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balletfilmss · 1 month

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SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!aphrodite!reader

✸ summary: it’s not your fault that your sister’s ex boyfriend is so stuck in your head that you can think of little else but him

✸ warnings: intense makeout but nothing more

✸ a/n: ik we’re all tired of the aphrodite reader, but it’s essential to the plot 🥲 anyways, justice for my man jason, he needs more fics

You shouldn’t have been thinking about your sister’s ex boyfriend so much, and especially not like this.

Piper and Jason broke up two months ago and had both well since moved on. No hard feelings involved, just a little resolution that they were better off as friends.

It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.

You shouldn’t have felt so bad about how much you thought about him. He was just so captivating, so beautiful. You remembered every detail Piper had ever told you about him as well as every one you had learned on your own.

The curve of his lips and the pale scar scored through them. The flex of his muscles when he trained. Those glasses that made him look unfairly attractive.

Gods, it made you so upset that you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him like this, obsessing over the fact that you couldn’t have him.

Maybe Piper wouldn’t care. Or maybe, she’d be inflamed by the fact that you’d gotten with her ex boyfriend, friendly breakup or not. There was probably some girl code about this, right?

There definitely was, and your sisters would probably have your head if they knew you were busy breaking it.

You tried your best to stay away from Jason, you really did. If you just kept your distance, you could harbor the obsession in your own mind, keep it to yourself.

But of course, the son of Jupiter just had to notice it. Notice your distance. Notice you.

It was his fault, really, what was happening. He was the one who had approached you at the campfire, his mind set on getting an answer as to why you were trying to avoid him.

He was the one who’d followed you back to the cabins when you took off. He was the one who provoked you first.

It wasn’t your fault that everything just came spilling out. All your feelings and secrets, pretty much everything short of your guts, spewed from your mouth when you just couldn’t take the questions anymore.

This was going to hurt, you knew it would. You were prepared. And maybe, you wanted to get a little hurt.

But what you weren’t prepared for was that maybe, Jason Grace was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it!” You had confessed, standing in front of the door to Cabin Ten. “You drive me absolutely crazy, Jay. And I’m probably just embarrassing myself, but you wanted an answer and this is it.”

Jason looked at your face and then down at the wrist he’d caught to stop you from going inside your cabin and that he was still holding onto. His skin was hot. His head was spinning.

He was standing really close to you. You let out a deep breath, preparing for a rejection that would be embarrassing as hell.

“Who says you shouldn’t?” He breathed out the question, a tempting little smile on his lips.

You looked at his lips. He looked at yours. You went for it.

You grabbed his forearm of the hand still holding onto you and yanked him forward. In a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your lips against his.

He responded immediately, hands gripping onto the sides of your waist as his lips mashed against yours feverishly.

You skin was alive with delight, your head buzzing with excitement.

You stumbled backwards and grabbed onto the doorknob behind you, the boy following blindly after you. You twisted it with one hand, pulling him closer to you by his arm with the other.

Nobody was inside, they were all still at the campfire and should be for another good hour.

You made your way inside somehow, hardly pulling yourself away from his captivity. On the other side of the cracked door, you looked up at him, a moment of hesitation.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You asked as you caught your breath, which mixed together with his.

“You think so?” he asked, pressing a quick kiss to your wet lips. Moonlight filtered in through the cabin windows and covered him in a beautiful glow.

“I don’t know,” you answered. Looking at him, nothing seemed like a bad idea. You knew he’d slept on the opposite side of one of these beds as Piper, you knew he’d once maybe loved her.

You knew all of that. He did too. But still, you couldn’t help it.

“Well I do. I know.” He said. The hand he had on you slid up your arm and over your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Damn son of Jupiter and his electricity.

He rested it against your cheek, warm and tingly against your skin. He stared at you like maybe he wanted to risk getting hurt too.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for weeks.” He confessed, his voice husk. He trailed his other hand up your arm until it mirrored his other, now holding your face between his hands. You thought you just might die on the spot.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” He asked, face so close to yours that you could almost taste him again.

Even if it was a bad idea, it’d be fine.

“Not at all.”

He pulled you in this time. He held one hand on the side of your neck, the other on your face, and kissed you with ferocity.

You let him push you back until your back hit the door, closing it fully with a satisfying click.

You pushed your lips against his hard. No amount of close was close enough. You felt dizzy, lightheaded with bliss.

Your hands slid down his abdomen to the hem of his shirt and then, underneath. Your fingers pressed against his skin, sending shivers up his spine.

You could feel a smile tug at his lips as they moved methodically with yours, right beside where his scar was.

You’d always thought about what it might feel like, and now, you were rhapsodic that you had found out.

He forced his lips away from yours and began trailing sloppy little kisses from the corner of your mouth and across your jaw, lower and lower until his lips slotted against your neck.

You tilted your head back to assist, give him more room to roam. When it knocked against the wood behind it, he brought his hand up behind your head, carefully putting a barrier between you and the door.

He moved further down your collar bone, teeth and tongue and lips all heavenly against your skin.

One particular nip provoked a gasp from you, and your nails dug into the flesh of his abdomen, leaving little crescent shapes that would be there in the morning to remind him.

No sooner did you hear voices. Outside, there were footsteps crunching against the grass and the sound of voices as campers returned from the campfire. The one time they end early.

“Jase,” you sighed, your hands crawling out from underneath his shirt, much to your dismay. “People are coming.”

He pulled away from you, looking at you with disheveled hair, swollen lips, and beautiful as ever. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth, smiling at the fact he had been allowed to lay hands on you.

“You kicking me out?” He asked teasingly, voice low and insanely attractive so that it was such a shame he couldn’t stay.

“I dunno, do you want to get caught?”

“Hmm, maybe next time.”

You suppressed a smile as you pushed him towards the window at the back of the cabin. “Next time?”

“Yep,” he quipped, pushing open the glass pane and letting in the summer air. It was almost like he’d done it before. “None negotiable. You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

You breathed out a laugh as he ducked down towards the window. “Get out.”

The doorknob to the cabin twisted, and Jason pressed a chaste kiss to your head, whispered to you a goodnight, and then he was gone.

You could hear his feet hit the grass as the door swung open and in walked Piper and Drew.

“What was that?” Piper asked as you quickly slammed window shut.

“Nothing.”

#୨୧ love letters #jason grace #jason grace x fem!reader #jasongrace #jason grace imagine #jason grace imagines #jason grace x reader #jason grace smut #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #hoo #hoo x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x you #jason grace x aphrodite reader

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serotonins-stuff · 2 months

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I have a Bakugou x fem! reader request if you’re willing!

so reader is really smart but disguises it at school because she’s afraid people (especially boys) will think she’s stuck-up and unattractive. But Bakugou sees through her act and likes how smart she is and asks her out in his own Bakugou way.

Preferably fluff but suggestive bc Bakugou is turned on by smart women ;)

thanks!

Smartass | K•Bakugo

Includes : Fluff

Warnings : none

A/n: Apologies for only getting to the requests months later :), I've got quite slot on my schedule.

Exhaustion wouldn't even be able to explain how you felt after an all nighter, studying your ass off for a biology test after all you've done the past week is hang out with your friends who could care less about good grades.

Being in this highschool meant that you would be classified as a nerd if anyone knew about the lengths you go through for a perfect score, so naturally you did everything you could to avoid that.

You never bragged or showed anyone your scores, you never raised your hand in class even if your mind was tearing you apart for knowing the answer, and because of this no one had gotten suspicious of your actions because you were sure to attract as little attention towards yourself as possible.

Though, at least that's what you thought.

You were convinced that you fooled everyone but, unbeknownst to you, there was always someone watching you from the corner of your eye.

Bakugo Katsuki, the only person in your class who found your behavior suspicious.

Occasionally he would pass by while you're talking to your friends in the hall and overhear you claim that you didnt study for the test. Though it would be a different story when he got a glance of your perfect score from where he sat behind you.

Today was no different, because as soon as you got your paper you flipped it upside down before a look of dissapproval crossed your features. It made his blood boil. Why would someone as smart as you not want to show off their skills to the world?

"We're going to have a class project" The teacher spoke out, "As you all know we're going to the aquarium next week-."

Various complains could be heard by some of the students and you tried to refrain from showing your excitement.

The idea of biology made you feel giddy inside. You were just imagining how calming it would be like to be in the presence of so much aquatic life, in the dimmly lit hues of the water cascading all around the building.

"As I was saying.." She cleared her throat and everyone went silent. "I'm going to be putting you in pairs"

Your heart dropped.

She had to be joking right?. The people in your class had to be the laziest people you had ever met in your life, and there was no way you were going to be stuck with them for a whole day.

Every group project you've been in, there would always be only one person who did the the work, while the others would slack off, and that person was you.

Nobody ever handed their assignments in on time or even took it the slightest bit of interest. You played along with their act, fearing that they'd judge you for being a goody two shoes if you spoke up. In your own time you'd sit by yourself to finish the project and of course they'd take all the credit. They always take the credit.

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you flinched.

"You dreaming in class?" He scoffed, staring you down with his crimson eyes, His face held a neutral expression, and could feel from his aura that he was trying to read you.

"Katsuki Bakugo" you said in acknowledgement, averting your eyes from his to break the somewhat intense staredown.

"Y/n L/n" he tilted his head, not once looking away from your face. "Pair up with me"

You looked at him with shock, was this the same Bakugo who always wanted to work by himself because 'everyone else is weak', now standing at your table demanding you to work with him?

You never really spoke to him in class, but often you'd find yourself staring at him whenever you had hero training. He was always so focused and well calculated. On the battle field he's better than you in every aspect.

He was smart, possibly even smarter you, so why did he need you on his team when he'd just fine by himself?

"Um, why me?" You you're voice wavered.

"You're one of the only idiots in this class who actually put in the effort"

Your eyes widened and you stared at him to search for any sign that he was joking, but he wasn't. Could this mean that he was one of the people that actually acknowleded your hard efforts?

"What you're what you're talking abo-"

He cut you off before rolling his eyes. "You can't pull that clueless act shit on me and you know that."

You avertes your gaze and he continued. "You get a perfect score on almost every test, yet you don't tell anyone that cause you don't wan em to know you're a smartass."

He would rather much have to work with you than the other people in the class, considering you always take the number two spot regarding academics. He's always right ahead of you, scowling in first place, but hell- even he had to admit that there was nothing hotter than a smart woman. If anything he wanted to see this smartness up close, test the limits, and see just how much of your intelligence you were hiding from everyone else.

Don't get him wrong, he loved getting first place, though it wasn't really worth it if his opponents weren't going to give him a challenge. He wanted to fight for his place, give blood his blood sweat and tears for it.

And what better way to do that then get his academic rival pumped up?

You sighed in defeat and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. "We'll have to do research, you free after school?"

He looked away slightly bashful as your fingers brushed against his to type in your number.

"Yeah I am, did you have any place in mind?"

"The cafe two blocks down, afterschool" he said abruptly and turned to leave but stopped when you spoke.

"I don't know where that is" you said softly.

"I'll walk you there after school" he replied, a tiny hint of nervousness coming from his voice.

He needed to end this conversation or else he was gonna end up looking like a tomato from all of this blushing. He practiced this conversation a million times in his head and even that wasn't enough to prepare him. Hearing your voice address him did things to him that nobody would ever understand. The look of your sweet gaze directed to him was more than he could ever ask for.

This class project was a great excuse for him to get to know you better, but you didn't need to know that.

It would've been embarrassing if you noticed him acting all weird, but luckily you were too trappped in your own little world to notice.

•••

A/n. (again) : Focused on getting requests out :)

See you all on Friday.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #mha bakugou #mha fluff #mha x reader #my hero acedamia #bakugo katsuki #serotonins stuff

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screams-in-writing · 7 days

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oops my hands slipped

what do you mean I’m obsessed over this man? I have no idea what you could possibly mean I think I like him…a normal amount. :)

A lazy day off would have been the same old, same old, had you not met a certain someone several months ago. A certain someone who appeared to have gotten it into mind that these days off were for the two of you to dote upon one another, not run errands.

That certain someone sure did love having your full undivided attention on him; delighted in every second of it, come to think of it. The novelty of being in the company of someone who wanted to be there. And when his mind wasn’t on his never-ending quest for high-ratings and whatever else he had planned (that he had yet to reveal), he showered that attention back on you with an intensity that bordered on almost alarming.

Mr. Puzzles was quite an intense individual when he was focused.

Which was why you were currently stuck in bed in your pajamas at ten in the morning, the man alongside you clearly requiring attention from the way he’d been curled up around you from behind for hours and hours.

For the time being, he was quite content to use you as a body pillow while he hummed some new song he wanted to implement into some future show. It was a novelty to Mr. Puzzles to be integrated into a team, after being on his own tor so long trying to do everting himself. It was slow going to convince him it’d turn out well; at the very least, he hadn’t dragged anyone into the world he held within his head for…at least a month, if that. He could be very passionate if an idea grasped him in the moment.

The static currently emanating from Mr. Puzzles’ face was a nice, warm and ticklish sensation to you; likely why he’d craned down to press the screen to the nape of your neck after avoiding the hair this past hour.

Muffled laughter sounded over the squirm of surprise from you when his arms gently squeezed tighter around your middle.

There came a light, heavy two to the side of your neck.

Then again, slower this time.

Nuzzling was awkward but somehow, the man with a tv for a head was able to make it work, somehow managing to be even closer to you as he pressed in to firmly rub his screen into neck and occasionally, shoulder, through fabric.

A cheerful morning news show clip briefly played in response to you asking him if he was awake and not just laughing in his sleep with automated laughs.

Tease.

With a wriggle backward, Mr. Puzzles reluctantly loosened his arms from around you to allow you to turn over in arms. From the expectant expression displayed on the screen tilted down toward you right now, Mr. Puzzles had an idea of what you wanted.

After receiving silent consent in the form of leaning his body, and in turn, his tv head closer, you reached up to lightly trace fingers along his screen. The light touch made Mr. Puzzles’ face and multi-colored smile switch briefly into static gray and white fuzz before a pleased expression popped up with a great big doofy grin that hid the, as you liked to call it, ‘crazy unhinged madman that trapped people like puppets in his head’.

It was a work in progress, that.

No, you did not want Mr. Puzzles to trap your coworkers in the world inside the tv he held sway over, even if you couldn’t help but laugh at the antics initially as well as the absurdity of it being possible (right along with a man who had a tv for a head). Right before scolding the man and making him reluctantly relinquish the unwilling participants aka a small number of your coworkers.

Currently, Mr. Puzzles face sagged into your touch, hands bracing on either side of your shoulders to loom over you without falling over. A quick, sneaky turn of one of the dials on the left side of his head made him jerk his body to the side and back. But then with a sly look, indulged you by briefly playing some cheesy romcom on the screen before Mr. Puzzles’ made his move when one of your hands went to shoulder.

Gently, carefully, he leaned his lanky body over so his screen could press to your face, making you close you eyes to enjoy the odd sensation of electrical currents and fuzzy static as a teasing voice spoke from the speaker of the tv.

“I see you, my newest star actor, quite close up. Have you anything to say to your…riveted watcher?”

“Your watcher of one for the morning?” Blindly reaching up, you turned the screen down a tad and planted a big ole kiss on the dumbass’ screen with an overdone ‘mwah’ sound. “How’s that for an answer, Mr. Host of one?”

Static sparked out the top of Mr. Puzzles’ antenna and the sides of his screen. His tv head briefly jerked back, revealed a slightly unhinged, if very intense look fixed directly on you.

“Quite the compliment, I’d say.” Mr. Puzzles purred, tone a little deeper as static overlapped his voice, digital eyes intent on you. “Would you care to do a repeat performance? To see if it was truly a 5-star rating for my show of one?”

You dragged this smug asshole man down by the shoulders to pepper his screen face in kisses while he mock-defended himself with dramatic flair. Then, all at once, Mr. Puzzles rolled the two of you over on the bed so you could sprawl yourself comfortably on top of him, playing with the collar of his dress shirt as he similarly fidgeted with your hair.

“Are you quite certain you don’t want to be my co-host?” Mr. Puzzles prodded with a wide screen across the screen.

“You asked me that already.” You pointed out, a faint shudder rolling through you as Mr. Puzzles leaned up to rest the side of his boxy tv head against your own to whisper smoothly, lowly, conspiringly.

“Until you give me a direct answer, my dear.”

#smg4 mr puzzles #Smg4 mr #smg4 mr puzzles x reader #x reader #come get y’all’s man #Forgive any mistakes I typed this on a phone at the end of the workday #TFW you realize you want to smooch a man with a tv for a head but not anyone in irl #my writing snippets

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skeletoninthemelonland · 6 months

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In your theory about the Spring Bonnie suit possession, did Afton ever get used to it? Like after going through the pain long enough he was kinda numb to it? Also what are the situations in those thousands of times that he would have died and had to pull himself back together? Like if he got too tired and couldn't hold it much longer?

Very curious about this theory and it's also HORRIFYING

Although he's spent a really long time stuck inside the safe room, I don't think he has ever gotten used to the pain. I guess it only contributed to his hatred of the children. He took advantage of it, overpowering his own suffering with feelings of anger and resentment.

Spending 3 decades undead is one thing, but spending 3 decades undead and locked away from the world is another. In a sense, time stopped for him. If time stops, nothing changes, and so does his mind. There is not "enough room" for him to process any of those negative thoughts.

In regards to the multiple deaths situation, there's a way to exemplify it:

Imagine an anatomical heart. The resting heart rate for adults ranges from 60 to 100 beats per minute.

Now, imagine that the diastole (when the heart muscle relaxes) is a cell falling apart, and the systole (when the heart muscle contracts) is the cell being forced back together. Now, imagine a REALLY quick heartbeat. It's so fast that you could hear a quiet whirring sound, like a machine. Those are the cells, breaking and rearranging themselves over and over again.

You can't exactly get tired/notice time passing if you lack a reminder of the world moving on (e.g., scrolling on TikTok). Once Springtrap was freed, all the hate he'd accumulated spread over. Time was "unpaused". He left the loop and was allowed to move on, meaning he could eventually get tired.

Getting tired meant allowing himself to permanently stay dead, which he took a long time to do. At some point, he must've leaned against a wall in silence, in the same position he was found at Fazbear's Fright, and waited for the already deteriorated cells to succumb. I think that's how he died.

#tw: body horror #tw: death #tw: mentions of death #cw: death #cw: body horror #cw: mentions of death #starbstalks #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #springtrap

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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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"The stars could never compare to the tears in your eyes." | John " Soap " McTavish x M! Reader

❥It is 12 am have mercy on me. I tried to add as much accent to Soaps words that I could</3. Soap is cooking scot porridge with fruits just because. Not proofread ngl, also Soap has an outgrown mohawk bc who let this man cut his hair???

❥Soap is a whore for you??

❥SMUT. Edging, Praise, Degradation, Begging, Whimpering, Overstimulation. Blowjobs & Handjobs. Soap n Reader are married! Lovingly destroys his organs. Submissive Soap supremacy

❥NSFW below the cut!

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The clock read 7:21 AM. Surprised you were even up so early, you stared at your love from across the island where you sat in the kitchen. His slender hands focusing on chopping up some strawberries for his porridge. You stood up and walked around the island to stand at your husbands side, wrapping a hand around his wait as you rest your head against his shoulder.

He turned his head to give your forehead a kiss and continued chopping the red fruit into small bits. You grumbled into your boys shoulder with boredom, an idea suddenly flooding your brain. Moving the hand you hand against his lower waist, you brushed it slightly against his crotch. Watching his hands so you wouldn't be the reason he accidently cut his finger off. He gasped quietly, stopping his movements suddenly, turning to glare at you. " Its 7 in the mornin' n you're already teasing me, love? " He rolled his eyes in a mock-annoyed way.

You looked at him innocently through your eyelashes, turning around to lean on the counter. " Don't you think you've chopped those strawberries into small enough pieces, John? " You teased, looking at the small slivers of fruit on the cutting board. He looked down, suddenly realizing how small they had gotten.

" Fine, I'll do the blueberries now. Do we still have any? " He asked, moving away to fridge and opened the door, moving the items inside around. " I don't think so, dear. We can go to the store if you'd like. " You offered, causing him to nod in return. " I'm gonna go put shoes on, and you. As pretty as you look without a shirt on, should put a sweater on atleast. Can't have others looking at my husband, can I? " You told him, putting a hand on his chest as he raised an eyebrow at you. " Y'know I only have eyes for you, pretty boy. " He told you, pulling you into a hug and burying his face into your neck.

Wrapping his arms around your back as you reciprocated the action. You squirmed in his grip, feeling your crotch brush against his thigh causing you to let out a small whimper. You silently prayed he didn't hear as you tapped his back. " Lets go lover boy, before the store starts getting full. " You told him as he groaned. " But you're so warmm.. " He complained. " Do you want your porridge or not, dearest? You're gonna get hungrier and you barely touch it when it doesn't have blueberries. " You asked. He grumbled something else into your neck. Something about how you knew him to well.

You stood at the door with the car keys and you waited for your husband to finish putting proper clothes on. You looked up to find him walking towards the door. " Ready? " He asked and you hummed in return. Quickly walking towards the passenger door before you could get stuck with driving duty. You also had your own little plan in mind. Soap got into the drivers seat and turned the car on, buckling his seatbelt on. You placed a hand on his thigh casually, moving your thumb in a relaxing manner. People in public would think this was normal couple things, but to Soap, it was one the thing that drew him crazy.

He looked at you rapidly with confused eyes.

" Love.. "

" Something wrong, dearest? " You asked as you turned on your phone, scrolling mindlessly through something as you continued to stroke your thumb, gradually moving your hand up. He sighed and his hipped squirmed as he drove to the store. Finally parking in a spot as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You removed your hand and did the same, stepping out of the car as you waited for Soap. He soon appeared to your side as you both walked into the store, walking towards the fruit section.

You looked at the fruits you liked while Soap looked through the section of Blueberries, his eyes studying the small plastic boxes. You walked over to him as you grabbed his hand. " C'mere.. I wanna show you something! " You told him with enthusiasm, causing him to look at you confusingly. He followed, obviously. Like the good boy he is as you led him to the bathrooms. They were private in their own room, not like the stalls. Perfect.

You looked around before pushing Soap into the room, locking the door behind yourselves. " (Name)? Whats wrong? " He asked, obviously he knew what you wanted. But he wanted to hear you say it. You leaned over to whisper something in his ear." Bend over the sink. " You demanded. His eyes clouded with lust suddenly, instantly complying with your ' request. '

You leaned over his back, fully clothed. Your hand travelling down to his dick, he whimpering as he felt your hand over his clothed erection. " You already hard, you whore? From what? Thigh rubbing? You're pathetic. "

He groaned into his arm as you unbuckled his pants shoving them along with his boxers down to his knees. You lifted your hand up to spit in it, taking it down swiftly to wrap it around Soaps cock. " F-Fuck! Your hands are cold. " He complained, his hips spasming already. " Then help warm them up, yeah? "

You started stroking him at a slow pace, biting his neck. Passing a thumb over his tip and on the vein on the side you knew was more sensitive. Soap whimpered, " Please.. Faster. " You nibbled on the sweet spot on his neck as you sped your hand up drastically. He moaned loudly, his face flooding red instantly with embarrassment.

" So you can get a boner from some thigh rubbing, bend over in the store bathroom, get a handjob with people right outside the door, and a small moan is where you fell embarrassment, John? " You whispered in his ear. His face contorted with please. " 'm sorry.. I'm close, please just alil faster! " He asked, you felt a pang of guilt. He looked so wrecked and pathetic. Almost made you feel bad and let him finish. But wheres the fun in that? " Of course, baby. "

You reassured him, speeding up your hands movement so he'd get closer to his release. " Shit. Im close, babe, 'm so close.. " You waited for when his hips started spasming to stop. Moving your hand away quickly, he whimpered in confusion, turning to look at you with tear filled eyes. He knew you well enough to know you'd try something. " N..No.. I was so close.. " You continued kissing his neck. bringing your pre-cum wet hand up to play with his nipples.

He gasped as he arched his back and threw his ass against your crotch without realizing. You gasped and gripped his hips. " You really wanna come in your pants here, baby? No. Lets go home first. " You tucked Soap back into his boxers once he wasn't as sensitive and pulled his pants up.

You stepped out rapidly with him, holding your lovers hand. Walking back to the section where the blueberries were. Quickly going to pay for them, you offered to drive back. Feeling bad about Soaps very obvious erection on the way. He was squirming in his seat, very obviously trying to give himself some sort of friction.

When you got home, you got out quickly and unlocked the door. Grinding your hips against Soaps ass. His whimpering and silent begging made you give in. " Go to our room, love. I'll be there in abit. " He nodded, looking at you with a lustful look before going to your bedroom.

You put his blueberries away in the fridge and started hurrying towards your rooms where you opened the door and he was sitting in the middle of the bed patiently. He perked up instantly when he saw you. " Take your shirt off, dear. " You ordered, taking your own clothes off leaving you in only your boxers as he slipped his shirt over his head. You sat on the bed next to him and he scurried to move closer to you.

Soap wrapped his arms around your waist, moving his head up to kiss you. " Please, I want you so bad. Please please please please.. " He whimpered into your mouth, grinding his hips into the bedsheets. You leaned against the beds headboard, grabbing Soaps hips and lifted him against one of your thighs, you were close enough where you could lay your head on Soaps shoulder and bite his neck.

" Get off on my thigh, and maybe I'll give you want you want. " You whispered while you bit his neck, looking for his sweet spot. Your hands went down to his boxers, pulling them down to take his cock out. He moaned at the feeling of your hand around him, bucking his hips up and groaning into your neck. " My thigh, Baby. " You reminded him, adjusting his position so that he could easily grind onto you.

" I just want you. " He whispered into your shoulder, rocking his hips slowly, gradually picking up speed.

" Can you atleast touch me? Please? "

" Of course, love. "

You wrapped a warm hand around his cock, causing him to throw his head back. His hips stuttering as he started realizing how close he was getting to cumming. " Close, I'm really close. Let me come please, I need it so badly. Please don't stop moving, go faster. " He begged with a whiny voice.

He was humping your hand wildly, his stomach was tensing up and you wrapped your arm around his waist. " You can finish, baby. Go ahead. " You told him, a small gasp of relief leaving his mouth as he quickly sped up his movements. His moans started to gain pitch as his hips thrusts started getting sloppier.

He screamed quietly into your neck, finally reaching his climax. Ropes of white splattering over your hand as you continued stroking him through his high. Soap gasped into your neck as you continued jerking him off. " W..Wait.. I just came. 'm sensitive.. " He whimpered, grabbing onto your shoulders and leaving scratch marks.

" You were begging me to keep going weren't you? Don't tell me you want to stop now. " You whispered into his ear, biting on the lobe. He moaned in response, gripping onto you for dear life. " Just one more, okay? Then we'll be done. I promise. " You reassured him and he nodded into you.

Starting to stroke him faster little by little, you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear and he whimpered in response, once again his voice starting to get louder and louder. Soap scratched at your back harshly as he felt his second orgasm rapidly approaching. " Close.. " He cried into your shoulder, letting out a loud moan when he came again.

You coaxed him through his orgasm, quickly removing your hand when he was finished. Kissing his shoulder as he breathed heavily. " Thank you.. " He mumbled into your neck, hugging you tightly. " Of course, Big boy. Lets get you cleaned up. "

He looked up at you confusingly. " You haven't gotten off yet.. " He reminded you sleepily. " I know, but you're tired. " You reassured him. Kissing his forehead as you moved him off your lap to get off the bed.

He quickly grabbed you and pinned you against the bed with your hands above your head. " I wanna make you feel good too. " He told you, using his free hand to rub at your crotch. You groaned and looked away and you felt your face starting to heat up. " Let me make you feel how you make me. Please? " He looked at you with puppy eyes, he looked so wrecked and beautiful at that moment.

How could you say no to your pretty boy? " Of course, go ahead, love. " He eagerly pulled your boxers down, placing a hand around your cock. He thumbed at the tip and smeared the precum around you. Making it easier for him to jerk you off.

The second he started to stroke your dick quickly felt how sensitive you actually were. You whimpered and grabbed onto your boy, gasping as you rapidly approached your own orgasm. " I love you.. So so much. Mmm. " You gasped into him, practically crying out when he started to rub over your tip when his hand was at the top of your shaft.

Your hips started to stutter and you grabbed onto his broad shoulders, nails digging into his muscles leaving crescent shaped marks. Soap whimpered at the pain he suddenly felt. He squeezed around your dick and you finally felt the wave of your orgasm crashing down on you. White liquid sprayed over your husbands hand as he coaxed you through it, whispering praise into your ear.

You let your arms fall lower, grabbing onto his slim waist. John yawned, his eyes teary. " Lets get you cleaned up before anything else, pretty boy. " You told him, as you moved your hands up to rub his cheeks.

#john mctavish #x male reader #male reader #soap x male reader #call of duty #my malewife #john mctavish x reader #soap x reader #john #x reader #x male!reader #call of duty x male reader #reader insert #top male reader #Keeganbrainmush

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enb-y · 8 months

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↬ ROTTMNT BOYS FINDING OUT THAT READER OWNS A KITTEN

rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.

request: ❝ hello, can i request headcanons where the rise turtles react to the reader having a pet kitten? platonic or romantic, i don't mind, and gender neutral pronouns please ^^ ❞ — anonymous.

warnings: mentions of ticks, deworming, ringworm, fleas, mild swearing, unedited. could be read as platonic or romantic.

characters: raphael, leonardo, donatello, michelangelo.

writers note: cats, my all time favorite menace. I actually have one— well, that felon is my sisters, but I take care of her like she’s my damn cat. (sigh, I miss my cat 😔)

readers pronouns are not mentioned nor included.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆RAPHAEL.

✶ raphael, the one who adores animals of all creatures. although, some of them don’t even like him half the time. most likely do to fear, or simply he’s not their kind of guy. raph is quite the scary and intimidating guy, yet he’s a major softy inside that scary shell. so, the first thing he does is try to smother the kitten, okay not too literally. however, in a more mature manner, he does try to help you with the kitten, especially if you just got it.

✶ raph will help you bathe the kitten if you find it off the streets. he highly recommends you to take it to the vet to see if it has any major issues, and he’ll definitely help you find the siblings and mother, that’s only if it’s not abandoned.

✶ he's really gentle with the kitten, especially knowing his size and strength. the kitten is smaller than his damn hands. he loves animals, he thinks he’s some kind of animal whisperer, snow white headass. let’s not forget to de-flea it, he will not help you pluck you out the ticks. he’s afraid of doing something wrong and the bug's head getting stuck inside the poor animal's skin.

✶ he’s fine with helping you remove the flea’s from its fur and putting medicine on it, but he will never pluck goddamn ticks from it. he does not fuck with them. and knowing that they also suck on anything that has blood? he’s good, he’ll have nightmares though.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆LEONARDO.

✶ leonardo thinks kittens are cute. but he’ll only like them if they feel the same way about him. he’ll most likely back off if he sees or hears a cat hissing. he does not fuck with grumpy ass felines, sure they’re cute, but he does not care. leo likes kittens and he would like to have one, yet he can’t, because all the kittens and cats that he and brother brought home all tried to have their dad as their meal. which, of course, got them gradually kicked out of the sewers.

✶ leonardo definitely tries to help you with your animal, especially if it’s a stray. he’s had his fair shares of beef with stray animals and he’s won every single battle. (no he didn’t, he ran away.) he highly recommends you to get the animal checked for any worms and other issues that it may have. not only that, he’s cautions and he doesn’t want you nor himself catching ringworm.

✶ he probably steals cat food for you, since he can’t be seen by humans and all that junk. but if you’ve bought the kitten from someone, he’s definitely smothering the kitten. he’ll think of it as his child, the single child that he’s always wanted. leo likes animals, to a certain extent, and he’s aware of the responsibility of taking care of an animal, especially a kitten.

✶ leo is more than willing to help you out with it, just ring him up and he’s there in a flash, literally. leonardo thinks that cats are cute and fluffy. he likes their purring and how they swipe toys around with their paws.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆DONATELLO.

✶ honestly, I see donatello as a cat person. he likes their independence and quietness. although he’s aware of how loud they can get and would literally knock just about anything off your desk. but other than that, he likes cats. when he heard that you had just gotten a kitten. he wants to immediately know if that kitten is healthy and to see a vet if it’s a stray. it isn’t surprising that he’s awfully gentle with said kitten.

✶ he’s there with you when you’re picking it up and he wants to hold it the moment you get it, because he said so. this guy absolutely loves cats, he thinks they’re cutest shits on the planet.

✶ he tells you which brand of food is good for the kitten and what litter you should use and what type of litter box you should also get for it.. which some of them are quite expensive. not too worry, he’ll find a way to get you those nice things for your little kitten who will grow up to be spoiled.

✶ he gets toys for the kitten and would love it if the kitten laid on his lap as he pets it. the only thing he doesn’t like is shedding, he doesn’t like things sticking to his clothes that he decides to wear during that day.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆MICHELANGELO.

✶ he’s also someone who loves animals. he watches enough videos about animals and non-domesticated cats, which he does not like watching all the time, for good reasons too. he literally would help you take care of it, because he wants to and he likes to spend time with the little kitten. he doesn’t care where you gotten it from he just thinks it’s cute to watch over, especially since it’s small and playful.

✶ he’s definitely been scratched and bitten by it. he forgave it because it’s just a baby and they almost always acted out during those ages. if it’s a baby where it still needs a bottle and it’s been abandoned or the mother isn’t around anymore, he’ll take care of it for you if you can’t do it on those days when you’re busy.

✶ he doesn’t really care too much about the shedding that cats do, he keeps those sticky rollers around to take off the fur before he returns home from spending time with you and the kitten.

✶ this guy squealed when he saw the kitten laying on its bed. his first instinct was to hold it. mikey loves animals, so whatever you bring home, he’s the first one, other than his brother raph to hold it and pet it, because he said so. he also adopted it along with you and helps you with feeding and treatments, that’s only if the little one has any, and bought it treats and whatnot.

end - I finally did it. I’ve finally finished this. this has been sitting in the drafts for, not too long, I think. but I’m just glad to have this done, but I’m sorry you had to wait a while for me to finish this. it’s 5:23am so ima try to go to sleep, gm everyone.

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cactusnymph · 5 months

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I don't have a specific prompt in mind, but could you write some t4t wyll x karlach? With any prompt that strikes your fancy

Wyll still hasn't gotten used to this new body. Karlach can still see him struggling to get a shirt over his head with the new horns, to get stuck in tight spaces or feel a ridge on his brown skin over and over again to make sure that it's supposed to be there and not something to worry about.

To an extend Karlach understands feeling like a stranger in your own body, but she had a lifetime to get used to hers, while Wyll's was changed in an instant without his consent. It's a horrifying thought to have this body that she made a home in be changed against her will like that, because she spent an entire childhood feeling like it was lacking something until she finally figured out what it was.

The infernal engine was bad enough, but it didn't change the way she looks by much, except for the constant glow in her chest. Aside from the foreign piece of machinery inside of her, Karlach likes this body. Likes all the scars she collected, likes the muscles and the fiery red skin, the shape of her eyes, her crooked index finger.

If Zariel had taken her tits, Karlach would have killed her long ago. She worked very hard to get those and she won't give them back.

Whenever she catches Wyll eying his own reflection, Karlach wants to step up to him and tell him that he's beautiful just the way he is, and that his heart hasn't changed and that he's still the most noble man Karlach has ever met. But she also knows that it doesn't work like that. You only get one body, one home for your soul to live in for the extent of your life.

Having that home violated like this, changed beyond recognition... She understands how much it hurts.

Next time she finds him gazing at a mirror Wyll's finger wanders along the contour of his ear as if he's trying to memorize the new shape of it.

"Hey soldier", she says with a smile and sits down next to him, her arm brushing against his. It's still a rush, to be able to touch people like this.

Wyll turns his head to smile at her. A flash of embarrassment crosses over his face because she caught him with the mirror but Karlach doesn't think there's anything to be ashamed of.

"Penny for your thoughts", Karlach says, grabbing the mirror from Wyll and holding out further away so they can both see parts of their faces in it. Sometimes she thinks that they were made for each other in more sense than one. Monster and monster hunter, both trying to do good, soldiers who can't return home, their bodies changed in a way that they wanted and then violated against their will, changed beyond recognition.

"I was thinking if maybe there's something I can do. To make myself feel more... at peace. With this body that I have now. When I was younger I did my best as much as possible. Bandaging my chest, shaving off my hair, wearing pants instead of frilly dresses. This is... different. Similar but different. I don't know if I'm making much sense."

Karlach understands. The two of them have the very same scars on their chest for the exact opposite reason. When she's feeling really mushy inside it makes her cry a little bit how well they fit. And when she's feeling particularly horny she wishes she could make them fit together in even more ways than this.

"I get it", she says, raising her hand to follow the path of his finger from before, gently touching the shell of his ear. Wyll shivers a little and she can see goosebumps erupt on his forearms. Gods, she wants him. She wants him so much. "If you want we could try to do some stuff to make it feel more like yours."

Wyll blinks and looks at her.

"How do you mean?"

Karlach shrugs.

"It's really silly, right, but. Uh. When I got this engine", she bangs on her chest twice for emphasis, "I was really desperate to reclaim my body somehow so I like. Got a tattoo. Got some piercings. Tried to make this house a home again, you know?"

She holds out her arm to show Wyll the tattoo of an anatomically correct heart on her upper arm.

"It's so on the nose but... I don't know. I just wanted something that was mine and that I decided to do with my body", she explains, shrugging her shoulders before putting down the mirror. Wyll's finger touches one of her many piercings she has in her right ear. Karlach tries not to sigh.

"You think I should try one of these?", he asks with a lopsided smile.

"Dunno if that would work for you. It did for me. Guess it's worth a try, right?", she says.

"Where do you think I should put it?", he asks, turning around to face her fully now, his face open and curious and his voice soft. Sharing these thoughts and feelings with someone means the world to Karlach. Every day she's thankful that it was Wyll who chased her through the Hells and that she got to meet him through all of this insanity.

"Well. You're such a handsome bugger, I think you could rock any piercing, really", Karlach says earnestly, watching full of delight how Wyll ducks his head because of her compliment. "But maybe we could start small and just give you an earring. To see if you like it. And if you think it works we can always make that mouth of yours even more kissable and put a ring through it."

Wyll huffs and she watches as he swallows, maybe because he's thinking about kissing her with a ring through his lip or maybe just about kissing her in general.

Karlach stretches out both hands and puts them on Wyll's chest, right where the two fine scars are on his chest.

"I know it sucks, but you still have this. We both do", she says quietly. Wyll hesitates before he mirrors the gesture, putting his hands just below Karlach's boobs. She feels absolutely normal about it and it doesn't do things to her at all. Nope. She's so, so strong.

"Imagine Mizora would have summoned my breasts back... I would have had to kill her after all", Wyll jokes and Karlach snorts a laugh.

"Devils suck but at least they're gender affirmation dickheads", Karlach says and bangs on her infernal engine again. Wyll touches his ear again.

"Do you want to do this?", he asks, his eyes shining.

"Fuck yeah. Let me get a needle from Fangs. Maybe we can get matching ones!"

Wyll looks at her so fondly, it makes her engine burn hotter.

"I would like that."

feel free to send me more of these<3

#bg3 fic #karlach cliffgate #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #mi writes #wyllach #wyll x karlach #i was almost ready to turn this into the softest fluffiest gender affirming smut........#thank you so much for the prompt i love these two to pieces ;-;

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bloogers-boogers · 4 months

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What do you think of the au concept of kyle having been raised in jersey? And maybe eric meeting him as kyle-b while running away or on one of his escapades

I have so many versions for Kyle b that it’s hard to go on a full rant about him hahaha. BUT, it this scenery jesus aaaaa im glad someone asked me about kyle being born and raised in jersey! It’s an interesting concept.

I genuinely could see Kyle being resentful about the jersey inside him (like his mother) however being stuck in jersey makes him have to maintain a facade by being around his peers and friends. I would like to hc that in this au it’s cousin kyle who lives in sp and Kyle’s the cousin that goes visits him when Sheila and Gerald have to be out somewhere for like a week. This is how kyle gets the opportunity to get out from jersey, a glimpse of “heaven” or “normality” for once.

Kyle is this hardcore, fighting, troublemaker on the outside. He keeps his image impeccable to prevent being seen as weak or being made fun of in any possible way. So unfortunately for him embracing his jersey is always his go to. However internally he’s genuinely sweet, caring and very opened minded. Of course duo to this he’s not the best in expressing himself truly, it comes natural in being a pretentious dick.

When he finally gets out from jersey he couldn’t bare get tired of breathing such clean air. It felt new, it felt fresh. A good change.

He studied his surroundings as if he had never once gotten out from jersey. Arriving to south park he immediately thought it was cabbage but it was better than to having to deal with all those other assholes at home. He arrived, greeted his aunt and told his cousin to fuck off before putting his suitcase in the guest room he was staying in.

He immediately goes outside and examine the whole neighborhood, deciding to walk around and see what else he could find.

And lord and behold! Guess who he sees outside in the front yard of a green house. A chubby guy with brown hair and one of the most flamboyant ass poses he ever seen.

He smirked and approaches him.

“This your neighborhood boy toy?”

“Excuse me?” In immense offensive Cartman turned around and look at the weirdly hot ginger, “you aren’t from here, I can immediately tell by that dumb southern accent you have.”

“Southern?” Kyle spat baffled, offended and annoyed by the obvious taunt. He’s not use to anyone talking to him like that, “have you heard yourself? Or do you have cabage in yor muff?”

“Your.” He corrected to Kyle’s added annoyance.

“You want to get beaten down huh? That’s what you want plump.”

“What did you just call me?”

Before anything more a mortified brunette with rounded glasses gets in between them and lifts his hands to block Kyle from getting anymore closer to Cartman.

“I see you met my cousin Kyle, Eric!”

“Thats your cousin?” Cartman made a face gesture of disgust analyzing him from head to toes, “he’s ginger.”

“Yeah, my aunt Sheila is ginger. Anyways he’s from jersey his kind is a little out of the radar,” the other Kyle tried explaining calmly.

“Ew. Of course he’s from fucking jersey. Not even surprised your family-“

Before he could even finish that sentence Kyle lounged at Cartman and drops him to the ground.

“Oh jesus!” He heard his cousin shout nervously.

And I don’t know, I picture from there Cartman starts finding it amusing to bother Kyle and he of course likes to tease him a lot. And Kyle can’t help but admit he thinks Cartman is kinda “cool” to hang out with. They share their experience, opinions and views on things. Kyle genuinely starts loving south park and sometimes wishes to be able to move there.

Also, he’s very possessive. I need to add this because he’s very possessive over Cartman. Like the few times he visits his cousin he has to fight nails and fists with his aunt and cousin over not trying to kidnap Eric. He wants to take him with him to jersey and own him like some puppy but theres that other side that feels jealousy over just the single thought of any of his friends or people there giving him the eye or dare try to mock him which gives him this angrily feeling of murder. So he tried his best to hold in his impulses.

He also finds it endearing when Eric tries teaching him some of his slangs and also way of speaking to blend more in with the folks in town. Tips on how to dress or to use lesser tan because he thought he looked more like an orange with some added red curls on top.

He also still fights Cartman and tries his best to at-least punch him on the face less than 10 times a day. He does it five for Cartman’s misfortune c:

Cartman is the only one genuinely not afraid of him the rest of the people in town including Cartman’s friends are unsettled or afraid of him.

I guess we could say this isn’t entirely an escape but Kyle does like to go out from jersey and disappears for like three days cause he can’t help himself going back to south park and crashing at his place. His parents kinda fear that would happen the moment they let him out ONCE from jersey because that’s how Sheila would get too. So they wouldn’t say a word to him every time he got back home.

And that’s all I could think of for the moment, hopefully u like this! And sorry for the late reply been busy days lately 🙏🙏 love you!❤️

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meganlpie · 4 days

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Sleeping Knight...Of Hell?!

Based on this request: : Would it be possible to do a spn Cain x Winchester reader fluffy, where cain gets cursed by a witch well helping the Winchester take down a witch. Ends up getting sleeping beauty and won’t wake up in till the reader kisses him from @sirlsplayland

Here you are, lovely! I apologize for the wait! I do not own ANY SPN characters. They are the property of the creators/writers!

Warnings: Angst-ish? Sleeping Beauty AU. Fluff.

Pairings: Cain x Winchester!reader

Under normal circumstances, you and your brothers would not want to work with a demon, even Cain. No matter how kind and fair he could be. But with you currently unable to hunt and no one else available, your two brothers reached out to Cain. The demon seemed to have a soft spot for you so he agreed to help until another hunter became available.

"You guys be careful. Call me if anything goes wrong. Broken arm or not, I will haul ass," you said as the boys and Cain prepared to leave. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam chuckled. You turned to Cain. "Same goes for you." His blue eyes didn't betray the surprise he felt at your words. He hadn't known his safety was so important to you. Cain gave a quick nod before all three headed out, leaving you alone and bored out of your mind.

Your boredom didn't last long, however. Too soon, the boys reappeared in the bunker along with Cas and an unconscious Cain. "What happened to him?" you asked, worry creeping into your tone without your permission. "We think he was hit with a spell, but we don't know what and we can't wake him up," Sam explained. Dean nodded along with Sam. "Cas tried and we ganked the witch, but Cain's still not waking up. But he's breathing so I guess he's still alive. For now anyway."

You helped your brothers get Cain to a bed in the infirmary before beginning the long and difficult task of research. All the while, in the back of your mind, you worried for Cain. What if he never woke up? For some reason, the very thought made your insides churn unpleasantly. You made it your sole mission to figure out a way to wake him and soon.

*time skip*

Weeks. You lost count of how many weeks it had been since your brothers returned to the bunker with Cain. You'd tried everything you could possibly think of to wake him. You'd even called in Rowena, who offered to go through every spellbook she could to help. Mostly because she didn’t want to be on the bad side of the Knight of Hell should he wake and partly because you told her that you’d owe her. She was very much like her son in that way. And it was Rowena’s son who would crack the case wide open.

Crowley sat with you, your brothers, Cas, and Rowena as you explained to him what was happening. While Crowley didn’t care much for Cain, he did respect him. “So you’ve had no luck waking Sleeping Beauty.” Sam shook his head, but you stared at Crowley as if he’d just said the most brilliant thing of the century.

“Rowena?” you asked after a moment, prompting the redhead to look at you. “Are there any spells that can copy fairytales? Like…a sleeping curse?” Rowena’s brows furrowed as she thought. “I suppose there might. After all, your human fairytales have a basis in fact. It’s quite possible, but if so, I’m afraid Cain is going to sleep forever, dearie. True love’s kiss doesn’t exist.” You nodded solemnly before standing and leaving the room. All you could think about was poor Cain being asleep until the end of time.

You weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and soon found yourself in the infirmary where Cain was. With a sigh, you pulled a chair up next to his cot and sat down. ��I’m so sorry, Cain,” you said softly even though no one else was around, “If I hadn’t gotten hurt, you wouldn’t be in this mess. And I have no idea how to help you. Rowena thinks you’ll be stuck like this forever.” You reached over and took Cain’s hand, repeating how sorry you were.

You remained like that until Sam appeared in the doorway to let you know they were heading out on a supply run. “Hang on, I need to come too. There are a few things I need.” Sam nodded and turned away before speaking over his shoulder, “Alright. We’ll meet you at the car.

Once Sam was gone, you glanced at Cain again. “Come back, Cain.” You stood and leaned over him. “Come back to me,” you whispered as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. You straightened up all the way. However, as you turned to leave, you felt something tugging on your hand. You looked down and were surprised to find Cain’s eyes open as he stared at you in amazement. “Cain,” you whispered, unable to fight back the sound of tears in your voice.

Cain slowly sat up, his blue eyes never leaving your face. “You…” he began, “You brought me back.” Your brows drew together and you started to shake your head, but Cain stopped you. “Yes you did. I heard everything. I was trapped in my own mind, unable to move or speak, but I heard it all. It was your determination, your kiss, your…love that woke me, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. The idea you’d gotten from Crowley had been right. It was a sleeping curse. And just like the fairytales, it was true love’s kiss that broke the spell. But that meant-

“Cain? Only a kiss of true love could have worked, if my theory was right.” A brow rose on Cain’s forehead. “Yes,” he confirmed, “Ask the question that’s on the tip of your tongue, Y/N. You already know the answer. You only need to ask the right question.”

“Does this mean that you-that you love me?” A rare, soft smile made its way onto Cain’s lips. “And you love me.” You stared at him and he stared back, an amused smile still on his lips. For a while, neither of you said anything. But the silence was soon broken by Dean. “Hey, I thought you-” You looked back at Dean, whose mouth was open in surprise. “Sonovabitch,” he muttered before turning on his heel, probably on his way to tell Sam what was happening. When he was out of sight, you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. You looked back to Cain to find him still looking at you. His hand came up and rested on your cheek. “May I?” he asked, quietly. You swallowed thickly, but agreed. Cain’s lips met yours in a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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New colleague (part 2 smut) (jeff pfister x fem reader)

Warnings: smut, Jeff being a sub at the start, oral (jeff receiving) jeff having a boner imfront of reader for no reason, mutt walking in on reader and mutt after they did the deed, I think that's it let me know if I had missed anything

A/n I don't really like this one as much as my other smuts not because it's jeff I just think it lacks

Taglist: @violetweekly

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As the weeks turned into months you created such an amazing relationship with the boys, more so with Jeff first it was talking more often than mutt, then to having your own inside jokes, then it dawned on you that you actually have a crush on Jeff.

To be honest usually guys like Jeff wasn't your type especially with the drugs but he was so sweet to you treated you like you hadn't been treated before how could you not start to fall for him.

You stood in the lab sketching some ideas for your next project that was actually for someone other than mutt and Jeff's dirty minds, you were stuck trying to figure out what to sketch for your client ripping the paper from your sketch book with a groan.

"You alright y/n" you heard Jeff say behind you, you turned from where you stood to face him, "no I can't get this sketch right for my client it's some businessman who wants a cool robot for his kid" you sighed rubbing your temples in frustration.

"Want me to help I mean I was a boy once so might be good to have my help?" Jeff offered you gave it a thought and agreed to have Jeff help you, "you still are a big child Jeff don't kid yourself" you joked Jeff pretend to be shocked at your statement making you laugh.

"That hurt my feelings but I'll still help you" Jeff chuckled now stood right beside you brainstorming some ideas you could do, as you sketched on the paper finally your project was coming to life with the help of Jeff you couldn't thank him enough so you asked him to be your partner on your project in which he accepted.

As the weeks went further on you and jeff were almost halfway through finishing your project, you were doing the wiring for the robot trying to be careful not to electrocute yourself, Jeff was on his lunch break leaving you to do the hard work you didn't mind though you were good at wiring things since your father was an electrician.

By the time you had finished Jeff came back from his break with some more food, "I brought you something since you didn't want to go on your break to finish this" he said handing you the Styrofoam tub you gave him a small appreciation smile taking the tub from his hands, "Thank you Jeff you didn't need to" your voice almost at a whisper he bought your favourite food to be honest you were completely surprised that he listened to you.

"Is that right your order?" Jeff asked knowing that it was infact your correct order, "yes Jeff thank you" you said with a small smile going back to wire the robot, "why don't you just leave that till later y/n" Jeff suggested you did need a break from the project for 5 minutes but you were almost finished with the wiring "it's okay Jeff I'm almost done with this last part" you replied.

"Y/n you've been at that all day just take a break for the rest of the day" Jeff chuckled he thought you looked so cute all focused on your project the way your eyes fixated on every detail, the way your tongue would stick out slightly when your in deep concentration Jeff didn't realise it made him have a boner.

You were too invested in wiring the last of the robot you didn't notice Jeff squirming at the other side of the table, "I'm almost finished Jeff it's fine honestly i promise when I'm finished I'll take a break" you said softly finishing off the work.

After a few minutes you were finally done with a heavy sigh you turned to Jeff now noticing his red face and constant shifting around, "what gotten into you" you asked taking a sip of you now cold coffee grimacing at the coldness of it, "nothing" Jeff tried to play it off but it was no use, "Jeff I'm not dumb something is up your constantly shifting around if you got ants in your pants" you laughed.

Now realising what was the matter your jaw dropped with a small chuckle, "Jeff have you got a boner" you laughed nervously, Jeff was even redder if that was even possible "no I've not" he protested making you laugh harder at his denial, "your such a virgin Jeff it's cute" you smiled blushing at the fact he had a boner infront of you but at the same time it did something to you knowing that you had such an effect on the blonde.

"I'm sorry" Jeff mumbled trying to hide his face with embarrassment he felt silly having a boner infront of you he couldn't control himself he wanted you so bad, and you now knowing this wanted to take the situation into your own hands.

You went over to him all full of the confidence you got placing your hands him his thighs Jeff's breath hitched at your action making your hands go higher till they hovered above where he needed you most, "want me to take care of that for you?" You asked innocently watching Jeff swallowing a lump in his throat nodding.

"Use your words Jeff" you chuckled batting your eyelashes at him, "yes" Jeff breathed out as your hands began to remove his pants freeing his throbbing erection, you were surprised at the size he was bigger than you expected, you held his cock in your hand kitten licking the tip sending Jeff in a frenzy his head flew back his eyes scrunched shut.

Now taking him in your mouth bobbing your head along his length hollowing your cheeks on him taking him further in your mouth, "fuck" Jeff hissed his hips bucking up making you gag a little, as you tried to breath through your nose, you continued these actions till Jeff pulled you off him.

You looked up at the Bob cut blonde in confusion as he collected himself, "I need to be inside you" was all he said you let a smirk play on your now plump lips and pulled your underwear down under your skirt discarding the thin fabric somewhere in the lab.

You then straddled Jeff on the chair he sat on lining him up with your throbbing heat, sinking down on him both of you moaned in union your hands gripped his shoulders adjusting to his size since it has been a good while since you've been intimate with anyone since your ex, "you feel so good" Jeff groaned once you started in a slow pace at first your moans started getting louder as you speed up the pace Jeff's hands on your hips guiding you through the pace you rode him.

Jeff was intoxicated by you the way your mouth hung open the way your neck was on full display Jeff couldn't help but attach his lips on the skin exposed to him finding your sweet spot making you moan your hands in his hair tugging the blonde locks.

You felt that knot in your stomach beginning to form you sped up your movements bringing you closer to your sweet release, "fuck I'm close" you moaned Jeff pulled away from your neck looking into your eyes, "me too" he panted thrusting up into you with each time you bounced on Jeff's lap your clit brushed against the fabric of his zipper bringing you closer.

You couldn't hold it any longer finally letting go over Jeff's cock with a loud moan of his name Jeff wasn't that far behind letting ropes of his seed fill you up with a moan as well, you stayed still for a moment collecting yourself together letting out a small chuckle, "what?" Jeff asked confused, "nothing just didn't actually expect we'd do that" you shook your head looking at him, "is that a bad thing or?" He asked unsure of what you had meant he knew that you were way out of his league but he couldn't help but have those feelings for you.

"No not a bad thing definitely a good thing just didn't expect it to happen like this you know but I'm glad it did" you assured with a soft smile that made Jeff's heart melt at the sight, Jeff then decided to crash his lips on to yours for the first time and he was instantly hooked on the feeling of your lips on his not wanting to part from the plush softness of them.

"OH MY GOD YOU TWO FUCKED ABOUT TIME" the loud voice of mutt interrupted your intimate moment with Jeff, making you both snap your heads his way to find him wide eyed eyeing the way you were seated, "mutt get out so we can get clothes on you prev" you laughed in embarrassment mutt instantly ran out the lab giving you and jeff privacy to fix your clothes.

"Look y/n I like you like a lot" Jeff chuckled nervously after fixing his pants back on as you put your underwear back on, "I like you too Jeff" you smiled pecking his lips one more time, "so what so we do now?" Jeff asked scratching the back of his neck, "well we get back to work right now but as this" you said pointing to yourself and Jeff before continuing, "we take it slow one step at a time see where it takes us" you offered.

Jeff nodded with a glad smile on his lips, "I like the sound of that I'll go tell mutt he can come back now" he chuckled away to get his best friend who wouldn't stop making jokes about what he had walked into leaving you amd Jeff red as a tomato.

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Recovery Time: Chapter 5

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Joel and you are finally comfortable around each other, finding a rhythm to your new strange little life with him in it. You can't help but start to develop feelings for him and wonder if he could feel the same?

Not sure if i captured the emotions and motivations very well in this one but I think I like it anyway.

Warnings: Pining, angst, mentions of past trama, Joel's a sad cowboy playin' sad cowboy songs

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Chapter 5: Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues

This man. This fucking man was threatening to tear your entire life down, and he didn’t even know it. You can’t get anything done, too stuck inside your own head to focus on a single task.

The last few days you’ve woken up to find him already in the garden or limping about the property doing some random menial tasks— and you’re still not sure if you like it. Well, you liked having the help, of course, but you selfishly missed his sweet music to accompany your day. If he was working he couldn’t be playing and you hated that fact. When you were suddenly without his music to listen to, you find yourself just looking at him instead. With him taking care of what little there was left in the garden, mostly squash and corn at this point, you had time to make your winter preparations— chopping wood, mostly.

You were usually so focused. There was only ever the task at hand, that’s the way it had to be for so long. Now you catch yourself daydreaming in a way you hadn’t for years now. Longing stares from around the corner, loaded glances, fantasizing about something that you know just wouldn’t happen with Joel.

It was all foolish really—a childish crush on the first person to come into your life in years. Forced time together was making you obsessed. It was just the reality of the situation and you should know better— but why did he have to be so goddamn handsome?

In another way, you should have expected this. Being around someone new for days on end. It’s only natural. Like it was bound to happen. And it would likely pass in due time. You hope it would, at least. It’s an innocent crush at best, the Florence Nightingale effect at worst.

He started calling you pet names. Sweetheart, hon— darlin’ seemed to be his favorite. Your stomach still jumped every time he said it with that deep raspy accent. He was a polite man, at least to you. He’d gotten more comfortable and lowered his walls, just a little. He trusted you. That’s all it was. Still… it only stoked the growing fire inside you.

Lilly took the most liking to him. She was with him now in the garden sitting right next to him on his stool. He didn’t seem to mind. You’d even caught him a few times calling for her when she wasn’t right at his side. It was sweet, really.

He had Lilly, you still had Gus.

Gus had finally warmed up to him in a sense. He didn’t guard you, or watch Joel’s every move like a hawk anymore. But he was still almost annoyed by the whole thing. He’d gone out with Joel a few times since he put up the traps and everything seemed to go over smoothly. Maybe he was jealous he wasn’t the only man in your life anymore. You chuckle to yourself at the thought.

You take a break from stacking your next pile of wood and sneak a peek around the cabin to look at your new favorite pastime for the dozenth time today. Lilly perches herself on his broad shoulders while he digs out the last of the zucchini, humming the latest song he’s been learning. It was adorable—a little glimpse into a domestic life that didn’t exist anymore.

He was healing fast. He still had a limp you wanted to monitor for a little longer and you’ll take his stitches out in a few days. He’ll be gone before you know it, just another ghost in your life.

Again, that selfish part of you wishes he wouldn’t leave. Sure, he would stay for guaranteed food and shelter, any sane person would… but would he stay just for you? Because you wanted him to? How did Joel Miller feel about you? The question that kept you awake more than you’d care to admit. A friend? Just a caretaker… or something more?

Nosey , was probably the right answer.

An annoyed ruff at your side pulls you back to the task at hand. You sigh and sit beside Gus, your only anchor to reality. Your family. This dumb little dog had saved you in more ways than he could ever know. Could he even comprehend the depths of your kinship? What he means to you? A part of you likes to think so.

You pull him in and give him a rough scratch around the neck, “You know you’re the only guy for me, buddy.”

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“Ya know, we started this game so we could play it.”

“The way you play this game is strategy. And strategy takes time.”

You’d been staring down at the same chessboard for over 5 minutes now. You both started this game over 2 days ago, just a little something to do on breaks. Joel had heard of professional chess games sometimes taking days but you were both clearly so far from professional. You were losing. The more and more it became evident the longer and longer your turns took. It was to the point where he just grabbed the guitar and started playing whenever it was your turn— he had plenty of time. Better than twiddling his thumbs and staring at you, not that he’d mind all that much. If his mindless picking was distracting you, you didn’t say anything.

It felt good rekindling something he thought he’d lost forever. It came so naturally. When his fingers danced across the strings so effortlessly it was almost a relief. Part of the old him was still there, just a little. Someone he thought died a long time ago.

It was a fine instrument. Old but well looked after, just like him, he supposed. Small scratches and chips scattered about it that likely told a story. The words ‘With Love, Ruth’ sloppily burned into the back. You hadn’t mentioned the name Ruth yet but he’s sure you’ll tell him about her one day. Likely the wife or long-lost love of this Art fella you always talked about. For now, he just leaves it be.

You liked listening to him play, he could tell. You never explicitly said so, but the faint smile on your lips whenever he picked up the guitar was enough. It made his heart swell with… pride maybe? You didn’t know any of the songs he was working on but it didn’t seem to matter. Music was music and he was happy to give something back to you, however small it was.

You finally make your move and he counters almost immediately. He had you cornered in every spot. The game was probably his at least 5 moves ago, you just didn’t know it yet.

“Check,” He says as he returns to strumming. You continue to deliberate.

“What song is that?” you passively ask, eyes not moving from the board, “It’s really coming along.”

“ Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues ,” He answers, plucking through the verse progression smoothly. He supposes it has come along in the last few days.

“ That’s a blues song?” you raise your brow, quizzically.

A fair question. Blues was in the title but the twangy folk melody didn’t remotely resemble classic blues, “More of a country song actually. Dad used to listen to it. Sad old song for sad old men.”

“How old does that make you?” you ask, tapping your finger on your Rook piece. You decide against whatever move you were brewing, not that it would have saved you anyway.

“Old enough to play sad music.”

“That old, huh?”

“What about you?”

“Oh, Twenty-one of course,” you jokingly answer without hesitation. He gives a small chuckle before you answer truthfully, “Thirty-two.”

He does some quick math in his head from what little you’ve shared with him. You were a nurse before and after the outbreak, yet you seemed to be so experienced. You must have gotten to work right after high school or gotten a quick degree.

“That’s… young.” He immediately regrets it when you shoot him a look, “For knowin’ what you know, I mean. A lot of experience.”

You shrug it off with a smile, “With a dad as one of the only doctors in a small town, I ended up volunteering at the hospital most of high school. He died my senior year. Turned out to love the medical field and got my associate's in nursing ASAP. I didn’t want to waste my time with a bachelor's or med school. I just wanted to help firsthand. Ended up knowing a lot more than a few of my teachers, but if I had to do it over again I’d’ve probably tried to be a doctor, follow in Dad’s footsteps maybe. Only got a year of real-world experience before the outbreak. Learned the rest from Art.”

“Art taught you medicine?”

This is what your mealtimes have become. Long streams of questions, learning just a little more about one another each time. Joel withheld a lot but still found a way to share a little bit of himself with you. He didn’t want to share in the first place but felt he had to when you were such an open book.

“Art taught me a lot of things,” You answer, “Medicine, hunting, survival— A man of many hats. I called him my consultant . He would only tell me what to do, but he wouldn’t come help in town. He stayed out here away from it all. He gave up on the world but not on me. I was the only one he’d talk to when… when it all ended. The world.”

It was a common thing in the apocalypse. People closing themselves off from what was left of humanity. Joel would never meet this man but yet he understood him completely. The world was so ugly, why should he give any of himself to it? Look out for yourself then there’s only one person to worry about. Yeah, Joel really understood that.

Still, another part of him could understand why Art would want to look out for you. There was something in you that needed to be cherished. Needed to be protected.

He’s not sure he should ask his next question but he does anyway, “What happened to him? To Art?”

You pause as if trying to push back a memory. A twinge of guilt pricks at his conscience and he wishes he could take it back. He should know better than anyone not to ask about the dead. Still, you answer anyway.

“He died 5 years ago trying to protect me.” You answer in the flattest tone he’d ever heard you speak since he got here.

He does some quick math again. It’d been ten years since the outbreak and you’d been out here for five. Why did you stay here alone instead of heading into the QZ? Your skills were in high demand, people would have given you whatever you wanted. Someone in charge would have given you a good life in exchange for your medical knowledge. Something happened that kept you out here all by yourself in your dead friend's home. Something terrible. He won’t ask anything more.

“You never answered my question,” you break the silence he didn’t realize had formed.

“What?” He resumes his picking.

“How old are you?”

He genuinely has to put some thought into it, “Forty- six.”

“Oof, you are old,” you roll your eyes and he gives you a playful kick in response, “When’s your birthday?”

“The 26th of Se–.”

The words slip out of his mouth before he can stop himself. His guard was down. It was just so automatic he didn’t realize until it was too late. He didn’t want to think about this right now. He didn’t want to think about his damn birthday and what that meant. He didn’t want to think about her. God, not right now.

“The 26th of what?” You press. He doesn’t respond, looking away from you. Regardless, you still try, “September? The 26th of September?”

He does nothing. Doesn’t nod or speak. He just plays. A look of realization springs on your face and he knows it’s too late.

“Joel… that was 2 days ago.”

“It’s just another day,” He grumbles, focusing on his finger-picking.

“Just another day?” You stand, “Joel, we have to—”

“Don’t.” He bites. It came out a little harsher than he intended. Still, you get the message and sit back down. “I just… I don’t celebrate my birthday. Please, just forget I said anything.”

You look sorry. It wasn’t your fault, really. It was a completely normal question for anyone else. There’s no way you could have known. Still, he hopes his harshness helped you get the message— forget it.

“Okay, Joel,” You nod. It’s at least another two minutes before you finally make a move. Your knight takes one of his pawns guarding his queen. Futile. He slides his Bishop right in the path of your open King.

“Check-Mate.”

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On top of having help with daily chores, getting finished early was something you weren’t used to either. Tonight you actually had time to relax and unwind instead of just collapsing into bed. You can’t recall the last time you were able to make it into the house before sunset without your bones weary from constant movement. Jumping from one thing to the next just to stay alive.

Joel brought in a rabbit from one of his traps and cooked dinner that night, along with a few of the vegetables he’d harvested that morning. It was incredible. You're not sure if it’s because he was actually a decent cook or because it’s the first thing in years that you didn’t have to make yourself. Maybe a little bit of both.

You could finally relax— just a little. You’re not sure you know the meaning of the word anymore.

You decide to start with a shower. In a perfect world, it’d be a hot bath with maybe some candlelight. Maybe even a glass of that god-awful chokecherry wine in the cellar. There was an old claw-footed bathtub on the back porch that Art never got around to installing. The thing was massive . You’d boiled some water in it once or twice when you really needed a break. Lately, it worked perfectly as a produce washing station. Maybe a spa-style bath some other night. Funny how something like sitting in hot water became such a luxury.

When you finally leave your cold shower, twilight has settled in. You walk out to the living room ready to get cozy with a book and a glass of wine, expecting Joel to be waiting in his usual spot on the couch. The house is empty, even of the animals. Before you even have time to wonder where they are, the faint strumming of a guitar catches your attention.

You look through the living room window and see Joel sitting out past the yard by the sheds, a flickering lantern at his feet. Gus and Lilly sat peacefully at his feet, eyes closed in contentment. It seems you’re not the only one who missed his playing. Why was he so far away from the house? He’d usually practice on the porch or in the living room, he knew you didn’t mind listening.

He’d caught you off guard today, with his response to your question. He’d missed his birthday, one of the few things left in the world to celebrate. Almost as if he was ashamed of it. You thought about it all afternoon. Was it his age? When he finally gave the number there didn’t seem like any embarrassment or hesitation there. He was simply stating a fact.

He didn’t seem defensive until you brought up the vague possibility of celebrating. He was afraid to ask anything more of you— that was your theory anyway. Yes, you’d given a lot to him and he’d shown how grateful he was in so many ways. Still, everyone should have a birthday, right?

The last half of the afternoon was spent scheming. Just something small, like what you do for your birthday. You’ll get the generator going, make something nice to eat, listen to music, or watch a movie from Art’s sparse collection. His stay here had been plagued with so much pain already, he could have a treat too. This was his home, even if it was temporary, and he gets all the amenities that come with it.

And that includes a birthday party.

You crack the window to get a better listen and drag a rocking chair over. It’s not a hot bath with all the fixings but candlelight with some music and reading was the next best thing. You peek out the window before you open your book. Joel hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. It would be hard to see you mulling about the house from that far away. He wanted this moment for himself, that’s fine— But there’s no rules about you just being a bystander. That is— if he didn’t know you were.

You barely get a paragraph into your new chapter before you hear it. It catches you completely off guard. You immediately snap your head in his direction just to see it with your own eyes.

Joel was singing.

You know just enough about him to see that this was a rare moment you're not sure you’ll ever have again. You’d missed the first part of the song already. You commit the next precious moments to memory.

Some caught a freight, some caught a plane

Find the sunshine, leave the rain

They said this town's a waste of time

I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine

Some gotta win, some gotta lose

Good time Charlie's got the blues

The words came out gruff and rugged. His voice is unpracticed and raw but beautiful in a way that’s just so him . He practically speaks most of the words yet you can feel a deep melancholy over all of them as he does so. Lyrics sung with feeling.

Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me

"You're not a kid at thirty-three"

"Ya play around, ya lose your wife"

"Ya play too long, you lose your life"

I got my pills to ease the pain

Can't find a thing to ease the rain

I'd love to try and settle down

But everybody's leavin' town

Some gotta win, some gotta lose

Good time Charlie's got the blues

He sings the second half quieter, slower as if the words are hard to say. He hums himself out with a gentle melody. What’s he thinking of while he sings? Are the memories with this song just too painful? Questions you so desperately want to ask him but know you never will. He starts the song over and his voice quakes ever so slightly. You hold back a tear yourself, gasping into your hand and turning away from the window before he sees you. This moment was his, you want him to have it without your presents souring it. You feel dirty for even having witnessed it, yet so grateful that you did.

There was such sadness in his song. Something deep and beautiful. You saw a side of him tonight that you hadn’t before. A raw aching side where a lonely hurt man lay. You’d seen it so many times before in so many other people. The part of them you couldn’t fix.

You don’t know what Joel has been through. You may never know, and that was okay. You’d probably never tell him your full story either. Too much darkness is already in the world— too much pain and death. Yet, here you both were together. It’s not a fairytale but maybe something new. The closest anyone could hope to getting a normal life.

He’ll leave one day. You’ve accepted that. He’ll go back to whatever life he had before and you’ll go on living yours. But what if he had something more to remember you by than the scars on his body. What if you gave him something back to show there’s still a shimmer of light still in the world—still a little bit of humanity and kindness.

Show him you care about him as a person. As a friend. That he’ll always have a place here if he wants it.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to throw Joel a Birthday Party.

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'Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues' by Danny O'Keefe

I'm a whore for old folk/country songs and decided Joel is too, well for this song specifically. My dad introduced me to this song and the first time I heard it i was like "Yeah, this Joel's vibes." Hope it wasn't too cringey! I never thought I'd be the type of person to put songs into my fics but... well here we are.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #Joel Miller #tlou #the last of us #recovery time

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ash-is-dying · 8 months

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Mr Perfectly Fine: Chap 4

A/N: Smashed this one out. A bit shorter but just as good I swear. Heavily focused on Eddie's pov this time around. I promise he's getting better with a bit of help from his life coach A.K.A Wayne Munson. Enjoy!

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Chapter 4: Mr. I’ve Been Waiting For You All My Life

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He fucked up.

He would never admit it in a million years, but he knew he had fucked up.

You hadn’t been around in a week. Even on his days off Eddie would come back and hear the others complaining that you hadn’t been in at your usual time. It was doing his head in and his pride wouldn’t let him tell them that it was most likely his fault.

Okay, maybe definitely his fault.

But it was a good thing. No dumb orders with a bunch of substitutions and additives, no analyzing eyes watching over him, no yelling or arguing or anger at all. So it was a good thing. Right?

But if it was so good why didn’t things feel right? He felt himself wondering why he was so off, he’d only known you for a few weeks and every interaction crawled under his skin and made it boil. He was happy to be rid of you. You were too familiar. Made him too nostalgic. Things should have gone back to normal by now. Key word being should.

If his own inner turmoil wasn’t enough, Wayne had also been up his ass every time they spoke. After college, at work, at home. The old man was a ninja. Okay so not Eddie’s best analogy but his point still stood. As soon as he had gotten you off his mind his uncle appeared shoving you right back to the forefront.

“Have you talked to her?”

“Did you say sorry?”

“You have to do something for her.”

“Get off my couch and go fix things Edward.”

God it was a living nightmare there was no escape from. When it wasn’t his own voice it was Wayne’s and vice versa, there was no reprieve.

The voices got louder when he lay sleepless at night. Her face and the tears in her eyes were stuck on loop as he reheard her shaky voice as she last spoke to him. The good part he has left in him regrets it all. Then again the good part of him wants to cry himself to sleep, go buy her a bouquet of flowers and beg for forgiveness. Like hell was that happening. But his mind kept returning to those lingering questions even he couldn’t answer. Why had he pushed her away? She had done nothing wrong and he had yelled at her because of what, her keen observation skills? Her relationship with his uncle?

Because he knew this feeling all too well.

By the time he reached that level he’d given up on sleep opting for a smoke and some coffee. Ain’t no way is he going down that road.

He made his way back inside dumping the cold coffee in the sink as Wayne walked out of his room stretching.

“You’re up early Ed. That’s the third time this week.”

Eddie responds with a grunt of acknowledgement, his eyes darting back to the sink.

“Something on your mind?” Wayne pauses putting his elbows on the bench. “Someone on your mind?”

That was a loaded question. It was very obvious what was on his mind. What Wayne was really trying to ask was what was he going to do about it? And the answer to that was the same as it was the last few days. Nothing.

Wayne sighs and they move around each other as breakfast is made. They both sit on the couch shoveling eggs into their mouths before they had to leave and open the shop.

“You wanna know the four steps to winning back a girl?”

Eddie chokes on his food as he registers these words. He swallows hard and clears his throat. “Okay well first of all I have no need for such tips and second of all I’m in no mood to hear uncle guru’s life hacks this early in the morning when I’m running on caffeine and burnt toast.”

Wayne chuckles. “First off the toast and caffeine is your fault, second, I’m telling you anyway because I think you need to hear it.”

He puts his plate down and leans forward making direct eye contact with his nephew. “Step 1. Break the ice. Step 2. Contact. Step 3. Talk. Step 4. Apologize. 5. Peace Offering. If a girl is mad at you she’ll put up a wall you just gotta charge through that wall. You do something surprising so it stops her from completely icing you out, then you make sure she’s okay with you getting closer again, you start to talk and get her to open up and finally you open up, she feels trusted and she trusts you then to seal the deal you give her something meaningful so she’s always thinking of you. Never fails. Munson guarantee.”

Eddie smiles shaking his head. “Munson guarantee?”

“Munson Guarantee. Works one hundred percent of the time and if it doesn’t then you get a full refund.”

Eddie stands collecting their plates. “I didn’t invest no money in this.”

Wayne stands and scruffles Eddie’s bed hair. “That would be the point my boy.”

Eddie finishes his morning routine in a relatively good mood, every few minutes having a laugh at Wayne’s girl advice.

Five steps to win you back.

Yeah right.

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He’d been a selfish idiot and sat in his regular spot, placed next to yours. Only for you to walk in, see him, turn tail and sit in the front corner. He couldn’t stop the pang of guilt in his chest when you walked away even though he knew it was coming. The first class in the last fortnight where you weren’t nagging in his ear and he missed it. Nag is the wrong word. You don’t miss nagging. Maybe he just missed you talking to him. But you sat a metaphorical ocean away. He didn’t even have your number. There was no way possible for him to even begin to explain what was going on. Not like he wanted to.

So he moped. He sat with his feet on the desk biting his lip and letting his head fall back. Moping over the unexpected impact losing you had on him. No matter how brief and shallow your interactions were. Suddenly a pop up in the corner of his screen drew his attention. A black textbox with your name at the top.

An email.

A lifeline.

It was just about the project, the first few pieces of sheet music with notes and rewrites. It simply read ‘make sure you have your overlay done by next Monday for when I booked the studio.’ But to him it said so much more. He had a week. Maybe he could fix things.

Wayne’s list got into his head.

Step 1. Break the ice.

Eddie’s first thought of course is, make you laugh. He scrolled through his options for a good minute or so before finding something he had a gut feeling would at least make you smile. He found a gif of a cat typing on a computer with the caption ‘I’m on it!’. He smiled and sent it through, his eyes immediately drifting to you. It took you a few minutes but he watched as your mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly. A huff of amusement passing through your lips before you started typing again. A notification popped up on his screen, a reply.

‘Not funny.’

Progress is progress.

Step 2. Contact.

He didn’t really know how to make contact considering you had been keeping about a miles radius between you two. Luckily his chance came tumbling down some stairs. Quite literally. On your way out of class one of your books had fallen apart, pages falling to the floor. You were on your knees whilst the class had already passed you by. A hand appeared in front of you gathering the spill of paper. You looked up to thank the person it was attached to when you found yourself looking into familiar eyes.

“Thank you so- oh.”

Eddie swallowed holding his pile out to you. You immediately clammed up but took the pile and held it to your chest as you stood.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. He stood slowly to meet you before you walked past him and out the door. He thought that had made no difference until he found you no longer aimed to stay away. You no longer seemed wary of only words of harm leaving his mouth.

At least you weren’t shoving him away with a bargepole anymore.

Step 3. Talk.

Talking to you was evidently not his strong suit but he couldn’t have planned this better. He had your sheet music in hand, half assed notes of his own to make it look like he had questions and concerns. He would tell you he was curious about your style choices and needed an explanation. It was a perfect plan. Yet here he stands in front of you speechless.

“Couldn’t you have just emailed me?”

Shit.

“Well no my laptop crashed yesterday and I didn’t want to just not do the work so uh yeah.” Idiot.

You choose to ignore the fact that you saw him on his laptop in class earlier and you grab the sheet from his hands. You spend the next ten minutes going through his questions and correcting his notes. He fidgets as he sits listening to things he already knows. But you move closer. You point out his mistakes. You make eye contact. You finish your speech and look up at him tiredly.

“Don’t know where I’d be without you angel.”

“Probably be off torturing another girl somewhere.”

Your words hold no poison and he takes that as a victory, he smiles gently back at you.

“Probably. Probably”

Step 4. Apologize.

“Sorry what?” You replied, your face stuffed with a grilled cheese as you rip out your headphones. He was obviously interrupting. Oh well. Too late now.

“I was a dick. I’m sorry.” He said looking to the ground.

You put your food down and turned to face him. “Where’s this coming from? Been waiting for this Eddie all my life. Did your uncle have a go at you or something?”

Yes he did. But he didn’t need you knowing that. “No I just realized you were right. This work involves both of us and its easier when we can tolerate each other being in the same room.”

You sit in a silent state of shock at Eddie’s out of the blue maturity. “Oh. Okay then.” The silence continues as Eddie digs his shoe into the ground and you stare at your food. “Do you um- Do you wanna sit?” You gesture at the opposite bench.

His eyebrows raise. “Uh yeah. Yeah for sure.”

Maybe Wayne was right. It was that easy.

Just one more step.

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At your usual table sat a familiar coffee cup. One with loafs of bread and leaves scrawled along the rim spotting this you instantly knew where it was from and who put it there. The real question was why.

You walk tentatively closer, eyes catching on the boy sitting in the opposite corner of the room chipping away at his black nail polish avoiding your eyes. Your attention then moves back to the cup as your bag slides off your shoulder and you reach for the cup taking a hesitant sip.

He even added almond milk.

You place the cup back down on the table and only then to you spot the hardly legible writing on the side.

‘Peace Offering?’

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@micheledawn1975 , @emma77645 , @rustboxstarr

#eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #barista!eddie #slow burn #enemies to lovers #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson

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svnzs · 1 year

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It's (not) a Revenge

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei x Suguru Niragi

Warnings: noncon, drunk sex, face spitting, face ejaculation, top!arisu & bottom!niragi

Summary: Arisu just fucks the shit out of Niragi to make him feel like trash

Niragi felt a bit dazed and confused. He was in a dark room, along with Arisu who was drinking some kind of drink. Maybe it was beer but he wasn't sure.

He was sitting in the bed, staring at Ryohei. His mind still lacked to remember how they both ended in there, but Arisu seemed to be slowly getting changed. He turned his face up, staring straight at Niragi.

“Oi, Arisu. The fuck we doing in here?” Niragi asked but the other didn't really respond.

He just got up, put the drink bottle aside and approached Suguru. He didn't understand, getting up quickly, but before he could run to the door, Arisu pushed him onto the bed.

“Get off of me, now.” he says, but Arisu just smiles, putting his right hand over Niragi's mouth.

“We still have a long way to go and I won't let you go, until I end it.” Arisu whispered to Niragi, with a frightening look on his face. “No matter if you scream or try to beat me, nothing is going to work out. There's nobody around now, and even if there were, do you think they would look up for you?”

Niragi says nothing and Arisu smiles again.

“It's so funny to see you like this. Incredible how you used to be the one scaring everyone out and now you are surrounded like a mouse. Why don't you just call me names and try to hit me like you once did? I would love to be beaten up by you again.” Arisu says in a teasing tone, but Niragi only seemed to hold back his instincts.

“Since you're just going to be quiet, I will go forward as I planned…” once again, he whispered.

Without delay, Arisu undressed Niragi. He tried to resist, but it didn't seem to be enough. He was curious to see how far Arisu would go, but seeing him like that was also freaking him out. There was blood on his eyes, certainly.

Arisu placed kisses from Niragi's neck to chest. He was breathing heavily, closing his eyes in an attempt to ignore everything, and make him possibly let him go.

However, Arisu continued at his pace, even opening Niragi's pants, which made him open his eyes in an instant. He squirmed trying to get up, but Ryohei didn't allow it.

“I knew you'd try reacting when we came to this point. It was predictable.” he says.

“What's your problem now? The good boy suddenly is trying to become a piece of shit like me? Ha, what an irony.” Niragi answers him, smiling falsely.

“Maybe it is but why do you care? It's no different from you. You tried fucking the girl I like, why can't I try to fuck you too?”

“So, this is revenge?” Niragi then started laughing. “Oh, I'm sorry for breaking your heart, Arisu-chan.”

Arisu didn't respond, just going back to taking off Niragi's pants. He just proceeded to laugh even more loudly.

“That was the funniest shit I've ever heard. Seriously, you wanna fuck me just 'cause I got into ya girl? Are you in love with me? I look hot to you? What about my ass, do you wanna stuck your dick inside and make me yours?” Niragi says with a mocking voice tone. He was having fun with it on one hand, but he knew that if Arisu really wanted to fuck him, it would hurt like hell.

“Whatever goes on your mind…” Arisu whispers. At the same moment, he unzipped his shorts, pulling them all the way down. He had a visible erection. “Just don't cry later…”

“Me? Cry about ya? Why would I-” Niragi was soon interrupted by his own scream after Arisu went in with everything inside of him. He stuck it even deeper after seeing tears coming out of Niragi's eyes. “You son of a b…”

He didn't conclude his phrase, because Arisu kept pushing, even though Niragi hadn't even gotten used to his size.

“That shit hurts…” he says with a shaky voice.

“Then, I'm doing good.” Arisu smirked,

He proceeded to fuck Niragi's ass with a smile on his face. Niragi bit his lip to keep from screaming, tasting his own blood in the process. Arisu held his legs just to give himself more space, and fuck Niragi with better precision.

Arisu brought his face closer to Niragi's, stealing a kiss from him. His tongue quickly entered his mouth, touching Niragi's tongue. He could feel his piercing's mental, giving him a brief shiver.

Niragi tried to push him away but failed, he wouldn't let go of him at all. He could feel his ass' hole hurt after a while, and in less than a few minutes he could feel jets of semen invading inside his hole.

He ended up choking on Arisu's saliva invading his throat. Arisu didn't miss the opportunity to spit into Niragi's mouth. He could feel even more tears running down his cheek.

Arisu withdrew his penis from inside Niragi's ass, leaning on the bed and taking it to the other's face. He quickly masturbated, splashing a considerable amount of semen on Suguru's face.

He brought his face close to Suguru's, whispering to him: “Consider it as a birthday present for you, dear…”

In the end, he licked Niragi's face and spat into his mouth again. Niragi didn't answer him, just closing his eyes tightly.

Niragi's hair was completely disheveled, and his face was dirty with semen, spit and his own tears. To complete his mess, Arisu grabbed the bottle of the drink he was drinking earlier, throwing it all over Niragi.

“Now you smell like me and my favorite alcohol drink.” Arisu mocked him, throwing the bottle onto the bed, and pulling back on his shorts. “Next time, I want to break one of your face features or maybe your body bones. Which do you think is better, Niragi?”

He opened his eyes, but didn't answer him. That made Arisu laugh softly, soon unlocking the door.

“You are free to go.” he says, throwing the keys next to Niragi. Soon, he left the room as if nothing happened.

#alice in borderland #aib #arisu #niragi #arisu x niragi #tw noncon #aib smut

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endlesslystarlitskies · 1 year

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Lost and Found- Part 2

A/N: Here is part 2! Get ready for some bonding, and the introduction of a new character! I hope you're enjoying this so far and please let me know what you think! Also, obviously keeping it to the chapters of the game didn’t work, so scratch that lol. I’m going to keep physical characteristics out of this story, but if I mess up anywhere, please let me know and I’ll fix it!

Genre: Horror, action, adventure, Slow-Burn,

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned, Ella has little regard for her own life and is dealing with the loss of someone closest to her while also fighting to survive with waning self-preservation instincts. Please be cautious if that triggers you. Word Count; 5,023

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Story Masterlist

xXx

It was not easy at all to follow the man in the hat, and she almost lost him a few times as well as gotten caught, but she managed to stick behind him during the long walk.

Ella had been relieved that she hadn’t followed the man to the familiar area of the altar, having been keeping an eye out and preparing herself for the memories that returning to that place may force to the front of her mind, but it wasn’t necessary, as they ended up at what looked to be an abandoned factory.

It had been what felt like hours of walking and sneaking around, so when she got the chance to just sit down and wait for him to leave the large building, she took it, finishing up the last of her water.

If the man in the hat wasn’t sacrificing Leon, then it was likely that he wasn’t killing him at all. At least not yet. If Ella had to guess, she would say he was probably finding a place to keep him tied up for a bit. For what purpose, she didn’t know, but that wasn’t important.

As soon as the man left, she would go inside and free Leon anyway, which would ruin whatever plans the man had for her companion.

Ella was able to rest for half an hour before the man in the hat finally exited the factory. Unfortunately, he ordered a few villagers to keep watch, Ella hiding behind the tree she was near when she saw the first one arrive.

She waited a little longer for everything to calm down, and to make sure the large man in the hat was long gone, before she finally moved into the factory. xXx There had only been a handful of villagers inside, Ella having more trouble finding her way around than she did taking them down. However, she did find something useful. All of Leon’s gear. It was behind two locked doors, but she found a wheel that lifted one of them, though only for a limited time.

Once she got inside, she unlocked the other door from the inside, giving her an easier way out, before she gathered all of Leon’s things. It was quite a bit, but she managed, now having two handguns tucked into her waistband, his pouch at her hip, and the shotgun in hand. She grabbed his combat knife last, giving it a good once over.

“Hm. Nice.” It was a good looking knife0- Sturdy and well made- though it did look a little old. Either way, it would be much nicer to have than those crappy kitchen knives she found around here. Alas, it wasn’t hers, and she stuck it through her belt loop before once again going on the search for Leon.

There were a few bear traps she had to disarm, but she eventually found a metal door, though just before she could reach it, the man that was carried in with Leon suddenly burst through, almost running into her. He was shocked, immediately getting on the defensive, before realizing she wasn’t one of the infected.

“Oh hello.” A smirk came to his lips as his eyes gave her a once over. “I didn’t know he had a companion with him. What’s your name, senorita?” He asked her, his tone flirtatious, and Ella just furrowed her brows at him, shaking her head lightly to show she wasn’t going to give him her name.

She had no idea who this man was, or what he was doing here. He wasn’t infected, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t somehow a part of all of this. Then again, the man in the hat carrying him to the factory along with Leon suggested he wasn’t on the cult’s side, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was on Ella’s, and Ella wouldn’t blindly trust him.

She didn’t trust Leon completely either, but she traveled with him out of necessity, and she at least knew why he was here. The less strangers she had to put her trust in, the better.

“Ah I see. Well I would love to stay and chat, really, but I must get going. It was lovely to meet you. Perhaps we’ll meet again.” Ella gave him a curious look as he ran off, and a part of her wondered if she should stop him, but she decided against it, focusing on Leon. At least she knew she was going the right way.

Making her way down the steps, she stopped when she heard Leon’s voice. He was clearly talking to someone. Was there someone else down there with him? She didn’t hear another voice. . .was he talking to someone over the phone? Or perhaps an ear piece.

She only managed to make out “Condor One out” as he got closer, her brows furrowing. Condor one? What the hell did that mean? Was that a code name? Perhaps he was a government agent. . .

Leon rounded the corner then, and Ella raised the shotgun, pointing it at him and making the blonde man stop, his brows raising a bit in surprise. Both at seeing Ella, and the shotgun suddenly pointed at him.

She took him in, immediately noticing he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore, and Jesus, the guy was ripped. She had figured as much, especially when she grabbed his arm earlier and could feel that he was in shape, but seeing it was very different.

She hadn’t meant to check him out, having been taken by surprise considering he was usually wearing a jacket, but Leon had noticed, clearing his throat.

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” He asked her, snapping her out of it. She couldn’t even be embarrassed, her focus immediately returning to what she had overheard. Government agents weren’t the only ones who used codenames, and she needed to know who he was connected to, not wanting to be taken by surprise later on.

“Condor one?” She questioned, wanting answers and figuring this was as good a time as any. “What are you, an FBI agent?” What would an FBI agent even be doing out here? Who was the girl in the church?

“Do you even know how to use a shotgun?” He asked, not seeming the least bit concerned, and Ella’s mouth fell open in shock.

“Seriously?! I have a shotgun pointed at you and you still won’t answer my questions?” He was unbelievable.

“You’re not going to use it.” He pointed out as he stepped forward, casually taking it from her. She didn’t resist, because of course she wasn’t going to use it, but him being so sure of that still ticked her off.

“Okay so? I followed that man all this way without getting caught, which wasn’t easy in case you were wondering, and I got your gear for you. The least you could do is answer my questions.” She argued as she grabbed his hand gun and pouch, handing them to him. He was quiet for a moment as he put everything in its proper place.

“I am an agent for the U.S. Government. I’m on a mission to rescue the president’s daughter.” He finally said, before holding his hand out to her.

However, Ella was too busy taking in what he said, having not expected that in the slightest. An agent for the U.S. government she had guessed, but The President’s daughter? Of all the guesses she had on who the girl in the church was, that hadn’t been among them.

At least that meant she could probably trust him, right? She supposed he could still be a terrible person in his free time, but at least she knew who he worked for.

Assuming he was telling the truth, but who would come up with such a big lie like that? Her being his sister would have been much more believable. It was then she realized his hand was out expectantly, her brows furrowing.

“What?” She didn’t know what he wanted, having thought she gave him back everything.

“My knife.” He pointed out, but Ella just crossed her arms.

“I don’t know, maybe I should keep it after all the trouble you put me through. And also keeping such a big secret.” She wasn’t being serious, but she couldn’t help being a little annoyed at him. At the same time, she knew she had no right. He didn’t owe her an explanation. She had volunteered to come along, and really this didn’t change much. If anything, it just added a little more pressure to the situation. It definitely explained a lot though, namely his skills.

Leon stepped forward, getting into her personal space, and Ella’s breath suddenly caught in her throat as she looked into his blue eyes, her heartbeat quickening. He was inches away from her face, his expression unreadable.

“It didn’t seem necessary to mention.” He spoke normally, Ella suddenly noticing how attractive his voice was. Why was that something she noticed? And why was his close proximity making her heart pound? It was so inappropriate to even think along those lines considering the situation, but her traitorous body didn’t seem to care.

Suddenly he was stepping past her, Ella finally coming to her senses, and it was then she realized he had grabbed the knife from her belt loop.

Her annoyance from before began to increase, Ella gritting her teeth as she turned to glare at him.

“And thank you.” Despite there being virtually no change in his tone, she could hear the sincerity in the words, making Ella stop.

It was clear he hadn’t expected her to follow him, which she supposed was fair. She was just a civilian. She had no reason to want to save him, but she had, even if he hadn’t really needed saving.

Her annoyance melted away, and she let out a breath. In reality, she was just happy she had found him. She was scared the man had done something to him, or maybe even fatally wounded him. If something happened to him, Ella didn’t know if she could save the girl.

No, she knew she wouldn’t be able to. Even if she had all his gear, there’s no way she could do this without him. And if she couldn’t find him, she would have had to either turn back, or just go to where she knew he was going, and hope she didn’t die along the way.

Finding him all in one piece was a huge relief.

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighed, beginning to follow him up. “But I was a little serious about wanting that knife. These crappy kitchen knives keep breaking.” She joked, hoping to clear the somewhat serious and tense atmosphere.

“I might have let you have it, but this ones important to me.” She hadn’t actually expected a response, her brows raising slightly.

“Oh. . .well then I‘m sorry I threatened to keep it.” She had been joking at the time, but even so. She was curious about the story behind it, but she didn’t ask. She wouldn’t test her luck, as it was already shocking that he even revealed that much personal information.

“Don’t worry about it. You couldn’t have kept it from me if you tried.” Did he just banter back with her? Out loud?

He must have really appreciated her efforts, as he was seemingly opening up to her, and she could definitely get used to that.

They made their way to the exit of the factory, being cautious just in case anymore villagers appeared, but fortunately the only ones in the factory were the ones Ella had already taken out.

That reminded her that she was low on ammo as they neared the exit, Ella opening her mouth to mention it, but a shadowy figure at the exit door caught her attention.

A tall man in a large dark robe stood at the door, a cloth mask covering everything but his eyes, and Ella bristled as she readied to defend.

“Over here, Strangers.” He spoke in an accented voice, pointing behind him before walking out of view.

What?

He clearly wasn’t a normal villager, and he didn’t seem infected, but at the same time, she really hadn’t gotten that great a look at him.

“Who is that?” Leon mumbled in question, looking at her, and she shrugged. She hadn’t seen him at all during her stint in the woods.

“Maybe a friend?” She said hopefully, but Leon was unconvinced. She wasn’t either, to be fair, but it was worth checking out.

They exited the factory, looking in the direction the man had gone. He was standing behind a small wooden table, and Ella could see the legs could fold in on themselves. There was a purple cloth covering the top, but if she had to guess, she would say that the top probably folded too, making the table portable. There was also a large torch with a purple flame, Ella getting distracted by how pretty it was for a moment.

“Let’s do some business, eh?” Ella could hear the grin in his voice, her brows furrowing. Business? What was this?

Leon cautiously stepped forward, clearly curious to what this guy was offering, but Ella decided to hang back, just in case.

The man opened the flap of his robe, revealing small items hanging there.

A salesman. A salesman?

“I’ve got anything you could need. Ammo, weapons, first aid- you name it, I’ve got it.” Ella was baffled, not understanding what was going on.

“Why?” She found herself saying, questions bouncing around in her head.

“Well, to help get rid of the cult that’s been wreaking havoc around here of course!” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I just want to do my part, is all.” He was charismatic, Ella would give him that.

“Okay I guess. . .but what currency do you want?” She crossed her arms, still feeling a little suspicious.

“Just what you’d expect for this area.” He seemed more than happy to answer her questions, Ella feeling her suspicions fading away. “Pesetas? But how would we even get those?” Ella didn’t have any on her anymore, though she didn’t know about Leon. Either way, this was all useless for her.

“Well these villagers should have some on ‘em. Take from ‘em. They won’t need it will they?” He chuckled, and Ella paused as she processed. Did this mean they would see him again? Was he just walking around this village freely? Was he a villager?

“So you want us to steal from dead people and then use the money to buy questionable items from you?” She clarified, just to make sure she was hearing right.

“That’s right!” He said excitedly, and honestly he was already growing on her. For some reason, she felt inclined to trust him, and she didn’t know why. “Though all my wares are in tip top shape Miss, I assure you.” He added, and she sighed, looking at Leon.

“Seems legit to me.” She shrugged, not thinking they had anything to lose. Leon had been silent, clearly taking in the information and analyzing its authenticity himself.

He patted his pouch, and if Ella had to guess, he was probably low on ammo himself. So they really didn’t have much choice.

“Do you have pesetas?” She asked him, hoping the answer was yes.

“Yeah, I brought some along just in case. It’s not much though.” He answered, before seeming to come to a decision.

“How much for ammo?” And with that, Leon and the merchant traded some items. The bullets seemed just as good as any, nothing visibly wrong with them, and he also bought some more herbs. Once he had used up the money he had, he took a step back from the table, turning to hand Ella her share of the ammo. She thanked him, reloading her gun and putting the rest in her pocket. There were more than her pocket could handle, however, and she sighed, not sure keeping them there was going to work.

“Here, why don’t you have these, on the house.” She turned to the merchant, seeing he was holding out two items, her eyes widening when she realized what they were.

A combat knife, a pouch and a holster!

“Wait, really?!” She asked as she stepped forward, looking up at him. Why would he just give these to her?

“Consider it an apology for not helping you out before.” He answered, Ella feeling her heart twist lightly. He meant while she was barely surviving alone in the woods. . .which meant he knew she was out there. Who was he? “Plus, I like you. You’re a fighter.” He added, the words bringing her a small sense of pride, though she didn’t know if she agreed with him.

She decided not to question it, thanking him as she took the items from his hand. She attached the pouch and holster to her hip, putting all her ammo and her gun in them, and replaced the kitchen knife with the much better combat knife. Though, she didn’t know what to do with the old rusty knife now.

“Did I forget to mention I also buy just about anything?” The merchant spoke up, Ella looking at him and seeing he was glancing at the knife.

“You want this old thing?” She questioned, not understanding why he would want it. It was deteriorating fast and really not all that sharp.

“Trust me, I can find a use for it.” He assured her, and she shrugged, before handing it to him. In return, he handed her 200 pesetas, Ella smiling as the coins jingled in her hands.

“Thanks.” She put the coins into her pouch, feeling much better about the merchant, despite how strange he was. She still had questions, but she decided to let them go, just being appreciative of his help.

“Come back anytime.” He responded with a wink, and Ella nodded, before turning back to Leon, who had been watching the interaction patiently.

“I got my own knife now.” She grinned, clearly excited, and Leon’s lips pulled into a small half smile, catching her slightly by surprise. It looked nice on him, and she found herself wishing he would do it more often.

“I see that. Are you ready to go?” Ella nodded, making her way over to him as he turned towards the next direction they would need to go.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” The two stopped, turning back to the merchant. “The cult has some pretty nice treasures lying around, and I’ll pay a pretty penny for those, so keep an eye out will ya?” Oh, that was good to know. That would definitely help them keep their items stocked up.

“Alright, we will. Thanks Merchant!” She waved goodbye, before she and Leon headed up the path. There was a large door right beside them, but it was clearly locked and they could see they would need some kind of key with a bird engraving on it, so they went down the path to the right.

Ella knew they’d get a chance to see the Merchant again assuming he was still in the same spot when and if they came back to the locked gate, but she hoped she would see him again after that. Not just because of the items he offered, but also because he made her laugh and feel a little less shitty.

xXx

It didn’t take them long at all to come across the largest village they had seen thus far, having multiple houses and bridges that stretched across cliffs between the mountains. Ella sighed, looking at Leon.

“We’re not splitting up.” She wasn’t dealing with losing him again, as what happened before had been much too close for comfort. “And surprisingly, it’s not my fault that that’s not a good idea anymore.” She pointed out with a teasing grin, Leon rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” She chuckled, but didn’t argue as they readied themselves to deal with the many villagers that awaited them down below. xXx She pulled the combat knife out of the villagers head, wiping the blade off on the clothes. If she was clumsy with the kitchen knives before, she was even more so now, Ella sighing as she searched the pockets of the villagers. She had found quite a few pesetas from the villagers they had taken care of, making her excited for the next meeting with the merchant.

“You’re going to have to get better with that knife. You almost got hurt.” Leon pointed out as he walked up to her, reloading his gun.

“Yes, thank you. I’m aware, Leon. But unless you want to take some time to teach me, then it might be a minute before I get the hang of it.” She wasn’t used to the feel of the thicker handle, nor the weight of the blade, but she was getting there. It might just take a little time.

“Here, you’re handling it wrong.” Leon holstered his gun as he grabbed his own knife, showing her the proper way to handle it. She hadn’t been expecting an actual lesson, but she wasn’t about to complain or question it, grabbing her knife quickly and mimicking the way he held his own.

For about five minutes, Leon showed her the proper ways to handle the knife, as well as the best ways to slash and stab. It was all condensed for time, but Ella absorbed as much information as she could. She wasn’t going to be an expert any time soon, but maybe now she could put more power and purpose behind her knife attacks instead of just hoping for the best with the limited knowledge she had.

“Alright, I think I got it.” She breathed, going over what he taught her over and over again to ingrain it into her memory. “Thanks.” She hadn’t expected him to take time to do that when she knew they didn’t have much of it. He had also been patient with her, waiting for her to get the movement right and not showing annoyance when she asked him to show her again.

“You getting hurt will slow us down more than a short knife lesson.” He explained as he put his knife away, and she supposed he was right. However; if Ella got hurt enough to where she would slow him down, she wasn’t planning on sticking around. She meant it when she said she wouldn’t get in his way. She debated telling him that, but decided against it. She had a feeling it wouldn’t go over well anyway.

They made their way into a locked house, Ella becoming mildly impressed when Leon kicked in the wooden door that had been locked with a rusted and old deadbolt. He definitely put those muscles to good use, that was for sure.

The key ended up being on the roof, and once Leon grabbed it, they wasted no time in beginning the walk back.

However, just as they were about to leave the village, Ella felt a chill down her spine, the feeling of someone watching her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

She turned quickly, her eyes surveying the area before they landed on someone on the other side of the village.

Her blood ran cold, her eyes widening in shock as fear washed over her like ice water.

It was him.

He was just standing there on a rock, staring at her, his face hidden by the hood of his robe.

Even so, she could never forget the gold necklace with a seemingly glowing red gem he wore,, the memory of it shining in the moonlight as the ax was brought down on Alice’s neck forever ingrained into her mind. She could never forget the decorations that lined his robe, signifying his higher status compared to the others around him, nor the chilling grin he wore on his lips as he seemed to relish in the murder of her friends. Ella couldn’t hear Leon calling her name over the blood rushing in her ears, and as she watched the man turn and begin to walk off into the distance, her fear was suddenly replaced with blood boiling rage as she came back to herself.

She didn’t know if the past few hours of taking down enemies had bolstered her confidence tenfold, but she suddenly found herself running back into the village, her mind on nothing but tracking that man down and ending his life for what he did to her friends- for what he did to Alice.

She wasn’t helpless anymore. He couldn’t take her by surprise. She had the advantage now, when he was alone, and in that moment, it felt as though nothing could stop her from going after him.

That was until a strong arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her off her feet and forcing her to a halt as Leon held her to his chest.

“Ella, stop!” Leon shouted with a strained voice as she fought his grip.

“Put me down! I have to go after him!” She growled angrily, pissed at the man for stopping her when this had nothing to do with him.

In a quick movement, Leon turned, setting her down like she had asked. However, they were on one of the wooden bridges, and he grabbed both of the ropes, blocking her way.

“Calm down. Who are you talking about?” He demanded, and Ella, who had been looking past him the entire time, finally looked at him.

“Him! You didn’t see him!? He was standing right there!” She pointed to the rock on the far side of the village, and Leon turned, but there was nothing there, and he clearly hadn’t seen him before, his eyes holding confusion as he looked back to her.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Her voice was accusatory as her anger built at him. He probably got away, and it was Leon’s fault. If he hadn’t stopped her, then she could have caught up to him, and made him pay for what he had done. Maybe then, the fear and guilt that had cemented itself within her would disappear.

“I believe you.” He assured in a firm voice, his tone almost a warning for her to calm down. “But there’s no way to that rock, Ella. It’s not connected to the village.” Ella stopped, her brows furrowing. She moved forward, looking behind him as she had to see for herself if he was telling the truth, and he was. There was no way to that rock. There had never been a way for Ella to reach him.

The anger washed away, being replaced by sorrow and pain as the emotions she had been shoving away for days crashed into her. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, and she turned away from Leon, trying desperately to reign them in as she walked off the bridge.

She only made it a step off the wood before she fell to her knees, bringing a hand to her face to cover her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks.

She had been forcing herself not to think about it. She had been pushing the memories to the deepest corners of her consciousness as she focused on trying to survive. It had been easier to do, when her exhausted mind was on how hungry or thirsty she was. It had even been easy to do when she was focused on helping Leon with his mission. She had used his mission to forget what she had gone through- Her self-preservation instincts’ last ditch effort to keep her going when she was so close to giving up.

After all, what better reason is there to keep moving forward than to find a purpose beyond yourself in all this madness?

However, the sight of that man had forced the traumatic memories to the forefront of her mind against her will, and Ella needed a moment to recover. Just a moment. Thankfully, Leon knew not to say anything more, staying silent and giving her time with no complaints. This forced him to remember that Ella was just a civilian. One who had gone through something terrible very recently.

It was easy to forget with how she handled herself. Headstrong and cracking jokes with a smile. Teasing him and taking down the infected left and right without a single complaint. He admired her, gaining a newfound respect for her, because he knew what she was going through, and he knew how hard it was to do all of that.

Ella wiped her eyes after a minute, taking a deep breath as she once again pushed all the memories and emotions away. Being able to let out just a little bit of what she had been holding in, and the reminder she gave herself that they didn’t have time for this, made it easier to do.

She heard the slightest bit of movement, looking up and seeing a gloved hand being held out to her. When had Leon gotten in front of her? Had she been that distracted?

She didn’t care to question it further, her eyes meeting his, Ella seeing only understanding in them.

She had been prepared to apologize, but she knew then, that she didn’t have to. There was no judgment or annoyance, or even pity, in his gaze. If anything, there was respect, which was something she hadn’t expected.

It was then she knew for certain that Leon had been through something similar before. Maybe even something worse.

She took his hand, letting him help her up as she gave him a nod of thanks. He gave her a half smile in return, but didn’t say anything more, which she greatly appreciated. She didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet. Not while it was still fresh. He seemed to know that already though, turning and heading back towards the exit of the village.

She watched him with a newfound respect of her own, and after a moment of feeling the breeze on her face dry the remaining wetness on her cheeks, she followed after him.

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Chaos prompts: 46 for the Leverage OT3!

Aaah, sure thing!

I know the worm-on-a-string meme thing was more of a 2016 thing, buuuuut I'm gonna pretend like it happened in 2013-2014 because I like my get-together fics within a year or two post-Long Goodbye. Less edited than my usual fics because I'm a bit short on time rn and can't be bothered.

Edit because I'm silly and forgot: prompt was "Why do you need 500 worms-on-a-string?"

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Eliot’s gotten pretty used to finding weird stuff on the counter when he comes up to Parker and Hardison’s apartment over the brewpub. Robotic parts, building plans, enough scented sparkly pens for an entire office building (if said office building was made up of children under the age of ten), tiny figurines of people with grimacing faces that could give a lesser man nightmares—he’d say at this point there’s little that could surprise him. So he’s not shocked, exactly, when he comes in with two bags of groceries and has to clear five large bags of brightly-colored fuzzy things out of the way.

Once he’s done putting the perishables into the fridge, he picks up one of the packages and gives it a look-over. Its label informs him there’s a hundred items inside.

“Hardison,” he calls. “Why the hell do you need five hundred worms-on-a-string?”

He’s well aware of the things; Hardison spent a solid three hours teaching Parker how to make them move around a couple years back. Nate had yelled at the two of them five separate times to quit leaving them around the apartment. That was probably because he’d gotten tired of finding them stuck in the silverware drawer, hanging over his bed, and nestled onto the decks of his model ships.

In Eliot’s opinion, absolutely nothing belongs in the produce drawer or any part of the kitchen except for utensils and food. But he hadn’t come down so hard on Hardison that time. The expression on Nate’s face whenever he found a new one was worth it.

As a general rule, questions like this require at least two minutes for Hardison to yank himself away from his orcs and elves and what-have-you before coming into the kitchen. This time the door swings back within about twenty seconds.

“You ain’t supposed to come in today,” Hardison says, frowning hard at him. “Thought you said you were gonna go out with that chick you met last week.”

“She had a work thing,” Eliot says shortly.

(Technically it had been a conference at the same time as their initial date. She’d suggested they do dinner instead.

There’d been a sale on raspberries at the farmer’s market this morning, though, and they tended to start losing their flavor and bruise within about forty-eight hours, and he already had a recipe picked out he’d been meaning to share with the other two for the last month, and, well—

He just hadn’t been in the mood for a date, that was all.)

Hardison raises an eyebrow. “Right.”

“Seriously,” Eliot says, waving the bag at him. “You better not be thinking about putting these all over the pub.”

“Who said I got them?” He’s avoiding making eye contact, shifting his weight in a way that Hardison himself would probably call shifty if he could see himself. Possibly Eliot’s suggestion is exactly what he plans to do; he might have something else in mind that’s worse. Either way, Eliot’s pretty sure Hardison’s at least partly responsible for the packages.

“Uh-huh,” he answers, instead of listing all of that out. Sometimes it’s easier to let Hardison dig his holes on his own.

“Parker loves ‘em, man, there was a sale and I figured I’d get her some. What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s Parker,” Eliot says flatly.

“She’ll enjoy them!”

She will, he knows that. As in, she’ll enjoy sticking them all over the entire building. He’s going to be finding the things in the walk-in freezer for days.

And she’ll be grinning every second of it, all sunshine and bright glee, laughing like a little kid and looking for all the world like their life was pure paradise.

…fuck.

“I’m holding you responsible if she puts them in the brewery,” he says, tossing the bag down.

“You think I can control her any more than you can?” Hardison grumbles. He moves the bags, though. When Eliot hands him a pile of carrots and a chopping board, he gets to work without complaint.

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Eliot’s fears turn out to be well-founded. In fact, they’re an underestimation.

He encounters the first worm two days after Hardison left them out on the counter. It’s bright red and twisted around into the shape of a heart, with a tiny message tagged to it that says, in glittery pink pen, HELLO FREND!

It’s tucked into the pocket of his jeans. At his apartment. In his drawer.

“Dammit, Parker,” he growls under his breath. It’s not like he expects her to stay out of his apartment anymore—not after he walked into the living room one morning to find her sprawled on his couch with the TV on and a bowl of pasta in her lap—but there’s leaving a tiny creepy imitation of a rag doll on top of his recipe card box, and then there’s going through his clothes.

…at his place, anyway. At least four flannel shirts have been involuntarily sacrificed for her out of his duffle bags and suitcases. But that’s when his rooms have been beside hers. It never entailed her going out of her way to come all the way out to his apartment, bypass his security measures (which is easy for her but hell for anyone else) and find the pair of jeans he’s most likely to use next, all to stick a note and a fuzzy piece of plastic in the pocket.

He intends to chuck it in the wastebasket and move on. It’s not like she’s going to be short of them anytime soon.

But he’s got to shower first, and then he can’t really be bothered to pull it out, and after that he’s busy cooking and driving to the brewpub and revising the menu and planning the next job with the other two and really, he doesn’t mean to keep it. It’s just that after carrying it around all day it seems a shame to throw it away when he gets home.

He tosses it onto the nightstand, rolls into bed, and turns out the light.

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There’s a blue worm in the pocket of his flannel shirt the next morning. This one is in the same heart shape, but this time, the note says WORM TIME BABY in matching glitter pen.

He sighs, puts it on his dresser, and goes to water his plants.

That day he finds five more worms in the brewpub, two of which are in the staff area with tags with his name. Amy and the rest of the cooks and waitstaff know better than to say anything directly, but he catches them whispering and grinning behind his back.

The customers have been worse over the last few days than usual. Eliot lets it go, just this once.

They keep turning up, of course; Parker drags out jokes like nobody else, and he resigns himself to keeping them all in a drawer. She’ll be offended if she finds them in the trash all the time, and then he’ll just have to deal with even more. The traffic-cone-orange worm that has the tag PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION doesn’t have anything at all to do with any of this.

Days turn into weeks. Jobs come and go. They travel to Canada, where he finds thirty different worms over the course of two days, hidden anywhere from the files to his suitcase to the shower. This time, they’ve got a suite of rooms, one for him and one for the other two, and this, if anything, makes it worse. One time he finds neon yellow worms wrapped around both arms of his glasses.

(If he tries not to wonder if he’d find any fuzzy worms in their room, if he finds himself awake on the couch at three AM the second day—well, it can’t mean anything. It just… can’t.

He never does meet back up with that girl.)

The notes range from short and (though he’d never admit it to anyone) cute to creepy to indecipherable: ARSONIST!, I WILL HARVEST YOUR SOUL, SQUIRM? SQUIRM. SQUIRM!!!, TIME TO SIN, WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS, PERISH, and, perhaps most disturbingly of all, LOVE <3. Unless it’s intentionally wrapped around something, every single worm is carefully twisted in the shape of a heart.

The creepy ones are definitely the most common. It’s Parker, so he can’t expect anything less.

(The LOVE <3 ones show up a lot more often than the others, though. He’s not sure what to make of that.)

He tells her off. Repeatedly. With emphasis. Once he threatens not to bake anything with chocolate for the next month. Every time, she just shrugs at him, pulls a worm out from nowhere (she’s been tying them up around her hairbands sometimes), and informs him with varying degrees of cheekiness that they’re just her friends and really, why would he mind her sharing friends?

“Because your friends are creepy, Parker,” he says once, and she gasps in dismay and pets the top of her worm’s head.

“Don’t say that, Eliot.”

Hardison’s laughing behind him, quiet enough not to be mocking to Parker but loud enough to be mocking to Eliot. He resigns himself to growling at the both of them and lobbing the next worm he finds out the window.

(He picks it up later, because he’s not one of those assholes that litters.)

At the end of the Canada trip, they find a deserted local ice rink and spend half the day messing around on the ice. Hardison’s better than Eliot had expected, good enough to skate hand-in-hand with Parker at a decently high speed.

Eliot tries to stick near the edges and let the two of them have their fun. They won’t let him. He keeps finding one of their hands warm in his, pulling him after them in a chain, and after a while he gives up and allows it. It’s easier than it maybe should be.

At one point Parker tugs them both out to the middle of the rink to make them twirl with her. Somehow, though, she manages to throw her weight at just the wrong angle, and suddenly they’re all toppling to the frigid floor. Eliot manages to catch them so that the blades of their skates don’t come anywhere near close enough to slice anybody’s skin open. This has the unfortunate side effect of landing both of them directly on top of him.

He means to grumble at them to get off, because they’re heavy and the ice is freezing against his neck. But then Parker immediately wriggles in closer, tucking herself up against his shoulder as she giggles. Hardison’s on his other side, squawking indignantly about fragile bones and whatever, but he’s got some kind of pleased note in his voice that Eliot can’t quite parse.

It’s stupid and sweet and comforting and, staring up at the blue, blue skies, he can’t help but want to stay down here for just a little while longer. Just long enough to memorize the sound of Parker’s laughter. Long enough to ingrain the way Hardison fits up against his other side into his memory.

Long enough to believe that maybe, maybe, he’s reading this right after all.

But that’s all kinds of dangerous, so he pushes them off him with excuses about frostbite, hauls himself up off his ass, and skates around the rim of the rink while they stumble to their feet.

They get back to the brewpub at an unholy hour of the morning. He collapses into the guest bed, staring up at the constellations in the glow-starred ceiling until sleep steals him away. Midafternoon, he gets up to find one single worm, smaller than the rest of them, laid neatly on top of his folded clothing. It’s curled in the same heart shape as the rest of them and bright green. (He gets fewer of those than the others. They’re Parker’s favorites, so most of them stay with her.)

Written on its tiny tag in blue glitter pen are the words:

WORM YOU BE MY DATE?

Eliot blinks, rubs his eyes, and checks again. When he finds the same phrase, he heads for the shower, turns the water to winter-lake-ice-cold, and spends a good ten minutes under it.

The tag is still the same when he comes back.

“What the fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. He’s half-tempted to say she’d meant to leave it for Hardison, except…

Except Parker doesn’t make mistakes like that, and she’d have had to go to a lot of effort to get into his room without waking him, and…

He dresses, tucks the worm into the pocket of his shirt, and steps out into the apartment. The other two are seated at the counter. Parker idly stirs her cereal while Hardison mutters at his laptop with a bowl of leftover eggs and rice at his side. They look up when they hear the door creak, watching him.

Eliot holds up the worm. It trembles slightly in his grip.

“What’s this about?” he asks, going for warily amused. It comes out closer to wobbly and very obviously desperate.

They glance at each other, shifting on their seats. Hardison closes his laptop. Parker puts down her spoon.

“We know it’s kinda unusual,” Hardison starts carefully. “And you don’t have to say yes, okay, and if not we’ll shut up and never speak of it again and all that, but—”

“But there’s a special at that place you like tomorrow and we thought you’d like to go and maybe we could go as more than just friends?” Parker asks in a rush.

The world shifts under his feet. Everything blurs, just a moment.

LOVE <3, he remembers. The last few weeks click into place.

“Yeah,” he says, tucking the worm back into his pocket. It takes him an extra try; his hands, always steady, are betraying him in this moment. He’s not sure he cares. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They both beam, brighter than sunshine, warmer than fresh-baked bread, and he decides that can Parker can put as many worms in his stuff as she likes. This is worth it.

#leverage #leverage fic #thiefsome #parker x hardison x eliot #this fic totally ran away from me #probably gonna post this on Ao3 when I get the chance to edit #synapse writes

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