeping in certain position will give me a sibling?”

Nanami almost choked on his own words. “What?”

On this rather fine day, he had agreed to help you keep an eye on your child, as both you and Satoru went on separate missions.

He might not be able to stand his senior, but Nanami couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for the toddler even if he was a carbon copy of his father, as the boy was sweet and overall more like you in nature.

Your son blinked at him curiously. “Papa said not to tell this to mama, but when I asked, he was actually trying to give me a brother or sister to play with when he squished mama on the bed the other day.”

Nanami felt a vein about to burst at the very implication. In hindsight, he shouldn’t be surprised at Gojo Satoru’s unrefined parenting skills but then again, anything that annoying clown did always managed to surprise him one way or another. He let out a long sigh.

“Kid, forget what your father said.”

“Huh? Is that not true then?”

“Report this to your mother, yeah? Ask her too, she will have better answers for you.”

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daisynik7 · 5 months

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Cure for a Hangover

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbor Kishibe, age gap (I’m thinking at least fifteen years, Kishibe pushing mid-forties, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s), alcohol consumption, p*rn no plot, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), blowjob, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, pet names (sweetheart, angel, kiddo)

Summary: Kishibe is your mysterious, brooding, and significantly older next-door neighbor. You’ve lived beside him for a while now, only exchanging basic pleasantries out of politeness, never anything more. One night, he comes home drunk, or so he thinks. It’s not his door he’s slumped again; it’s yours.

Author’s Notes: It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe and I really do miss it. This old man continues to do wonders to me, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @demonwoman (bc Kishibe using kiddo as a pet name is living in my head rent free thanks to you)

part 3 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

It’s not often that you’re met with a man slumped against your door, but here you are, staring down at your next-door neighbor, Kishibe, doing just that.

It’s past two in the morning now, and you’ve just come back from your own night out with your friends. You’re not nearly as drunk as you were three hours ago, after pounding glasses of Chardonnay while watching cheesy romance movies at your best friend’s apartment. And you’re certainly not as inebriated as the man before you, who absolutely reeks of liquor, even from a small distance away.

You inspect the scene thoroughly, unsure what to do in this scenario. Kishibe is basically a stranger to you. Sure, you’ve exchanged basic pleasantries here and there over that past year since you moved in. That’s as far as it goes. You have no idea what his profession is, though you have a solid guess as to what it could be, given his work attire and overall physique. While you’ve never run into one yourself, devils run rampart in Tokyo, hell-bent on causing chaos wherever they spawn. Kishibe looks like a Devil Hunter, whose job is to eliminate these monsters. It’s intriguing, that’s for sure, but you’ve never mustered the courage to ask him about it, leaving him to maintain his mysterious demeanor.

However, right now, you don’t see a Devil Hunter in front of you. Instead, it’s a simple man who is very drunk and very much in your way.

Deciding to help him, because that’s the only choice you have if you want to get into your apartment, you kneel down to search his overcoat, patting the breast pocket for keys. When you find nothing, you move to his pants, retrieving only his phone. His eyes are closed and he’s snoring, blissfully unaware of your predicament in his drunken stupor. You take this time to study his face. He’s looks much older up close; not only that, he’s even more handsome than you originally thought. There’s a prominent scar running from his mouth to his jaw, surely an interesting story behind it. You’re tempted to trace it delicately with your finger, but you ultimately resist the urge, snapping out of it to investigate his phone for any clues.

There are several missed calls and texts from a person named Kenji. You use the Face ID feature to unlock his phone, thanking the universe that even with his eyes shuts, it works. Not wanting to pry more than necessary, you check the most recent texts for the answer to your question: Where the hell are his keys?

Kenji: you left your keys at the bar, come back now. I’m closing up soon

Kenji: I’m not waiting for your ass

Kenji: I’m leaving, get them tomorrow

You read over the messages once more, groaning quietly to yourself at your dumb luck. Desperate now, you resort to the next logical step.

“Hey,” you say, tapping him lightly on the cheek, rousing him awake. “Kishibe.”

Slowly, but surely, he opens his eyes, half-lidded, struggling to focus on you. “Huh?” His breath is heavy with liquor, most likely whiskey. His voice is deep and gravelly, and you hate admitting that’s it’s almost sexy. Well, not almost. It is sexy.

Letting the inappropriate thought fade, you say, “You’re at the wrong apartment. This is mine.”

He blinks three times, opening his eyes properly to stare at you, expression confused. “Am I dead?”

You bite your lip, holding back laughter. “No, you’re not.”

“Am I in heaven?”

You shake your head, repeating, “No, you’re not.”

“Then why is there any angel here with me?” He sounds sincere, and you can’t help but break out into a genuine smile.

“I’m not an angel,” you reply, giggling.

His lips curve into a cocky grin. “You sure? You look like one to me.” Cheeky bastard, hitting on you while he’s plastered. And look at you, finding it endearing when he does.

Slightly more relaxed, you slide the phone into his breast pocket, standing up to unlock your door. You can’t just leave him out here all night, so you decide to let him stay with you until he’s sober enough to call a locksmith. You jiggle the keys, turning the knob to open the door, and suddenly, there’s a loud thud, and then a delayed, “Ow.” He’s laid flat in the middle of your doorway, hitting his head on the hardwood. You feel guilty, not having the foresight to see this coming. His body is much sturdier than you anticipated.

You kneel down, apologizing. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

He winces, rubbing the back of his skull, then gives you a goofy smile. “I’ll be fine. Think I can get a kiss to make it feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him, once again unable to contain your laughter. “I’ll get you some ice. Let’s get you to the couch first, okay?”

Somehow, some way, whether it’s spurred by adrenaline or desperation to finally get some sleep in your own bed, you manage to haul him up by the armpits and drag him the short distance to your couch. You fluff a pillow and place it under his head, making it as comfortable as possible for him. “I’ll get the ice now.”

Before you can stand up, he grabs your wrist, gripping you tightly. “What about my kiss?”

“Nope. Not happening. I bet you don’t even know my name,” you challenge him.

He doesn’t respond, loosening his hold so you can get up. You fill a plastic bag with ice, returning to surround the back of his head with it. Eventually, he utters your name, eyes closed while he relaxes to your touch. He peeks at you with one eye open, waiting for you to confirm.

You nod, grinning. “So, you do know my name.”

“Can I get my kiss now?” he teases, gazing at you.

You shake your head. “Definitely not. I will not take advantage of a drunk person, that’s fucked up.”

He sighs, exhaling deeply, broad chest rising and falling. “Yeah, you’re right. I knew you were a good girl.”

You try not to hang on to those words, especially the last two, already fluttering below your belly over it. Grabbing his hand to replace yours, you instruct him to keep it there while you return to the kitchen to pour him a large glass of water. Within the short amount of time you’re gone, he falls asleep, his hand barely holding onto to the ice pack.

You smile to yourself, setting the glass of water down on the coffee table to continue attending to his minor injury. After a while, when you notice that there isn’t any bump or swelling developing, you stop icing him. He snores peacefully in a deep sleep, no sign of waking up anytime soon. As gingerly as you can, you remove his overcoat, draping it over the back of the couch. You set his phone next to the glass of water, for easy access. His tie looks tight around his collar, so you loosen it. Finally, you remove his shoes from his feet, laying them by the front door near your own pair. You’re certain he’ll wake up in the morning, feeling like shit, so you place a bottle of painkillers by his phone in case he needs them.

It's past three now by the time you’re dressed down in your pajamas and snuggled in bed. You keep the door ajar, listening to Kishibe’s steady breathing in the living room, treating it like white noise to help you fall fast asleep.

~~~

Kishibe wakes up with his head throbbing. He stares up at the ceiling, not recognizing it as his own. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that this isn’t his apartment.

He turns, seeing his phone, a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers on the coffee table arm’s reach of him. Slowly, he sits up, grimacing from the pain, downing all the water in three large gulps. He checks his phone, thankfully still on its last leg of battery. It’s almost eleven on a Saturday morning and he’s sure Kenji, his bartender friend, is already awake, preparing for the day.

“Kenji,” he mutters, throat hoarse from last night’s festivities.

His friend first berates him for forgetting his keys, then laughs when Kishibe explains that somehow, some way, he managed to fall asleep on someone else’s couch. He could have woken up in worst conditions, that’s for sure.

Kenji agrees to stop by after running his errands, in about two hours or so. Beggars can’t be choosers, so Kishibe has no choice but to wait. When they’re phone conversation is over, he sinks back into the cushions, trying to piece everything together from just a few hours ago. He recalls snippets of it, and he grows increasingly embarrassed as the memories play vividly in his brain. He’s certain he called his neighbor an angel, and even more sure that he was begging her for a kiss. How shit-faced was he to compel him to do that? Obviously, very. How could he let his intrusive thoughts blurt out of his mouth like that?

Call it cliché or whatever, but yes, Kishibe is attracted his young, pretty neighbor next door. However, he’s held off on making a move because he doesn’t want to make things between them awkward. Once he crosses that line, their relationship gets more complicated. And the devil knows that Kishibe doesn’t do complicated. So, he’s content with gazing from afar, exchanging basic small talk with one another whenever they pass each other in the hallway. That’s as far as it’s gone with her, and that’s as far as it will go.

Of course, that’s all fucked up now thanks to his drunken antics from last night.

Before he can make his move, he hears a bedroom door creak open from behind him. She comes out, looking fresh out of the shower, dressed in skimpy pajama bottoms that are short enough to expose that tantalizing curve right below her ass. Surely, she’s doing this on purpose, right? She has to know how fucking sexy she looks right now, there’s no way she doesn’t.

He clears his throat, preparing to explain himself right off the bat to avoid an awkward confrontation. But he’s rendered momentarily speechless when she flashes a bright smile at him. “Morning, Kishibe.”

He huffs out a short laugh. “Morning.”

She steps towards him, sitting at the opposite end of the couch by his feet. Her shorts ride up and he’s sure he can see the lacey outline of her panties. Or maybe it’s just his perverse imagination, who knows at this point. “How are you feeling?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

He grunts. “Like shit,” he answers. “But it could be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” she teases, patting his knee.

His head pounds from his hangover, though it’s his heartbeat that thumps loudly against his eardrums, aroused by her touch. He has got to control himself. Doing his best to distract her from the raging boner growing beneath his slacks, he asks, “What happened last night?”

She explains her account of the evening in detail, her voice soft and soothing, cautious of his current headache. She leaves out the parts where he embarrasses himself, which he’s grateful for, not wanting to relive the humiliation. When she’s done, she offers, “If you want, you can take a shower while you wait for your friend to arrive. I can get you some towels. I even have a toothbrush you can use.”

He raises a brow at her. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

“Do you need someone to tell you that you stink? I thought it was pretty obvious given the state you’re in,” she quips, matching his expression.

He laughs, genuinely amused by her response. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

She leads him into her bathroom, showing him how to work the knob for hot water, pointing out the shampoo, conditioner, and soap kept neatly on a corner shelf of her bathtub. She lingers for a bit while he starts the shower, then hands him a clean towel and new toothbrush. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Surprisingly, he makes it through his shower without succumbing to the temptation to touch himself. As degenerate as he can be, he still has some sense of respect and pride in him, enough to resist masturbating in his neighbor’s shower. He does, however, give her shampoo and conditioner bottles an extra-long sniff.

He dries off, scrubbing his hair with the towel, cleaning behind his ears with cotton swabs, checking his piercings. Towel wrapped around his waist, he brushes his teeth, making sure to go the full two minutes, scrubbing his tongue after. He hasn’t made the best impression so far, so he figures he should try to change that now, if there’s still a chance. Feeling fresh and clean, he stares down at his clothes in a pile on the floor. Even from where he stands, he can smell them, almost like they’ve been diluted in liquor and musk. Without thinking, he steps out of the bathroom, calling out her name. “Got any clothes I could borrow?”

She’s in the kitchen when he comes out, leaning over the stove as she cooks something that smells wonderful. She turns to face him, staring wide-eyed as he stands almost naked in the middle of her living room. Her gaze drifts down his bare body, lingering on his sculpted abs, then at the towel wrapped precariously around his waist. She snaps out of it in time, saying, “I don’t. Sorry.”

“My clothes fucking stink and I don’t want to wear them right now. Mind if I just walk around like this?”

“Sure. I mean, I don’t mind.” She focuses her attention back to the pan, continuing to cook what looks like scrambled eggs.

He knows this is a bizarre request, though this day couldn’t get any more bizarre than it already is, can it?

~~~

You’re not exactly sure how to refuse Kishibe’s request to walk around half naked in your apartment, so instead, you agree to it, claiming that you don’t mind. In actuality, you mind very much, simply because you can’t help but fantasize about the delicious sight beneath the towel. One wrong move like a bump to the hip is all it takes to see that pesky cover fall down. Geez, when did you become such a pervert? And for an old man?!

Desperate for a distraction, you maintain focus on the eggs in front of you. While he was in the shower, you decided to start breakfast, something hearty to combat that hangover of his. Scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage, comforting foods to soak up the remaining alcohol left in his body. He makes his way towards you, scooting a chair out from the table to take a seat. He strategically maneuvers himself to not accidentally expose you, though you really don’t mind if he does. Again, perverted thoughts, shame on you!

Finished cooking, you scoop the eggs out onto his plate and the other meant for you. He thanks you, taking a whiff of his breakfast, a small smile on his face. “Smells good.”

You pass him another glass of liquid, this one filled with an electrolyte drink meant for hydration after a night of drinking. “Drink this. It’ll help with your hangover.”

He eyes it suspiciously, then takes a gulp without questioning it further.

The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, ignoring the obvious tension hanging in the air. From your peripheral, you notice the glint of steel hooked to his ear lobe. Piercings, which you never noticed before. Sexy.

He ends up finishing his entire meal, popping a few painkillers to chase it all down. He even chugs the electrolyte drink, claiming it isn’t so bad. While you take the last few bites of your toast, he excuses himself to brush his teeth again. You’re surprised at how hygienic he is, considering how he appeared before you just mere hours ago, hunched against your front door covered in his own liquor-soaked sweat. You take the plates, stacking them in the sink to wash for later. How much longer is his friend going to take to arrive here? You’re getting nervous, thinking of other ways to fill this gap of time without making your attraction to him so obvious.

You sit on the couch, turning the TV on to a random sitcom with the volume low, listening to the rush of water from the faucet inside the bathroom. When it stops, you try to find a comfortable position to sit in. It’s only now that you realize how short your pajama bottoms are; they ride all the way up your thighs and you can practically see your underwear through them. It’s too late to change when Kishibe returns, still clad in just a towel, taking a seat on the other side of the couch a safe distance beside you. It’s silent for a brief moment, neither of you knowing what to say in this odd situation. You shift nervously, tugging at the hem of your shorts.

“Thank you,” he starts, avoiding your gaze, staring ahead at the television. “For taking care of me. Must have been annoying to deal with a drunken old man.”

You smile, relaxing. “It wasn’t so bad. Besides, I couldn’t just leave you out there like that. Someone could have taken advantage of you.”

“Like you almost did?” he smirks, facing you now.

Laughing, you meet his gaze. “You remember that?”

“I do.” He spreads his legs apart just barely, towel draped dangerously over his knee, almost ready to slip.

You swallow hard, avoiding a glance in that direction, heat surrounding your cheeks. “Well, I was a good girl, remember? I didn’t do anything.”

He hums, nodding slowly, eyes drilling into yours. “You were a very good girl.”

Your breath hitches and you find yourself gravitating towards him, scooting closer. He grins, the scar on his cheek curving with it, voice low and seductive. “You gonna be bad for me now?”

“Only if you want me to,” you purr, sliding your hand beneath the towel, up his thigh, arousal pooling between your legs. Fuck it. He wants it, you want it. There’s no denying it anymore.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, pulling you in for a kiss. His mouth is cool and minty against yours, the remnants of toothpaste lingering in his spit. You slurp it up, hungry for any taste of him. He removes the towel from his waist, shrugging it to the floor, leaving him completely naked. You glance at his lap and bite back a moan, amazed at how fucking big he is, way too eager to have him inside you, desperate to be filled to the brim.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” he chuckles, wrapping his fist around the shaft, stroking it.

“Not bad at all,” you smile, stripping out of your clothes hastily, kneeling between his legs with your mouth open.

He feeds you his cock, humming when you surround him in your wet heat, swallowing him to the hilt. One hand grips the back of your head, guiding you gently up and down his shaft. “You’re filthy, taking your neighbor’s cock like this. Who knew you’d be such a slut?” he mutters, caressing the side of your face with his other hand. “Touch yourself while I fuck this filthy mouth. Get that pretty pussy wet for me.”

You obey, spurred on by his vulgarity, reaching for your arousal, rubbing your throbbing clit with fast fingers. His cock hits the back of your throat and you guzzle him down to resist gagging, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. He moans, bucking his hips slightly, enraptured by you. With his thumb, he brushes away a tear welling at the corner of your eye, pulling out halfway. “Don’t hurt yourself, kiddo. It’s okay if I’m too much for you.”

You release him completely, moving down to his balls, nuzzling your nose to them. “I can take it, don’t worry.”

He clicks his teeth, beckoning you on the couch, almost like you’re being scolded for something you weren’t supposed to do. You roll your eyes, sitting beside him begrudgingly. He leans close to you, hot on your ear, one hand sliding between your legs while the other continues to stroke his dick. “I want to touch you too. That okay?”

You whine in response, tugging him in for a passionate kiss. He massages deep circles around your clit, fingers squelching from your slick gathering along your entrance. “I want a taste,” he growls, splitting apart your thighs, staring at your glistening cunt.

You nod, sinking into the couch, relinquishing all control to him. You let your pleasured moans speak for you as he dives into your pussy, eating you out sloppily. His facial hair grazes against you with each careful stroke of his tongue and you ache to see his chin shiny with your cum. Eventually, he slips inside you, pumping two digits in and out, mouth still working your bud. Soon, it becomes too much and you’re gushing for him, whimpering his name with ragged breaths, soaking his face in your essence.

He chuckles, the vibrations resonating to your clit, causing you to twitch with overstimulation. “That’s my girl, making such a mess for me.”

“Fuck me, Kishibe,” you breathe out, craving to be stuffed full of him. You’re reeling from your high, and if he’s not inside you soon, you’re sure you’ll go insane.

He hoists you up onto his lap, precum oozing from the tip of his dick. “How about you fuck me? Show me how much of a slut you are.”

Too fucked out to argue, you lift up on your knees, position him to your wet hole, sinking down slowly. He slides in easily, pussy sleek from your previous orgasm. It’s better than you imagined, every inch of him stimulating every inch of you. You savor it, rocking against him slowly. He kisses along on your neck, trailing to your nipples to suckle on them. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he moans, thrusting up into you to match your rhythm. “Take this cock however you like. It’s all yours.”

You bounce on him faster, whimpering into his mouth as you kiss him. He palms your ass cheeks, squeezing them in his firm grip, delivering a few loud smacks that echo off the walls of your living room, stinging your skin. “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl. Knew it the moment I met you,” he growls, pressing his thumb to your swollen clit. “Always wanted you like this.”

You kiss him harder at his confession, your chest swelling, pussy fluttering. You’re approaching another climax, teetering on the edge. As if he senses it, he tightens his hold on you, fucking into you faster, deeper. “Come for me, angel. Come on this cock.”

And you do, clenching him with your orgasm, making him mutter, “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming with you.” He shoots his load inside you, filling you up, just like you wanted.

It takes a moment for the two of you to catch your breaths, relaxing into each other’s arms, exchanging soft kisses without speaking. You study his face again, similar to how you did just several hours before, when he was slumped against your door, drunk. You thought he was handsome then, even more so now. “How’s your hangover?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “Much better.”

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Breakfast

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: Ellie's in your house again

"Ellie," You say," What are you doing?"

She swears, jumping out of her skin and dropping the frying pan to the ground. "Jesus Christ," She gasps in her stupid accent," What are you doing here, kiddo?"

"This is my house," You reply," What are you doing here?"

Ellie's your Mamma's new girlfriend. Before her was Beth when you lived in England and now that you're in France, it's Ellie. You don't really know how you feel about Ellie just yet.

She makes Mamma happy, that's true, but she's in your house too often for your liking and the sting of Mamma's breakup with Beth is still a little too fresh in your mind.

"I slept round," Ellie says, bending to pick up the dropped frying pan and place it on the stove," And now I'm making breakfast."

You stare at her in suspicion before nodding. "Cool," You say," I'm going to see Mamma."

Ellie catches your arm before you can leave and you frown at her.

"Daan's still asleep," She says," Don't wake her up, kid."

Mamma always tells you not to do exactly what other people say without getting something out of it yourself so you cross your arms over your chest.

"What do I get if I don't?"

Ellie groans and you pull your arm away and take a firm step towards Mamma's closed door.

"Hey! No, wait! Wait! I'll...er...You like pancakes? I can make you pancakes."

You think about it for a minute.

"With syrup?"

"With syrup."

"Okay."

You hopped up onto one of the seats at the kitchen island and waited, just staring.

It was clear that Ellie didn't really know what to do with you. She had never really interacted with you on her own. You were Daan's kid and she was Daan's new girlfriend. It was only right that you seemed a little aloof around her.

You were older now than Ellie knew you were when you had interacted with Daan's previous girlfriends. You had your own opinions now and, clearly, one of these opinions was that you didn't really enjoy this veritable stranger in your house.

"Is it hot all the time in Australia?" You ask suddenly.

Ellie begins to mix her batter. "No, not always. It gets cold in the winter like everywhere else."

You made a noncommittal noise and reached out for some of the fruit in the fruit bowl. "Did you have a girlfriend before my Mamma?"

"I did."

"But Mamma's better." It wasn't a question and you bite into your apple as you kick your legs in boredom, sparing a look back at Mamma's closed door.

"Er...yeah," Ellie replies, finally putting the first of her batter into the pan," I guess you can put it like that. Me and your Mamma just fit better."

"Mamma and Beth used to fit," You say," Before we left and they argued. I'm not Beth's baby so they can't share me like my friends who have divorced parents get shared."

Ellie doesn't quite know how to respond to that as she plates up a pile of pancakes for you and a pile of pancakes for Daan.

"Mamma and Beth argued and argued and I never got to see them because they didn't like letting me see them angry. People who used to fit don't always end up fitting properly."

"I-I'm not trying to take Daan from you," Ellie says eventually. She's not looking at you but she's stopped plating up food to talk. "Look, kiddo, I'm dating your Mamma. And I don't plan on breaking up anytime soon." She turns around to look at you. "I understand that this is new to you and you're probably still a little hung up about Mead but I'm not going anywhere and neither of you. Can we just coexist?"

You stare at her for a moment before standing. You're not very tall for your age but it doesn't stop you from walking like your Ellie's height, sidling up next to her and scraping the pancakes meant for Daan onto your plate.

"Mamma doesn't like pancakes for breakfast," You tell Ellie," She has gross yoghurt and oats and some cut-up fruit." You reach for the squeezy bottle of syrup. "It's in the fridge."

Ellie looks at you in disbelief. You've somehow smuggled all of the pancakes onto your plate even though it was meant to be split between you and Daan.

"She likes the chocolate protein shake better than the mango one!" You also repeat before scampering off to wait by Daan's door.

You don't enter without Ellie but once she opens the door, you've bolted over to Daan.

"I was nice," You announce to your Mamma, who sits up in bed wide awake and looking like she had been for a while now," Promise."

Ellie slides back into bed on your other side, forcing you in the middle of them as she passes Daan her breakfast bowl. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to catch y/n watching you from the hallway," Daan replies," And long enough to send her in to bond with you."

"Didn't bond," You insist through a mouthful of food," Just talked."

Daan smiles fondly at you, collecting some of the syrup from your plate with a finger and sticking it into her mouth. "Of course," She says," Because you're too cool to bond with your Mamma's new girlfriend."

You shrug but then quietly admit," Ellie made me pancakes. I guess she's kind of cool sometimes."

For some reason, that makes Ellie feel more proud and triumphant than any Champion's League medal ever could. She feels smug which Daan definitely spots from the way that she rolls her eyes.

"Cool enough to join us at the park today?"

You begrudgingly sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."

#woso x reader #ellie carpenter x reader #ellie carpenter #danielle van de donk x reader #danielle van de donk #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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g-xix · 3 months

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🔞Eating Out HC's | Sidemen

Ethan: ~no comment~

Harry: -Wants you sat on his face -Would grip your thighs HARD whilst you ride his tongue, involuntarily leaving little fingertip-shaped bruises on your flesh -Loves the feeling of his head between your thighs too, just squeezing and giving him that light headed euphoria -Looking down you'd just see his eyes closed n him completely blissed out, all too happy to have your pussy against his mouth

JJ: -Has you lying down whilst he goes between your thighs -Loves the feeling of you threading your hands between his dreads and pulling them whilst he works -Always edges you, stopping right before you cum, so that he can fuck you and make you cum instead -leaves a fuck-tonne of hickeys against your thighs as a reminder for the next day

Josh -Back arching from the mattress as your legs are suspended on his shoulders, got yours quads cramping up when you're coming -deffo has a long ass tongue, so he's hitting spots you haven't felt hit in your LIFE when he goes down -Beard keeps your thighs BURNING the day after, when each step has your thighs rubbing and irritating that burn between your thighs - a mere reminder of Josh's presence there the day prior

Simon ~no comment~

Vik ~No~

Tobi: -Wears rings on his fingers which are always cold against your thighs as he has his hands on your legs, spreading them whilst he works -I feel like he'd try do it somewhere different every time- like, the bedroom is for sex but foreplay? He'd eat you out bent over the table, whilst you're on the sofa, one time even whilst you were at your desk tryna work -Would test you, see how many rounds you can go and how little time you'd need to recover before he can go back in -Mf would be so big on praise every time you finished, telling you how well you did

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it's lowkey kinda crazy how short this list is, considering it feels wrong to write ab Simon, Vik n Ethan (given they're married/have a kiddo) and this is pretty much for sure the last oneshot imma post ab Josh considering he's j gotten engaged (CONGRATS BBG!!!)

But either ways, i kinda like this concept a lot... Who shall I write it for next?:

when the poll is ended n decided, i'll post the next one! >:)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

And here's my WATTPAD, with 50+ more oneshots to read

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goblinwithartsupplies · 10 months

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Pjo x dc

Mostly Billy Batson

Hear me out. Captain Marvel/Billy Batson is aware of the Greek gods for obvious reasons.

However he isn’t aware of camp half blood and the fact demigods are still around.

The demigods are very aware of Captain Marvel. Lots of them are jealous of him because he is gets special treatment. A lot of campers think he’s some ancient son of Zeus. Luke castellan wanted to punch him because Captain Marvel had mercury’s blessing.

Captain Marvel/ Billy is basically the gods errand boy. He protects magical places and fixes magic problems. But only when they interact to closely with other pantheons and other magical spheres.

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Billy is a son of Hermes. He doesn't figure out he's a demigod until he comes across Hermes while being captain marvel.

Billy is captain marvel and has to do something with Hermes and they have to be discreet. So Billy powers down. And suddenly Hermes is staring at his 10 year old son.

Hermes: yea we're going to be subtle here. I don't think a 6'4" champion of the gods is going to be very subtle.

Captain Marvel: oh no problem. SHAZAM!

Billy: this subtle enough?

Hermes: BILLY?!?!

Billy: how'd you know my name?

Hermes: I'm not sure how to tell you this kiddo but l'm your father.

Billy a homeless child who has seen weirder at this point: cool can I have some money? I'm sorta homeless.

Hermes pulling out a pamphlet for camp half blood: I have a better idea.

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Hermes actually takes Billy to camp personally. The entire camp had an aneurism when they found out that not only Captain Marvel a demigod he’s also like 12.

The Hermes cabin looks at Billy who has been overworked since he became Captain Marvel and is terrified he’ll turn out like Luke. Connor actually gives Billy Luke’s old bunk.

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The Hecate cabin loves Billy because they get to talk about how annoying Constantine is and how awesome Zatana is.

This love strengthens when Billy finds Alabaster running around and Billy lets Alabaster stay in the cave of wonders. (They miss their brother)

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Percy meets Captain Marvel

Percy: so you have the strength of Hercules? AND the stamina of Atlas?

Captain Marvel: yep! I’ve even met them.

Percy pulling out riptide: so have I. You ever heard of Zöe Nightshade?

Captain marvel: no….

Percy: thought not. So the next time you see Hercules you’re gonna…

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Annabeth: the wisdom of SOLOMON! What’s wrong with the wisdom of Athena?!

Billy: I don’t know he isn’t even Greek or Roman! I’m just as confused! Some of them three of them aren’t even gods! They’re demigods and a titan!

Annabeth: and you’re blessed by Mercury but you’re a son of Hermes!

Billy: I know! He says I’m a walking headache.

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Some villain: HA I’ve depowerd you Captain Marvel! Now that you’ve lost your ability to fly you won’t be able to stop me!

Billy: yeah about that. Maia! *winged sneakers start to fly*

Some villain: oh come on!

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the justice league is oddly connected to the gods

Lois Lane is a Daughter of Apollo. Superman gets his powers from the sun think about it.

Oliver Queen and Roy Harper while not demigods are favored by Apollo. Apollo gave them the gift of clear sight. Apollo has flirted with both of them and Lois hates it.

Batfam are demigods mostly of various minor gods. The mist around Gotham is really weak. Most Gotham demigods never go to camp because Gotham has its own system for demigods. Gotham demigods are aware of ALL the pantheons.

Bruce is a Roman legacy of Nox (Nyx) and Pavor (Phobos). Self explanatory. He only served a few years in camp Jupiter saying that he had a mortal life to deal with aka Batman stuff.

Alfred has a small altar dedicated to Hestia/Vesta both in the kitchen and by a fireplace in the batcave

Steph is such a Hermes kid. Cluemaster is her step father but she didn’t know that until she was claimed. She is a distant legacy of Apollo through her mother.

Dick is a son of Hebe. He never looks over 23. His parents are still his parents it’s more of a 3 parents situation.

Jason is a son of Nemesis and a legacy of the Celtic god Ogma (knowledge god) I also like the idea of him being a son of Hermes. Imagine Hermes picking up Jason’s soul when he died.

Tim is a distant legacy of Athena and a son of Nike.

Harley Quinn is a defendant of Dionysus specifically of his god of madness form.

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navvyu · 10 months

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eyyy can i request lilia hcs with Yuu!reader who is like

just became like another kid of his-??

like they are always chatting with him excitedly, which sometimes makes the fae petting their head

(not mentioning them bickering with sebek 24/7) but overall they make a good company

sorry if too much bye <3

AN: Thanks for requesting! i wasn't really sure what to title this so i hope its what you asked for (°ー°〃) (i also wrote this as platonic) btw this came out WAY longer than i thought it would so- yeah :).

Lilia with a reader that he helps open up / Lilia (emotionally) adopts reader

*not beta read

includes: lilia (platonic) + mentions of sebek, silver, and malleus

lilia

the second lilia met you, he was trying to get you to loosen up

lilia often follows you around and talks to you even if you don't respond or seem cold to him

he can acknowledge that it takes time for one to build trust so he doesn't push more than he needs to

once you open up to him (and the rest of diasomnia) he he ecstatic!

He often matches your energy when your excited or just overall happy

Lilia loves watching you interact with the rest of diasomnia, it fills him with an odd sense of pride

Lilia also is NOT afraid to run across half the campus to give you a quick hug before you go to your next class

If your having trouble with any of your classes, he's willing to help you out or study with you

while your both in the lounge, lilia might play/style your hair just for fun

attempts to cook for you on multiple occasions, you can guess how that ends up...

Lilia enjoys listening to you rant about anything, trash talking somebody? He's 100% agreeing with you. Non-stop talking about something that interests you? He's giving occasional commentary. Talking about how you got some good grades on something? He's cheering you on.

He finds it amusing when he stumbles upon you and Sebek being very passive-aggressive to each other, he might step in if it gets too heated but usually he just watches you laughing silently

Seeing you and Silver together just warms his old heart!

Additionally, seeing you and Malleus hang out makes him happy for Malleus, but he's also happy that you decided to hang out with Malleus

"Well Kiddo, how about we go buy you something nice! Why? What do you mean why? Can't your old man wanna buy you something?"

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himbo-in-limbo · 8 months

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[a random head canon thingy idk cuz my I pad is charging n I can't draw rn 😞] Glamrock Bonnie/Glamrock Freddy

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I like to think Bonnie often goes off on his guitar during live performances (leaning towards it sounding like heavy metal) n often forgets he's playing for children LMAO

The kids love it regardless but the gangs like "dude again?" His longest solo was like a good 3 minutes...

He craves to have artistic freedom, I'm assuming the rest do as well tbh

Imagine hearing Freddy practicing his vocals, since we see chica shredding her guitar in her spare time I wonder if he dose the same?

I bet Freddy also likes to help whichever staff member is doing heavy lifting n he sees them struggling with the cargo n just goes "Oh please it's the least I can do! You all do so much for us, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

Also likes to help because Freddy has trouble just doing nothing...he needs to be doing something!

Or else he gets a bit antsy

Which is why he loves conversing n little tasks!

Bonnie calls the people closest to him "Carrot cake" bc he loves it sm and he loves them sm

In terms of the OG Trio I see chica being the one they protect the most like that's their baby sister to them 🥺♥️

Side note that it's a shame we don't have enough interactions between chica n Freddy in the game...

Like I wanna know if their just as close to each other as Freddy and Bonnie were

Bonnie gets excited hearing stories that the staff members tell him (if he's friends with em) about the outside world...

He LOVE'S it when they share their favorite music with him! He likes to analyze the guitar solos n usually that sneaks into the next concert hehe

He wants to go outside so bad...he often looks outside any windows and wishes he could just step outside for a bit...

This is also something I think the rest have in common.

They are happy working with the kids! They love their job! They would just like to feel the sun n quite literally touch grass...at least once!

Going back to Bonnie loving carrot cake he dose actually have a slight problem with it similar to chica...just don't leave your slice unattended with him, like a magic trick it'll disappear ✨

I like to think Bonnie originally didn't have eye liner but he saw one of the staff members have some on and he just told them "I want that! Can you put that on me?!" And ever since then it's been a part of his iconic look

Freddy laughs to hard at simple jokes like dad jokes kill him, which is why when he tells them sometimes he can't finish the joke 💀

His laugh is so cute n contagious 😭♥️

Everyone groans but they laugh at Freddy's reaction anyways

Bonnie's laugh is dorky, he snorts on occasion and the others call him out n he gets embarrassed

All in good fun of course!

If Bonnie were to blush I like to imagine that his whole face goes red like you can always tell when he's flustered hehe

Honestly I believe Freddy has that classy rizz, like he's such a gentleman, he'd court you properly is all I'm saying

As for Bonnie he's flirty, if he likes you he'll be teasing you a lot

He likes to bully his crush a tiny bit by making em all flustered, and yes he challenges you to bowling quite often!

It's his favorite bonding activity what can you do

He's such a good teacher for bowling too! Has to be for the kiddos of course!

All in all these boys have a heart of gold

They'll inspire you in some way n leave you feeling happy! And you do the same for them! Their still learning how to modify their hugging power tho!

It's strong! 🧡💙

#glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #glamrock fronnie #idk #limbo writes #drabble #fnaf sb #security breach #headcanon #im still waiting for my ipad to finish charging...

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pascalscoffin · 4 months

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Away From The Devil pt. V

Full Pedro Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pt. VI

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Yeah it’s all rewritten with the reader added in if ya don’t like it don’t read it. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is around 24, Joel is 56. Joel talks about almost killing himself. Cursing. No Pun Intended: Volume Too by Will Livingston. Descriptions of people dying and violence (children as well) guys it’s like gross there I’m sorry. (It’s at the end so you technically could skip it but I do recommend reading it)

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As promised, as soon as Ellie was awake the next morning, the three of you set off again. You thought about last night, your talk with Joel, how the air had gotten thicker the longer the two of you sat alone together. How he’d looked with the moonlight and light from the fire shining on him, accentuating his features.

Joel really was an attractive man, mature features with a peppered beard and gray dusting his hair that all seemed darker when he was by a fire or in any kind of light that wasn’t direct sun. You hadn’t really been paying much attention to Joel and Ellie, listening just enough to hear Ellie spill out Joel’s entire plan before he even says anything, which makes you laugh a little.

Joel seems shocked but a little proud of her, as Ellie walked off you caught up with him and patted his shoulder. “She’s a natural.” You grinned and headed inside with her, Joel grumbling and following close behind.

As you stepped inside you started looking around, looking at the lofted ceiling when Joel mentioned going up it. He lifted Ellie up onto the platform and the two of you watched as she climbed up and grabbed the ladder.

“Woah!” The ladder slid from Ellie’s hands as she ran off. Joel didn’t have a good enough grip on it so it started to slip through his hands also. Thankfully, you managed to grab it before it could hit the floor. “God damnit. Ellie! Just wait!” He shouted, setting the ladder up and climbing up, you followed quickly and the two of you went looking for Ellie.

“Come on!” Ellie yelled, you and Joel watching her weave around columns, looking back and waving for the two of you to follow her. “Come on hurry up! Up here!” She shouted. You and Joel followed her voice quickly, looking around as you walked up a flight of wooden stairs, a red hue covering you and Joel as you glanced at him. God he even looked good in this lighting!

When you found Ellie she was watching a giraffe up close as it munched on some leaves that were growing out the side of the blown out wall. “Don’t scare it.” She whispered when you and Joel got closer. Joel looked at her as he set his gun down and shook his head. “We won’t.” He reached out and grabbed some branches, breaking them off from the wall. “What are you doing?” “It’s okay. Come here, hurry up.”

The giraffe followed the branches as Joel gave them to Ellie, when he offered you some though you shook your head a little. You watched Ellie interact with the giraffe, smiling every time she giggled when it would use its tongue to wrap around the branch and tug it from her hand, just as eager to be fed as she was to feed him.

“So fucking cool... is this one from the zoo?” She asked. “It’s possible.” Joel responded. “They live about 25 or 27 years so if it was young enough, yeah.” He looked at her and you could see that softness on his face again, the same softness he’d had when he was talking to you about her last night.

Ellie grinned widely. “Cool.” She said softly, stepping back when the giraffe turned and started to walk away. “Aw where’s she going?” She turned and ran off in the other direction. “Come on. Come on come on come on.”

You looked at Joel and laughed softly before turning and running off after her. “Come on, old man.” You teased before jogging up the stairs and through the door at the top of them. “Holy shit..” you whispered, stepping up to the edge next to Ellie, watching the giraffe walk with its family.

You were so focused on the giraffes you didn’t really pay attention to the sound of Joel coming through the door and stepping up beside Ellie. “So… is it everything ya hoped for?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.

“It’s got its ups and downs. But you can’t deny that view.” You smiled softly, silently agreeing with her. Joel let out a soft chuckle and looked over at her, then back down at the edge. “Look, I don’t know where this hospital is-“ “yeah, but we’ll find it.”

“Sure. It’s just… maybe there’s nothing bad out there, but so far there’s always been something bad out there.” “We’re still here, though. We met y/n.” She gestured towards you. “I know.” Joel nodded. “I’m only saying there’s risk. We don’t have to do this.” He took a step closer to Ellie. You raised a brow and stepped back a little. “I just- I want you to know that.”

When Ellie had told you she was immune, that they were going to find Fireflies to make a cure out of her blood, she’d been so happy, so proud. You wondered if it made her feel like a superhero, hell you’d probably feel like one if the cure to the world was pumping under your skin.

Ellie shook her head a little as she looked at Joel. “What do you mean? What else are we supposed to do?” “Nothin’. We just go back to Tommy’s. We forget about the whole damn thing.” Ellie looked at him for a second before speaking.

“After everything we’ve been through… everything I’ve done… it can’t be for nothing.” This had been Ellie’s one goal the whole time, she was always talking about what comes after she saves the world. You were a little shocked Joel was even considering turning around at this point, he’s not the type.

“I know you mean well. I know you wanna protect me. You have. And when we’re done we’ll go wherever you want. Tommy’s, Sheep Ranch,” Sheep Ranch? “The moon.” You laughed softly to yourself at that, the moon sounded stranger than a sheep ranch but it made sense. “I’ll follow you anywhere you go.” Her and Joel looked at eachother for a while before she took a deep breath. “But there’s no halfway with this. We finish what we started.”

She took one final look at the giraffes and then motioned for you and Joel to come on as she headed off the roof top. You watched her go before looking at Joel as he looked at the giraffes, you hesitated a little before reaching out setting your hand on top of his. “You okay?” You asked softly.

Joel looked at your hand, and then up at you and nodded as he cleared his throat, looking out towards the giraffes as he just barely turned his hand over under yours, and lightly squeezed your fingers. “Let’s go.” He straightened up before sliding his hand from under yours and following the direction Ellie went. You took a deep breath and followed him with a small sigh.

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After making it down from the rooftop you headed out into a little blocked in corner with old tents and armored vehicles now overgrown with weeds. “Was this a FEDRA thing?” Ellie asked curiously. “No. Army. They put these places up all around the first few days after the outbreak-“ the questions was Ellie’s but Joel was addressing you as well, and you were grateful to be included in the conversation, even if just a little. “Emergency medical camps. Obviously didn’t last. They had me in one just like this.” “With Sarah?” You wondered briefly who Sarah was but decided to mention it another time.

“No she was gone already.” “Oh… so what was wrong with you?” “It was for this.” Joel motioned to the scar on his temple and your eyes zeroed in on it, you remembered asking about it, how he’d stiffened and his eyes gazed over for a second before he told you what happened. “Ah the guy who shot and missed.” Ellie responded, nodding. “I figured that would’ve happened later.” “Y’know… me too.” You shrugged a little. “No. Second day.”

“Well I gotta hand it to those army people. They were way better at stitchin’ you up than I was.”You didn’t really notice Joel fall behind until he spoke up. “It was me.” You and Ellie stopped and turned to look at him. “I was the guy who shot and missed.” He looked off to the side as he took his gun off his back and sat down on a ledge as you and Ellie came closer and sat down.

“There’s no story. Sarah died… and I couldn’t see the point anymore. Simple as that. And I wasn’t scared, either. I was ready. I couldn’t have been more ready… when I-” He looked off towards the sky for a minute, shaking his head before looking down and then right back up. You felt so sorry for him, found yourself almost aching to give him a hug, comfort him somehow as he spoke.

“When I.. went to pull the trigger, I-I flinched. Still don’t know why. Anyway, the reason I’m telling ya all this-“ “I know why you’re tellin’ me all this.” “Yeah, I reckon you do.” “So time heals all wounds, I guess.” “It wasn’t time that did it.” You could hear the crack in his voice when he looked at her, his tough resolve starting to melt and crack away all because of this little girl he’d grown attached to.

It took Ellie a second but when she realized she took a slow breath and nodded as she let it out, looking away from him before looking back at him. “Well I’m glad that… that didn’t work out.” “Me, too.” They nodded as eachother and you watched as Joel reached up to “rub his eyes” (aka wipe his beautiful man tears) you smiled softly. You were glad they got to meet eachother. It was obvious it was helping them somewhere to have that connection between them.

“We should probably get going.” Ellie said with a soft sigh. “Yeah.” Joel agreed pretty quickly and the two of them stood up. Jesus it was like being around two guys instead of one. All business no emotion. “You know what I’m in the mood for?” “What?” “Shitty puns.” You laughed as Ellie threw her bag around to her front. “Oh-ho-ho.” She opened the book and said the first joke she saw, like she was planning this.

“People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow.” You laughed as Joel tsked, looking over at him. “Too soon?” Ellie asked. “No, it’s topical.” Joel nodded as Ellie laughed and looked at the book. “Oh I love this one! Moon rocks taste better than earth rocks. Why? Because they’re meteoooorrrr.”

“That’s terrible.” Joel shook his head. “Oh fuck you that was good!” “That’s a- Thats a zero out of ten.” “I don’t know I thought it was pretty good.” Joel have you a ‘really?’ face and you just shrugged as Ellie spoke again. “Alright, alright. What did the green grape, say to the purple grape?” Ellie looked between you and Joel. “Breathe, you idiot.” You laughed and nodded. “I like that one.” “That’s a three out of ten.” “Three?!” You gasped. “Seven, minimum. Uh-uh” Ellie shook her head. “I’ll give it a five. Five out of ten.” “Five?!”

You looked back when you heard a clinking noise and gasped when you felt a tight grip on your arm before Joel was tugging you down with him and Ellie. As the flash bomb exploded your ears started to ring and smoke flooded your vision. The last thing you heard was Ellie and Joel shouting for eachother, just barely seeing Ellie be taken as you heard a distant shout of your own name, you could feel Joel’s hand still grabbing your arm, and then a pain in the back of your head as everything went black.

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Everything around you was burning. Why was everything burning? Your vision was blurred and your eyes stung and all you could hear were frantic screams of your name.

Suddenly, your mom’s face came into view, calling your name. “C’mon, honeybee. We gotta go. It’s not safe here anymore.” You remembered then what was happening, you were curled up under a cot, hands covering your ears as you’d watched the carnage unfold from beneath it.

Women and children ran around behind your mother, children falling and being yanked up by their parents, some (adults) falling and being trampled by the stampede of people trying to get to safety. Where was your dad?

“We can’t leave daddy. Where’s daddy?” “Daddy’s gonna meet us in the car.” Your mother pulled you out from under the bed, her voice shaking as you felt a tear hit your shoulder and dampen your shirt.

“Mommy what’s happening?” You looked around your mother as she held you close, making eye contact with people begging for your mother’s help or ‘please… k-kill me’ coughed out around mouthfuls of blood. “Don’t look. Keep your eyes closed.”

You always had a problem listening, so when your mom told you to keep your eyes closed, you did the opposite, tears streaming down your little face as your mom carried you out of where you were living in the Quarantine Zone, which was pretty much a community dwelling with several families often sleeping in the same area.

You watched as people rolled around on the ground, screaming as their bodies burned, some even reaching towards you with hands that sizzled and popped. People being ripped apart along the street by just… regular people. Not Cordyceps like you’d been warned to stay away from, but regular people.

You didn’t really understand what had happened, why you had to go hide in the middle of your game of patty cake with Ms. Nancy’s daughter Elizabeth. “Lizzie…?” You looked at the ground as you saw a little girl’s body, small like yours with golden yellow hair like Lizzie’s, except the hair was stained red now, messy and knotted from the giant split down the middle, one eye was still intact, peering up at you as your mother ran past her. You could’ve sworn it blinked at you, could’ve sworn Elizabeth had reached for you.

Your mother had just barely made it to the gate before you saw a man stepping out from the shadows behind her and then whistling at her to grab her attention. When she didn’t stop the man chased after her, machete held high in his hand, and just as he was about to bring it down into your tiny little skull, there was a loud pop and then the man was falling to the ground.

Your eyes widened as you watched him fall, your mom didn’t turn around, barely even turned her head as she ran to your dad, who’d been standing outside your parents station wagon with a rifle. You didn’t look away from the man even as your mom turned you, kissed you, and put you in the back.

You turned your little body to the door and practically pressed yourself against it as you watched the last little bit of life drain from his eyes, his chest rising and falling for one final staggering time. You stared at his limp, lifeless body until it was out of sight.

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GESTALT | 2000

YEAR TWO.

pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x afab!babysitter!reader (4.4k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: age gap, angst, slow burn, graphic depictions of mental illness (schizophrenia, agoraphobia), descriptions of violence/blood/gore, self–harm, suicide, death, grief, strained parental relationships, no smut in this part NOTES: potentially ooc!joel? also, please heed the warnings, this content may be triggering to some.

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MARCH 8, 2000

“Girlfriend, you were on fire!”

You hugged Sarah's sweaty body against your chest tightly, swaying her back and forth in excitement.

“You’re—squeezin’ me too tight!”

The girl struggled, and you released her from your hold.

“Shit, sorry. Got excited. Seriously, you rocked out there, Smiles.”

You nudged her shoulder, and Sarah beamed, turning towards her father and uncle, who were gazing at her with equally as impressed expressions.

“MVP over here! Way to go, kiddo.”

Uncle Tommy tousled her hair playfully, and she swatted at his hand with a laugh. Joel knelt down slightly and Sarah immediately rushed into his hold, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good game, baby girl. ‘M so proud of you.”

You watched on, smiling softly to yourself at the interaction. You pulled at the windbreaker on your body as the breeze picked up. Families and players were quickly clearing off the field, and you took note of the setting sun as you turned back to the group.

“Can we go get pizza, now?”

Sarah whined, and Uncle Tommy chuckled to himself, reaching down to pick up the girl’s soccer bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“‘Course we can. But your old man’s buyin’.”

Joel scoffed good-naturedly, turning to follow the two back towards the parking lot. He glanced over his shoulder to find you staring down at your phone screen with a frown, brows furrowed in concern.

“Everythin’ alright?”

He asked quietly, letting some distance form between him and Tommy and Sarah. You shook your head, as if trying to clear fog from your eyes, blinking rapidly, and looked up at him.

“Sorry—what?”

“I said, is everythin’ okay?”

Joel tried again, stepping closer to you as worry crested his features. You let out a breath, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

“I—yeah. Yeah, everything’s—everything’s fine. S’just—my mom hasn’t answered the phone since we left this morning, which is...weird.”

The statement loomed in the air, heavy and daunting.

“That... doesn’t usually happen, then?”

Joel questioned, and you shook your head fervently.

“No. She—I always make sure to check in with her every hour, and now it’s been—it’s been six.”

He could see the way your chest was beginning to rise and fall a bit faster now, and he reached out to rest a soothing hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, ‘m sure everythin’s fine, Y/N. Probably just fell asleep, or somethin’, right?”

You drew in a breath, before nodding slowly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you started walking back up the hill towards your vehicles, where Tommy and Sarah were waiting in the distance.

“I’m probably gonna head home, just to check. It’s an hour long drive from here, and after—”

“You should go, darlin’. Sarah won’t mind. We’ll bring you some food for when get back, alright?”

You smiled gratefully at him, leaning into his side as you ventured onward.

It wasn’t even a full hour later when Joel received the phone call.

It was your name on the screen, buzzing with an incoming call. He finished his sip of beer, listening to Sarah ramble theatrically as he picked up the phone.

“Hey, sweet thing. You get home okay?”

“Is this Mister Joel Miller?”

The voice was foreign to him, a woman he didn’t recognize, and he immediately got up from the table and walked towards a quieter corner of the bar.

Sarah immediately silenced at her father’s abrupt departure, watching his expression shift as the phone call went on. She couldn’t read his lips very well, or take stock of every emotion that registered on his face, but one thing was for sure—something was very wrong.

Moments later, he rejoined them at the table, reaching for his keys and jacket.

“Dad, what—what happened?”

Sarah asked weakly, eyes wide and fearful. Her fingers latched onto the sleeve of his canvas jacket as he slipped it on. He looked down at her with a frown on his face, bending down slightly so she could hear him over the hubbub in the crowded space.

“You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Tommy’s, alright?”

Her face fell. It's not that she didn’t like spending time with her uncle, but that meant...

Tommy’s gaze snapped towards his brother in confusion, brows furrowed, but when he saw the look that Joel gave him, it told him everything he needed to know.

“Sounds like fun, huh, kiddo?”

Tommy smiled warmly at his niece, but she didn’t tear her eyes away from her dad's face.

“What happened, Dad?”

Joel inhaled deeply through his nose, steeling himself, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl. Promise.”

The man quickly figured out why he was lucky enough not to get pulled over on his way home, having exceeded the speed limit an average of 20mph the entire way—every goddamn cop in the state of Texas seemed to have congregated on his block.

Red and blue lights illuminated the slick asphalt as he slowly rolled down the street, narrowly passing between the rows of parked police vehicles on either side of the street. The tires of his pickup thumped as he passed over the curb into his driveway, throwing his car into park before rushing out the door with a slam.

Face pelted with raindrops, he jogged towards the center of the chaos—the small two-story suburban house that had become his daughter’s second home for almost a year. He approached a uniformed women standing in the driveway, her hands on her hips as she observed the bustling activity of both police and EMTs in and out of the front door.

“Where is she?”

Joel's voice cut through the noise, and the woman spun around, startled at the sudden intrusion. Somehow, Joel knew this was the woman he spoke to on your cell.

“You Mister Miller?”

She quirked a brow, and the man nodded firmly, the cold sprinkle of rain beginning to dampen his tousled hair. The officer’s face softened as she reached into her pocket, offering Joel the cell phone she had borrowed. He took it in his hands, the weight of it accompanying the growing gravity of the situation on his broad shoulders.

“She’s on the back porch. Won’t move, won’t speak to anyone. Asked if there was someone we should call, and all should could manage was your name.”

Joel followed her around the side of the house, between their shared side yard, his boots sinking slightly in the damp grass. When they made it to the back door, his stomach dropped—you were sitting on the rickety wooden steps that led up to the back porch, arms wrapped around your knees and vacant eyes staring straight ahead at nothing.

The man let out a stuttering exhale, turning back to the woman beside him.

“What happened?”

He asked quietly, and the officer shook her head.

“Eight years on the force, and I ain’t never seen anything like it. Suicide, but—fucking brutal. Wrote on the walls with blood and everything. Poor girl, her momma—musta been real messed up in the head.”

“Why all the cops? If there wasn’t a crime or nothin’—”

The woman shuddered, lips pursed.

“Needed to document everythin’. Like I said, the stuff in there—woman was seriously disturbed. This was planned, without a doubt. We gotta secure the scene and the cleanup team’s gotta clear the place out. Not gonna be ready for inhabitance until the morning, at the very least.”

He mulled this over in his head, mind wandering at what possible atrocities lie within those walls.

“The kid wouldn’t talk to us—any chance you know what was wrong with her mom?"

“Paranoid schizophrenic and agoraphobic.”

Joel had never met your mother, nor did you speak about her often, but he had overheard your phone calls with her psychiatrists and picked up some prescriptions for you on occasion.

“Nasty combo. We tried to get the girl to go to the hospital for a psych eval, but she wouldn’t budge. You got some place she could stay, maybe get warm?”

Joel nodded, unsurprised to hear of your refusal. He glanced at you again, your posture and expression unyielding. He thanked the officer for her time before slowly making his way over to you, hands buried in his pockets. He stopped a few feet in front, unsure of the best way to approach the situation. He wasn’t particularly experienced when it came to offering comfort to others—particularly in situations such as this. But, he figured, if he were to make an exception for anyone, it would be for you.

He closed the gap between the two of you, squatting down until his gaze was level with yours. He took great care not to startle you, attempting to grab your attention by reaching up and gingerly resting a calloused hand on your forearm. Your eyes, which had previously been staring straight through him, regained their focus, and after several blinks in rapid succession, your gaze zeroed in on his face.

“Cowboy.”

Your voice was thick and hoarse, as it hadn’t been used in awhile. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled softly up at him, studying his solemn expression carefully.

“Did Sarah get her victory pizza?”

Your calmness was unsettling. He knew you were in shock—could see it in the misting of your eyes, the vacancy in your expression, the sluggishness of your responses. He lifted his hand again to brush a strand of your wet hair from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. In any other instance, you would've blushed at the intimacy of the action; now, you continued to simply watch his movements.

“Yeah, she did. Missed you, though.”

You frowned.

“I know, I wish I coulda come, but I had to—”

Your voice trailed off slightly, as if suddenly dazed. Your eyes cast downward as your brows furrowed, as if trying to remember something from long ago. Your exhale was shaky as you sighed, tears finally starting to sting the back of your eyes.

“—oh, God—”

“Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you outta this rain.”

He reached for your shoulder and coaxed you to your feet, your arms wrapping around your abdomen in a protective stance. You followed him blindly, letting him guide your across the grass and to his front door as the rain began to escalate into a torrential downpour.

He opened the door for you, gesturing for your entry, and you begrudgingly stepped into the threshold, shivering from the dampness of your clothes. The door clicked shut behind Joel as he filed in behind you, stalking towards the staircase. When he turned around to make sure you were following, you were stationary, arms hugging yourself as you stood your ground, body trembling and jaw quivering.

“Come on, sweetheart. What’re you waitin’ for?”

You frowned again, your eyes looking at him incredulously.

“’M soaked. Gonna get the floor all wet.”

You grumbled, and the man threw his head back with a sigh, trying to be patient with your obstinance. He walked back over to you, kneeling down in front of your body. Your brows furrowed, but he quickly gestured for you to lift up a leg, which you immediately obliged to. He began dutifully unlacing your sneaker, slipping it off your foot followed closely by your wet sock, before repeating the process on the other side. He placed your discarded footwear beside the door and stood again, offering you his hand. You accepted Joel’s invitation, his large fingers gripping yours as he lead you up the stairs and into the (his) master bedroom.

He released your hand momentarily, leaving you briefly as he disappeared inside his closet, emerging moments later with a worn Beatles T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. He offered them to you, and you grabbed them mindlessly, body still shuddering with tremors every once and awhile.

“You wanna shower?”

He offered softly, trying to catch your eye, but you just shook your head in response, and he nodded.

“Well, at least go and put somethin’ dry on. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Y’know, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

Your voice was small, but relief washed over Joel as you cracked the joke, thankful you still had at least some amount of fire within you to be teasing him. His cheeks darkened slightly as he rolled his eyes.

“The bathroom, Y/N. Go on.”

You shook your head slightly, a barely-there smile on your lips. Joel let out a long sigh when the bathroom door clicked shut behind you, sitting down on the edge of his bed and running a tired hand down his face. The flashing of red and blue lights peeked through the cracks between the blinds on the window, and got up to draw the curtains closed before reentering his closet to change out of his own damp clothes.

Your shirt stubbornly clung to your body as you pulled it off, the skin beneath dappled with residual rain and sweat. Without much thought, your wet sports bra joined your discarded shirt on the floor before you slipped the large tee over your head. It was big—you practically drowned in it, but the slightly threadbare fabric was soft, and somehow, it smelled like Joel, which filled you with a deep sense of comfort. Your jeans were the worst to take off, scraping at your legs as you peeled them down, slipping the mesh black shorts over your hips and tying them tightly in order to get them to stay up.

You were standing in front of the closed bathroom door when he reemerged, holding your neatly folded clothes in your arms, looking lost and confused. Joel walked towards you and your eyes met his, soft and sympathetic—it made you feel small. He took the clothes from you before gesturing towards the queen-sized bed.

“I’ll be right back.”

As Joel left the room, presumably to stick your clothes in the dryer, you felt yourself grow uncharacteristically bashful. It was one thing to shamelessly flirt with the man in order to ruffle his feathers, but it was a completely different thing to be wearing his clothes and crawling into his bed. He felt sorry for you—that was the truth, you knew. He was trying to help in the only way he knew how. The same way he would take care of Sarah.

Because you were only just a kid.

He returned once more to find you laying atop the blankets, curled into the fetal position on the far right side of the bed, as if afraid to take up too much space. He could tell just by the way your body was shaking that you were crying.

A warm hand pressed in the space between your shoulders, and you flinched, but the soothe of his voice eased your heightened senses.

“It’s alright, darlin’. Come here.”

You rolled over at his request where he had pulled the covers back, inviting you to lay beneath them. You scooted closer, sliding your bare legs between the cotton sheets as he pulled the blankets back over you, carefully tucking them beneath your chin. You didn’t dare look at him, staring straight up at the white ceiling, afraid that you may burst into sobs at any moment.

Joel stayed seated beside you on the edge of the bed, carefully watching the pained expression on your face. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears, cheeks flushed pink. After adjusting the blankets for you, he let his hands rest on the left side of your collarbone, on the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Neither of you spoke for several minutes, tension hanging heavy in the room.

“It’s my fault, you know.”

Small and uncertain, your voice rang out, and Joel squeezed his eyes shut tight at your admittance.

“Don’t say that, that’s not—”

“It is true.”

You insisted, pressing your head back into the plush of the pillow.

“She’s—she’d been cheeking her pills, Joel. I was always so careful to make sure she took them, and I keep the bottle in the glovebox of my car so she can’t get it when I’m not home, but... we thought she was doing better, but it—she just wasn’t taking them anymore. Said she hated the way they made her feel, made her brain feel cloudy, but—she didn’t understand.”

The man stayed quiet, looking down on you carefully as tears slipped down your cheeks. He wanted to protest, to interject, but he knew you needed to get this off your chest before it suffocated you. All he could do was sit and listen.

“They—they said she’s stuck them under her mattress. Said—she’d been planning this, Joel. Saved the pills for when she was ready, when she’d have time to pull it off, and—God, there was blood everywhere. She wrote on the walls. Don’t come upstairs, in big block letters. For me. She—she didn’t want me to be the one to come find her—”

A strangled sob escaped from your lungs, overwhelming your words as you began to break down.

“Oh, babygirl.”

Joel laid down beside you as you clung to his bicep with all of your might, tears drenching the sleeve of his gray shirt. His other arm came to cradle the back of your head, holding you close against him as you wept.

“She—they said it was the blood loss that did it. She—cut her arms real good with a kitchen knife before she took all the pills and got in the tub. Said—said she wanted to be sure it worked.”

Your breathing was labored and strained, huge gulping breaths sucked in between stuttering sobs, voice muffled from being pressed into Joel's side.

“She left a note. Practically wrote an entire fuckinm’ manifesto about how the world is gonna end and—and how she doesn’t wanna be around when it does.”

The man tried to keep his own breathing slow and even, hoping the steady rise and fall of his chest would help keep you grounded in reality. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you shook.

“She asked me to come with her, Joel. She wrote about how she doesn’t want me to have to live through it, too.”

That one broke something in him. He pulled you into his chest tightly, turning so your entire body was enveloped in his hold, warm and comforting and steady. You breathed him in, face pressed into his torso as you listened to the steady rhythmic beating of his heart.

His hand carded through your tangled hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles along the soft expanse of your back. It took close to half an hour for you to calm down, the frantic mourning eventually slowing into soft, shaky exhales.

You pulled away from him slightly, face splotched with redness and moisture dotting your complexion. You looked up at him, his hazel eyes searching your face, lips downturned in a concerned frown. He reached up and wiped a stray tear from your face, jaw rippling as he clenched his teeth.

“I’m sorry, Joel.”

You started, voice thick with emotion. The man shook his head forcefully, ending your apology before it even began.

“None a’ that. Please. Got no reason to apologize. Just—wish there was somethin’ I could do to make it go away.”

Your lip quivered again, and you scrunched up your nose, trying to prevent a fresh wave of sadness from overtaking you. Instead, you offered a sheepish, lopsided half-smile.

“If only magic kisses could fix this kinda stuff, too, huh?”

Something shifted in his expression, then—something indiscernible, something that made your heart lurch in your chest. A sort of resolve in his eyes, the set of his jaw.

Your smile faded and your mouth parted as you felt his large hand cradle the back of your head—eyelids fluttering shut, his lips met yours with the most tender, featherlight brush of a kiss. The coarse slide of his stubble against your chin sent sparks down the expanse of your body, burning straight beneath your skin and sizzling all the way to your fingertips. As soon as it started, it was over, his rugged mouth leaving the hot chase of your lips as he pulled his face back.

You were practically panting, eyes searching his in pure disbelief. You could still feel the singe of his breath against your cheeks and you studied you with hooded eyes, almost waiting to gauge your reaction.

“Still magic?”

His gruff voice managed, barely above a whisper, and the corners of your lips tweaked up at the corners.

“Dunno. We might have to try a few more times, just to make sure.”

When you closed your eyes again, however, you felt the press of his lips against your hairline, brushing over your forehead briefly. You blinked once, then twice, and when you looked at him again, there was an unfamiliar sadness in his gaze.

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

He urged, and something about the command made you suddenly aware of the exhaustion weighing on your limbs. You let your head sink back into the crook of his neck, feeling the warm press of skin against your nose as you finally let yourself drift off.

JULY 12, 2000

Joel was grateful for an escape from the scorching sunlight, the echoing of children’s screaming and laughter reverberating around him as he walked into the fenced-in public pool, searching for his daughter and her babysitter.

The pool was large, in an L-shape, with a diving board on one end and the shallow area on the other. It was packed today, as it was the perfect way to beat the summer heat and to keep the restless kids of the neighborhood entertained. Practically every lounge chair was occupied, and Joel’s eyes searched the crowd in hopes of locating familiar faces. He’d promised Sarah (and you) that he’d join you at the pool that afternoon after he and Tommy finished up some more work on their latest project, and he had finally finished half-an-hour ago, now sporting his blue swimming trunks and a white T-shirt, a pair of aviator sunglasses resting on his nose.

He wandered towards the other end of the space, his eyes briefly pausing on the body of a young woman, her long slender legs stretched out along the chaise, one arm lifted lazily above her eyes to shield her face from the sun. The thin fabric of her bright yellow bikini only covered the intimate parts of her body, accentuating the softness of her curves and leaving her sweat-shining skin on display. Joel should’ve noticed he was staring, but when her arm lifted from blocking her face, he felt his jaw go slack.

“Howdy there, cowboy.”

You called out, squinting in the harsh light to make out Joel’s figure standing a few feet away. He approached you cautiously, letting the beach towel in his right arm fall onto the unoccupied chair to your left.

“Glad you could make it.”

Joel huffed out a laugh, sitting down beside you for a moment as you turned your neck to face him, your hands coming to rest on the skin of your toned stomach. He swallowed.

“Too fuckin’ hot out here today.”

Joel grumbled, slipping out of his sandals. You laughed at his clear surliness, casting your eyes away to focus in on Sarah at the other end of the pool.

“Smiles is over there, made a few new friends. Time to reapply sunscreen in—”

You check the watch on your wrist.

“—twenty-one minutes.”

Joel’s lips quirked, grateful for your attentiveness for his daughter. He reached for the bottom hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, flinging it to the side before adjusting the sunglasses on his nose. Your eyes briefly skimmed over the newly-exposed skin, the broad expanse of his chest and the dark happy trail that extended down his navel and disappeared into his shorts. You tore your eyes away quickly when he turned to face you again.

“You’re not gonna put on sunscreen?”

You questioned, quirking your brow, and Joel rolled his eyes.

“Did you?”

He questioned, his gaze trailing down the length of your body once again, briefly stalling on the valley of your breasts before finding your face again.

“No, but that’s because I’m trying to get a tan.”

Joel shook his head, but reached for the spray can of sunblock nonetheless, making a very careless effort to cover his body before setting it back down. You watched his half-assed attempt with an amused grin, before something sparked your memory.

“Oh, by the way... I’m staying.”

Joel paused briefly, confusion passing over his face.

“Here, I mean. Texas. Dad said he’d keep payin’ for the house if I wanted to stay here, at least ‘til school’s over.”

The man’s eyes brightened.

“Son of a bitch. You’re kiddin’.”

“Nope.”

You popped the P sound, relieved to be sharing the good news.

“Can’t get ridda me that easy.”

Joel chuckled.

“No complaints here. I’m glad—er, we’re glad you’re stayin’. Woulda been hard on Sarah for you move away.”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief, watching the way his eyes carefully avoided yours, his words skillfully dodging his true intentions.

“Just on her?”

He met your eyes, then, studying your face with a forcibly neutral expression—you could’ve sworn there was something resembling longing just beneath the surface of his guise. Joel looked away quickly, but not before his eyes stole another glance down at your perfect breasts, almost of their own volition

“I’ll yell for you when it’s time for Sarah to reapply.”

You granted him the mercy of changing the subject. Joel grunted in response, standing to go join his daughter. He watched you roll from your back onto your stomach, your swimsuit exposing the round globes of your ass. He reluctantly tore his gaze away, turning to leave.

“And, cowboy?”

You called back to him, and when he turned to face you, you beckoned him closer with a come hither motion. He stood beside you, hands on his hips, looking down at you expectantly.

“Just, for future reference...”

You started, sitting up slightly to lean in towards him conspiratorially, and he leaned down slightly to hear you better.

“...those sunglasses aren’t reflective.”

Joel’s brows furrowed, but when the implications of your statement dawned on him, he felt his face flush. Before he could try to defend himself, you turned your face away, settling back into a comfortable position.

A few brief moments passed before his footsteps could be heard stalking away from you. As much as you tried to prevent it, you couldn’t stop the triumphant smirk from overtaking your face—yeah, you had definitely just caught Joel Miller checking you out.

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Some Time Away | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @cillmequick ‘s 100 followers celebration

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to convince her partner to take the weekend off from work…the only kicker is that they can’t go anywhere because they’re currently in the midst of a global pandemic. But she still has some ideas in mind.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations (interact accordingly!)

Word Count: 3183

A/N: congrats on 100 followers Alex (I hate that you’re shadowbanned atm…hopefully tumblr will fix it sooner rather than later!) I chose the prompt ‘placing their chin on the other’s shoulder’, and I had to make things a little spicy for you, of course. I hope that it isn’t cringey. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"Have a nice weekend, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye!" came the chorus of farewells from the students she'd been teaching through a screen for the past five hours. (Y/N) smiled widely at the children before she waved goodbye to all of them.

Virtual learning was still presenting its daily challenges, but (Y/N) was trying her best to make the most of it for her kiddos. Neither she nor them had asked to be put into this position, but they had to make it work for the time being.

Once the meeting was cleared of her students, (Y/N) ended the call and closed the Zoom application. She then exhaled a deep breath, something she did every day as a way to re-center herself after a school day. Regardless if it was in person or online, things always got a bit hectic. This was her way of making sure she didn't immediately start pulling her hair out.

She was greeted with a reminder to start grading the most recent assignment she'd assigned when she opened her eyes. After staring at it for a few moments, she decided to snooze it for now. It was the weekend after all...she didn't want to start it off with grading papers. Instead, she logged off of her computer and stood from the office chair. All she wanted to do now was see her partner.

As she exited her personal office, she gave herself a mental pat on the back for making the decision to have Tommy’s office right next to hers. Of course, she didn't envision that a global pandemic would strike just weeks after they'd finally moved in, but she was happy that she'd stayed steadfast on the choice because of it. Now she only had to take a few steps to see him.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were getting rather serious with each other. She met him on a rare night out with some girlfriends, who ultimately pushed her into giving him her number. She was usually the hesitant type, but there was something about Tommy that almost instantly sucked her in. That, along with her girlfriends’ nudges, gave her the extra oomph to pursue him. Now, over a year and a half later, they had made the decision to move in together. They both relocated from their separate flats in the city to a tastefully sized home that was just a few miles from the bright lights. Given the current state of the world, they made the choice at just the right time.

She could hear him cursing the second she stepped out into the hallway. It sounded like he was going on about his computer again. Tommy was never good with technology, and now he had to rely on it. She took a deep breath as she grabbed onto the handle of his office door. It was unclear what she'd be walking into, and she wanted to be ready.

"Hey, T," she called to him, getting his attention as she stepped through the doorway, "everything alright in here?"

"Hey, love," he responded as his eyes moved from the computer in front of him to her figure. He smiled at the sight of her, but it was one that didn't quite reach his eyes. She could tell from it alone that he was tired. "Yeah...everything's fine," he answered her question then as his eyes shifted back to the computer screen.

"It didn't sound like it from out in the hall," she commented as she walked over to his desk. "It's a good thing these walls aren't thin...I don't think the eight year olds I'm teaching would appreciate hearing your colorful language," she added with a grin. Tommy only frowned in response to her joke, which made her sigh a little. She could tell from the lines on his forehead that he was stressed.

"'M sure they've heard it all from their parents," he brushed off her comment as he continued clicking away, "you'd be surprised at how foul mouthed people are nowadays," he added, his statement making (Y/N) chuckle as she came around to stand behind his chair.

"No mouth is as foul as yours, my love," she said in the most endearing tone possible as she leaned over slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder, her hands draping over his chest then. She glanced at the computer for a second before turning her head to the side so that she could press a kiss to the skin just in front of his ear. "You know I'm still not sure about this haircut yet..." she trailed off then as she stood up straight and brought her hands to the sides of his head. She ran her nails along the harshly shorn sides before carding her fingers through the longer strands of hair that sat on top of his head. "I mean...I know we can't go to the barber's at the moment, but I think you cropped it a little too thin this time," she added once she returned her chin to his shoulder and hooked her hands together atop his chest again.

"(Y/N)..." Tommy answered her in a warning tone, signalling to her that he wasn't in the mood for the teasing. She smiled anyway...sometimes it was fun getting under his skin. Silence fell between them as he clicked on a few more things. All was fine until an error message popped up on the screen. "This fucking thing..." he groaned, bringing his hands up to run them over his face as he tipped his head back against the chair's headrest.

"What're you trying to do?" (Y/N) asked him, squinting slightly as she tried to read the details of the message.

"Pol wants to do a Zoom call with me, John, and Arthur. Something about the recent acquisitions not fairing out to be as much as we thought they would, but I think I've gone and fucked everything up here," he explained to her, clicking on the screen a few more times only to be met with that warning ding the computer sends off when you're doing something that it won't allow. "Fucking hate technology," he muttered under his breath as he reached over to the side of his desk, as best he could with (Y/N)'s arms still around him, to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"Maybe this is the universe telling you that you should be done for the day," she commented on the situation he was now in as he went about lighting a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from her after he took a drag.

"It's four in the afternoon, (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a sigh as he placed the burning cigarette in the ashtray, "Pol's gonna have my head if I don't join the meeting."

"What if I text her and tell her you're having technical difficulties?" (Y/N) suggested, ready to grab her phone from her back pocket the second he told her to.

"You don't have to," Tommy brushed her offer off with a slight shake of his head, "I'll just have to hear about it from her later."

"What are you doing this weekend?" she asked him then as she stood straight once more. As much as she was loving breathing in the smell of the aftershave he'd used this morning, her back was screaming for some reprieve.

"Working," Tommy answered, leaning forward to balance his chin on the palm of his hand as he tried yet again to get himself out of the stalled website.

"On the weekend?" she asked him, a bit of surprise laced into her voice.

"Yes," he answered her, giving up on the computer problem so he could turn his chair to look at her properly for the first time since she'd entered the room, "business knows no days of the week."

"You own the company though, Tommy...you do have a say in what days you work or not," she pointed out, not dropping her argument just yet. "I was thinking that maybe you could take some time away from working this weekend...we could turn off our phones so that you and I could spend some uninterrupted time together," she pitched the idea that she'd come up with moments earlier, “and I know it’s not much…it’s not a private island or all-expenses included getaway, but it’ll be something, and right now, that’s what we need.”

"I've got some things that need to be sorted before our partners get involved," he told her, effectively shooting down her pitch without explicitly giving her a yes or no answer.

"You need some time away, T," she stressed to him, her last ditch effort to try and get him to agree. He then grumbled something about deadlines and the stress he was under from it, which made her sigh in defeat. "I'll be downstairs unwinding," she then told him as she began walking over to the door of the room, "I don't need to be dealing with anymore childishness after spending a whole day with children," she added before she opened the door and exited his office without letting him get another word in.

With a frown, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She figured she'd start preparing what she wanted to eat for dinner, because it seemed unlikely that Tommy would be joining her with the way he was acting.

—

After washing up from dinner, (Y/N) poured herself a glass of wine and made her way up to the master bedroom. Tommy was back in his office, after surprising her by coming down and having some of the chicken she’d made, so she decided that she’d go and sit out on the balcony that their room had.

She sat and sipped her wine, enjoying the evening breeze and sun as it shined down on her. Once her glass was finished, she decided to go into the ensuite so that she could get herself ready for bed. She washed her face, changed out of her clothes and into a silky slip that she preferred to sleep in, and put a robe l over her body. She then pulled her hair out of her face with a headband before deeming herself ready for bed.

As she exited the bathroom, she noticed that the sun was setting through the open balcony doors. So instead of getting into bed, she went back out onto the balcony. This time, she decided to lean against the railing as she watched the sun sink down behind the horizon. This would make a beautiful picture, she thought to herself as she stood up to go get her phone. She wasn’t able to even turn however, because the second she was standing, arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Tommy?” she gasped slightly from the suddenness of his touch, her hands dropping from the railing to rest on his forearms.

“Who else would it be?” he questioned in a cheeky tone as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Thought you’d still be in your office for another few hours,” she commented, instantly hating that she still sounded a bit bitter. What could she do though? All she wanted was to spend the weekend with her partner, but he was being difficult about it.

“Ouch, that one hurt, love,” he hissed dramatically at her words, “it hurt right…” he trailed off, unwinding one of his hands around her waist before he poked the place on her chest where her heart was, “here,” he added for extra effect.

“Stop it, Tommy,” she rolled her eyes at his dramatic nature, grabbing hold of his hand so that she could return it to its previous spot. She was quite enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, and didn’t want it to leave just yet.

“You know I was thinking…” he trailed off again, nestling his face into the crook of her neck, “I was thinking over what you’d suggested…about taking the weekend off,” he continued, his voice now muffled slightly.

(Y/N) was still able to hear him clearly though, and what he was saying was making her excited. “Yeah? And?” she anxiously asked him to continue.

“And I thought that maybe I should take the next two days off,” he told her, almost making her want to squeal at the news. “I like the idea of having you to myself for a few days,” he added then, a grin evident in his voice as he pressed a kiss to the skin where her neck met her collarbone.

(Y/N) didn’t let him repeat his actions though. The second she heard what he had to say, she managed to spin around in his arms so that she was facing him. “You’re really considering doing it?” she asked him, her eyes shining with hope.

“I’m past considering it…it’s a done deal,” he corrected her, his grin growing as she looked at him excitedly.

“Oh that’s great, T,” she cheered as she reached up and clasped her hands together behind his neck. “I think I’ll lock your office tomorrow so that you can’t go back on your decision,” she said then, her statement making Tommy chuckle and shake his head before he leaned in and locked her into a slow kiss.

The feeling of his lips on hers just about took her breath away, and she was thankful that she decided to hook her arms around him, or else she’d ‘ve melted into a puddle upon contact. A year and a half later, and this man still made her go weak at the knees.

“You know…” Tommy mumbled against her lips in between the kisses they were sharing, “if I’m taking a weekend away from work, I’d like to start it off properly,” he said as his hands moved from the small of her back to where the knot was tied on her robe. He worked on undoing it without his lips leaving hers, and only pulled away once he knew that he’d gotten it loosened. He watched as her robe fell open, exposing the navy blue slip she’d chosen to wear to bed that night. He bit on his lip to conceal his groan as (Y/N) took the lead and shrugged the robe off of her shoulders.

“You have something in mind?” she asked him with a coy grin, hoping that her words came out as sultry as she intended them to.

“Fuck…of course I do,” he answered her, his hands dropping to the swell of her ass as he gathered some of the thin material between his fingers.

“Whatever it is, I’d like for it to not happen on the balcony though,” she told him with a slight giggle as she rested her hands on his shoulders. She then pressed on them gently, her nonverbal way of telling him to back up into the room.

He listened to her cue and took a few steps backwards with her still hooked in his grasp. “As you wish,” he told her, his lips brushing hers as he backed up to the bed so that he could sit down and bring her astride his lap.

She held herself steady and pulled away from him, smiling as he squeezed her hips. “Take this off,” she mumbled, a grin forming on her face as she grabbed hold of his t-shirt’s hem so that she could bring it up and over his head. She then tossed it off to the side before leaning down to match her lips with his again.

Amidst their shared open-mouth kisses, Tommy grabbed hold of (Y/N)’s waist and lifted her so that he could stand again. She shrieked at the sudden movement, but managed to hook her legs around his waist before he could turn them and drop her down onto the bed. Their conjoined nature made him come down on top of her, and he was quick to put his hands on either side of her head so that he wouldn’t press his weight on her completely. She, however, made sure that their hips stayed connected so that she could have some friction where she needed it most.

“Tommy,” she gasped when his lips left hers so that he could kiss a line down to her chest.

“Yes?” he asked her, glancing up at her through his eyelashes.

“Please,” she breathed, her hands tangling in the longer locks of his hair as she grinded her hips up against his again.

“Of course,” he answered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He wasn’t one to deny the most beautiful woman in the world, so he made sure he got right into it after hearing her silent pleads.

—

Some time later, (Y/N) and Tommy were a mess of tangled limbs and panted breaths. They laid on top of their disheveled bed, with only the top sheet pulled over top of their bottom halves. (Y/N) had her head resting on Tommy’s chest, and Tommy was lazily drawing circles against her spine. “I think it’s safe to say that this weekend is off to a good start,” Tommy mumbled into her hair before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“It most certainly is,” (Y/N) agreed with him as she moved her right hand down the side of his torso so that she could hold onto his hip.

She lifted her head from his chest then, her eyes meeting his as soon as she did. She always liked to look at them after they shared an intimate moment together. They’d slowly go from a darker blue to their normal, lighter color, like an ocean moving into the calm after a storm.

“Thank you for agreeing to this,” she said softly as she leaned in to press a languid kiss to his lips.

Tommy smiled against her lips and tightened his hold on her once she pulled away. “I think it’d be rather dumb of me not to,” he told her, his words making her smile as she rested her forehead against his.

He closed the gap between them again, pressing a slurry of short kisses to her lips before she pulled away completely to nestle her face into his neck. She made herself comfortable there as she curled up beside him, spending her time in silence thinking about what types of things they’d get up to in the next forty-eight hours. Somewhere between the meal planning and the possible movies they’d watch, she felt herself getting sleepy. So, she pressed one last kiss to the side of his neck before she closed her eyes and let sleep slip over her.

Tommy only smiled and tightened his grip around her as he felt her breathing even out. If this was a preview into what this weekend would look like, he’d have to take as much time away from work as possible in the future.

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theanonymousninja247 · 2 years

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So, I did a thing. *shrugs* Call it a fever dream or whatever BUT ITS TIME FOR VENGEANCE AGAINST ALL THE FANARTISTS WHO MAKE ME FEEL THINGS.

I have returned the favor. I hope y’all cry, or I didn’t do it right. 😈🙌🏼🔥

@funneylizzie I’m starting with you.

PS it’s written low key in stage directions because I may or may not comic it. Maybe. 😅😎👉🏼👉🏼

Based off of ROTTMNT Future Apocalypse: Enjoy

A Little Ninja’s Mission

Casey, the residential and most well loved 5 year old of the entire resistance base, wakes up in the middle of the night, hearing noises down the hall.

Being the ever brave little ninja that he is, Casey sneaks into the next room with his little hockey stick, trying to see who or what exactly has broken into their little underground sanctuary.

He’s surprised to see Adult Leo running through a series of exercises, progressively getting faster and more intense as the night continues.

Casey observes silently from the shadows, watching as Leo engages in battle over an invisible enemy, over and over again. With each swing of his katanas, the pure unfiltered rage burns in Leo’s eyes, causing little Casey to step back in fear at seeing his beloved sensei so unhinged.

When suddenly Leo stops and stands shakily on his feet, sweat dripping down his forehead, staring at something unseen before him. His katanas lower and the sound of haggard breathing can be heard.

Casey looks up in concern as his sensei suddenly drops to his knees, and the sound of wrenched weeping can be heard. Adult Leo drops his katanas with a clatter and curls into himself, the heels of his hands pressing into his eyes, as tears drip mournfully down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry…I’m s-so sorry…too late…always too late.”

Unsure on what to do when seeing his generally composed and confident sensei so shattered, Casey retreats back to his room, and stays awake for the rest of the night, unable to get the haunted look of Leo’s broken face out of his little head.

The next couple days, Casey doesn’t necessarily avoid Leo, but he does keep a watchful distance. He doesn’t talk with Leo when Leo tries to engage him with his teasing, but rather he pulls away to hide behind his mother, still observing Leo with a troubled little pout.

Leo notices, he has to. The safety of his little band of friends and family depends on his ability to quickly read and react to situations. However in his forever mental turmoil, Leo sadly believes that he deserves Casey’s shunning. He deserves all the pain. It’s his punishment for his failures, so he gives Casey his space and retreats further into himself.

His mother, observing Casey’s abnormal behavior, pulls him to the side one day and bluntly asks, lightly rapping Casey’s forehead.

“Ok, Squirt. What’s cooking in that noggin of yours? You've been avoiding Master Leonardo all week. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Cassandra widens her eyes dramatically, and wiggles her fingers spookily.

“These momma eyes see everything.”

Casey looks at the floor, and remains silent. The slightly insolent behavior causes Cassandra to frown, her brows creasing in concern.

“Casey Jones. Look at me.” Cassandra says sternly. Casey only slightly shakes his head, a mirroring frown scrunching his tiny face.

Commander April O’Neil, who has been observing this interaction silently from the corner, pulls away from the wall and walks toward the Casey’s.

She smiles at Cassandra as if to say “I got this” and kneels down in front of tiny Casey, reaching out to ruffle his mess of black hair.

“Come on, Kiddo. Spill the beans.”

Little Casey’s hands tighten into fists, his shoulders start to tremble, but still he won’t look at April or his mom in the eyes. April rests a hand on his shoulder and prods gently.

“Casey…what’s wrong?”

A small sniffing can be heard, and Casey suddenly looks up, pleading in his eyes as he stares at Commander O’Neil and his Mom.

“Why is Master Leonardo so sad, Momma? Why does he cry by himself at night?”

April pulls her hand away in surprise and looks at Cassandra in shock. They both stare at each other for a moment, registering what that means, before Cassandra’s eyes lower and quietly says,

“So he’s doing it again...”

April pulls back slightly to massage the bridge of her nose with frustrated growl.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s been so recluse these past couple of weeks. He’s acting almost like D-“ April stops herself and mournfully clears her throat before continuing, “His insomnia hasn’t been this bad since…since the accidents.”

She says with a small sigh. Little Casey looks up tearfully between April and his mom, confused at their reactions and reaches out to plaintively pull on Cassandra’s hand.

“Why is Master Leo sad, Momma? What’s wrong?!”

Cassandra looks at April, who smiles solemnly, and let’s out a sigh herself. She lowers herself to the ground and opens her arms to Casey. He immediately runs into them and wraps his arms around her middle, sniffing. Cassandra cradles Casey, pulling him close to her chest.

She’s silent for a minute, rocking her baby slowly before taking a deep breath and saying softly,

“Hey Squirt, you remember Slash? Your one favorite stuffed tortoise that you'd carry around with you everywhere? “

Little Casey stills at the name and shakes his head yes. Cassandra pulls back a little bit and lowers her forehead to his, making eye contact with him.

“Do you remember how sad you were when we lost him during our last evacuation? You cried for a lot of nights after that because you missed him. You loved him so much that it didn’t feel like home without him right?”

Cassandra doesn’t wait for Casey’s response before pulling back so she could rest her head on top of his, stroking his hair absently as she looks somewhere far into the distance.

“Master Leonardo is very sad right now because he lost some people very close to him. They were kinda like his Slashs.”

Casey is quiet for a minute, his little hands tightly grasping the cloak at his mother’s back. He turns upward slightly while listening to his mom before whispering quietly,

“His brothers?”

Cassandra’s hand freezes right above Casey’s head and she glances at Commander O’Neil who sits next to them, with the sheen of tears in the corner of her eyes.

Cassandra lets out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping, and she tightens her hold on Casey ever so slightly.

“Yes, some of Master Leonardo’s brothers. They’re not coming back, and he cries because he misses them. He misses them a lot, and he doesn’t feel at home without them.”

Little Casey chews on his mom’s words for a second before suddenly pulling back to look excitedly at his Mom.

“It’s sad that Master Leo doesn’t have all his brothers anymore, but … he has us doesn’t he? He doesn’t have to be without a home; w-we could be his family!

Tears well up in Cassandra’s eyes at the innocence in her son’s eyes, and she glances over at April who leaned forward to rustle Casey’s hair again. She grins, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

“You’re right, Kiddo. He does have us.”

Cassandra sniffs, refusing to show such uncontrolled emotion in front of her child, and leans forward to smirk at Casey.

“What do you say, Squirt? Do you think you could be our little ninja and help remind Master Leonardo that he isn’t alone?”

Casey looks up at his mom with an emphatic determined nod.

“You can count on me.”

Casey, determined to fulfill his ninja mission, prepares all the rest of the day. When night time finally approaches, Casey is shaking with anticipation. He was going to remind Master Leo tonight if it was the last thing he did!

He arms himself with the biggest blanket and the biggest stuffed animal that he had claimed after searching through the random boxes they had stored at the base.

The blanket was once a dark, rich, violet color but had now turned grey with all the dust and grime from constant travel. However if one looked hard enough, they could see the slight greyed-white markings of what looked to be scientifically formulas spread all across the blanket.

The stuffed animal was a faded pink teddy bear that had obviously seen better days. One of its button eyes was missing, and it had a shredded right arm that was barely holding on. There was a little tag on it’s rump with the letters R H smeared in red marker. It was almost as big as Casey was, and he had to struggle to pull it and the enormous blanket into the next room where he sat in wait for Master Leonardo to come.

It didn’t take long. Within the next couple minutes, Leo walks into the room, his steps heavy and slow. He leans against the wall, his chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. He has his eyes closed in a grimace, slowly hitting his head against the wall before schooling his face and reaching up to pull his two Katanas out of their sheathes on his back.

“Master Leo?”

Leo freezes at the sound of Casey’s little voice and whirls around brandishing his two Katanas in surprise.

“C-Casey? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?! Is everything alright?!”

Leo’s words slur together as his eyes frantically search for danger in the room, his katanas weaving to and fro with each jilted movement.

Casey flinches back at having Leo’s frenzied actions pointed at him. His feet stumble back, as he trips over the massive blanket that was pooled on the floor. He lands on his bum and looks up at Leo with wide eyes.

Leo pulls back sharply with an ache in his heart as he sees the slight fear in Casey’s eyes. He lets out a disheartened sigh and sheathes his katanas. Leo drops to one knee with a little side smile, and holds out his one normal hand in what he hopes is a nonthreatening manner.

“Hey there, Bud. What are you doing up so late? Did you have a bad dream?”

Casey just stares at Leo for a minute before remembering his purpose and quickly shakes his head. He scrambles to his feet and folds his arms with a stubborn frown, trying to look serious. Which honestly backfired because it makes his bottom lip stick out making him look unfairly adorable.

“Nuh uh. I’m here on a mission.”

Leo blinks in surprise, titling his head with a confused smile on his face.

“A…mission?”

Casey nods emphatically, and reaches down to pull the giant teddy bear and blanket into his arms. He staggers forward, straining with all his little might to try and reach Leo.

Leo watches with an amused smirk at Casey’s attempt to carry the heavy load for only a moment before deciding to take pity on him. He reaches forward to pluck the blanket and teddy bear from Casey’s arms and sits down with his back against the wall to place them in his lap.

Casey isn’t too far behind them. He immediately crawls onto Leo’s lap and flops heavily against him as only small dramatic children can do. The toll of staying up and dragging his weight causing Casey to get sleepy.

Leo chuckles and wraps one arm around Casey, lifting the stuffed animal to shake it him.

“And what little mission is that, Bud? To bring me this-“

Leo freezes as he gets a real good look at the stuffed animal, his eyes widening as he glances at the shredded arm, the one button eye and the all too familiar scrawl on tag. He recognizes this bear. Leo’s breath hitches. This…this was Raph’s teddy bear!

Leo stares at the teddy bear, not sure if he was seeing things clearly and then slowly back at Casey who watches him with concerned eyes.

“Casey…where did you get this?” Leo asks with a strangled voice.

Casey’s brows pull in worry at Leo’s pained voice. He starts hiccuping and leans forward to wrap his arms tightly around Leo’s middle.

“I don’t want you to be sad, Master Leo. I thought a stuffed animal would help you feel less lonely. I know my stuffies do. ”

Leo looks down at Casey in shock, trying to figure out if Casey knows what this teddy bear means. Who’s teddy bear this is, but his focus was elsewhere as Casey’s little body trembles slightly as he hugs Leo, tears slowly running down his face and onto Leo’s war dirty plastaron.

“You’re not alone, Master Leo. You never have been.”

Leo bites his lip at the words, and feels the all too familiar pain within his heart roar to life. He closes his eyes against the ache in his eyes that always precedes the tears.

Leo reaches down to pull the giant blanket around himself and little Casey’s shoulders to help ground himself. He stops only for a moment, glancing at the dusty violet fabric in his hand when he recognizes the markings on the blanket.

Donnie.

Leo has to bite back a broken laugh. Even with his brothers gone, they once again left physical reminders of their presence, reminding him that they were never really gone.

He curls protectively around Casey, hugging him closely to himself as he haggardly whispers the words,

“You’re right, Bud. Anatawa hitorijanai. I-…I’m not alone. We’re never alone. ”

They stay that way together for the rest of the night. Casey slowly relaxing as he falls asleep in the safety of the arms of his sensei, his lazy measured little breaths matching Leo’s slow drumming heartbeat.

And for the first time in a long time, Leo sleeps soundly through the whole night. His little guardian angel, his twin’s blanket and his big brother’s teddy bear, all tightly, tenderly wrapped up by his side.

Hope, as fragile and yet steadfast as she was, had been reignited.

Looks like the little ninja fulfilled his mission after all.

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natsukicookies · 8 months

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missing keychain: playing detective and getting a new friend

Chapter 4 || love unlock

Amidst the unfolding tension, you exchanged a concerned glance with Yumiko. The orange-haired kid's accusation had caused a stir among the other students, and the absence of a teacher made the situation even more unsettling.

"I hope a teacher comes soon," Yumiko whispered, her voice laced with worry.

You nodded in agreement, your gaze remaining fixed on the scene. The accusing words hung heavy in the air, and the uncertainty of the situation left a palpable tension in the classroom.

As the seconds ticked by, it became clear that the absence of adult intervention was prolonging the turmoil. The orange-haired kid's anger was palpable, and the accused child seemed equally distressed. Without the guidance of a teacher, the children were left to grapple with the situation on their own.

The screen displaying the quest still lingered at the edge of your vision, a reminder of the unique mechanics at play in this world. It was as if the narrative was challenging you to step in, to actively shape the unfolding events.

In that moment, you found yourself at a crossroads. Would you intervene and try to defuse the situation? Or would you observe and allow the events to play out naturally? The weight of the decision rested on your shoulders, a reminder that even as you navigated this manga-inspired reality, the choices you made carried real consequences.

As you and Yumiko continued to watch, the urgency of the situation grew. The other students' whispers and concerned glances added to the unease. It was a reminder that, while you were experiencing childhood anew, the challenges of human interactions remained just as complex and impactful.

With a determined sigh, you pressed "Accept" on the screen, making your decision to step into the unfolding situation. As you approached the two kids who were engaged in a heated argument, you felt a mix of apprehension and resolve.

Pulling out a pair of glasses, a blue coat, and a red bow, you quickly transformed into the role you had chosen. With a playful confidence, you clapped your hands together, immediately capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Hai hai," you began, projecting an air of authority mixed with a hint of humor. "Let Detective Y/n handle this case."

Your unexpected entrance elicited a range of reactions. Some kids giggled, others exchanged curious glances, and the two kids at the center of the conflict stared at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

As Detective Y/n, you approached the orange-haired kid and the accused child, standing between them as you adjusted your imaginary glasses with a theatrical flourish.

"Now, let's get to the bottom of this," you said, your voice a blend of seriousness and playfulness. "Accusations are serious business, just so you know"

The classroom seemed to hold its collective breath as you took charge of the situation. The unexpected role you had assumed had shifted the dynamics in the room, and for a moment, the tension eased as everyone awaited your next move.

With a questioning glance at both kids, you asked, "What's the story here? Let's hear from both sides."

The orange-haired kid hesitated, his anger still evident in his expression. "He took the Keychain that my sister made for me!"

The accused child, looking anxious, countered, "I didn't take anything! He's just making it up!"

With a firm yet gentle touch, you ushered both kids to sit down on nearby chairs, adopting the role of the great detective. As the orange-haired kid's anger simmered and the accused child's anxiety remained palpable, you aimed to bring a sense of order and resolution to the situation.

"Now now kiddos, clam down and let the great detective y/n handle it" you said with a soothing tone, Your composed presence seemed to have a calming effect on the boys, and they both looked up at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

With a nod, you turned your attention to the orange-haired kid. "Tell me, what's the story behind the missing keychain"

His shoulders slumped as he recounted his side of the story. "It's a keychain that my sister made for me. It's really special to me. I had showed it to him before going to the bathroom then when i come back its was gone! He must have taken it"

You then shifted your gaze to the accused child. "And what do you have to say about this? Did you take the keychain?"

"I-i didn't take the kaychian!" He stumbled over his words but still looked you in the eyes "you can check my bags if you want!"

Your perceptive gaze remained fixed on the accused child as he denied any involvement. His nervousness was palpable, and it was clear that your words had struck a chord. Despite his insistence on innocence, his demeanor betrayed a sense of unease.

"Okay, we will do just that!" you declared, acknowledging his offer to have his bags checked. The classroom seemed to hold its breath as the tension lingered in the air.

"Where is your bag?" You asked and he nervously took you to his bag you checked the entire bag was nothing was found. Seeing that the kid looked confidence as a smirk was seen on his face.

He put his hand on his chest and said "I don't steal" at was then that you noticed few bits of rice stick on his tiny hand.

'I get it now' you smirk as you understand the whole thing.

You hummed and say "you say that but" you tailed off as you go near the lunch boxes and from the corner of your eyes you see that all the confidence he just had went down the drain.

Both Yukimi and the kid with the orange hair watched with anticipation as you approached the lunch boxes. Your confident smirk didn't go unnoticed, and their curiosity seemed to intensify.

With a flourish, you opened the accused child's lunch box, As you peered inside the lunch box, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of the rice all massed up. It was a clear indicator that something had been hidden within the rice.

With a dramatic flair, you reached into the rice, digging deeper. The tension in the room seemed to mount with every passing second, and the anticipation was almost palpable.

And then, just as you had suspected, your fingers closed around a small object. With a triumphant smile, you pulled it out, holding it up for everyone to see. There it was—the missing keychain, hidden deep within the rice.

The gasps turned into exclamations of surprise and amazement. The accused child stared at the keychain, his eyes wide, while the orange-haired kid's face shifted from shock to realization.

"Wow!" Yukimi exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

You turned to the accused child, with a sweet warm smile You turned to the child, "A trick is nothing but a puzzle mankind came up with. If you use your head you can uncover the logical answer" you winked as you stand up and handle the keychain to its rightful owner.

The kid couldn't take it and run away running while yumiko went on about how you were.

"T-thanks a lot," the kid with orange hair stammered, a blush covering his cheeks as he expressed his gratitude.

"You're welcome," you replied with a warm smile, your role as the great detective now softened into a friendly interaction. "What's your name, by the way?" you asked curiously, genuinely interested in getting to know the kids better.

The blush on his cheeks seemed to deepen as he met your gaze. "I'm kunigami rensuke," he introduced himself, a mixture of shyness and sincerity in his voice.

Hearing his name ring a bell in your head 'I think, I know that name..' However, since the memory remained just out of reach, you decided to push it aside and focus on the present moment

"Nice to meet you, Rensuke." you said with a warm smile, genuinely glad to have made a connection with him. "I'm ego y/n"

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Ѽ Halloween Spiking Ѽ ¦¦ Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Carver!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Request: hey! i love your writing. could you please do an eddie x reader where you get spiked at a party by someone and he notices and saves you or something.

A/N: I LOVED WRITING THIS!!

My Requests Are Open

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"Happy Halloween kiddo!" You smiled at your step dad and mom as you walked down the stairs into the kitchen. "Happy Halloween.." you said as you opened the fridge door. "Any plans tonight?" Your mom asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Before you could respond to her question, Jason answered before you could.

"Yeah we're going to a small celebration!" Jason explained as he quickly grabbed a bottle of water before he ran up the stairs to his room. You scoffed at him and quickly followed him up to his room.

"What do you mean, We're going to a party?" You question as you walk behind him "Chrissy's parents are gone and it's Halloween night!" You just stared at him in shock.

"Do I really have to go to Chrissy's Halloween party?" You asked Jason as you stood in the doorway towards his room. He chuckled a bit and nodded at you. "You're part of the cheerleaders so it'd be nice if you'd show up to a party once and awhile!" He said as he picked up his backpack from his bedroom floor. "I am not a voluntary cheerleader though, jason!" He just shook his head at you. "The party's at 8!" He said, brushing past you and straight for the kitchen.

You sighed and walked back towards your bedroom. "Stupid cheer!" You said as you kicked a pompom out the way. You groaned and sat down on your vanity chair and started to do your hair for the day "Y/n, Phone's for you!" You heard Mr Carver yell out, you quickly got up and picked up the phone next to your bed. "Hello?" "Hi y/n, it's Chrissy. I was just wondering if you're still gonna wear your care bear costume with the rest of us girls?" You smiled a bit, "um yeah I'll wear the care bear costume!" She squealed on the other side of the phone before hanging up.

You sighed and looked at your care bear onesie. You had put on your costume quickly and rushed down the stairs, shoes in hand. "Oh y/n you look cute!" Your mom gushed as her and Mr. Carver watched you and Jason rush around the kitchen, grabbing after practice snacks and lunches. "Thanks!" Before you and Jason could leave, your mom had stopped you both and forced you both to take photos "Y/n smile!" You gave the camera a cheesy smile before following Jason to his car.

"Try not to drive crazy today!" You told Jason as you pulled down the sun visor and started to do a little makeup on the drive to school. "No promises!" You rolled your eyes at him.

You and Jason both split apart as soon as he parked the car. "Hey y/n, Nice costume!" You smiled at Gareth before flipping him off, you two were good friends so it wasn't a huge surprise to him.

"You know her? Since when?" Mike asked as he and the other members of hellfire watched your interaction. "We went to the same summer camp when we're little, then we got partnered in ms clicks class." He explained.

"Gareth knows who?" Eddie asks as he walks up towards the club "he knows y/n carver!" Dustin said in disbelief. "You do?" Eddie asked with a confused look on his face as well. "Yes, me and her are friends." Eddie just nodded before him and the club started to walk towards their lockers.

"She's super hot!" One of the subs said as they all walked past you and the others. Eddie just listened to all his friends talk about the cheerleaders. "Eddie!" He turned to see Chrissy running over to him. "Hey chrissy!" He greeted her. "I'm having a party tonight and I wanted to let you know, you and your friends are invited too!" She said, looking around to make sure Jason didn't suddenly appear. "Alright…cool I guess?" He said also looking around

"Oh it's a costume party too so all of you guys must come in costumes!" She said as she walked away. Eddie turned back to hellfire "You know chrissy cunningham?" Gareth asked, now it being his turn to be shocked. "Since middle school!" Eddie said as he slowly backed away from the group and walked to his class.

Lunch

“Why did you invite those freaks?” Jason asked Chrissy as she sat down at the lunch table. “Eddie’s my friend, Jason and he’s not a freak!” she defended. “He has a cult chrissy!” she rolled her eyes at him. “Who’s a freak?” you asked as you sat down next to chrissy. “Eddie Munson, a cult leader y/n!” Chrissy just rolled her eyes before turning towards you. “He’s my friend! He’s the leader of hellfire!” she pointed at their table. You turned and followed her finger “That’s gareth!” you said confused. "The one next to him!" You nodded and looked again and saw Eddie, you turned to chriddy with a surprised face "You know eddie?” she nods at your question, "you know him too?" you nodded and looked at eddie, “He's in my history class! But I would join his cult if he’s the leader!” you said out loud, making jason choke on his food and chrissy to start smiling.

“Y/n! Don’t start, he would be a bad influence on you!” you sighed and continued to eat your lunch, occasionally looking back at Eddie's table. Eddie had noticed your gaze once in a while. “Carver’s sister keeps looking over here..” Eddie said as he ate food off of Jeff's tray. “What?!” “oh god!” they all panicked thinking you were insulting them over at your table.

“Y/n, you said you know you're friends with one of them correct?” Chrissy asked as she pointed to the hellfire table. “Yeah, why?” you asked as you took a bite of your food. “Could you invite him and the others? I don’t think Eddie told them about my invite.” you nodded at chrissy, before standing up and walking over to their table.

“Gareth the great!” you greeted as you walked up to his table. “Lady carver!” He greeted back. “You don’t normally talk to me during lunch? What do you want?” he asked, making you chuckle “Chrissy said to invite you all to her halloween party tonight it’s at her house, it starts at 8!” you smiled at them all, your gaze lingering on eddie for a bit longer “it’s also a costume party she said to come dressed up too!” you said quickly before you walked back towards your table.

“Did she just invite us to a party?” Dustin asked as he looked around the table, they all nodded at him, Eddie stared at you while you walked back.

Throughout the day Jason would piss you off, you finally had enough when he kept bringing up you talking to the hellfire club. “Would you shut up jason!” you said as you unlocked the front door. “Would you prefer it if I didn't go tonight?” you asked frustrated. “Just ignore those freaks y/n and we’ll be fine!” you groaned at him before storming up to your room.

Couple Hours Later

You had gone through your closet, trying to find a different costume to wear to piss Jason off. Once you had found one, you quickly stuffed it into your cheer bag and walked out of your room. “Where are you going hun?” your mom asked as you walked into the kitchen with your bag. “I’m going to Chrissy's! Did Jason leave already?” she nods at you. “He left an hour ago! He said you wouldn’t be going with?” you held in a scoff.

“I wouldn’t be going with him!” you explained as you grabbed a bottle of water. “Oh well, have fun and be safe y/n!” she kissed your forehead and walked you to the door. “I promise I will mama!” you smiled and kissed her cheek before running to your car and quickly started it up and started to drive towards chrissy’s house.

You smiled as you parked next to Jason's car, you hopped out and grabbed your cheer bag and walked into the house. You were immediately greeted by the other cheer girls wearing different costumes from earlier. “Hey y/n! Shot?” Chrissy greeted as she walked past you carrying jello shots. “Thank you!” you smiled as you took two from the tray, after you swallowed them you walked up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed the line for the bathroom and groaned.

You stood in the line waiting, while waiting you had noticed eddie and the rest of hellfire had walked into the house. Chrissy was walking up the stairs when she noticed you standing in the line with your bag “Y/n are you gonna change?” you nodded at chrissy’s question. She motioned for you to follow her.

“Use my room! Tina and the others are!” you thanked her and walked into her room. “Heyy y/n!” one of the cheerleaders greeted, clearly drunk off her ass. “Hi jen!” you smiled and unzipped your bag and pulled out your costume. “Ooh a bunny!” Tina said with a smirk as she fixed her hair. “A playboy bunny!” Jennifer pointed out as you pulled out the rest of the outfit. “Jason pissed you off huh?” she smirked at your nod. “That and there’s a hot senior here!” you said as you put on the bodysuit. "Who's the hottie?" Tina asked as she watched you fix your bunny ears. "Well he's one of Chrissy's friends!" You smiled, before you could continue the bedroom door opened.

Chrissy walked in, she had some kind of shot spilt on her clothes, "Who's my friend?" She asked as she walked to her closet and picked a different outfit. "Our little y/n is crushing on one of your friends!" Jennifer said as she hung off Chrissy's bed frame "Ooh who is it? Is it nick?" She guessed, clearly excited to hear about your crush. "No, try less popular" you hinted as you fixed your hair. Before any of the girls could throw out a guess you were interrupted by knocking in the door. "Chrissy, are you in there?" You recognized Eddie's voice through the door.

You quickly ran over and opened the door a bit, so only you were visible through the small open door "Uh hey, is Chrissy in there?" Eddie asked you, slightly flustered by your playboy suit, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering down further. "Um yeah but she's sorta busy right now! Do you need some help?" You smiled at him, you felt red all over while talking to him, "Uh no it's alright just tell her to come and talk to me when she's not busy.." he chuckled a bit "You sure you don't need help? I'm free right now!" You offered with a smirk. He just chuckled and shook his head. "Uh, just tell her to come find me, thanks!" He smiled at you before going down the stairs.

You turned towards the girls with a smile on your face. "Was that the hottie?!" Jennifer asked excitedly, you grinned and nodded at the three girls. "You like eddie?!" Chrissy said squealing as she ran over to you. "Yeah he's really cute, and he looks so hot in history class too!" You squeal just think about him rolling up his sleeves during one of the history lessons. "I assume Jason doesn't know, does he?" Tina asked, now joining the squeal fest. "No and in his words "don't hang out with those satanic freaks y/n! Or he'd be a bad influence on you y/n!" You mocked jason. "Screw him! Get your man!" Jennifer said as she stumbled over to you three girls.

You four girls had finished changing, you all made your way down the stairs, Chrissy had left you, Jennifer and Tina to try and find eddie. You three made your way towards the kitchen where Jason and his assholes he calls friend were.

"What are you wearing y/n?" Jason asked as he looked at your costume up and down in disgust. "I'm a bunny!" You said with a smirk. "Go change!" Jason said before taking a drink of his beer. "No! Let me wear what I want!" You scoffed. "Whatever!" He stormed off to the backyard. "Dick.." you whispered under your breath as you started to make a drink for yourself.

"Oh he's a total dick!" You looked up and saw Eddie, "Try living with him! It's a nightmare!" You joked making Eddie smile as he poured a drink as well. "Nice bunny costume carver! A big change from the sweet innocent care bear this morning!" You smiled at him. "And what might you be?" You asked, slightly leaning on the countertop.

"A Vampire, but don't worry I won't go for a sweet bunny tonight!" He joked, showing you his fake fangs he had on his k9 teeth. You felt red once again. "Oh thank you, Mr. Vampire!" You dramatically put your hand to your forehead. You both laughed. "Eddie!" You both looked over and saw Chrissy standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, looking at you both. "Uh, I'll be back y/n, stay here!" He said with a smile before he ran over and had Chrissy help him bring something in.

After a while you noticed, Eddie had been in the living room where most of the girls were fawning over him knowing how to play the guitar. "That bitch!" You said, catching the attention of Tina, who was sitting on the kitchen island. "Who?" You nodded in Eddie's direction. "He said he'd be back and he left me here for thirty minutes!" You scoffed and went to take a sip of your drink when you realized you were out.

"He lucked out this time, oh well, move onto a different guy y/n!" Tina said as she got off the island and walked out of the kitchen. You sighed and started to make your fourth drink that night. "Could you make me a rum and coke?" You looked up and saw one of Jason's friends Chance. You silently nodded at him and started to make his drink. "I like the playboy outfit y/n!" He said with a smile "thanks!" You said, trying to catch Eddie's eye. "Hey you wanna hang with me and the others outside y/n?" Chance caught your attention with his question. "Uh sure!" You smiled at him, you grabbed your cup and followed Chance to Chrissy's backyard. Some of the seniors had gotten in the pool, the others just sat outside talking.

Chance had led you to a small bonfire pit where some of Jason's friends were drinking and talking. "Hi y/n!" Jennifer greeted, still drunk off her ass. "Hi jen!" You smiled and sat down next to her. "Nice costume carver!" Andy winked at you. You shuddered and moved closer to jennifer. "Want a beer?" Patrick offered, you shook your head and showed him your red solo cup, you were busy talking to Jennifer you hadn't noticed, Chance and Andy sharing a look with each other.

Eddie had somehow managed to escape the hoard of stuck up girls who were all over him and his guitar. He walked into the kitchen, Hoping you would still be in there waiting for him. He sighed when he walked in and you were gone. He went to leave the kitchen but heard your laugh coming from outside. He walked outside and spotted you outside with Jason's friends.

He watched you for a bit, before he had decided to go and watch one of the jocks challenge someone on the kegs. "Hey y/n could you help me, I think my car keys fell out of my pocket!" You nodded at Andy and leaned over and started looking for keys on the grass. While you leaned over you hadn't noticed Chance pouring something in your cup and stirring it around. Jennifer was too busy trying not to fall over to notice either.

"Oh, found them!" You smiled as you sat back up straight "Thanks for helping y/n." Andy thanked, as he sipped his beer. "No problem andy!" You smiled quickly before taking a drink.

After a couple minutes you had started to feel dizzy, you excused yourself and made your way into the kitchen, luckily Eddie was in there as well getting a drink, he noticed you had started to stumble in. "You have one too many drinks, carver?" He asked, watching you stumble over to the counter. "I don't know, is it hot in here?" He raised an eyebrow at you "No? Do you need help getting on there?" You nodded as he helped you sit on the countertop. "It's really hot eddie!" You said while fanning yourself. "Y/n, you need a drink?" Chance asked as he ran in from outside, Andy and Jennifer following behind.

"Hang on man, she might be allergic to the alcohol!" Eddie held up his hand to Chance. Andy and Chance looked at each other. "I'll get her coke then!" Chance opened up a can and poured it into a cup. Andy walked over and acted like he was putting ice in the cup when he was really putting the rest of the powder in.

The pair had handed it to Eddie, who helped you drink the liquid. "Y/n, you alright?" You shook your head at him as you felt dizzier. You slouched over and kept taking deep breaths. You went to look up at Eddie. Before you could you had passed out. Eddie quickly picked you up from the table "here we'll take her!" Chance offered, Andy nodded as well. "It's alright I can take her to the hospital!" Eddie had caught the look the pair gave each other, Eddie trailed his eyes down and saw a powder coated bag sticking out of both their pockets. "You assholes!" He cursed, if Eddie wasn't holding your body in his arms he was convinced he would've thrown a punch at them. "Listen freak! You're gonna tell no one about this alright!" Andy got closer to him. Eddie went to fight back but stopped when you groaned in his arms. He scoffed at them and walked past them and right to his van.

Luckily he hadn't had too many drinks that night, he had opened up the passengers door and helped buckle you in. Eddie didn't care, he drove all crazy to the hospital. The 20 minute drive took about 15.

You had finally gained consciousness after a while, you noticed the bright light of an ER room. "Ah glad to see you up, ms carver!" The Nurse said as she walked into the small room. "What happened?" You asked as you looked under the hospital blanket and saw your Playboy suit was gone and now there was the hospital gown. "You were spiked ms carver!" Your eyes widen. "Luckily it wasn't too bad when you walked in, thanks to the gentleman who brought you in.." you nodded and looked around, trying to find a clue as to who brought you to the hospital.

"The gentleman is outside your room ms carver! He's just taking a quick break, he hasn't left your side since he brought you in!" You smiled at her and nodded. You leaned back against the pillows and watched as the nurse took out your iv.

"I'll go and get your release papers ready!" You quietly thanked the Nurse as she left the room. You had laid there waiting for the nurse of whoever brought you to the hospital to come back.

“Hey, you're awake! That’s a good sign!” you smiled as eddie walked in with a bag. “Thank you Eddie, for taking me here!” Eddie smiled back. “It’s not a problem really…” you both stayed silent for a moment before eddie broke it by handing you the bag. “I noticed you didn’t have any proper clothes and I doubt you want to be discharged while wearing a playboy bunny suit. So I bought this for you at the gift shop.” he explained as you opened the bag and saw a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt with the hospital logo on the front.

“Thank you again eddie!” you smiled at him. He nodded at you and went to leave the room so you could get dressed. “Could you stay here, Just in case I fall over or anything!” he laughed and turned away from you.

“Do you know who, you know..” you trailed off as you put on the shorts. “Yeah actually, it was Jason's friends! The guy who had a hat and the one who had a red jacket on!” you thought about and realized who the pair were. “Chance and Andy!” you shuddered as you thought back to earlier that night. “Those are their names?” you nodded as you slipped on the sweatshirt, you stopped when you realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, they're also Jason's best friends too!” you walked over and tapped eddie’s shoulder since you had finished changing.

“Ms carver, i just need you to sign these papers then i’ll wheel you downstairs! So if your boyfriend wants to get your car ready!” you both turned to the nurse both feeling flustered at her calling Eddie your boyfriend. You laughed a bit and nodded at her. Eddie just let out a cough and walked out the room to go get his van ready at the front.

Once you had finished the paperwork she wheeled you to the hospital entrance. You both had made it there before eddie could pull up, the nurse had started some small talk with you when you both watched eddie pull up in front of you both, he put the car in park and quickly hopped out to help you get into his car. The nurse whispered into your ear as Eddie opened the passenger door. “You got a pretty hot boyfriend if I do say so myself!” you both giggled.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you both but quickly dismissed it as both Eddie and the nurse helped you hop up into the passenger seat. You could tell the nurse told Eddie something as he shut your door.

He let out a chuckle before he nodded and walked over to his side door and got in. “I’m hungry, are you?” you asked him as he started to drive away from the hospital.

“Uh, yeah I could eat!” he said as started driving to a 24 hour diner. You smiled as you looked around his van, on his sun visors he had pins of his favorite metal bands. You noticed a metallica pin and turned to him. “Have you heard master of puppets by metallica yet? It came out earlier this month!” you asked excitedly, eddie did a double take between you and the road. “You listen to metallica?” he asked, slightly shocked, you nodded at him while smiling. “Yeah! Jason hates it when I play it in my car though!” you laughed a bit. “Well I have listened to master of puppets and I've learned it on my guitar!” your eyes widen at him. “You have?” he smiled and nodded at you.

You both talked about Metallica the whole drive to the diner. “Ladies first!” you smiled as he held the door open for you. “Why thank you!” you both laughed as you got sat by your waiter.

“What’ll it be, kids?” you and eddie looked at the menu . “I’ll have a dr pepper, and she’ll have an oreo shake.” you looked at eddie shocked. “How did you know?” he chuckled. “Gareth may or may not rant about your milkshake order!” you smiled. The waiter just rolled their eyes and walked away from you both.

After you two had ordered your food, you both talked about school, Jason, music and surprisingly how he hates pickles. “You want ‘em?” he offered which you took. “I love pickles!” he gagged as you happily ate it.

You made a face as Eddie squirted ketchup all over his fries. “You don’t eat them like that you weirdo!” you laughed as eddie took a fry and ate it with a smile on his face. “If we're gonna talk about how to eat fries, let’s talk about you dipping your fries in your shake!” he argued back.

“Hey! Don't knock it till you try it!” you said as you dipped a fry and held it to his lips, he looked disgusted at the fry, making you laugh a bit harder. He smiled wider at your laugh. “Just try it! If you don’t like it, I'll stop dipping them around you!” he sighed before he opened his mouth. You smiled and popped it in his mouth. He chewed it and sighed at you. “I hate to say this carver but…I love it, damn it!” you smiled smugly. Little did you know he hated the fry dipped in the shake but he didn’t want you to be upset at him for not liking it, what was the harm in a sweet innocent lie.

After you two had finished you both walked over to the register to pay.

“It’s two in the morning!” You said with wide eyes as you looked at the digital clock that hung above the register. “Time flies when you have fun I guess!” Eddie smiled as he paid for the meal before you could stop him. “Eddie! I was gonna pay! It's the least I could do after tonight.” he smiled at you. “You can tip her! That’s all I'm gonna let you do!” you smiled and pulled out a five dollar bill and ran to place it on the table. “You and your girlfriend are really cute together!” The young waiter running the cashier said to Eddie as soon as you ran back to your table. Eddie smiled as he watched you give the waiter the tip all smiley. “Thanks! Have a good night!” he said as the kid handed Eddie his change.

Eddie waited for you at the front of the restaurant, you came walking up to Eddie smiling. “You ready?” he asked, you nodded at him, carrying a to go cup with. “What’s in the cup?” he asked as he helped you hop into the passenger's seat. “The waiter gave me a refill!” he smiled as you handed him the cup and buckled yourself in. He chuckled and handed back the cup. He quickly hopped in on his side and started to drive away. Eddie bit his lip and turned to you for a second before looking back at the road “Do you wanna stay with me for the night? I mean my uncle works at night and it would be nice to have someone over..” he trailed off.

You smiled at him. “Sure!” you both smiled as eddie started to drive to his trailer. You had dozed off a bit as he drove, you were still sleepy when Eddie shook you awake. “We’re here y/n.” you nodded and hopped out of the car and followed Eddie to the door.

“Sorry for the mess!” he apologized as he opened the door and let you go in first. “I’ve seen my room in worse stages!” you joked, eddie smiles, “You can sleep on my mattress, i’ll lay on the couch!” he said as he guided you to his bedroom. “Oh um alright..” you nodded and sat down on his bed. “Do you need a shirt?” you nodded your head at his offer. “I’ll let you use my hellfire shirt!” he smiles at you and hands it over. You stood up from the bed and walked to the small bathroom you saw on your way to Eddie's room.

You took off the sweatshirt and put on his hellfire shirt, you smelt his cologne on his shirt and smiled. you walked back into his room, he had his back to the door, you felt butterflies in your stomach as you watched his back muscles move as he slipped on a shirt. You quickly acted like you had just walked in as he turned around.

“I guess I'll see you in the morning, goodnight y/n!” you smiled as Eddie walked down the small hallway to the couch. “Goodnight eddie!” he smiled as he fixed the couch for the night.

Half an hour had gone by and you hadn’t managed to fall asleep yet, you turned onto your back and looked around Eddie's bedroom, you tilted your head at the handcuffs hanging up on his wall. You sighed and played with the hem of the blanket. You looked around the room before getting up from the mattress, you wrapped his blanket around yourself and walked towards Eddie on the couch.

You tapped his shoulder, Eddie stirred a bit before he opened his eyes, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” he propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m sorry, I feel bad interrupting your sleep but it's just lonely in your room…could I come lay with you? Only if you let me though!” you disclaimed. Eddie just chuckled at you and made room for you, he patted in front of him, you smiled and happily laid down, facing him.

“Goodnight y/n!” you smiled at him. “Good night eddie!” you closed your eyes and scooted closer into eddie, without a second thought he pulled you closer and held the back of your head.

You both peacefully drifted off to sleep. Sleeping blissfully unaware of the storm yet to come in the morning.

You and Eddie woke you to the sound of rain droplets falling onto the window. You both laughed as you both pulled away from each other’s grip. “Guess I should take you home now huh?” you smiled and nodded at eddie. You both had gotten dressed, you hesitantly gave back his shirt, and put on the sweatshirt Eddie had bought for you.

You both sat in silence as Eddie drove back to your house. You were surprised when Eddie pulled into the driveway of the house, you saw Jason and Chrissy out on the wrap around porch, pacing. Your brain feared the worst, you quickly hopped out of the van and ran over to the pair, Eddie following behind you.

“Y/n, thank jesus!” Jason said as he watched you run up the steps and ran over to him and chrissy. Jason noticed Eddie standing behind you. He quickly moved you and chrissy behind him “How could you spike her you freak!" He asked as he walked closer to eddie. "I didn't do anything! It was your supposed friend's carver!" Eddie held his hand up. "Bullshit! They told me you slipped y/n something and took off!" You walked over and pushed the pair apart.

"He's telling the truth jason! It was Andy and chance!” you told Jason as you stood in front of eddie. “How do you know it was them y/n?!” Jason yelled. Chrissy held Jason from walking any closer to Eddie and yourself.

“Because I doubt if Eddie had drugged me, he would've been waiting at the hospital with me, and driven me home, fully conscious at that!” you reasoned. Jason sighed and looked at Eddie, who nodded in agreement with your words. “I swear I would never do such a thing to your sister!” Jason sighed at you both “How though, i mean i didn’t see you with them at all last night!” Jason ran a hand through his hand and looked at you for an answer. “I hung out with them, Jen and Patrick by chrissy’s fire pit, I assume Andy had me look for his keys just so Chance could slip something in my drink.” you explained, jason scoffed and connected the dots himself, the pair had been asking questions about you earlier that day during gym.

“Don’t think too much about it, freak, but thanks for helping y/n..” Jason said as he made his way to his car. “Where is he going?” Eddie asked as you three watched Jason drive away from the house. “Probably going to their houses!” you said nonchalantly.

“I’m gonna go inside now! Bye eddie!” chrissy said as she walked into your house. You turned to Eddie and smiled. “Um, thank you again for last night!” He gave you a tiny smile. “It’s not a problem y/n.. I should probably get going now. I guess I'll see you at school.” he started walking to his van, you heard tapping on the window behind you, you turned around and saw Chrissy in the window with a piece of paper that read “ASK HIM ON A DATE!” you laughed and nodded at her, you turned and ran over to eddie’s door.

“Eddie, wait!” He rolled his window down. “Yes?”

You took a deep breath. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” you held your breath for his response. He let out a chuckle.

“I’ll see you tonight at 8, Same diner as last night.” you smiled and nodded at him. “I look forward to it munson!” you smiled and started walking into your house as eddie drove away.

“What did he say?!” chrissy asked as she walked over to you. “I get to see him tonight!” you both squealed and celebrated your new date.

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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Go for the heart

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Enemies to lovers

Royal AU

Tw: blood, slight gore, weapons, fire, death, fighting

Cw: not angst but not all fluff

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“Sylvee, where are we goinggg” you whined, your maid and one of your best friends had dragged you from the training grounds (where you weren’t supposed to be, as you’re brother forbid you from doing anything that could hurt you) “shhh, they don’t know you’re coming” she whispered. Puzzled, you kept following her, until you came to an opening in the trees, that’s where you saw him. Technoblade. “Sylvee, I cant talk to the enemy.” The three boys jumped and saw you. Wilbur and Tommy seemed angry at the blonde girl who was clearly leading you towards them, knowing that she had put their lives in direct danger by bringing you near them. You immediately drop the sword you where holding and bowed to the men. “Prince Thomas, Prince Wilbur, Chief Technoblade. You are in no danger as far as I can control, but I will protect myself and my maid as needed.” As you stood and saw Sylvee standing you smacked her shoulder to make her bow quickly. “Sylvee, why am I here?” You asked as you picked back up your sword. “You’re infront of the best swordsman on this side of the globe, if you want to learn, learn from him” she said before running back to your home.

Sighing you turn back to the men. “Gentlemen, I am so sorry for her behavior-“ you then notice the pink haired man kneel infront of you and hold out a hand. While it is proper, you didn’t expect a proper introduction from the commanding chief of your enemy kingdom. Placing your hand in his he kisses your coronation ring and smiles. The two princes bow. “Boys boys, don’t be so stiff. You’re not in danger.” The elder prince speaks up “actually, by interacting with you, we are.” With a sigh you walk up to him and hold out your arms for a hug. The man seems shocked before stepping closer, you wrap your arms around him and hold him for a moment before stepping back. The brunette has tears in his eyes and whispers “thank you” you nod and smile “of course. I’m here for you darlin.” All three men seem shocked. The blonde speaks “b-but that’s against the rules, and by the rules I mean the law.” You smile at him, a toothy, cheeky, excited grin. “Oh doll, the rules don’t work on me. I’ll tell my brother to fuck off and I’ll stab a bitch.” You jab the air with your sword, making the teen laugh. Proud, you sheath your sword and turn to the pinkette. “Now, how do I convince you that I’m not a threat” you smile at the man. He holds a hand out and you shake it, but he doesn’t let go. You hold eye contact. He expects you to reach for your sword, but you don’t. Your sly grin changes to a small sweet smile. His grip loosens enough that you could have moved your hand, but you didn’t. Then he completely lets go and you let your hand drop. You’d not only gained his trust, but his respect. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, despite the fact that he could’ve. You looked at him, to anyone else it would seem like you where sizing him up, but techno knew the look. You where trying to find out what’s wrong with him, he’d been giving you the same look. “Raised by my brother, grew up in a castle, you do the math” you say to him, he chuckles. “Fair enough” you sat yourself down on the ground and start picking at grass. Tommy sits next to you. “You can call me Tommy.” He says, you smile. “I think I’m gonna call you kiddo.” He seems gitty, happy to be accepted as a kid, not as a prince, but a kid. “Ok.” And he puts his head on your shoulder. After a while Techno grabs your sword. “Hey.” You say as you gently push the sleeping Tommy onto Wilbur’s shoulder instead of yours.

Techno swings the weapon, you catch his wrist mid swing, making him drop the blade from shock. “Woah” Wilbur whispered from behind you. You pick the sword up off the ground. “To slow.” You tease the caped man. In any other case he would’ve been pissed. “Wilbur, bring Tom inside for me” he said, the brunette nodding and doing as told. Once the younger two where gone, techno pulled you in by the hips. “How?” He asked “pattern recognition.” You say back, matter of factly. He nodds, asking for more information. “You swung upwards, you weren’t going to hit me, so you’re arm was going to swing left, to counteract your momentum, so I grabbed you before you could move” he seemed intrigued. Gently grabbing your cheek and leaning towards you. “What are you doing soldier?” You asked with a smirk. “You aren’t my king darling, I’d watch how you speak to me” you lean in a bit more “shut up and kiss me” he closes the gap, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hips, leaving one on your cheek. Once he pulled away and you opened your eyes, leaving your forehead resting on his and smiling. “So princess, may I walk you home?”

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crumbakery · 2 months

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How To Regress On Your Own !

I personally have troubles regressing on my own sometimes, but here's a few things that have helped me achieve a long-lasting regression session !

1. Make a schedule

I am busy with two jobs and going back to school for my GED- so doing housework and homework on top of that can leave little to no time for regression, which unfortunately is the case for a lot of kiddos out there. I try to find at least an hour of my day (usually at night) to regress! I have an alarm on my phone for 8pm. So no matter what, 8pm will always be baby time.

2. Prep

Some age regressors have nobody to caregive or babysit them- that's when prep comes in handy! here's a small list of things I do when my cg isn't in carer space or is too busy to take care of me.

♡ Set up your little area!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ by cleaning up your bed or a part of your room, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ you'll achieve a nice clean space to play!

♡ Bring out your favorite regression gear!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Make sure to wash all items that go in your mouthㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ like pacifiers and teethers! you should also take this ㅤ time to set out toys, books, and soft items like blankets.ㅤ Get your favorite shows or movie ready before starting the next step

♡ Snack Time! (dont forget water)ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤMake your favorite food and grab some snacks.ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤprepping heavily using this list will make sure you don't ㅤㅤhave to get big or do adult stuff during your agere time

Now that you have your toys, a clean area to play, and snacks (and hopefully water or juice), you can start your show and wind-down! there's nothing that needs to be cleaned, no food that you have pause your regression to make- no reason to get up and grab toys that are already by your side! you're all ready for a long kiddo sesh!

★ I personally turn my phone on do not disturb and use my tablet to play games / watch shows so no notifications or unwanted interactions can take place. I never use social media during the times I'm regressed to save my innocence ect from the harmful world that is media. I usually take photos for aesthetic purposes, but I'm never regressed while I take them! this is a reminder that your regression is yours, you can be as private or as open about it as you please, as long as you're not harming yourself or others, live your life how you want to live it!

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jjsmaybank20 · 2 years

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The Other Parker Part 3

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Warnings will come with the chapters.

Word Count: 1.1k

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

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Y/N's POV "Jesus, Y/N! How do you fall asleep so fast?!" I faintly hear someone exclaim. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes, trying to figure out where we are. I then remember that we are on the way to the Avengers compound, and that I'm in Tony Stark's car. Peter is sitting next to me, laughing with Mr. Stark. "Yeah, haha, so funny, laugh it up. How close are we to the Compound?" I snap at them. "We are pulling up to the gates right now." Mr. Stark tells me. Peter shoots me an excited look and we both start bouncing and looking out the window for a view of the Avengers building within the compound. "Alright, kiddos. Everyone is inside and very excited to meet you. Well, maybe not Bucky, but he hates everyone except for Steve. So you are going to grab your things, and just leave them in the entryway. Someone will take them up to your rooms for you." Peter and I share a nervous glance. "Can we take our own stuff up? There's some very delicate items." Mr. Stark shoots us a confused look, but then just shrugs and says, "Whatever floats your boat." We grin at him just as we feel the car stop. Peter jumps out and opens the trunk. I run around behind him and grab as much stuff as I can. He grabs a whole bunch of our things, before running forward saying, "Ha! I got more stuff than you did, Y/N! In your fa- WOAH!" I laugh uncontrollably as I see my brother trip on the curb and fall flat on his face. "Thank god you didn't grab any of our tech. Loser!" I say as I walk towards the front door, making a point of stepping over the curb. As I approach the door, I realize that it is glass, and that all of the Avengers have just witnessed that chaotic interaction between me and my brother.

Way to make a good first impression, Y/N.

Wanda's POV I meet up with everyone near the front door of the compound building. We see a black car pull up in front. A boy I recognize as Peter jumps out of the car and runs to the trunk. Almost immediately after, a girl hops out and runs around back. I don't get a very good look at her before she loads up on items from the trunk. Peter says something to her, and then tries to run to the door with his arms filled with bags and boxes. He trips on the curb and I see the girl whom I assume is Y/N laughing at him. I hear Bucky and Sam snickering to themselves and I can't help but laugh a little as well. Y/N walks and exaggerates stepping over the curb while Peter glares at her from behind. As she gets to the door, she suddenly freezes. Steve takes initiative and opens the door for her. She slowly takes a step in, and looks for somewhere to put her stuff down. "Over here is fine." Steve says to her. She nods and puts all of her baggage in the spot that he gestured to. When I see her clearly for the first time, my breath is knocked out of me. Her Y/E/C eyes are sparkling, her Y/H/C hair is gorgeous, and her face is just flawless. She looks at all of us and says, "Well, that was not a spectacular first impression of me. I'm not that much of a dick, except to my brother." She has a deeper voice than I expected. It was husky and strong. Basically just a really sexy voice.

A really sexy voice?! What is up with me today?!

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Just then, Peter makes his way into the building with Tony. "Pete! You made it!" Y/N exclaims at her brother, with a crooked grin on her face that causes butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah, no thanks to you dickhead." He says, but grins back. "Steve doesn't like that kind of language." Tony exclaims. Steve just rolls his eyes at him. He then starts to introduce everyone to the twins. "As Tony just told you, I'm Steve. This is Sam, Bucky, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Vision, Rodney, and Wanda." As each person was introduced, they waved, except for Bucky, who just grunted. When Steve got to me, I did a little wave, and looked up at the siblings. Y/N was looking at me intensely, which caused a blush to form on my cheeks. She smirked, and then turned to the rest of the group. "Hi! Y'all all already know who we are. Our powers are we can stick to things, we have heightened senses, increased strength, and we can sense danger. I also can read minds and project my thoughts into other people." Everyone looks around skeptically. "That wasn't in your file." Clint states bluntly. "Alright. If you want me to prove it, I will." She starts to work her way down the line of people. Peter stands back, smirking. "Steve, I'll help you work your phone if you want. Sam, if you want a taco, by all means, I'm not keeping you here. Bucky..." She trails off when she gets to Bucky, but then goes in to hug him. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes into the hug. Everyone looks surprised. She is the first person besides Steve and Sam in this compound who hasn't been thrown across the room after touching him. She smiles at him, and the continues down the line. "Bruce, I would absolutely love to see your lab. That project that your working on looks super cool. Natasha, yes, yes I am single." Natasha shoots me a look after Y/N answers her question. I blush at the ground. "Clint, I do not know how to shoot a bow, but I've always wanted to learn. Thor, no, I probably cannot lift your hammer. Vision, I don't know what the hell is going on in your head, but one thing I did get. If your into her, then make a move. The worst that will happen is you get rejected. Rodney, I have no doubt that your suit is bigger than Mr. Stark's. Mr. Stark, I bet she misses you too. You should probably call her if you miss her that much. And Wanda... well that's interesting." I blush, but then I hear in my head,

So you think I'm hot? Gotta say, your easy on the eyes as well.

(A/N: Wanda's thoughts are going to be bold and italic now.)

Impressive powers. Also, impressive people skills. I have literally never seen someone besides Steve and Sam be able to touch Bucky outside of a sparring match, let alone hug him.

He needed it.

Why?

Not for me to tell.

She turns back to the dumbstruck group. "Now. Who will show me at my brother up to our rooms?"

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