#it's going to take awhile to get used to actually living again huh

[bekaroth-reads]

Gale x Tav/reader

[Like my other BG3 ones, it's either or, but the reader is referred to as Tav at one point. Highly likely I don't have some facts right because I'm still really early in the game, and only know bits and pieces about the later stuff. I just really wanted to write something for him 🥺]

Things were getting rather busy lately. It was actually somewhat welcome seeing as things were, well, not dull, but more calm than you were used to. To be honest, you were certain that you would get used to the more stable way of life, actually enjoy it even, but it was taking you a bit to settle after everything that had happened. For awhile, you kept yourself busy by going to visit Gale’s tower, and, more importantly, Gale himself.

Though it wasn’t too far between where you lived in Baldur’s Gate and where his tower was in Waterdeep, it was enough of a trip to scratch that traveling itch you had gotten from having a cross country journey for your life. You were quickly falling in love with not only the wizard that lived in this town, but the town itself. It was still a decently sizable place, but not quite as bustling and chaotic as Baldur’s Gate.

“Are you alright, dearest?” Gale snapped you out of your pondering as you were looking over Waterdeep lighting up for the evening.

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m alright. Just thinking about the next time I’ll get to come up to visit you.” You sighed.

Gale laughed, leaned your head toward him, and gave your temple a kiss. “You’ve only just gotten here and you’re already thinking about next time?”

You sighed again and smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess I should focus on right now, huh?”

He hummed contentedly and wrapped his arms around you. There was a few moments of comfortable silence before he responded. “How about you do whatever you like, and I’ll focus on here and now. Especially on you.”

There were a few more kisses to the side of your head. You leaned back and rested against Gale as the two of you watched the town come alive for the night. You both must have looked cozy because soon Tara fluttered down from the shelf she was prancing on to settle in you lap.

She didn’t say anything, instead choosing to stretch her wings and paws before snuggling straight into her favorite nap position. Gale, however, involuntarily made one of the most undignified noises he had ever made in whole life as his heart melted at the sight. He was quick to clear his throat to try to cover for it, and explained, “She misses you when you’re gone.” Gale gave another sigh, this one more forlorn, “We both do.”

You turned to kiss his cheek. “I missed you both too. This place is what I think paradise must be like.”

Gale answered this by turning to kiss you proper. After, he started peppering your lips and the side of your face with as many little kisses as he could manage. It seemed sweet, and it was, however you could tell that he was nervous about something and was using his loving onslaught to try to distract you from noticing; or, perhaps to distract him from his own nerves.

The squeeze you gave to his hand was the first way you questioned him. You knew he knew what that meant because you both had been using that gesture for that reason almost as long as you had been together. He either didn’t notice or was pretending not to, so you verbally question, “Gale?” This caused him to huff and rest his chin on your shoulder, his hair and beard ticking at your neck while he debated if he had the courage to say what he was thinking about.

“Love?” You use a different name for him as you leaned your head against his. It was cheating, you knew, because he always caved into what you wanted when you called him that.

His hold on you tightened to give himself assurance. “I was just thinking…” there was a pause as he thought over his words again, “Well, you know me, love. I have never been one to shy away from problem solving; especially when it’s for someone dear to me. And, of course, no one has ever been more dear to me than you.” Gale leaned his head to start kissing at your shoulder. “Lovely, lovely, lovely you-“

“Gale.” You got his attention, and he hummed between kisses.

“Gale.” This time you were more stern.

“Yes, dearest?” He looked up at you with his big, brown eyes that were shining like honey in the candle light, trying to act like he wasn’t stalling on talking to you. You didn’t want to be pushy, but it also seemed like whatever it was he was thinking of was important. The kind of important that needed to be said sooner rather than later.

“We both know what you’re doing right now.” You scolded, but tried to keep it lighthearted.

He grunted in frustration. “Curse you for knowing me so well!” He teased as he gave your shoulder one last kiss then rested his chin on it once more, still too nervous to look you in the eye.

“What if… you never had to leave?” He finally said.

Gale seemed to think he was too blunt and quickly followed the question with, “I-I know that it’s an awfully big thing to ask, and I understand if you need time to think about it. Or, if you simply don’t want to than-“

You were wondering what made Gale cut his sentence off, but a look down to Tara who was woken by the suddenly rambling let you know why. Her eyes looked annoyed from being disturbed, but still had a sparkle of amusement at Gale’s predicament.

“You listen here, you flying feline.” Gale grumbled at the Tressym, “A word of this to my mother, and I will never buy you a treat again!”

Both Tara and you knew that she was too precious to Gale for the threat to hold any weight. Either way, you decided to try to lighten the mood again.

“Gale, I would love to. I do love it here and I would love to live closer to you. But, that’s going take some time. I find out where there’s even a place for sale here, then I’ll have to figure out a good way to get all of my things here, and-“

“Tav, my darling.” Gale cut in, turning finally tuning to look at you once more. You weren’t looking forward the the no doubt smarmy look on his face as the only time that he ever called you, “my darling,” when there was something that you weren’t catching onto, and he was trying not to be condescending about it (a bad habit that he was trying to break). However, while there was still a hint of his usual attitude, the thing that was most present was a blush that was burning his cheeks and starting to dust the tops of his ears. “I’m asking you to live here- with me.”

The whole situation finally caught up with you, and all you were able to do was whisper his name.

Gale stood you both up so he could turn his whole body to face you making it easier to cup your face in his hands; Tara landing on her feet and walking away. “Again, I know this is a very serious thing- a very daunting thing- but…” once again he decided to change his approach. “This tower, it has been my safe haven, my home, for many years now. And, in many regards it still is. But, it has gotten to where it doesn’t always feel like it is anymore. The only time I truly, truly feel like I’m finally home…”

He paused a moment as he lost himself in your eyes, “…is when you are here.”

You weren’t sure what to do. You knew your answer, but all the words for it were completely void from your mind at the sheer intimacy of this moment. All you could think to do was mirror his gesture and place your hands on the sides of his face as well. It was tender and both of you were content to hold each other.

But, then, with neither of you knowing what the next move should be, the moment went from tender to comical. Gale was the first to hold back a snicker, causing him to snort just a bit; that in turn made you start to chuckle as well. Soon you were both giggling like drunkards, yet not moving your hands.

“What in the hells are we doing?” Gale asked as his fingers started to run along the back of your jaw just below your ears.

“I have no idea.” You laughed as you started to scratch your fingers through his beard.

A playful glint sparked up in his eyes, “I know something we could do instead.”

Suddenly, he used his hold to crash your lips into his. The kiss was passionate, yet light hearted. It was followed shortly by him kissing his way down to your neck where he started to kiss in a way the bristled his beard against you in a way he knew you could barely stand, playfully growling the whole time. The very undignified squawk followed by the tickled laughter let him know it was working.

“Gale! What has gotten into you?” You desperately tried to get away from his attack while trying to catch your breath from laughing. “And, to think, you were worried about Tara seeing us before.”

He stopped with a genuine kiss to your pulse point before looking up at you, his hair mussed from his little outburst. “If she had any decency, she’d be well out of the room by now. With how tired she looked I’d wager she went off to bed.”

You glance around the room and notice that Gale and you were indeed alone. Your eyes caught on one of the candles lighting the room, and you watched the little flame dace for a minute as you let out a contented sigh.

“Lost in thought again, my love?” Gale questioned.

You were silent for a bit more before you responded. “I’m going to have to return to Baldur’s Gate sooner than I thought.

Gale physically deflated when he heard this. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled before trying to put on a brave face, “Some pressing business you forgot about?”

“In a way…” you huffed as you were thinking of all the work ahead of you. “After all, it will take plenty of time to pack, find a decent wagon to carry things, put my little house for sale…”

This caused Gale’s eyes to widen and his hands to shoot up and hold your shoulders to ground himself. “You mean- this is- I-I-I can take this as a yes?”

"Yes." You confirmed.

With an excited shout and without another thought, Gale lifted you into his arms and spun you around. He overestimated his ability to do so, and after the first turn you both fell to the floor with you landing on top of him.

He seemed too elated to care though as he rolled you both over and propped himself above you on his elbows, laughing all the while.

With one of the largest, most genuine smiles you had ever seen on his face, Gale took you into his arms and whispered into your ear, "Welcome home, my love."

#gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep x reader #gale of waterdeep x tav #gale dekarios x reader #gale x tav #gale dekarios x tav

[and-claudia]

Against All Odds pt. 7 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

SHE LIVES!!!!!! Hey guys sorry it's been awhile!! This semester is crazy!! I got a little time off and was finally able to work on some writing!! I am still getting back into the swing of it so I am so sorry if this isn't my best quality!!

Warnings: more angst, allusions to SA

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

word count: 4000+ (shorter again, I know but I wanted to do the whole ambush part and the suburbs part together in one part, so the next one should be longer, but it may not be out until closer to Christmas once the semester is over)

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After we had all gotten a chance to clean up, Joel decided to go out and see if he could get the truck started. Meanwhile, I went around the kitchen seeing if there was anything salvageable to bring with us. 

“Truck’s ready.” Joel said as he walked in. 

“Good, I found a few cans of food in here. I figured I could check the garage too before we left.” 

He nodded before turning around and walking back out. I turned to Ellie who was throwing her bag back on. 

“You ready?” I asked. 

“Yup. I’ll help you look in the garage when we get out there.” She said as we headed for the door. 

“Thanks.” 

We got to the truck and tossed our bags in before taking one last good look around. There wasn’t much out here in all honesty. I was ready to just get in the truck and leave when Ellie called me over. 

“Hey, I found some more cans over here!” She hollered causing Joel and I to walk over. 

“What‘cha got?” I asked. 

“I found a few things, they were all under that crusty shirt.” She said pointing to it. 

When I saw it, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. I knew where that shirt came from, and it belonged to the man standing beside me who had a similar expression on his face. 

“Ellie, go wash your hands, we’ll get the cans.” I said and she gave me a weird look, “Just go do it.” 

She shrugged and did as I said. 

“Huh, never really expected to see that again.” Joel said tossing the shirt aside. 

“Yeah, me neither… Do you think Bill or Frank ever found it?” I asked. 

He only shrugged and started grabbing the cans to put in the truck. So much for a conversation. 

When Ellie got back, we loaded up the truck with everything we were taking. Joel got into the driver's seat, and Ellie got in behind him. Out of instinct, I went to get in the backseat with Ellie. I had never actually ridden up front ever. I was still in a car seat when the outbreak happened and then anytime I rode in a vehicle after that, I was always in the back. 

“What are you doing?” Joel asked. 

“What?” 

“Get up front.” He nodded to the vacant seat beside him. 

I shut the door and went to get in the front seat, “This is weird.” I commented but to tell the truth, I was kinda excited to ride up front. 

“Both of you buckle up.” Joel said, as he started the truck. 

“What?” Ellie asked. 

“This thing.” I showed her mine that I had pulled down. 

She glanced around herself before Joel turned around in his seat and reached back to help her out. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, it was really such a dad thing to do, but I tried not to dwell on it too much knowing it would only make me sad. Subconsciously, my hand went to my stomach. 

“Is it safe?” I asked as he pulled out of the garage. 

“Hm?” 

“Riding in the front when you’re pregnant, is it safe?” I clarified. 

“You think I would tell you to if it wasn't?” He asked as we began to drive away from the house. 

I shrugged and reached up to open the glove compartment. I found a cassette tape in it. It was too faded to read what was written on the side. I shrugged and opened it anyway. 

“What are you doing?” Joel asked. 

“Road tunes.” I said as I put it in. 

An old song started playing that I vaguely recognized. I reached up to change it to see what else was on it, but Joel stopped me. 

“No leave it, leave it. This is good. This is Linda Ronstadt. Do you know who that is?” 

“I don’t.” Ellie said from the backseat. 

“I’ve heard of her… I think my mom used to listen to her… This song sounds a little familiar.” I said. 

We pulled up to the gate and Joel stopped. He took a deep breath before pressing the button to open it. The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across Joel’s face. I rested my head against the window as we drove. As the song got to the chorus I heard the familiar words “And I think I'm gonna love you, For a long long time” I couldn’t help but think of Joel… and as I sat there, eyes closed, I allowed myself to pretend, even for just a moment that everything was normal… that Joel and I were together, the outbreak never happened, maybe even we were the same age, going home to tell my parents about the baby, his daughter-no our daughters- sitting in the backseat. It felt so right. It felt like a dream… too good to be true. 

Progress was slow. Once every hour or so, we were having to stop to siphon gas out of abandoned cars. During one of our stops, I was looking at the map trying to help refine our route. I traced my pinky over a route that would take us longer but would ultimately be safer. 

“Why don’t we follow that one? 84?” Ellie asked pointing to a different interstate. 

“Because 84 goes to Hartford, the QZ there is in shambles. We’re trying to avoid it, but not take forever… so I’m thinking… stay here on 90, avoid Connecticut all altogether… only issue is, it does take us further North… so it’s going to take us even longer…” I said, scanning the map for any alternatives. 

“Well, we’re already taking forever, stopping every hour.” Ellie said with a sigh as she sat back in her seat. 

“I know, but we have to.” I said with a similar sigh just as Joel opened the door. 

“We have to what?” He asked, starting the truck again. 

“Stop every hour for gas.” I said. 

“But why? I thought cars were supposed to be useful. This just seems like a major inconvenience.” 

“They were. 20 years ago. But gas breaks down over time… the stuff I’m siphoning out of these cars is practically just water now. So to keep the truck going, gotta make stops. But it beats walking there.” 

“I think found us a route to take. It takes us North a bit, but it’ll avoid Conetticet completely. I think it’s worth it if it means we avoid Hartford.” 

“Let me see.” 

I showed him and to my surprise, he agreed it was the best option. 

“We got maybe two hours left of daylight… I wanna get past Springfield at least.” He said. 

I nodded and soon we were on the road again. We had already cycled through the tape and were now riding in an awkward silence. I glanced behind me at Ellie to see what she was doing and found her reading a book. 

“Whatcha reading?” 

She held it up to show me, “‘No Pun Intended: Volume Too’ by Will Livingston,” She said with a smile, “Get it? Volume Too.” 

“Jesus.” I heard Joel sigh under his breath, hearing our conversation. 

“Is there some good stuff in there?” I asked. 

She nodded and then scanned the page she was on to find a worthy joke, “Oh here, it doesn’t matter how hard you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationary.” 

I smiled, it was cheesy but good. 

“What did the mermaid wear to her math class?... An Alge Bra!” She said, laughing a little at it. 

I laughed some too and glanced over at Joel, he was shaking his head slightly, clearly not amused by the jokes. 

“I stayed up all night wondering where the sun had gone-” Ellie began another joke.

I knew this one and decided to push Joel’s buttons, just a little. 

“But then it dawned on me!” I said with Ellie. 

“No way, you know that one?” Ellie said. 

Joel looked over at me still not amused, “You can ride in the back.” He said. 

“You’re such a stick in the mud, you know that?” I said to him.

Thankfully Ellie got the hint that that was enough jokes for now and closed her book in favor of looking at what we were driving past. Both sides of the roads were covered in cars that had been forced off the road. 

“Must have been some truck.” Ellie said. 

“Yeah, they used to stick big-ass plows on them, and clear the roads for their tanks and such.” Joel said, not even glancing away from the road in font of him. 

“I wanna see a tank!” Ellie said. 

“I don’t.” I commented, talks usually didn’t mean good news. 

“You will. Tanks, choppers, all that stuff. But they’ll fight the wrong enemies. Just scattered around now.” He said, clearly bringing a heavier tone to our conversation than Ellie was wanting because she quickly changed the topic. 

“Oh yeah, I found this…” She said leaning forward and holding a new cassette tape in her hand, “This make you feel all nostalgic?” 

Joel glanced at it, “This is actually before my time.” 

“Great, even older, old music.” She said, sitting back.

“It’s a winner though.” Joel said, putting it in. 

“Found something else too.” Ellie said, pulling out a magazine from under the seat. 

She opened it and scanned the pages, “It’s light on the reading but it has some interesting pictures.” 

At that Joel and I both looked back to see what she had found. 

“No, no, no. Put that back.” Joel said immediately, meanwhile, I was just trying not to laugh.

During the whole exchange, I was just trying not to laugh, but then I was sent over the edge when I heard Ellie say, “Why are all these pages stuck together?” 

I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I started laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe. What made it even better was Joel trying to come up with a response. He stumbled over his words and couldn’t get an answer to form. 

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” Ellie said, before scooting over to the window and tossing it out. 

I was in tears by this point. 

“Dude, chill, you’re gonna piss yourself.” Ellie said. 

“I’m trying not to.” I said, whipping the tears from my eyes. 

After that, the drive died down. Every so often we would comment on what we saw. We passed some wild buffalo that had roamed more and more since the outbreak. We passed an old amusement park. You could see the old rollercoasters still standing tall. I had always wanted to ride one, but never got to. Joel told us about a few that he had been on when he and his brother went to Six Flags Fiesta Texas, a couple of my brothers had been there before too, I was just too little to go with them. Later on we saw the tanks that Joel promised. And just like the hundreds of cars we had passed, they were left abandoned on the side of the road. 

I was grateful when Joel announced that we had done enough driving for the day and pulled the truck off the main road, across a field, and into the tree line to keep us hidden. I got out and stretched. Sitting all day had made my knees stiff. 

“I’m gonna make us some food.” Joel said and I nodded. 

“I’m going to go find a place to pee.” I said, walking the other way. 

When I got back I could smell the food and it made my stomach rumble. 

“What is that?” I asked, walking over to stand by Joel. 

“20-year-old Chef Boyardee ravioli.” He said. 

“Could’ve left out the ‘20-year-old’ part.” I said, taking a seat. 

“You can raid what we have, it’s slim pickings though, but I guess if the smell or something is already making you feel sick.” He said. 

“Oh, no, I feel fine. It smells really good actually.” I said, happy that I didn’t feel like I was going to puke anytime soon. 

“Good. Here.” He said scooping some out and handing it to me, “Ellie, come eat.” He called the young girl over. 

Ellie took her portion and sat down with it then immediately dug in. 

“Slow down some.” Joel said. 

“This is good stuff, what is it?” She asked between bites. 

“Chef Boyardee.” 

“That guy was good.” She said, shoving another bite into her mouth. 

“I actually agree.” 

“Me too.” I nodded, taking a bite of my own. 

“So… how long we staying out here?” Ellie asked. 

“I figured I sleep tonight and drive tomorrow, all day, all night, get us to Wyoming by next mornin’.” Joel said. 

It wasn’t a bad plan, I just didn’t know if he’d be able to stay up that long without dosing off. Ellie must have thought the same thing. 

“Why doesn’t Yn take a shift driving? I feel like that’s a lot of driving for just one person.” She said. 

“I don’t know how to… well, I know the logistics of it, but I’ve never actually done it before. And don’t think right now is the time for driving lessons.” I said. 

She nodded before firing off another question, “Can we start a fire? I’m freezing.” 

I already knew the answer but Joel beat me to it, “Now why am I going to tell you no?” 

“Because infected will see the smoke.” She said with a sigh. 

“Fungus ain’t that smart.” He shot back. 

“We’re too remote now for infected.” I chimed in. 

“Okay, so people?” She asked and we nodded, “So what are they gonna do? Rob us?” 

“Oh, they’ll have way more in mind than that.” Joel said. 

Ellie nodded, understanding what he meant. A young girl, a woman in her 20s, and an older man wouldn’t be much of a fight against raiders, and if a big enough group got to us and overwhelmed us, they could easily have their way with any of us. It was a scary thought, but it was just the reality of what could happen. 

Conversation died off after that and we finished our meal in quietness. Then after that, we got ready to settle down for the night. We each grabbed a sleeping bag and brought them over to the lantern to set up. 

“Actually smells pretty good.” Ellie commented as she laid her’s out. 

“That would be Frank’s then.” Joel said. 

“That would mean you have Bill’s.” I said, popping the tag off of mine. I had found an unused one in one of Bill’s supply stashes. 

I hesitated as I thought about where to lay mine out. Yes Joel and I had a few moments today where we seemed like our old selves before we knew about the baby, but I wasn’t 100% sure where we were overall and I didn’t want to test my luck. So, I opted not to lay mine right next to his. We all got settled in and Ellie turned off the light. 

I was just about asleep when I heard Ellie call out for Joel. 

“Joel? Can I ask you a serious question?” She said. 

I was worried that something was wrong. 

“Yeah.” 

She took a deep breath and sighed, “Why did the scarecrow get an award?” She asked. 

There was a few beats of silence before Joel spoke up, “Because he was outstanding in his field.” 

I could see him fighting a smile. 

“You dick!” Ellie said with a laugh, “Did you read this?” 

“No.” Joel said, suppressing a laugh as he rolled over to but his back to us, “Now go to sleep. Both of you.” 

It was quiet for a few moments before Ellie spoke once again, “Those people you said… there’s no way anyone knows we’re here, right? No one’s going to find us.” 

“No one’s gonna find us.” Joel confirmed. 

“Okay.” Ellie said quietly. 

I fell sleep soon after that but was woken up only a few hours later. It was still dark out. I rolled over and saw Joel’s sleeping bag was empty. I glanced around and found him standing watch. I quietly got up and walked over to him, making sure not to startle him. 

“You should be asleep.” He said. 

“So should you.” I commented. 

He was silent for a moment, “I couldn’t… just paranoid, I guess.” 

I nodded. In the short time she’s been with us, I could tell the effect it had on Joel. I knew about Sarah. And I could tell that having Ellie around was bringing that all back to him. 

“Hey, we’ll be okay. Alright?” I said gently as I hugged onto his arm and laid my head on his shoulder. 

I could feel the way he relaxed some and let a sigh. After a few minutes of standing there with him a yawn escaped my lips. 

“You should go back to bed. I’m gonna stay up. Just in case. We’ll stop again tomorrow night and just get to Wyoming the next day.” He said. 

“Okay.” I let go of his arm only for him to catch me by the wrist gently. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked. 

I nodded, “I love you too, Joel.” I said quietly. 

And I meant it. Despite the shit show we’ve been through the past few days, I did still love him. I knew we would figure this all out eventually. It would take time, but we’d get there, together. I went back to my sleeping bag and slid back into it. When I woke back up the next morning, Joel was already heating up coffee on the camping stove. Ellie was just waking up as well. About 30 minutes later, we were loaded back up and on the road again. 

Joel had poured the coffee into thermos to drink on the road. In the past, I would’ve happily shared it with him. But now the smell was revolting almost. Ellie seemed to agree. 

“Is that seriously what the Starbucks in the QZ used to sell?” She asked, clearly disgusted. 

“Well, theirs was a lot fresher than what Bill saved up, but yeah, this what they sold.” Joel said. 

“Smells like burnt shit.” Ellie said. 

“Yeah, it’s gross.” 

“You love coffee.” Joel said. 

I shook my head, “Not anymore.” 

“Alright, eyes on the map, where am I heading?” 

“Keep headin' south until we hit 78, that will get us to 76, then from there we’ll get to 70 west which we will stay on for pretty much ever.” I said. 

Joel nodded.

“Where in Wyoming did you say your brother was?” Ellie asked. 

“Last contact came through a radio tower close to Cody.” Joel said. 

I scanned the map to find it and once I did I held it up to show her. 

“Wow that is deep in there… And what if he’s not there?” She asked. 

“Then odds are he’ll be near a settlement, probably close to another city out there. Ain’t too many of ‘em in Wyoming.” 

She nodded and I thought, more so hoped, that would be the end of her questions. I knew this was a touchy subject for Joel and I really didn’t want to upset him. 

“What’s his name?” She asked. 

“Who’s name?” 

“Your brother.” 

“Tommy.” He said. 

“Younger or older?” She fired off another question at him. 

“Younger.” “Why isn’t he with you?” 

I watched Joel for his reaction to this question. 

“Long story.” 

“Is it longer than 25 hours? ‘Cause I think that’s what we got.” She asked. 

I could tell Joel was considering his options of telling her or not. To my surprise, he began telling her about how he was a “joiner.” He told her that he enlisted in the Army right out of high school. Then after the outbreak, Tommy was the one who convinced Joel to join a group that was heading to Boston. He told her how Tommy met Marleen and how she convinced him to join the Fireflies. But last he heard he had quit that too and he was alone and that is why Joel was heading out there, to go get him. 

“If you don’t think there’s hope in the world, why bother going on?” Ellie asked. 

Joel glanced over at me for the briefest second before answering, “You haven’t seen the world, so you don’t know.” 

“You keep going for family. That’s about it.” He added. 

“I’m not family.” Ellie pointed out. 

“No, you’re cargo. And I made a promise to Tess. And she was like family.” 

I could tell the conversion was making him shut down. 

“What if you don’t find him?” Ellie asked. 

It was a legitimate question. One that I was too scared to ever dare ask. 

“I will.” Joel said firmly. 

“How do you know?” 

“I’m persistent.” 

That shut the conversation right down. 

“Hey Ellie, we got up pretty early. You can take a nap back there if you want.” I said. 

“I’m not even tired.” She said. 

But sure enough after about 30 min of silence, she was out. 

“Are you okay?” I asked Joel. 

He sighed, “Yeah.” 

“You sure?” 

He only nodded. 

I decided to drop it, he had already shut down, and there was no point in making it worse. Instead, I opted to also get some rest. Later that day, Joel had changed his mind and continued driving through the night. 

I could never fall asleep very long. I ended up dosing off and on throughout the night. When I woke up again, the sun had risen and we were approaching a city. Ahead of us was an overpass tunnel and from the looks of it, it was blocked. 

“Where are we?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. 

“Kansas City. Wait here.” Joel said, turning off the truck and going to get out but I stopped him. 

“Joel, we are way too close to the city for you to go out there alone.” I said, worried about Infected or even other people attacking him. 

“I’ll be fine.” He said and got out, then he grabbed the rifle from the back seat. 

I watched anxiously as he got closer to the tunnel. There could be anything in there. After a couple minutes of looking, he began making his way back. I didn’t take my eyes off him until he was back in the car. 

“Now what?” I asked. 

He grabbed the map to look for an alternate route.

“Screw it.” He said tossing me the map. 

“What’s the plan?” I asked. 

“We go back a ways, get off the highway, come back down, take the next ramp. Puts us back on the road, 5 minutes tops.” He said. 

I sat quietly as he drove but I began to grow wary as we got deeper and deeper into the city. 

“Where the fuck is the highway?” He asked. 

“I’m trying Joel!” I said looking between the map and the signs we were passing. They were all so faded it was nearly impossible to figure out where we were and him yelling at me wasn’t helping. 

“Quit looking at the state map!” 

“Joel, I am trying my fucking best! Quit yelling at me, I’m already freaked out as it is being this far into the goddamn city!” I shot back. 

“Well we wouldn’t be if you could just give me directions!” 

“I thought you had a fucking plan? 5 minutes tops, remember?!” I shot back. 

Suddenly Ellie yelled from the back seat, “Stop!” 

We did and turned to see what was wrong.

“Is that the QZ? Where the fuck is FEDRA?” She asked. 

Sure enough to our left was the entrance to the QZ with its gates wide open. 

“We need to get the fuck out of here.” I said. 

“Hey! Please help!” We all turned to the front to see an injured man stumbling towards us. 

“Both of you seatbelts, now.” Joel said, putting his own on too. 

“Aren’t we gonna help him?” Ellie asked, clearly confused. 

“No.” Joel and I both said. 

Joel turned the car to try and get away from him. I was scanning the area for anyone else, knowing it was a trap. 

“Joel!” Was all I was able to yell as I saw a guy throw a cinder block from a fire escape. 

It hit our windshield and shattered it. Joel kept driving. We ran over something and I could feel the car drop as it popped the tires. Then another man stepped out in front of us and began shooting. Joel swerved the truck to the left. I only caught a glimpse of the glass window before we went straight through it. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact I knew was coming. 

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Sans x Fem! Cat reader 🐾

Hi! So, this is gonna be a little different than it sounds. But I thought that it's an interesting concept. Enjoy :)

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Silence..

nothing could be heard from inside the house, as you sleep on the bed of Sans The Skeleton. You would be lying if you said it wasn't nice.. you've never felt this peaceful before.. As you laid there, sprawled on the bed in your small, petite little cat form, your thoughts were cut off when a certain skeleton teleports back to his room, finding you on his bed.

At first, you both just stare at each other, not uttering a single word. Well this is awkward... You could hear Sans chuckle quietly, until sitting next to you. "Hey..so, ya stayed, huh?" It is true you didn't want to stay with him, and plan an escape.. but something inside you made you stay, and you have no idea what. "..." You could only stare back at him, your yellow eyes shining. "Well..guess you're staying with me now, catnips" this is gonna be an interesting year...

:HOW HE FOUND YOU:

Sans found you laying on the snow near Grillby's dumpsters. He didn't want to take you home with him, so he just left you a bit of Grillby's hamburgers.

This cycle repeated many times. Sans went to Grillby's, took home food and fed it to you. The reason Sans didn't want to take you home, is because he doesn't know how to take care of cats.. he's also lazy. (Mood)

This kept on repeating until Papyrus found out, and immediately wanted to take you home. Throughout the whole ordeal, Sans tried to talk Papyrus out of it, but Papyrus was having none of that. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST LEFT THIS POOR FELINE HERE!" Sighing, Sans knew he couldn't do anything at this point, so he just followed Papyrus, with you, home.

:BEFORE SHAPE SHIFTING:

A menace. You were such a menace everywhere you went. You have any idea how many things you already broke? And you were with the skeleton brothers for only a week! "Wait, I wouldn't do that, kitt-" bam. Another broken vase. Papyrus ain't gonna be happy..

It was normal for you to randomly go missing, finding something that catched your eyes and trotting towards it. Papyrus screamed bloody murder when you first went missing! And all the other times... "SANS!! WHERE'S THE CAT?! I'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE!" Sans only stayed quiet, thinking about Papyrus' question.. "SHE'S MISSING?!"

You never ate the cat food Sans bought, but what you did enjoyed, was Papyrus' spaghetti! Papyrus was overjoyed that someone enjoyed his cooking, even if it's an animal. Sans on the other hand, got soft when he saw you happily nimble on the spaghetti. Now he knows who to give his portion of the spaghetti to....

You really enjoyed Sans' bed, as you often laid on it. One day, this eventually led to him laying on the couch. You wouldn't let him sleep on his own bed! It was actually really ridiculous. He wanted to use his telekinesis on you, but figured he could hurt you..so he avoided that outcome and decided to just sleep on the couch. "*Sigh* so we're gonna do this again?" You only silently purred, closing your eyes. Sans sighed and teleported to the living room. "I'll get my bed back one day."

:AFTER SHAPE SHIFTING:

You and Sans got really close over the 3 months. You trusted him enough to actually show him your true form. The humane form.

You mewled at him to look at you. After awhile of Sans sleeping your nudging off, he stirred awake. Staring at your form, he chuckled. "What is it Catnips?" you jumped on the couch, laying next to him. Safe to say, you were nervous. How can you not be?! You bit the bullet and just shape shifted in front of him. He stared at you with wide eyes. "Hi....Sans? Um.. name's Y/n, and I'm a shape shifter!" Another silence ensued, getting you nervous. "Going to Grillby's...see ya...I guess?" He scurried off, being at loss of words. You sighed and closed your eyes..oh boy...

Poor Sans was so confused 😭 he literally had no words. I mean, his pet cat just turned out to be a human! To be honest, he said he's going to Grillby's just so he can be left alone with his thoughts..

Sans eventually got over the shock and treated you normally. Sometimes throwing little jokes here and there, but that's all, really.

You were close before, as an owner and a pet, but now... you're closer than ever! Sans doesn't treat you like his pet anymore, but more like a friend. Which was nice, you were getting tired of the 'pet treatment'.

You still use your pet form to get your way. Basically a bribery. It's very effective though. (Sans couldn't resist)

:AFTER FRISK'S ARRIVAL:

Sans was so clingy towards you. it was basically weird if you two weren't seen together. (Alphys has found her new favorite ship)

Sans and you were walking together in silence, feet crunching on the cold snow. It was comfortable, but you two were cooking up a plan. Sans nodded at you, a secret sign for you to transform into your cat form. Deviously smiling, you did as told and sat on his shoulder.

"Human. . . Don't you know how to greet a new pall?" The small human child seemed frightened, which made you wheeze a little. "Turn around and shake my hand.." the human stood still, but decided to trust the voice and do as told, shaking his hand...a sound of fart was heard as you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the human's dumbfounded face.

The human yelped when they saw you transform to your human form, laughing your ass off and getting off Sans' shoulder. Sans couldn't help but smile endearingly at you, finding joy at hearing you laugh thanks to him.

"Heh, guess I really tickled your funny bone kitty, huh?" Snorting, you looked at the child before you, who was just staring at you with opened mouth. "Hey kid, I'm Y/n!" Sans also looked straight at the child and introduced himself.

After awhile, the kid, now known as Frisk, made it to Sans' puzzle. You snorted when Papyrus found out Sans' puzzle was only a quiz. Sans was always looking at you, to see your reaction, and was always really happy to see you laughing and smiling. The thought of you being happy around him made him feel extremely warm...almost like his soul shook within him.

After the puzzle, Frisk came up to you and Sans, pointing at you two. Frisk asked if you two were a couple! This question made yours and Sans' cheeks light up. "What?! I- huh?!" You had no words as Sans only awkwardly chuckled. "Uhm... where'd you get that idea, kid?" You nodded along to Sans' question. Frisk only smiled in response, saying that you two looked really adorable together. This was too much for you, you transformed to your small cat form and sat on Sans' shoulder. Sans seemed to get the memo. "Why don't you go solve another part of my brother's puzzles, kid? We'll see ya later." You both left the smirking child. How embarrassing...

-GENOCIDE- (WARNING: ANGSTY)

After the first genocide started, Sans had barely gotten a wink of sleep. Anytime he would close his eye sockets, he would see your and his brother's form on the ground, slowly dying by the hands of that child.. he partly solved this by snucking you into his room, and holding you close to him, letting him hear your heartbeat. He found comfort in knowing you're still alive and breathing..

As for you, you weren't aware of the reset, or why Sans was acting different than before. You two were walking through Snowdin, laughing together just yesterday! What happened? You would always ask him this question every time a reset happens, he always responded with 'I had a nightmare.' but nowadays, he only responds with; 'I don't know..' He didn't found a point in telling you anyways, seeing you were also affected by the resets.

He actually told you in one of the many resets, feeling the frustration pent up inside him. Safe to say, you were shocked to hear all this information from him. Does this mean I've been experiencing the same day for 7 years? You asked him, but all you got was silence, confirming your question.

After the internal shock, you looked at him with sadness. "How many times...?" Sans looked at you with confusion at this question. "Huh? Y/n-" you cut him off, demanding an answer. "How many times have you watched all of our friends die by the hands of that monster...?" He stayed quiet, pupils disappearing. Tears ran down your cheeks, as you went towards him, laying your hands on his shoulders. "How many time did you had to suffer..?" The air felt suffocating, Sans looked at you with sadness washing over him. "Too many times..." Your breath hitched in your throat, looking him deep in his eye sockets. "Sans... I'm sorry..." It was as if time had stopped at that time. Sans felt more confused than ever. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you in your time of need.. I'm such a terrible friend..." You quietly weeped, your hands shaking while holding his shoulders, looking down.

Sans felt terrible now..he didn't want this..he didn't want to make you feel this way.. he didn't utter a single word as he wrapped his arms around you. "It's ok Y/n...you didn't know. It was not your fault.." you let out a shaky laugh, hugging him back.

After awhile of you two comforting each other. You felt rage wash over you, thinking about this puny human that thinks they can just hurt your friends. Determination took over you, looking at Sans. "Sans, let's team up against this human.." he thought about your request, until shaking his head. "No." Widening your eyes, you looked at him again. "What?! Why not..?" He darted his gaze away from you momentarily, until looking at you again. "I just can't...I don't want to drag you into this." You wanted to retort back until a loud sound made its way to your ears, feeling shocked.

You looked down to see a red slash across your chest, making you chuckle weakly. "H-Heh...guess I was too late, huh?" Your feet couldn't hold you up for too long as you crashed on the snow, Sans gasping and rushed towards your laying form. He held you close to his chest, with widened eyes. "N-no...no..no, no, no, no, NO, NO! Not again! I-I can't lose you AGAIN." You could only chuckle weakly and hold out your arm, hand resting on his face. "S-Sans... I love-" dust. Only dust was left from your form, as Sans sat there crying. The human only smiled maniacally, and left.

Sans never felt so much rage. He wanted to make the human suffer. Suffer just as much as he did these past 7 years. Safe to say, the fight between the two was so much brutal than ever.

After this reset, Sans never told you again, fearing for the same outcome. Guess he just has to lie to you forever..though one thing still bothers him to this day...

What were you about to say while dying in his arms that day?

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Yo yo yo! This took a sad turn. I planned this to be all cutesy, and it ended up really depressing 💀

Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed! I actually had a blast writing this!

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KILLING ME — DANTE TORRES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: idk just looking at how pretty Dante’s eyes are always reminds me of spring. I’m still annoyed with the direction they took him in a few episodes ago and that comes into play here for reader :) this is a contrast to my previous spring piece on Dante but it’s nice to switch things up no? Also happy first day of spring ⭐️🌾!!!

WARNINGS: Language + angst ofc!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 10.  “Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck.”

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

The house is too quiet for your liking, which is why you usually have your attention on something else to fill up the white noise. You’re just getting off FaceTime since your parents (who were a few hours behind in time difference) started busting out into some soul train moves—you were just relieved neither of them pulled a hamstring—when there’s pounding at your door.

Sighing, you place your night time skincare routine down on the counter and exit the bathroom upstairs and down the steps across the hall, which lead downstairs to the main floor. As you made your way through the home towards the front door, you’re not entirely sure who could be outside at this time of the night. You just got home from your good friend’s charcuterie board birthday party (which was actually in January but they decided to go live in Ireland with their situationship turned fiancé) and was not up for company.

Peeking out the window around the corner that shows the side view of the front stoop, you exhale at the side profile of the familiar face. Yanking the curtains back into place, you make your way over and unlock the door.

“Dante,” you state as he welcomes himself inside, “I didn’t get a text you were coming over.”

He blinks, which he does a lot when he’s tired or his mind is racing, “yeah, sorry about that. I just assumed you’d be up.”

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms, “I was just getting unready…you alright?”

Dante lifts his shoulders, “why wouldn’t I be?”

You stare at him and reply, “I don’t know…you hardly ever show up here without a text or call and I think I know you pretty well so…how was work? Something go down?”

Dante needs to keep his hands busy, so he’s pulling off his puffer coat and tossing it on the two-seat sofa against that side window you just peeked out of. He hates that you sense that something is up but he doesn’t want the focus to be on him, although he appreciates the sentiment deep down.

“Sorry,” he apologizes again while you sigh and wave your hands upwards, silently announcing that you were heading back upstairs, “…you just get in?”

You’re leading the way back up the first set of stairs and make your way over to the master bathroom. Dante leans in the doorway as you go about your business, headband keeping your hair out of your face, wristbands on to catch the water that always tends to race down your forearms, and just watches you as you take your time.

You were a little tipsy from your good friend’s sangria’s, you preferred white over red since the red tended to have you swaying a bit more but you pulled it together with lots of water despite your tongue still feeling tingly.

“Yes,” you say after awhile of washing your face that Dante wondered if you would ever say anything, “I went to that party Seán was throwing. Remember? I asked you weeks ago if you wanted to go but work came up.”

Dante dipped his head at the mention of your old college friend. Seán was a character and always spoke his mind, picking up on the vibe between you two before anything ever transpired. You and Dante were the typical high school friends that were always around each other while also getting into some mess and had your share of hard upbringings.

You were there through Juvi and after, (although he desperately tried to push you away once he joined that gang and he thought once you went off to college in Indiana, that it would be easier to no longer be friends. Ha!) which seemed like nothing could break your bond. At times it felt like that’s exactly what people wanted but these challenges held no weight against the storm of you two.

“Right, so how was it? Get into trouble?” He inquires, resting his head against the door frame.

You snorted as you glanced over at Dante, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Dante smirked, “fine then, spare me the details.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile as you return to your work, “…did you eat?”

Dante raises his brows with amusement in his voice, “do you honestly think I’m going to turn down any food if I did?”

“Fat ass,” you muttered, dodging the jab Dante sent at your hip, “I’m just saying if you plan on staying the night, I don’t want you reporting back to mom in the morning that I lack hospitality.”

Dante rolls his eyes as you start brushing your teeth, “Ma knows you won’t ever do me wrong…so I’m gonna raid that fridge while you finish up.”

Giving the thumbs up, Dante leaves you be as he heads back down stairs letting his thoughts hit him again. He’s not sure how long he’s had the fridge open, just staring in it until you’re sneaking underneath his arm to pull out the aluminum pan for him and hand it over.

Taking a seat at the opposite side of the island, you watch as Dante moves almost in autopilot, going through your cabinets for a plate, drawers for utensils, and into the microwave for a late night dinner. He slides the plate onto the island and leans his body against it, fork pushing around the little leftovers you made for the party, which was a hit so you knew something was up.

Tapping your fingertips against your cheek you press, “Tay…you’re killing me here. What’s up?”

His green eyes flick to yours briefly before they’re back down on the plate, “Nothing—

“I feel like you’re lying though, just to be honest.” Your eyes are in slits as you let the irony slip through your lips.

Dante snickers at this, “that’s funny.”

“Yeah well sure,” you answer, “but don’t try and deflect! We’re each other’s person and we’re supposed to be able to tell each other things and I don’t feel like you’re holding up your end.”

Dante frowns, “since when?”

“Since now,” your words are instant as you chase his eyes, “at exactly 11:18pm.”

Dante decides to finally put some food into his mouth and takes his time chewing. “…what if I say it’s work stuff?”

“Then okay.” You exhale, “Just tell me what you can if it’s bothering you so much.”

Dante is quiet, which isn’t unusual but it’s the way he’s quiet this time; to the point it’s so loud like your home often is. “I can’t tell you about the case but I can say it reminds me of past times…and it’s bringing out a side of me that I thought I buried.”

That statement alone makes it feel like the temperature inside of your home went cold just like the spring weather dropping outside. When Dante made the decision to get involved in the CPD, you weren’t exactly thrilled just like Mama Catalina but you supported the purpose Dante had. You were aware this career path resulted from his upbringing, you were right there to witness most of it (even being in the crossfire a few times) but you always knew there would be cases that could trigger old habits.

Perhaps they weren’t old habits after all.

“Most things can’t stay buried…they eventually come back to the surface based on situations you’re in, no?” You speak, which is exactly why you didn’t want Dante to work in that field, however he always saw it from a different perspective.

It was a power trip in a sense and you weren’t sure if this was the right way to go although you understood, which you voiced but the thing about Dante is he’ll always be persistent.

Dante stares at you, “guess I didn’t bury it enough but I can’t be ashamed of anything if it’ll get me somewhere.”

“Well where exactly are you trying to get?” You quiz, brows furrowed.

Dante is back to playing with his food, “I’m just trying to solve the case.”

“You expect me to believe that’s all this is?” It’s your turn to lean your elbows on the counter, “when I know it isn’t so, be real with me here.”

Dante runs a hand over his buzzed head overwhelmed, “I don’t know how or if I should even say this to you.”

“Why?” You’re confused and it’s when Dante blinks his stare back at you, you read him quite well, “oh…it’s a woman.”

“I—

You’re filling in the gaps, “And she reminds you of everything back home.”

Dante’s analyzing your face now but you don’t give anything away. He doesn’t have to say anything yet because you’re putting the pieces together pretty quickly. It was extraordinary work, really.

“You connect with her.” You breathe, “…What’s her story?”

He says your name in warning but you fan your hand about.

“I know it’s confidential but quick notes wouldn’t hurt.” You pry.

Dante knows there’s only two people in his life that he can trust and that’s his Ma and you. So in short, he gives you the quick run down of him meeting a woman while undercover who’s also involved in the drug dealing business with her abusive husband.

“And I crossed a line that I don’t think I can come back from.” He whispers to you as you nod.

You swallow as you casually say, “like what? Sleeping with her?”

When Dante doesn’t respond you cough out some laughter, “oh wow…I might actually be drunk because did you just confirm in that Dante way that you had sex with Mrs. Cartel?”

He wasn’t sure how you figured that out.

“…it just happened.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I didn’t just let myself fall on your dick a couple of times.” You rant, “and you and I? Don’t just let things happen.”

Dante widens his eyes at your bluntness and starts to figure that maybe he should have continued keeping this to himself. “I don’t know what you want me to say here. You wanted me to spill and I did.”

Gold star for Dante everyone!

“You’re right because I figured it was eating away at you the moment you walked through my door at ten o’clock at night but it was all because you were eating away at someone else.” The passive aggression was coming in a bit, you acknowledge that with a wince.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were feeling a way about it—as if that wasn’t obvious. Of course you and Dante had your intimate moments but it was him who didn’t want to continue because he felt like he couldn’t give you the love you deserve then. Which you strongly disagreed with but why fight for something that felt one-sided? Dante’s always had a rebellious streak but the intention was never to use or break your heart which is why he had to put an end to that aspect of your friendship.

These are just things you bury right? Most friends can’t come back from taking that step but if you don’t have a genuine friendship as the foundation of a relationship, how do you expect to get through anything?

“Why are you giving me shit right now?” Dante tightened his jaw, “why can’t you just be my friend and listen?!”

Scoffing you say, “you didn’t come here for me to listen and give advice because Dante Torres is always going to do whatever the hell he wants! you came here for comfort because you made that choice to slip back into the dark and I’m realizing hearing the bits you just told me, that I can’t give that to you. Not tonight.”

And it wasn’t in terms of anything sexual. When Dante stood on something, he wouldn’t change his mind. He knew he loved you but he also knew he wasn’t capable of giving more to you and the moment you wouldn’t accept that, he vowed that he wouldn’t take advantage of your heart any longer when you felt so strong about what you could be romantically.

You’re kicking yourself because you knew you should have been prepared for this. It was certainly a possibility that Dante could have met someone on the job but not like this! Seán pushed for you to go on dates and although you knew you had a lot to offer, it still stung sometimes. Most of those dates didn’t measure up, except for that older guy on the SWAT team (what was it with you falling for the law enforcement?!) who was divorced and also unsure about the dating scene that you didn’t mind laughing and texting with from time to time.

Dante didn’t approve and you noticed how his eyes tightened at the corners whenever you brought up the older man but you brushed that off as Dante simply being protective. How silly of you to think otherwise!

It also wasn’t your job to figure out Dante’s demons for him but you still loved him anyway.

“…Are you mad at me?”

“I’m D. For all the above!” You throw your hands up in the air, “I can’t believe—actually I can but you chose me to tell instead of Atwater or Ruzek?”

Dante shrugs his shoulders, “they’re not you…and I expected—I don’t know what I expected with you.”

“I’m not your mother, Tay. I’m not gonna hold you to my chest and tell you it’s all going to be okay when it probably won’t. Everything is unpredictable with that kind of danger! It sounds like you’re going down the wrong road with that one and I know you see that now so I can’t.” You step down from the barstool.

Dante is frowning now, hating how you were taking this screw up so personal. You shouldn’t be involved. He was good at holding everything in but not when it came to you. And Dante couldn’t even lie and say it was an ego thing either, he wasn’t like that, he respected you too much but Gloria had his head spinning.

He let her in and that can be his own downfall.

“What do you mean?” He moves with you.

You sigh, “it means that I’m not ready to listen to you get taken advantage of by someone that feels normal. Your Version of normal. I’m no therapist, just some nerdy chemist but it sounds like you’re trying to find an escape in her because it’ll help you to keep burying everything you won’t resolve.”

He’s shaking his head at you not wanting to believe any of that, “It’s just my job that I’m handling? and i get that I had a weak moment…I shouldn’t have told you and wouldn’t have told you if it has you acting like this. The last thing I want is you taking this to heart.” Dante grips your wrist, scanning your face which is not hiding anything now.

Your face burns and you use your other hand to massage the space in between your brows, “well sorry, Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck. I can play poker face for awhile but the truth is I’m not over you and to hear that it took a case for you to move on—

“Wait, hold on.” Dante’s eyes are a dark mossy green now , “You’re acting like I’m telling you that I’m running away with her to elope or something and that’s not it.”

“She’s married so,” the response is sarcastic as you’re ready to walk off but Dante pulls you back to grip both sides of your face so you meet his gaze, “it still meant something.”

He wasn’t so sure but he didn’t want to pick your brain further on that in fear that he’ll upset you more. Dante just knew it wasn’t love like you may have thought…it was just a case that he needed to solve and never planned to take it that far.

Dante sighs and wraps his arms over your shoulders, pulling you against his body, pressing the sides of your heads together, “I fucked up and didn’t think, once with her and twice with telling you, knowing our past which is most important to me. You don’t have to worry about any of it, I’m not going anywhere and won’t ever leave you behind.”

It is possible that both you and Dante maybe in too deep and killing each other slowly over time with these unresolved feelings. The push and pull that’s always lingering and the avoidance definitely holds some weight but both of you didn’t ever imagine giving this up.

That’s just not what this relationship required.

You muffled, “…are you staying?”

Now knowing or having a feeling of what Dante was dealing with, you didn’t feel comfortable letting him leave to ride the streets alone—although there was no doubt he can handle himself—you felt better if he stayed.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Well,” you sniffed as you pulled back, “you know where your room is if you decide to.”

Tonight Dante hates to watch you walk away from him so he softly calls out to you again as you halt on the back stairs, “Goodnight.”

He wants to tell you that he loves you at the end, which you’re already aware of but it hangs on his tongue unsaid. Dante knows it wouldn’t make you feel any better and wouldn’t erase your frustrations so, he’s content staying in the room not far from yours, keeping you company—even if it had to be at a distance for the night.

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #queued #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #benjamin levy aguilar #spring prompts

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House Pt. 1

A job, the skooma-head (or sugartooth around here) had said. But she'd have to come up with some cover by doing some favors for the Fighters' Guild and Mages' Guild. And collect some information from them, too...honestly, it was such a load of shit and the guy looked so crazy Sadara could only make quick excuses before rushing out the door.

A spymaster for the Blades? That guy was crazy, and obviously lying. And that package, who knew what was actually in it. Probably she was just made into some kind of drug mule, and she wasn't eager to get into THAT business, however profitable it might be. That business about the Emperor was obviously some kind of front.

Why the port at Seyda Neen had insisted on giving her those papers and what they meant - it wasn't going to be HER problem any longer. She'd find her own way just like she always had.

Emperor my ass, that was probably a smuggler taking a lofty title.

Guarshit. Absolute guarshit. She didn't feel the least bit bad about lifting a couple cigarettes from Caius's stash--not like he was using them anyway, not from how dusty they were and how blistered that spoon under his bed looked.

Jiub, she had to find Jiub. If that man was good at anything it was finding a way to land on his feet. Murder charges - what did that really matter, he'd been charged with murder before and gotten off every time.

Sadara found herself mainly hunting cliffracers for awhile, remembering Jiub saying now and then in a skooma-induced haze that he had a dream to eradicate them. Not that she would herself, but it was a profitable venture, even if it did result in a few new scars. Between Balmora and Ald'ruhn she'd trek, selling the plumes and anything else she might have found on the way there.

Not a glamorous living, but she'd see Jiub every now and then in Ald'ruhn and a friend she saw now and then was better than nothing. He was pursuing a similar course of action on a different track, though when she mentioned she'd like to have an actual job and not just live by freelancing, he promised to keep an ear out for something.

In this cycle did she live for several months before finding that, on a new visit to Ald'ruhn, Jiub wasn't where he'd usually be.

A letter waited for her instead.

Sadara,

Remember how you said you wanted a steady job that didn't involve freelancing? I've got something that might suit you. They just opened up a Waffle House in the Red Mountain region. Shithole neighborhood, but it's steady work and they'll take basically anyone, even if you've got priors. Lucky for me, huh?

Anyway, I told the manager I had someone in mind and they're willing to hold a job for you. Just show up, try not to be too drunk, and the job's yours. (I'll be honest, I'm looking for someone to split the rent on my new place with too, and it's not a good idea to live alone here anyway.)

P.S. I included some gold, buy me a pack of Balmora Lights before you head up here.

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There weren't that many houses and such on the outside of the Ghostfence...as if civilization just stopped at its border. The silt strider stop was covered in graffiti, and someone was asleep underneath the bench at the foot of the stairs.

"Has the tower fallen?" a male voice called out. He lifted his head. "The red tower! It burns!"

Oh, so not asleep just yet.

"Tower's fine, man, go back to sleep."

That seemed to satisfy the mer, and he went quiet again. Sadara headed on to the Ghostgate entrance itself, and after being warned about the blight winds for what had to be the millionth time so far since she arrived in Morrowind, she pulled her turtleneck up, tilted her hat down, and tried to keep her eyes on the directions on her phone screen.

It really is just like home.

Now she was on the road to it, though, she was at leisure to think about why the Empire would put a Waffle House in the Red Mountain region anyway. Sure there were other restaurants, but mainly hole-in-the-wall type places catering to the ebony miners and buoyant armigers. Local places. A Waffle House was an Imperial thing, and it seemed like this was the LAST place they'd want to have one. This wasn't exactly Hlaalu territory.

It was a Hlaalu kind of move, though, to put Imperial stuff where it wasn't--

The building appeared in her sight when she rounded a corner. The blight winds didn't ease up a bit, but it was hard to miss the glaring yellow of the sign overhead -

WAFFLE HOUSE

A lighthouse in the red fog of this absolute wasteland.

Sadara struggled forward, thinking only of getting out of the dusty wind, and--

--nearly fell on her ass.

Groaning, she looked down, noting a brief glitter among the red grit at her feet. She reached down and picked up...a ring? Pretty polished silver with a moon, a burned bronze star, and a small diamond (or a fake, it was hard to tell) set in the middle. It looked valuable and she couldn't figure why it would be out here. Maybe someone was stealing it and just happened to drop it here while on the rung?

It slipped so nicely onto the ring finger of her right hand, too.

She decided to consider it a gift from above, and headed on into the Waffle House before she wasted any more time out in the storm.

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Jiub was right. The manager, a thin elderly Dunmer woman, seemed fairly reasonable about her application.

"My name's Nibani Maesa, I'm the manager here. You didn't show up drunk or blasted out of your mind, that's already a point in your favor. Have you waited tables before?"

"Yeah, a few times. Once for a place in Bravil and then a couple different places in Leyawiin."

"Have you got priors?"

"A few bar fights." Sadara paused when the woman gave her a look. "Being drunk in public...possession."

"Can you handle yourself if you're attacked?"

"I lived on the Waterfront in the Imperial City for two years, I can handle anything with my fists."

That seemed to satisfy her and after a few questions more the woman gave a nod. "You've got the job. Whatever Jiub told you, though, we've got rules. Don't fuck in the freezer, don't sleep in the storage, and if you absolutely HAVE to smoke skooma, do it in the bathroom like a civilized mer. We clear?"

"Yeah, but...people fuck in the freezer?" Sadara's hands came up as she laughed.

"Don't ask. So long as..." Nibani's exasperated tone faded off rather suddenly, and her gaze was directed at Sadara's right hand. "That ring, where did you get it?"

"Huh? Oh, is it yours?" She held her right hand out. "I found it outside...looks nice, doesn't it?"

She started to take it off, but was surprised when Nibani stopped her.

"No, no, it's not mine, but you might want to be careful showing it off around here, especially if the buoyant armigers drop by."

The woman muttered something else under her breath, something Sadara was certain she wasn't intended to hear.

"Azura preserve me..."

"What about the corprus monsters everyone keeps saying are all over the place?"

"Oh no, the corprus monsters are easy by comparison. Lesson one - put something on the jukebox that's catchy with an easy repeating beat, and they'll forget what they were mad about."

"What about, uh...the smarter ones? I've heard there are..."

"Be polite and they're fine. And try to ignore the religious proselytizing they're doing, no matter how nice the pamphlets are or how much you might like the painting on the covers. Seems every year they get an artist to add another set of abs to the picture of their god on the front."

"They WHAT."

"Rule number two," Nibani lit up a cigarette, "Don't ask anyone that follows him about the devil of Dagoth. They'll keep you at their table half the night and do nothing but say how glorious you could be in his service and how we're all meant to serve a higher power. Some nonsense about dreams, that sort of thing. You understand."

"Suppose I accidentally get roped into the conversation?"

"Be polite...but noncommittal. And don't get your hands too close to their mouths - the ones that still have a mouth, anyway. They'll bite you and you'll catch corprus. We've got gloves for when we need to serve people that've got it."

"Why not just stop them coming in?"

"Because their gold spends just as well as anyone else's...and if they bring in one of their amulets, we take those too. They're symbols of that devil but they're valuable enough to pay your rent for a few months."

"So..." Sadara paused, a a little awkwardly. "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow," Nibani replied, "You're rooming with Jiub, right? How do you feel about the night shift? Would be safer for you to go back and forth in this neck of the woods if you've got someone to go with."

"Night shift's fine...and thanks. For thinking about my safety."

#one of the silliest things ive ever written #pure crack #fanfiction #morrowind #nerevarine #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #dunmer #dunmer oc #ashlander #waffle house #dagoth ur #blight #red mountain #Red Mountain Waffle House #jiub #saint jiub #vvardenfell #the elder scrolls

[aerodaltonimperial]

(remember how i said i keep wanting to improve my dialogue skills well i have not forgotten that haha so this is just some practice that i tinkered around with. it's just slop, so it's going here.)

"Hey."

"Hey. Uh, hold on, I'm... I'm gonna find somewhere to talk."

"You in medical?"

"Yeah. Uh—hey, Nick. I'm gonna go take this. No, no, I'll be fine."

"Maybe you shouldn't be walking around. I can call back—"

"No. It's good. I'm heading to a hallway. One of the quiet ones."

"Alright. If you're sure."

"Yeah, of course. ... uh, how are you?"

"That's what I was going to ask you. I saw the match. On TV, I mean, obviously. I'm sorry. I know you wanted to have another shot at MJF."

"Not in the cards, I guess."

"Are you okay?"

"Uh. Well, my spine might be drafting divorce papers as we speak, so. I guess we'll see."

"Suppose you can't send it to sleep on the couch, huh?"

"Not so much. But I'll live. Pretty sure, anyway. ...and you didn't answer my question."

"Oh. ...I'm fine. It's... really boring, honestly."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It's, uh. It's quiet."

"You don't like quiet."

"... no, I don't. But..."

"You'll be back soon."

"... will I? Because, like, honestly, social media has just exploded and—"

"Okay, get off social media. I'm serious, log off Twitter. Right now. You do not need this. That place is where common sense goes to die."

"I... fuck. Yeah, you're right. Okay. I'll just... not look at it for awhile."

"Yeah, like, the next five years."

"Right."

"... look, with everything, it's been... I just never had a chance to see if you were okay after that match. With, y'know, losing the belt and everything."

"Ah. Yeah. Uh, it's fine."

"That's the kind of shit answer you give when it's not fine, Jack."

"Well, obviously it's not fine, but it is what it is, right? This is just... how it works."

"You'll come back, and you'll go for another one."

"Sure. Like the TNT, huh?"

"Maybe you could get this turtleneck fucker off my back."

"... they don't... uh, they don't happen to know we're talking or anything, do they? I mean, I'm not trying to say it would matter, and obviously, it's all bullshit, but—"

"They don't know we're talking."

"Oh. Okay."

"Actually... actually no one knows we're talking."

"... oh. Right. Because I'm the wo—"

"No. No. I know what you're going to—fuck. That's not what I—no. Jesus. I know you're going to take that the wrong way, and it's not how it is. I just... god, I just... I want something for myself, y'know? Something that's just mine right now."

"... Darby."

"Okay, I know that sounds... really fucked up, but I don't—"

"It doesn't."

"... it doesn't what?"

"It doesn't sound fucked up. It, uh... it sounds... Um. ...you want me to yourself?"

"... yeah. Um, yeah?"

"... really?"

"Well, I guess I just said all that out loud, so... oh boy. Yeah."

"I... uh, I feel like maybe we should talk about this? But not, like, when you're standing in the hallway half a second away from the polos figuring out where you've slipped off to."

"Heh. No kidding. Uh, yeah. I'll, um... I'll call you? Later? Once I'm back in my room. Unless you've something else to—"

"I don't."

"Okay. Well. You can... y'know, or you could put on those green panties you used to wear all over the place here and FaceTime me."

"I honestly cannot tell if you're joking right now."

"... not sure if I am or not, really."

"You're full of surprises, you know that?"

"Is that good or bad?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and figure that out when I FaceTime you."

"God, you're a dick."

"Hm, heard that before."

"Shit, medical's here. They found me. Alright, I gotta go get my spine snapped back into place. Again."

"Try not to die."

"Okay, I'll... talk to you later."

"Yeah. ...I'll talk to you later."

#tag so you don't lose this shit #was this successful? #i suppose you will be the judge of that haha #but it was good practice at the very least #so we'll go with that

[thatseventiesbitch]

Hi I really love your writing for That 70’s show and also That 90’s show! If it would be possible could you do one where Hyde visits Eric and Donna in the 90s? I don’t buy that he would never talk to any of them ever again, at least not the Formans and Donna. They were his family 🥹

Thank you so much anon! 💗 I share those thoughts about Hyde. I like to imagine that he finally made it to New York and is finding success and (hopefully) happiness there. It was harder to stay connected to the people we love before cell phones and social media, but I think Hyde would always stay in touch with The Formans in his own ways. You'll see my take on it below - this was actually my first time writing Hyde in the '90s!

If you have a writing request, you can send it to me here.

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"Hey." Donna knocked twice on the open door and then poked her head in their home office. Eric was hunched over his desk, grading some papers in the final, fading hours of a quiet Tuesday night. "Hyde just called. He's about fifteen minutes away."

"What?" Eric sat up straight in his chair, startled. He leafed a hand through his hair with a hasty sigh. "Why does he always do this?"

Donna didn't answer him, she just shrugged.

Hyde lived in New York now, and his visits back to the Midwest were sporadic and often unannounced, just like this. But once or twice per year he'd blow through Chicago, usually calling them from a gas station a few minutes before he'd arrive. He didn't come for holidays and he didn't like you to make a fuss over him. He never stayed the night, or even long enough for a meal. He'd spent so little time at their house that Eric marveled that he even remembered their address - but he did. Because he never missed a birthday, there was always a card or a call. Even for Leia. His goddaughter. They'd only met a handful of times, but Hyde seemed to remember every detail Eric had ever told him about her - about her grades in school, her pet bunny's name, that she'd started Brownies this year, when she'd broken her arm.

In return, Eric and Donna knew shockingly little about Hyde's life.

He still worked with W.B., running Grooves. The business was successful - extremely successful. Multimillion dollar level successful. But Hyde never liked to talk about it.

"Pshh," he'd swat the questions away. "Work. Boring."

He didn't like to answer questions about his personal life, either. Who he was dating, what kinds of fun things he got up to in New York, about the different places he traveled for work.

"You don't want to hear about that stuff," he'd insist, swatting at their questions like flies. Pushing them away. Keeping them out.

"We do," they'd try to tell him. "We care about you. Tell us about your life."

But he'd give them that same easy-going smile he always had. "Nothing to tell, man."

He pulled into the driveway tonight in a small, taupe coupe. Eric stood at the front porch watching for him, and he grinned immediately as his old friend stepped from the vehicle and ambled up the front walk, clutching his belt buckle. His hair was cut shorter (to hide some pattern balding) and his face showed some signs of age too, but his gait and his energy was the same he'd had as a teenager.

Eric jerked his chin at the car. "That must be a rental, huh?" The car wasn't at all Hyde's style.

"I asked for a Pick-up and they hand me the keys to this fuckin' thing," Hyde shook his head, bemused, as he reached Eric. The two men didn't hesitate - they embraced in a hug for a long moment before pulling back, clapping each other on their shoulders.

"Wow Hyde. New look for you?"

Donna had joined them on the porch, and she pointed to the coupe teasingly. Hyde shook his head, and they hugged, too.

"Temporary digs, man. I'm on a layover. Gotta get back to O'Hare in like," he glanced at his wristwatch. "Forty minutes."

"Uh, then you should leave now," Eric joked.

Donna grabbed Hyde's arm, though. "No! Hyde, my god. When's the last time we saw you?"

"It's been awhile," he agreed, smoothing a hand over the hair on his chin.

They moved inside the house, and Hyde glanced around. It was small, modest compared to the luxury apartment he must've lived in, but if he was unimpressed with the space he gave no indication. Instead he smiled faintly at the photos on the front wall - of Red and Kitty with Leia, Eric and Donna on vacation last year, and one of the whole extended family at the Forman's house for Christmas. He paused in front of one of the gang - it was an old photo, from high school. That night they'd all gone to that stupid disco. Hyde stared at it for a long moment and looked like he might say something, but instead he cleared his throat.

Eric and Donna were both looking at him intently. He glanced around them.

"Where's the kid?"

"She's asleep." Donna nodded towards the stairs, indicating one of the upstairs bedrooms. "It's almost ten o 'clock on a school night."

"Right." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "How about the john?"

"Down the hall," Eric pointed it out. Hyde nodded gratefully, and slipped off to use the bathroom. When he returned to the kitchen a few moments later, only Eric was there.

"You want a beer?" Eric offered him, unsurely. Hyde shook his head, no. "Pop? Water?" No again. "Okay." He nodded to the kitchen table. "You want to sit?"

"I only have a few minutes," Hyde said, but he pulled out one of the chairs and so Eric did the same.

"I know," he assured him. "I'm - I'm glad you came."

Hyde gave a half-shrug in acknowledgement. "So. How are things?"

Eric shrugged too. "They're... good. Fine. The same." He lifted his eyebrows. "You know - my mom pretty much covers it all in her Christmas Card letter, so..."

"Yeah," Hyde smiled, studying his hands. "I love reading that every year."

"Very thorough."

"Yeah."

Eric cleared his throat. "Have you talked to her and Red lately?"

Hyde moved his head from side-to-side. "From time to time."

Eric gave him a meaningful look. "You know man, she'd love it if you did that a little more often."

Hyde scoffed. "Give me a break, Forman." He lifted his eyebrows at his old friend. "How often do you talk to your parents? Huh?"

Eric paused, considering the question. "From... time to time," he admitted sheepishly.

"That's what I thought."

"Okay," Eric grinned down at the table. "So we could both call Mom more. Got it..." He glanced up at Hyde, who was also smiling. "But, hey. You could come visit more. For real, not for," he gestured around them, "Whatever this is."

"This is a layover," Hyde supplied snarkily.

"To where?"

"Flying to London. Business."

Eric gaped at him. "Okay, that is so cool."

Hyde shook his head. "Whatever - "

"No. You know where I'm going tomorrow?"

"It's whatever, Forman - "

"To a high school, where I'll teach math at a bunch of ninth graders who don't want to learn it all day. And then I'll sit in traffic for forty-five minutes in my piece-of-crap car to get home to this middle class monstrosity," he gestured around them at the gaudy floral wallpaper and their outdated kitchen appliances. He blinked at Hyde again, awed. "Waking up in London - every day being different - God. Your life sounds so cool."

Hyde slid his chair back abruptly, and he stood up.

"Really not that cool, man."

Eric swallowed. "Sorry. I just - I meant - "

"It's fine, man," Hyde assured him, his cool, suave persona back just as quickly as it had disappeared. "I know what you meant." His easy-going smile was back now. "And I just mean that I hope you know what a great thing you have going here." He tipped his chin down sincerely. "You have it made, Forman. You know that, right?"

"I know that," Eric assured him. He was studying his oldest friend thoughtfully. "Hey man, do you ever think about, you know. Settling down?"

Hyde wore a bemused expression. "Ain't built for that, Forman," he finally answered him, gruffly, but his voice held some affection too.

"Says who?" Eric asked, softly.

"Lots of people." He cleared his throat, and picked up his jacket, turning his body slightly away. He was shutting this subject down, just like he always did when Eric started to get too close. Not physically. Emotionally.

"Come on," Eric insisted, following him towards the front door. "When you get home from your trip - from London. Who's waiting for you at home. Huh?"

"No one. And get this, man: that's the way I like it."

Eric frowned. "It must get pretty lonely," he said softly.

"Loneliness," Hyde held up one hand. "Or freedom?" He held up the other, and moved them up and down like they were scales he was balancing. "It's a fine line." They stood out on the front porch again, the soft sounds of the sleepy city street surrounding them.

"Okay," Eric said finally, but his expression must've said something else because Hyde sighed.

"Don't worry about me, Forman."

"I won't."

"I mean it. I'm fine."

"I'm not worried."

But Hyde still looked at him skeptically. "I can see it in your puppy dog eyes. Don't get all after-school-special on me, Forman. I'm not one of your lost kids," he warned.

Eric put his hands up defensively. "I'm just wondering when we're gonna see you again. That's all."

Hyde scratched his beard. "Not sure," he admitted.

"You gonna be in London awhile?"

He gave a noncommittal shrug.

"But you'll be back, right?" Eric's voice tightened with anxiety, and Hyde chuckled at his transparency.

"I'll be back," he promised, doing a poor imitation of Schwarzenegger's Terminator. Eric visibly relaxed, and the two men shared a brief glance before they embraced again. "I'll always be back," Hyde added, softer.

#thanks for the ask! #fanfic #my fanfic #fanfic writer #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That 90s Show #That '90s Show #Steven Hyde #Hyde #first attempt at Hyde in the 90s! #Eric and Donna #Eric x Donna #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Eric and Hyde friendship #Kitty Forman #ask #answered #anon

[another-dr-another]

white rose, i hate the smell of lavender -iris

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - Zzz…

Maeda - Zzznnz…

//Maeda is in the bath.

Maeda - …Nzzz…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Znz- !

//Maeda flails, splashing water out of the bath as he splashes.

Maeda, awake - !?!?

Maeda - …

Maeda - Aaah…

Maeda - Mmm… what…

//Maeda sits up, and rubs at his eyes, trying to process what’s going on.

Maeda - …Did I seriously fall asleep in the bath?

Maeda - God damn…

Maeda - The water’s still warm, it couldn’t have been that long…

Maeda - I think warmth is supposed to help you fall asleep, it’s just… not something I’d expect of myself.

Maeda - Ah- actually, it makes sense for me to be more tired than usual.

Maeda - Between hanging out with everyone for hours, and then being up for awhile after the announcement, which I’m not used to.

Maeda - Mmm…

//Maeda relaxes, settling back down into the bath.

Maeda - …

Monokuma - Good Morning Studen-

Maeda - JESUS-

//Maeda shoots up, splashing water out of the bath… again.

Monokuma - -Currently: Eight A.M.

Maeda, terrified - …

Maeda - …Fucking hell…

Maeda - I think I get Hatano now. That was…

Maeda - Jeeeesus…

Maeda - …Guess I should go ahead and get out now…

//Maeda stands, and begins to dry himself off while the bathwater drains.

Maeda - I don’t think I’ll be waking up before the morning announcement again, but it was nice to try taking an early morning bath.

Maeda - …Oh, I forgot to throw the empty bottle out…

//…The lavender soap sits on the sinks counter, now empty, entirely used-up. 

Maeda - We get more of the food we use- I wonder if I could get more of this?

Maeda - Though, I don’t think I’ll be running out of soaps anytime soon…

Maeda - It’s been awhile since I checked, but I’m pretty sure there’s a ton underneath the sink.

//Maeda throws the empty bottle into the trash, and, now dry, leaves the bathroom. The bottle of white-rose soap sits on the edge of Maeda’s bathtub, completely forgotten… and slightly used-up.

Maeda - Oh, I need to do laundry again soon…

Maeda - I’ll do it after breakfast, if I remember.

//Maeda begins to get dressed.

Maeda - …The motives are a bit funny, in retrospect.

Maeda - Like, us being stuck here isn’t enough for anyone to kill, and no shit it isn’t enough- we’re living in practical luxury.

Maeda - For zero yen a month, you too can have access to a free food, a large room, a whole mess of things in the store, and tons of amenities-

Maeda - …

Maeda - Actually, I wonder why we have to be stuck here-

Maeda - I mean, really, the mastermind gets us to do things by threat of death, that isn’t impossible to do without holding us hostage.

Maeda - I wonder if that’ll help us work things out…

Maeda - Anyways… all things considered, the past… twelve hours? 

Maeda - Yeah, twelve hours, give or take- have been really nice.

Maeda - It was… honestly really fun to hang out with everyone. 

Maeda - Last night, I think I was a bit too tired to really process it, but… I’m in a better mood than I’ve been in in a long while, and it’s probably because of last night.

Maeda - ...And it seems people don’t wait long after the motives to make their move, but it’s been awhile since Monokuma told us about the last motive, and nothing’s happened…

//Maeda has finished getting dressed.

Maeda - Knock on wood, but we might’ve got the hang of this- we’re finally handling the situation we’re in, instead of freaking out and giving into what the mastermind wants.

//There’s a knock at Maeda’s door.

Maeda - …Speaking of knocking-

//Maeda opens his door.

Tsurugi - Hiya, Maeda!

Maeda - Good morning, Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - I’m glad to see you didn’t get eaten by any monsters~...

Maeda - …Huh?

Maeda - Oh! Right, yeah.

Maeda - I managed to fend them off. Told them to go get Monokuma instead.

Tsurugi - Good job! You’ve saved us all, Maeda!

Tsurugi - Coming to breakfast today?

Maeda - Mhm-

//Maeda turns his head, scanning his room.

Maeda - Just need to find my E-handbook…

//He turns back around-

Maeda - !

//Just in time to watch Tsurugi’s eyes flicker away, before looking back at Maeda.

Maeda - …Then- then I’ll go to breakfast…

Tsurugi - Ahhh, sounds good!

Maeda - …

Tsurugi - …

Maeda - …?

Tsurugi, reluctant - …Slept well, huh?

Maeda - Mhm… 

Maeda - Spill, how could you tell?

Tsurugi - …When you turned, I could see that some of your hair is wet-

Tsurugi - If you had showered, all your hair would be wet, but the tips means you took a bath- assuming you didn’t just decide to let the back of your head have a little drink.

Tsurugi - A bath takes awhile, at the least to draw, so you’ve been up for some time, but you’re clearly in a really good mood.

Tsurugi - So, no nightmares- you slept well, now you’re refreshed, and ready for the day.

Maeda - …

//Maeda raises a hand to the back of his neck- sure enough, some of his hair is wet to the touch.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - You can’t really tell, Maeda. You tilted your neck when you looked for your handbook, which showed your neck, and I saw water on it.

Tsurugi - That led me to realize that your hair was wet, and then I looked with that in mind, and confirmed it.

Tsurugi - No one else is gonna notice.

Maeda - …Thanks…

Tsurugi - Yeah, no worries…

Tsurugi - I’m going to go wake everyone else up now, okay?

Tsurugi - See you at breakfast!

Maeda - See you then!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Where’s my handbook…

//Maeda looks around his room.

Maeda - I have to have had it with me last night, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get into my room…

Maeda - Oh! There it is.

//Maeda grabs his E-handbook.

Maeda - …

//He walks to the bathroom, shooting for the mirror- and begins craning his neck, trying to find a way to look at the back of his head.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Yeah, it’s fine… it’s whatever! It’s totally fine.

Maeda - I’d better get going.

{Go to Breakfast}

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3

[queen-rainy-love]

This is a Black Pearl and sea fairy sister au. This takes place after capt caviar and candy diver escaped Black Pearl so they’ve started to go back to the republic and while on their way they saw a beautiful figure on a rock whose dress and hair is made of water and she saw the submarine with cookies in it she was surprised to see some cookies would venture off these dangerous parts of the sea so she ask who they are and what on earth they are doing here so Capt Caviar give it to her straight, he tells her about the crazy stuff just happened awhile back about a giant psychopathic mer-cookie who tried to kill them she listens to him with wide eyes, sea fairy haven’t seen her sister for awhile (plus she doesn’t even know she would be capable of killing others) so she asked where is she and take her to black Pearl, at first, Capt caviar was hesitant to go back because black pearl is going to try to kill them again but then agrees because now he has a relative of black Pearl that could calm her down and even perhaps keep them safe.

Okay. I will write this request but Anon, please remember to read the pinned post for the Ask Box rules.

*The scene is set near the Duskgloom Sea. The submarine floated above the water. Captain Caviar and Candy Diver were still reeling from their encounter with Black Pearl.*

Captain Caviar: I have never met a Cookie with such a temper like hers. Maybe one but she's the more silent angry one. *Candy Diver made some clicks as they point at a picture of Oyster. Captain Caviar blushed a bit* Huh!? Her?! I...um...well...

*Before he could figure out an answer, the submarine's alarms went off. Both Cookies ran toward the window and saw that the submarine was heading toward some rocks. Captain Caviar slammed the brakes and just barely hit one of the rocks. Candy Diver made more clicking as they point at the rocks.*

Captain Caviar: Huh? Whatcha pointing at? *looks at the rocks closely. Sitting on the rocks was a beautiful Cookie with hair and clothes that looked like it was made of water. She had a sorrowful look on her face and was on the verge of tears. She looked...familiar.* What is she doing out here? We need to get her back to land. Come on pal.

*The duo rushed up to the hatch. Once they were out, the Cookie was still sitting on the rocks, rubbing her eyes.*

Captain Caviar: Hey!!! Are ya okay?! Do ya need a ride?!

*The Cookie jumped from Captain Caviar's yelling and jumped into the water. Captain Caviar was shocked. He didn't think he would scare this Cookie but he also didn't think she would jump in the water like she did.*

Captain Caviar: We might need to-*all of sudden, the water around them started getting rough.* What in tarnation?!

*Before either one could say anything, the same Cookie appeared again, using the water to make a platform. She was now eye to eye with Captain Caviar and Candy Diver. Up close, Captain Caviar noticed that this Cookie had actual hair and clothes made of water.*

???: I'm sorry about that. You spook me a bit.

Captain Caviar: Sorry about that. I thought ya were stuck out here. Didn't know that ya lived in the water.

???: It's alright. I only came here recently. I haven't seen this place in so long. *Candy Diver made some clicks and gestures to the water.* I'm sorry. I don't think I understand.

Captain Caviar: They asked what ya name is. I'm Captain Caviar Cookie and this is Candy Diver Cookie.

???: Oh! I'm Sea Fairy Cookie. I'm the guardian of the sea. What were you two doing so close to the Duskgloom Sea?

Captain Caviar: We were just leaving. We nearly got crumbled by that crazy siren. She nearly destroyed our submarine while we were escaping.

Sea Fairy: Siren? There shouldn't be a siren in the Duskgloom Sea.

Captain Caviar: There was one. She looked like a mer-cookie, all black with curly white hair. Nearly stabbed us with her trident.

Sea Fairy: *shocked* What? That sounds like my older sister. But she would never harm anyone.

Captain Caviar: Ya sister?! That was ya sister?!

Sea Fairy: *leans forward* Can you please take me to her? Maybe I can calm her!

Captain Caviar: Take ya to her? We barely made it out of there and she swore to crumble us if we came back to the Duskgloom Sea.

Sea Fairy: Please...please take me there. I haven't seen my sister in so long. Please.

*Captain Caviar hesitated, unsure of what to do. Candy Diver gave a few clicks and pointed in the direction of the Duskgloom Sea.*

Captain Caviar: Are you sure? We might not make it out again. *Candy Diver made a few more clicks. Captain Caviar sighed a bit.* Okay then. We'll take ya to her but we will not go past the borders. I don't think she was kidding about her threat.

Sea Fairy: Thank you very much.

*Captain Caviar and Candy Diver jumped back into the submarine and started guiding her back to the Duskgloom Sea. Sea Fairy swam behind them, nervous about meeting her older sister again. Once they reached the border, Captain Caviar and Candy Diver popped out of the submarine.*

Captain Caviar: There ya go. The Duskgloom Sea. This is as far as we can go.

Sea Fairy: Thank you, Captain. Can I please have you wait for me? I promise to protect both of you if she tried to attack you.

Captain Caviar: Very well. We'll stay right- *just as he was about to finish his sentence, the sea started turning. Captain Caviar and Candy Diver held onto the hatch while Sea Fairy tries to keep the sea calm.* She's here!

Black Pearl: *pops out of the water* You must be foolish to return to my domain!! I will gladly-*finally notices Sea Fairy and freeze.* S-Sea Fairy?

Sea Fairy: Big sister...what happened to you?

Should I make a part 2?

#cookie run kingdom #sea fairy cookie #duskgloom sea #black pearl cookie #captain caviar cookie #candy diver cookie

[handelplayssims]

We rise! We shine! We take a Citrus Soak to get a focused moodlet for Meredith as we go into a work-from-home day! It’ll be time to file court documents, aka stay at the computer for awhile, and research current case, going to the library. Let us get to work then, and start out with those court documents!

...both laundry hampers are looking real full. Should probably also do the laundry today as well. After heading off to the library to research the court case. Ohp! Markus is up and he is hungry. Let’s just set some grapes along the floor for him to eat. The things you do for gameplay conveniences. ...I also had him yell at Meredith to simulate that “Moom, I’m hungry!” thing. The thing I circumnavigated but ah well! Annnnd communication level 4 for Markus. Huh. Anyway, let’s gather up some books and toys and head on over to the library!

Annnnd Meredith is hungry and I didn’t even notice. Well there is a grill outside at least. We could have food there, after we research! We research, Markus actually plays with his blocks and gets some good thinking progress and have a burger dinner! To home we go again! Because normally, I do Meredith’s whim but I think we got a lot of laundry piled up. Gotta stay ontop of that laundry!

We did get a call from those new neighbors asking us to come over. If we must. But while she would, we got laundry! And also I wanted to have Meredith teach Markus about Please and Thank You. Because she would raise a well-mannered kid! Also since the temperature is super hot, I figured it’d be fine for Meredith to have an actual clothesline to dry things off with. I’m taking out all these lovely gardening furnishings and just adding in bits and bobs. Ah well!

Oh I should actually mention! This house is called Pour Ellie, and it’s created by cedergrave! It’s a real nice home so I figure it’d slot right in as Meredith’s single solitary life...which isn’t so solitary now! Though I did a thing and gave it to her without actually accounting for the money she would have. Not something I would normally do but hey, Meredith has sway in this small town community. And I like her and want good things for her! And now, for a few brief moments, Meredith has time for herself. And she wants to make a friend! So let’s invite over Simeon. She finds out he’s Gloomy. Well. Snob and Gloomy. What a combo. After some light-chit-chat, we head to bed, though she does find out that Simeon is a Geek after talking about chess with him! And so Simeon gets the pleasure of just wandering around the home doing whatever he pleases while everyone else is asleep. What fun! He finally goes home and all we’ll be left with is-

Neighborhood Watch!

Rachid Mounib in the Mounib household has died. Rachid heard a dad joke and laughed a little too hard.

Ernesto Rebuschatis in the Rebuschatis household has died. Ernesto fell for a cowplant’s cake bait. He could not have his cake and eat it too.

Again, light day so let’s continue on! Meredith arose early due to the need to go overpowering sleep. As it does. With this time, I’m able to make french toast for both herself and her son! And in the small time before work, we can put in another load of laundry. Now here is the question. Will Markus be able to reach the French Toast made for him before Meredith goes off to work? The answer is…nope! Not with wanting to go and sit over on a chair in the living room! Only a few bites before he got sent off to daycare. And now, once more, he needs a bath, a light munch and sleep. Alas, poor Markus. At least he gains skills at daycare. We take care of Markus’s needs and then Meredith’s. And by the time those are done, it’s already bedtime. Except we’re staying up because laundry never ends. Allows us time to raise her fun need at least. And then we can just set them up on the clothesline overnight. So then we sleep! And it’s time once more for!

Neighborhood Watch!

Forgotten Hollow: The Okada household recently moved out.

Newcrest: The Ferhat household recently moved out.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #meredith roswell #markus roswell #was in a xenoblade and splatoon kick so long break from sims but now I return! #...yeah meredith's life is just going to be a lot like this

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

#triple s hell yeah! #maybe part 2 w iwa #written with love - ar #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna scenarios #suna imagines #suna angst #suna fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa scenarios #sakusa imagines #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #semi x reader #semi eita #semi scenarios #semi imagine #semi angst #semi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!

[kokon0is]

this dude name shinichiro sano keeps on following you around, telling you he likes you and if you want to go out on a date with him.

you declined, he’s not your type anyways he looks plain and weak you thought.

well, you’re too early to judge because what’s this you found out about him? mf is a gang leader of the top gang in japan right now, not just a leader but he’s also the founder.

“y/n!!! hey wait up! Hey!” the man with the lame hairstyle chases—appearing again out of nowhere “what. the. fuck. do. you. want. sano?” you said slowly facing him but to your surprise you saw him with alot of bruises, nose bleeding and uniform almost missing all of its buttons “the hell happen to you? Shin!?!!” thank god you were just close to him to catch his weak body, finally giving in— he’s still in conscious tho mumbling that a gang folded him and he’s just by himself.

you’re quick to tell him to just shut up and that you dont need an explanation because it’s literally obvious that he got beaten up.

you piggy back him, tho he’s taller and its hard for you to move forward because of his heavy body fully relaxed on your back, while he’s giving you directions to where he lives— not complaining anymore because you just really wanna take him home and treat his wounds.

“t-there…..thats my house” his weak arms pointed at the house just a few feet away, you take all of your energy to just walk there and enter the gate.

welcomed by a little boy with a blonde hair “brother!! what happened?!?” he exclaimed as he runs towards to the dude behind you “hey kid, you can worry later tell me where to put him down” you said almost taking a knee because you’ve been carrying him for awhile and your legs almost giving in. he lead you to shinichiro’s separated lounge.

you quickly put him down on his bed, and sit on the floor for awhile, breathing heavy “fuck…..i left my bag on that street…” you mumbled, face palming yourself “kid, you got first aid kit?” u looked up to his probably a brother because they kinda have the same eyes too “i have a name, my name is mikey” the kid sass “well im sorry mikey i didn’t know, now get me the first aid” you rolled your eyes playfully, he just do what he told

you sat shinichiro up, leaning him on his head board, and putting his bangs aside though its quite chunky because of the gel he’s been using to slick his hair back— you clean his wounds and patch it up while he just sleeps he’s really knocked out.

“sano you’re really weak” you chuckled as if he’s listening

you took a minute to admire his sleeping face, and realized that he’s not that actually bad……his hairstyle it is that made him look like a dork

“i know you wanna kiss me” the man surprises you, he suddenly spoke— “just kidding”he chuckled. “thanks y/n….for treating my wounds and taking me home” his voice hoarse and it honestly to attractive.

“yea whatever….. i gotta go, i left my bag on the street i need to go back and grab it” you got up and fixed your skirt and suddenly felt him get up too “hey what are you doing? stay down” you grab him by his shoulder and forced him down— “i dont care y/n, its dark outside you cant be going alone, night time is mostly gang hours its not safe” sitting on his bed looking up at you— you want to protest and just let him rest but at the same time the thought of being jumped by men is fucking scary “plus you might get jumped like me you know— dont want that to happen, i got a motorcycle anyways so lets ride okay? will that work?”

you ended up on his bike, hands around his waist and his helmet on your head— him saying that you need the helmet more than him. both of you go back to that street and grab your bag, thank god its still there.

then he drop you off your place— you got off the bike slightly struggling to take off the helmet, he chuckled at your annoyed face “c’mere let me help you” as he tug u by the strap of the helmet and effortlessly took it off “thanks” you said and he just nod with a smile on his face— you turned your back to him with a smile and head to your door.

“hey y/n, one last thing” he spoke, you swift your attention to him giving a little hum— “i’ll ask you once again, can i take you on a date? you know…..as a thanks too because thats a lot of work back there” he reasoned—

“my, my shinichiro you really wont give up huh?” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly— you looked at him and he’s still wearing his smile on his sore bruised face, patiently waiting for your sweet answer

“yea of course, ill go out with you shin!” you responded— music to shinichiro ears, to be honest he just wanted to scream and squeal but he’ll save it for later— “right— right then see you tomorrow at 5pm??” he managed to say, you nod already twisting your door knob “see you tomorrow, fix your hair by the way” you waved before going in— he nod and giggle about it then you shut the door.

leaning on it— eyes closing and giving in a wide smile

“he’s…….he’s not that bad at all” you mumbled— hiding your face on your palm, unaware of your burning cheeks

because for awhile you forgot about his weaknesses, his occupation, that lame ass hairstyle too— that overall didn’t matter at all.

because tomorrow you’ll be waking up knowing that you actually just fall for shinichiro and you’re going on a date with him after school.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro smut #shinichiro fluff #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev #dead x ppl

[poppy-metal]

so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.

Bully!eren x reader

Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.

Word count: 2.3k

The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing. 

You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate” 

You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?” 

He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.

“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study” 

“Study?”

Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy” 

Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”  

Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.  

You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!” 

You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?” 

“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it” 

You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before. 

Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here. 

The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea. 

You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you. 

You gape, “What…” 

“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?” 

He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library” 

He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.” 

Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine” 

You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course. 

Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…

You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him. 

“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this. 

Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips. 

When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby” 

You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you. 

Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.” 

One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything” 

And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him. 

“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck. 

“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd” 

#eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #bully!eren #aot smut

[beann-e]

inspiration from the tiktok audio “ I don’t love you i’m just passing the time “

This was never about you. Honestly you were surprised it took you so long to notice.

No that was a lie you weren’t surprised because it was his fault he never told you flat out that he wasn’t expecting much from you. It’s not that he wasn’t interested he just — he didn’t know what to do. Of course he thought you were beautiful and that’s what scared him but at the same time gave him the energy to talk to you.

His personality was known for leading him to talk to beautiful people.

He was sure he’d never date you because, his heart belonged to kiyoko .

No one could ever top her or at least that’s what he thought until you came along. Here you were in all your beauty putting anyone else to shame that dared to stand next to you.

You were perfect for him and after a couple months you were all his. He adored you even after highschool when you two finally decided to move in together.

he told you every day how much he loved you. His love even trickling down to his actions when he would ask you to do couple things appearing out of no where with a request

‘ y/n how about black hair dye huh ? wanna try something new together i’ll color my hair too ! ‘

you instantly agreeing to every ask all of them ranging from

‘ hey y/n , have you always been able to see? are you sure because you were squinting just awhile ago we can get you glasses I mean I don’t care about price if it’s for you —no no I think we should—let’s do black square rims ? i think they would fit your pretty face ‘

to

‘ babe when you do your makeup this time try some face designs their so cool I see them all the time on my instagram here — can I try ‘ him smiling before sitting next to you and guiding the eyeliner out of your reluctant hand a tight smile drawn across your face

Him smiling when you turned to the mirror to see a small black dot next to your lips. ‘ you look so pretty with it ‘

You hadn’t noticed until the volleyball reunion when you sat in a circle with all the old members and tsukishimas mouth spilling out his harsh words unbothered by your reaction “ why the hell do we have two kiyokos now? “

his glasses moving down on his nose as he spoke again “ y/n i’m sure we only need one I personally prefer the original she looks more “ his head tilted as his eyes ran over your new look “ natural“

“ yeah I was actually wondering that but I didn’t wanna bring it up first I um y/n are you trying to look like kiyoko or “

your small cough coming out and drawing all the attention back to you as you felt the same woman turn to face you her own eyes now seeing what the others were talking about “ of — of course not I — “

“ eh what the fuck “ your boyfriends voice coming out loudly as he now sat pissed off with the group “ are you pricks trying to say I couldn’t get over kiyoko or some shit “

“ what what no tanaka-san we “ sugawaras voice coming out to try to let the tension fizzle out

“ no because I’m feeling like there’s something being unsaid here“ he grunted “ if anyone has anything else to say badly about my s/o then they should just fuck off “

“ tanaka “ you screamed

“ no i’m tired of people thinking I can’t get shimizu out of my head I can —I can and I will “

“ y-you will ? “

“ I mean I have “ his eyes locked with yours as he spoke low “ I have “

The room grew quiet as he stood the chair he sat in being pushed back as he walked off you standing up too offering a small smile to everyone in the circle “ sorry if you’ll excuse me “

“ your good—I think he needs you a little bit more than we do right now“ daichis voice came out a bit more concerned than he wanted it too

Your figure being seen getting smaller and smaller as you ran after your boyfriend to the kitchen grabbing his arm loosely “ babe I “

“ let go y/n “

“ but I — tanaka what’s up why are you acting like this “

“ I said let the fuck go y/n “ his voice boomed as he yanked his arm from you your body moving back a little due to the strength he’d pulled it back with “ i’m going to go get a drink I can’t handle those assholes alone “

“ your — you’re not alone tanaka i’m with you ill handle them with you “

A smile slowly spreading across your face when he stopped moving only to turn over his shoulder biting his lip as he stood thinking to himself his hand pointing to the kitchen “ for some reason that only makes me need a drink even more “

You nodded softly as he rolled his eyes at you “ you do understand correct ? “

“ yeah yeah no of course “ you smiled tightly as he walked off and you walked back to the crowded living room trying to contain your tears that wanted to spill so badly usually when he acted like this he’d drink himself to sleep.

You sat down on the floor letting yourself join the huddle as everyone spoke you getting lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t often that this happened but when it did it never went the way you would want it to. He would always get distant instead of becoming clingy like you would rather. He’d become meaner with his words instead of thinking of you before speaking like he usually would.

“ prick only ever thinking of himself —a stupid child“ you whispered out thinking of your boyfriend and his future actions that you could already predict

“ yeah shoyos gotta be— the asshole requested it “ kageyama whispered to you as you turned to see hinata sitting across from you waving to you when he met your gaze making you speak softly with a smile “ sweet “

“ hey y/n wanna play dare or dare with us ? “

you shook your head laughing a bit “ what are we teenagers again“ you laughed a bit louder “ but no i’ll — i’ll pass “

“ aw come on your the only other chick here besides kiyoko “

“ no no no you guys go ahead i’ll just watch “

everyone sighed as they began the game you hearing loud steps pound through the house as your boyfriends loud voice cut through the laughter “ what you pricks started without me “

“ yeah uh just join tanaka- san “

“ fuck yeah “ he wobbled over to sit next to daichi not locking eyes with you only smiling at everyone around the table taking a long swig of the liquor bottle he’d sat on the table in his adventure over.

The air that was once tense seemed to calm down as everyone started drinking and suggesting dares. You smiling as you looked at everyone this had to be the best night of your life finally getting to see all your friends again after kageayma and hinata traveled non stop and everyone else never had the time to have a party.

You patted yourself on the back seeing everyone having such a good night.

“ ok ok last dare “ nishinoya burped out as he shakily raised his hand already drunk off his ass his words sluring as he spoke “ I dare tanaka—san to “ he took another gulp from the bottle only to push it aside and open the new one that laid dormant between the two of you “ to kiss the prettiest person in the room “

Everyones eyes widening as they all broke out into a laughing fit “ fucking nishinoyas so stupid “

“ this asshole just wasted a dare on an obvious answer “

hinata rubbing the said males back as his head finally dropped to the table cheek hitting the brown table as he laughed “ ha yeah sure ‘m stupid —real stupid “

he smiled drunkenly laughing at the tables comments “ haha its obviously not that obvious “

Your heart dropped smile only following as you looked from nishinoyas eyes to the scene playing in front of you. Your boyfriends lips locked on another pair that weren’t your own. His hands coming up to the back of her head to push her closer to him as he hungrily pressed his lips onto hers

Her eyes wide as his were closed almost like he was enjoying this “ what “ you whispered out as a rough hand came in contact with tanakas shoulder grabbing it and pulling him back

“ what the fuck you asshole “ tsukishimas voice was threatening as he stared down on the male genuinely confused “ what the hell do you think your doing “

“ hey blondy is that anyway to speak to someone older than you“ he scoffed “ mind your manners child “

“ mind— mind your manners? “ your voice was short and quiet as your eyes darted around the room eyes blinking back the surprise they held as everyone turned to face you only making this deepening pit in your stomach grow.

“ why— tanaka— san why would you do that “

“ what — whatd I do this time suga huh — first it was having a crush on kiyoko everyone was screaming how I wouldn’t get her ha “ he scoffed “ fucking assholes were right so here I am with a fucking backup “

He shook his head as he leaned it back to stare up at the ceiling “ shitty arts and crafts project of building her because I couldn’t have the original — fucking sad “

your heart broke “ sitting here pretending kissing y/n is the same as kissing kiyoko — hell I didn’t even wanna kiss y/n right now i wanted to kiss kiy— “

“ shitty asshole you just did “ tsukishimas voice raised his eyes holding the anger you couldn’t even hold for yourself “ you just did right in front of your s/o “

“ well with them looking the same how the fuck was I suppose to tell “ he laughed “ that’s what you said earlier right ? so what’s so wrong with me enforcing it ? “ he scoffed “ everyone already believed it right so why the fuck does it matter they look the same, act the same , talk the fucking same so in the end I kissed y/n right— ha “

your body hurt just like your heart and your brain was spinning “ why would you — why would you date me tanaka if you didn’t want me “

“ did it look like I was gonna get kiyoko anytime soon — your a ditz — the whole time i’m doing this to get over her and you just became her “

you sat silently blinking back the tears that you held throat holding a sob that wanted to make its way out “ get the fuck out “

“ excuse m—”

“ GET THE FUCK OUT “ you screamed your tears disappearing and turning into anger “ get out get out get out “ you screamed hands reaching out to punch him over the table as you repeated the phrase

“ ok— ok stop stop “

“ no no no get the fuck out I paid for this I paid I paid “ you screaming like a child throwing a tantrum in a supermarket him only moving to stand and walk to the bedroom drunkenly to grab his clothes “ just let me grab my stuff i’ll be out of your hair for the night “

you raged as he made his way into your once shared bedroom forgetting the living room full of people as you ran after him to rip the clothes out of his hand that he held. All the items you’d bought with your hard earned money. The shoes you’d spent over 50$ on for his birthday in his hand along with the limited edition shirt you’d bought for him after he begged for it screaming that was his favorite player.

The items that you’d stayed up four hours for the night of just to buy it for him with your paycheck that week. Your thoughts only making you more upset when you thought back to everything you’d done for the male and the stuff he’d done for y—

he’d done absolutely nothing for you in this whole relationship and this only pissed you off more at the thought

Your heart broke again when you noticed you were already screaming at him again “ get the hell out “

“ i’m going fuck y/n “

“ go faster asshole “

“ what so no clothes ? “ he laughed “ come on that’s pretty harsh —baby it’s cold out give me a jacket or something at least until morning when I come back home “

“ morning “ you scoffed “ you’ll need a jacket for awhile tanaka because your not coming back in my house so freeze your ass off out there or go with your high school crush and her husband “

His once smiling face turning into an angry one as he stepped closer to you the alcohol spilling from his breath and onto your face as he stared down at you “ the fuck are you bringing that up for “

“ your the one who went around kissing a married woman “ you were gonna rub this all in his face. You couldn’t wait until kiyokos husband beat up the drunken deadbeat in front of you.

“I thought it was you “

“ yeah sure after you gave me a makeover to look like her i’m sure you did tanaka “

“ so fucking ungrateful “

“ oh now i’m ungrateful “

“ yeah you are “ his voice got louder as he pointed between you and him “ I made you into the woman I love — the perfect woman you should be on your knees thanking me right now “

“ aw should I “ you sighed “ god what’s wrong with me “

“ exactly now give me my stuff back i’m going to bed this is fucking with my head ’m drunk and I wanna bask in it for a minute — maybe forget you just tried to kick me out so I don’t get on your ass in the morning “

“ yeah of course babe you need your rest “ you nodded as he walked towards your door to pick up where you’d thrown his clothes only for you run and jump on his back arms wrapping around his neck your legs wrapping around his torso “ i’m gonna kill you— you asshole “

“ what the fuck “

“ then i’m gonna lock your body in my fucking freezer or even have daichi fake an arrest you prick— you’ve made my life a living hell — and now you wanna sleep— in my house “

You weren’t sure how he ended up leaving all you knew is that your heart seriously broke when you finally locked the door and rested your forehead against it. Tears spilling from your eyes for the first time that night. You’d gone crazy you had to have because just a few hours ago you almost choked the male to death after jumping on his back like a pro wrestler you were really going crazy

Your body relaxed as you felt a warmth make it’s way over to you only for it to tense when a familiar hand caressed your back and tried to lift your upper body up and away from the floor you’d fell onto sometime that night “ come on y/n —at least let me help you to the couch “ a sigh made it’s way through the house “ I promise you can wallow in your shitty tear soaked shirt after I make sure your comfortable and not hurting “

a cough quickly followed “ physically that is — this shits gotta hurt emotionally “

Your words coming out in a slurred whine like a child “ but it’s dirty — it needs to be cleaned “

“ would I tell you to go sit down if it wasn’t “ he spit back as he finally got you to fall into his chest after leading you over to the couch turning off the hallway light and leaving the lamp next to the couch on.

Him sighing out and shifting uncomfortably as you cried into his shirt causing him to need to distract himself from the crying woman in his arms. How the hell did he end up the nice one in this situation

Why did he push everyone out the house? He could’ve left hell he could’ve copied nishinoya and stolen the leftover four liquor bottles you had laid out on the table before everything happened

he wasn’t a comforting person so why would he shoo everyone else that could’ve helped you away?

he scoffed as he tried to fiddle with his sleeves only to take off his glasses and clean them over and over again

“ how many times are you gonna clean them “ you sniffled into his chest

“ until you finish acting like a baby — I feel like I have a kid ? Like i’m a parent I mean what do parents do” his hand softly came down on your head to pet your hair softly unsure why to do in this situation “ I uh— do you want warm milk ? chocolate or strawberry or is it my baby’s bedtime ? “

“ shut up tsuki “ he laughed as he felt you snuggle up closer to him “ so why are you — of all people —the only one that stayed everyone else must think i’m crazy or something “

“ eh I mean they already thought you were we were making bets before we walked in here on what you’d changed this time to look like kiyoko “

you slapping his arm softly before laughing “ god do I really look like her “

His once stoic face grew sad as his eyes ran over your facial features his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down on you “ yeah — yeah you really do — that crazy asshole “ he shook his head hand reaching out to touch your hair again feeling how burned it was from constantly flat ironing it and curling it like tanaka wanted “ god what did he do to you “

“ build a y/n “ you laughed as he stood up his own words following quickly after yours “ come on “

“ what “ you said as you stared at his open outstretched hand “ what’s going on “

“ let’s go “ you shook your head no “ look do you wanna change back or no “

You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding slowly and taking his hand to travel with him to the bathroom. Him speaking to you softly only loud enough for you to try and figure out some of the words you couldn’t.

“ for some reason I miss old y/n — and I guess I wouldn’t mind seeing em’ again preferably across the table from me in a booth at 2:30 saturday with strawberry cake in front us? “

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Pick Up The Pieces

Opie Wintson x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Opie being gutted when he finds out Lyla doesn't want more kids, cheats on her with his best friend who actually turns up preggo. I feel like it could be a angst, smut, fluff combo. Idk thank you!

Warnings: language, angst, cheating, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, pregnancy, (this really really has it all my friends)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: While it is usually against my moral code to inflict pain on my lumberjack husband, I got pretty into this. I hope this is what you had in mind! xo

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You heard the knock at the door and you instantly became confused. It was late on a Friday night and your place wasn’t exactly known for being a party spot. Case in point, you were bundled up in a fluffy bathrobe with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine while watching He’s Just Not That Into You for the millionth time. You tightened the belt of your robe as you stood up and made your way to the door.

Looking through the peephole, you see Opie standing on the other side of your door. It was too dark to get a good look at his expression, but if he was showing up by himself on a Friday night you had to assume that he wasn’t in the best of shape.

Unlocking the door, you opened it and greeted him with a soft smile, “Hey, Ope.”

He didn’t even have it in him to muster a smile, “Hey. Sorry to just show up like this.”

You shook your head as you gestured for him to come inside, “No need to apologize. My door is always open for you,” you shut and locked it once he came inside, “What’s going on?”

Opie towered over everyone, yourself included, but he looked so small as he stood in the middle of your living room. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, and you could see the defeated look on his face. You stepped in and hugged him, pressing yourself tight against his chest. His arms looped tight around you and rested the side of his head against yours. You felt his chest rise and fall slowly as he took one deep breath after another, trying to keep it together.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you stayed leaning against him, “Did something happen?”

There were a million different things that it could be. The club had been a mess lately, you knew that things with him and Lyla had been rocky, and then there was the hot mess express that was his family. There were a lot of different things to choose from, you just wondered what had him in such a hurt place.

“Shit with Lyla,” he mumbled against your hair.

You sighed quietly, disappointed but not surprised. You had no problem with Lyla—she seemed like a sweet woman. She was a good friend to the club and she was good with her kid and Opie’s. But you always had the feeling that Opie was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole with her. He wanted things to work but he also wanted her to change, which wasn’t fair to either of them.

“What happened?”

“She doesn’t want kids. Never bothered to fuckin’ mention it,” he shook his head, “Lied about being on birth control.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise. Usually, women who hooked up with the guys lied about being on birth control meaning they said they were on it when they weren’t, not the other way around. But it really shouldn’t have surprised Opie, especially given Lyla’s line of work.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. You told me from the jump that it wasn’t going to work.”

You pulled back from him, “That’s not what I said. I said it was going to take some work.”

His laugh was hollow, “Right.”

You let your arms drop back to your sides, “Take your boots off, stay awhile. I’m only like twenty minutes into my movie if you wanna join me.”

He looked at the screen and instantly knew what you were watching, which he hated admitting, “You never get tired of this one, huh?���

You shook your head, “Nope,” you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a second wine glass, “I don’t have any beer. Wine alright?”

He chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take whatever you got.”

You walked back over to the couch and sat down next to him, handing over the glass as you did. He picked the bottle up off the coffee table and poured himself a generous glass, immediately taking a long drink out of it. You were so used to seeing Opie with either a beer bottle or a shot glass in his hand that it was a bit of an amusing switch-up to see him sipping on Moscato.

“You wanna talk about it?” you’d been friends with Opie long enough to know that sometimes he just needed to brood about things for a bit before having a discussion about them. You still always offered the option, though.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Wanna watch Justin Long get his world turned upside down with me?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Sure.”

You leaned onto his side as you pulled your feet up underneath you. It had been a while since the two of you had gotten to spend some quality one-on-one time with each other. You wished that it hadn’t been brought on by him being so upset, but nonetheless you were glad that he still considered you someone that he could lean on.

“Thank you,” he said after a few minutes of silence, draping his arm around your shoulders.

You nodded, “Of course. Listen, I have movie night here with myself every Friday night. You’re always invited.”

He chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You felt him press you tighter against his side, “I really am sorry, Opie.”

He sighed, “It is what it is. Just gotta…pick up the pieces I guess.”

You turned and looked up at him, and despite the fact that he sounded calm and collected, you could see it in his eyes how hurt he was. He’d always been a family man. In your eyes, he was a family man who got put in the wrong life, but there was nothing to do about that now. He was being forced to juggle it and figure it all out. Learning was tough.

“You’ll figure it out,” you nodded as you reassuringly rested your hand on his chest, “You always do.”

Behind the tears and underneath the sadness, you could see something else in his eyes. You ignored it, not wanting to make a bad situation worse. You pulled away, clearing your throat as you poured yourself another glass of wine. You offered the bottle to him, and he gladly accepted it and refilled his glass.

You found yourself curled comfortably against his side again, pretending not to notice that his hand had slid down to rest dangerously low on your hip. You could feel the slight pressure of his fingertips through the fluff of your robe. You fought to stay focused on the movie but it was difficult when you could feel him staring down at you.

“Something you wanna talk about?” you finally asked.

Despite the look in his eyes, he shook his head, “No.”

“You sure?”

You saw his eyes dart down and look at your lips, and instantly the heat began to rise in your face. You knew that he was just lost and hurting, and that you were just full of liquid confidence, but part of you was telling you that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. If there was anyone you could maintain a friendship with after a hookup, it was Opie, right?

“You’re beautiful.”

You chuckled, trying to pretend that you were less flustered than you really were, “And you’re full of wine.”

He reached out and cupped your chin when you went to turn away, forcing you to look at him, “I mean it,” his hand slid up so that it was resting on your cheek.

You placed your hand over his, “This isn’t what you need right now, Ope,” it killed you to say it but you knew that it was true.

“Please,” it was the most broken you’d heard his voice sound in a while.

That, and the look in his eyes, wiped away what little self-control you had left. You gave him a slight nod and he instantly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You’d imagined kissing Opie a thousand times, even if you didn’t want to admit it, but it never went quite like this. It was desperate, like he was trying to fill a void, and you let him try. His hands cupped either side of your face and you reveled in the feeling of the roughness of his hands against the soft skin of your cheeks.

His hands dropped, gripping onto your hips and maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. You kept your lips pressed to his as you tore the beanie off his head, letting his hair fall down to his shoulders. You raked your fingers through it as you bit down lightly on his bottom lip, causing him to wrap his arms tighter around you.

He pulled his lips off of yours, letting them slide down to your neck. You tilted your head back to give him better access, a soft moan escaping your lips as he began to untie the belt of your robe. He pushed it down off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He drank in the sight of you in nothing but your bra and underwear, hands exploring all of the newly exposed skin that he had access to.

You lifted the bottom hem of his shirt, tossing it off to the side. You gawked at his tattoos, the muscles that flexed throughout his chest and shoulders. You’d seen him without a shirt on countless times, but being able to look and being able to touch were two completely different things. You lightly traced your fingers along the tattoos that covered his skin, but your admiration time was cut short as he pulled you into another needy kiss, reminding you what this was all really about.

His tongue ran along your bottom lip as he pulled your panties to the side, tracing one finger along your folds. You shuddered and moaned into his mouth at the contact, wordlessly begging him for more contact. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slid his finger into you, moaning at how wet you already were.

You bit down hard on his bottom lip as he slid another finger in to join the first. You hungrily moved against his hand, desperate for any and all contact. His other hand rested on the back of your neck, making sure that your lips stayed attached to his. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as his grip on you tightened slightly.

You pulled away, hands instantly going to the buckle of his belt. As soon as it was undone Opie lifted his hips off the couch just enough to push his jeans and boxers down below his knees, letting them pool by his ankles on the floor. He gripped back onto your hips and pulled you closer, situating you so that you were right over him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his as he pushed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Not wasting any time, you began to move your body against his. It was messy, desperate, but the two of you didn’t need anything more than that. His nails dug into your back as you mindlessly tugged at his hair. He swallowed your moans as his nails raked down your back, your hands roughly cupping his face as he did.

How years had gone by without you two ending up in this position until now was beyond you. But as your hips moved against his you knew that you’d dug yourself into a very deep hole that you didn’t know if you would be able to get yourself out of. You didn’t want to go back to how things were before this, regardless of how you ended up getting here in the first place.

Your anxieties were drowned out by the sound of Opie moaning your name, fingertips digging hard into your hips. You cursed under your breath as he bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin there.

“Fuck, Opie,” you gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”

He let out a low growl as he gripped harder onto you, hands sliding down do your ass and speeding up your movements. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the sound of his name filling the house as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled beneath you as you blindly grabbed onto his shoulders to support you.

His voice was raspy as he tried and failed to get out at least one coherent sentence, “Fuck, I’m gonna, where…”

“Fuck it,” you pressed your lips hard against his for a moment, “I’m on the pill. Doesn’t matter.”

Moments later you felt him pull you as close as possible as he finished inside you, moaning and biting down hard on your shoulder as he did. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, fighting to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms tight around your middle. You leaned your head against his and lightly carded your fingers through his hair. His chest rose and fell against yours and you soaked up the contact, knowing in the back of your mind that you weren’t going to have it for long.

He stayed the night with you, and it was more of the same. You knew he was just trying not to think about the heartbreak, and you were in no position to turn him away. It was going to make it worse in the morning, but you didn’t care. He wrapped you up and held you against his chest, breathing heavy as he tangled his legs up with yours and slowly started drifting off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, which shouldn’t have been as surprising or as hurtful as it was. With a heavy sigh you pulled on an old t-shirt and made your way out to the kitchen. You saw a note on the counter next to an already-made pot of coffee. You would be able to recognize Opie’s scratchy handwriting from a mile away.

“Sorry for crashing in and leaving. Thank you for everything. Love you. -Opie”

With a sigh you tacked the note up on the fridge. You knew you should’ve just crumpled it and thrown it out, but you couldn’t. Not yet. With a heavy sigh you went to shower off the events of the previous night in an attempt to get your mind right.

You walked into the clubhouse that night, and the weekly party was already well underway. Everyone was drinking and laughing, and it was a welcome distraction. You couldn’t pretend, though, that you weren’t constantly looking for Opie.

“What brings you here, darlin’?” Jax asked with a smile as he found a spot next to you at the bar.

You leaned into his hug with a smile, “I heard parties can be a good distraction.”

He nodded, smirking when he spotted the dark marks on your neck. He tapped them with the tip of his finger, “Looks like you’ve got a handle on that just fine.”

You laughed, face instantly getting hot, “Something like that.”

“That what you need a distraction from?”

You nodded, not caring to elaborate further, “Opie here tonight?”

Jax looked around the clubhouse as he nodded, “Yea. Got here with Lyla a few minutes ago.”

“What?”

Jax returned his gaze to you, not used to hearing such a bite to your tone, “Um. Yea. You alright?”

You nodded despite the fact that you weren’t anywhere near alright. Your heart felt like it had dropped into your stomach, “I’m fine. I just, I need to step out for some air. You see Opie tell him to come find me?”

Jax nodded but didn’t say anything else as you got off your stool and all but ran for the door. You sat down at the picnic table, running your hands down your face as you fought back the tears. You had assumed that he had ended things with Lyla and that’s how he ended up at your place, but of course not. He was never good at being alone, he wouldn’t put himself in that position if he could help it.

A few minutes later you saw someone take a seat next to you out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t need to look in order to know who it was.

“You didn’t fucking break up with her?” you weren’t expecting to sound so choked up.

“Y/N, I just—”

“Just cheated on your girlfriend with me? And didn’t bother to mention that to me?” you shook your head, “And then I fucking showed up here tonight and…” your bottom lip quivered, “Fuck, Opie.”

“I know.”

“Do you?!” you snapped, “Lyla didn’t deserve that! And I sure as hell didn’t either,” you stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the table, “Y’know what, fuck this. I, I can’t be here.”

He stood up to walk after you, “Y/N, don’t. Come on.”

You were already digging your keys out of your purse, “Don’t give me that. I can’t…I can’t look at you or be around you right now. Figure your shit out, Opie.”

That was the last thing you said to him. It’d been a little over a month since then, and you hadn’t spoken to him or been back to the clubhouse since. You were currently hugging the toilet bowl as you threw up what little was left in your stomach from dinner the night before. On top of the actual nausea, you had an uneasy feeling that you knew exactly what was causing it.

Once you rinsed out your mouth and brushed your teeth, you grabbed the pregnancy tests out of the bag from the pharmacy. It was a long shot but they did always say that even the pill wasn’t 100% effective. Just your luck, you would be in the 1% that could still get pregnant on the pill.

You set the test on the sink counter and set the timer on your phone, your entire body shaking in anticipation as you waited. You didn’t know what you wanted the result to be, really. You’d always wanted kids at some point down the road, with the right person. This just felt so sudden, with so many blank spaces.

The timer went off and with a deep breath, you looked at the test. Clear as day, the little screen said pregnant. For a moment you felt like you were going to throw up all over again. But you managed to keep your composure and take another test just to be sure, and you were rewarded with the same answer. You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what you were going to do.

You took out your phone and texted Opie, “Come over ASAP. We gotta talk”

After a month and a half of not speaking, that was probably an alarming text for him to get. It was effective, though, because within the hour you heard the sound of his motorcycle outside. He let himself in, finding you sitting at the kitchen counter with your head in your hands.

“Got your text. What’s going on?”

Before you got into it, you wanted some answers on a few things first, “How’s Lyla?”

He sighed, thinking that you had called him over just to continue berating him, “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t talked to her in weeks,” he paused, “Broke it off the week after that party.”

You nodded, “Right. Good. You tell her what happened with us?”

He shook his head, “No point. Didn’t want to drag you into all that shit if you weren’t even coming around anymore,” he waited for you to meet his eyes, “What’s this about?”

You sighed, waving for him to come closer. He walked into your kitchen, leaning on the opposite side of the counter from you. Your leg bounced nervously as you tried to put the words together, “I, um, fuck,” you took a deep breath and forced yourself to make eye contact with him, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes went wide, “What?”

You nodded, “I’m pregnant. Missed my period a couple weeks ago. Took two tests today to be sure.”

“Is it…” he didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know what he was asking.

You nodded, “Yea. Yours.”

“But I thought you were on the pill?”

Your laugh was hollow as tears appeared in your eyes, “I was. Called my doctor about it and everything. It happens. Not common but it happens,” you shook your head, “I’m not saying you need to be involved or that we need to be together or whatever. I just, I couldn’t not tell you.”

There was a long stretch of silence as he processed what you had just told him. He drummed his fingers on the countertop, “Do you want me to be involved? You want,” he gestured back and forth between the two of you, “this? Us?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Ope. I never said anything because you’ve always been in love with someone else. Which was, fine. It was what it was. But when you came over here that night? I almost had a fucking heart attack. And then when I found out that you hadn’t even left Lyla I was fucking…gutted. I felt so dirty and…and used.”

“Y/N, it wasn’t—”

You held your hand up to stop him, “Don’t lie. Not to me, alright? You were a mess and I shouldn’t have let it happen. But I did. That was just as much on me as it was on you. I just never thought that you would do that to Lyla. Or to me.”

“I came here that night because I trust you, because I love you,” he said, his eyes glued to the counter, “You’ve always been…safe. And I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have used you for that. That was fucked up. And I’m sorry. But,” he walked around to the other side of the counter, “if you want to do this, I’m here. For you, for the baby. I’m here.”

“I can’t just pretend…”

He nodded, “I know. And I don’t want you to. I know that I’ve got work to do,” he reached and thumbed the tears off your cheeks, “But that’s work I’m more than willing to do if you’ll let me. I love you.”

You let the words sink in for a moment as you shut your eyes and rested your hand on top of his, “I love you too.”

“And I’m sorry.”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, “I know.”

“But I think we could do this. I really do. If that’s what you want.”

You paused, finally giving a slow nod, “I do. But I just…I need some time to get right with all this.”

He pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of your head, “I got all the time in the world for you two.”

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[saudade-mayari]

Your last Kakashi and Yamato hcs make me think of something really bad 👀

Could you write something like Kakashi and reader are almost dating but no one knows about it yet, but when she meets Yamato he starts to flirt with her and that’s drives Kakashi crazy to the to point he’s like “fuck it” and just do something stupid and impulsive

We’re Together

Kakashi x fem! Reader

warnings: 18+ content in the last part, lime, teasing, foul words

a/n: I dunno why but I got so inspired on writing this while listening to Bad Girl by Usher 😝 it’s been awhile since I’ve updated a nsfw content omg.

“Hey.. Are we okay?” He asked while you snuggled yourself in his chest while reading his icha icha novel.

You were silent the whole time and it was not impossible for Kakashi to notice it. Ever since the events in the Konoha markets you never spoke a single word and it truly kept him bothered the entire time.

It was not until recently you and Kakashi had starting dating. None of your common friends are aware of it and both of you never bothered saying it, but for a moment when you tried to intertwine your fingers to Kakashi’s, he reluctantly yanked it off. Like for him, it was somehow a surprising act.

“Hey y/n” He tried to get your attention once again.

“It’s what happened in the market right...”

He never received a vocal answer but you still nodded in response. You just don’t get any of it. Is he ashamed? Not ready? Does he really want this relationship?

His hands slid down to your waist then the other on your cheeks. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know.”

“Then why?” You asked, confused and hurt.

“It’s just that... I don’t want them to know yet.. it’s unnecessary, I don’t want you to get flustered by our common friend’s gossips. Please y/n look at me you know that I love you and I want to take this slow.”

You felt being denied but nevertheless you wanted to respect his decisions. You sat up and slightly raised your thighs to his legs, feeling the familiar heat in your core. His hands on your waist tightened, completely drowning in your looks. You gave him a sloppy kiss and smiled in response.

“I respect your decisions. I’ll go with whatever you want.” You answered honestly. It was hard for you to keep this a secret of course but Kakashi’s privacy and decisions comes first. He kissed you back, a deeper and aggressive one. Your little act turned him on so easily to the extent you immediately felt his hard on pressing on your clothed thighs.

Your palms pressed his chest, allowing yourself to get away from the thick sensual sensation you both felt. “Not now. Get your ass moving they’re probably waiting for us.”

You sat down in his bed but Kakashi held you closer to his arms “Must we really go? They can live drinking without us. Let’s just stay here.” He said with a hint of sulking but you chuckled in response.

“No. I promised Yamato I’ll go.”

“Yamato? You know him?”

“Uh huh. Meet him in ANBU like weeks ago, found out he’s under Team Ro during your ANBU years. Get your ass moving Hatake c’mon!”

The dim lights around the squad’s favorite bar spot really made the place ten times better. It was nostalgic, It’s been awhile since everyone was actually complete. It was as if everyone really planned to have a day off on Friday.

Kurenai on her usual self teasing why you and Kakashi had always come together whenever the squad’s going to have drinking sessions. She and Asuma has this weird bet and you know Kurenai kept betting that you and Kakashi are a couple. You smiled at the thought of it, despite wanting to announce to your friends that you and Kakashi are finally together, you decided to shove away their accusations.

You sat down beside Yamato, a long time friend of Kakashi. The two of them were almost inseparable during their ANBU years and almost everyone was scared of that duo. One is known for chidori and the one extremely skilled with a rare ninjutsu while you’re a solo flight ANBU. A skilled assassin to be exact.

Kakashi sat beside Guy, just in front of you and Yamato whilst casually reading his icha icha novel that he’s never bored with and few minutes later ladies have started asking his interest which he mostly turned down. You can’t deny that he is a well known shinobi, almost every ladies wants to bed him and now you’re like a secret girlfriend of him. You gave out a bitter smile to the reality that you’re going to face.

“Yare yare. Look at this beaut. Someone really decided to play dress up.” A voice from your side echoed, it was Yamato. Offering you a glass of sake while his arms wrapped around your shoulder. You gave him a smile as you took the glass of sake and to your surprise, a peck landed on your cheeks

“I’m glad you showed up.” Yamato whispered

“Says the one who actually came dressing up with his yukata. I wanted to glam myself a bit. I’m getting too used to ANBU uniforms.”

Kakashi took a little glance on you, you’re wearing a bodycon dress up to your thighs and you covered the strapless dress with a thin haori. It was true that you aren’t on your usual get up and just the way Yamato held and pressed himself to his girlfriend gave Kakashi an entirely different feeling.

Moments later a lady started flirting with Kakashi, a very exact scene that was nothing new to you, in fact to everyone here. He’s always admired by ladies to the extent that they’ll be the ones to make a move on the mysterious copy ninja.

You rolled your eyes as you focused on drinking. Not bothering to hear the slutty remarks of the lady and finally decided to let it be and continue to have fun with your friend’s company, it was then when you felt Yamato started snaking his hands around your hips and onto your waist. It startled you a bit when his face leaned closer to your neck.

“Mmmm. You smell really good y/n”

“You’re being weird Yamato, but you smell better if that’s going to make you feel nice” You said jokingly as you both continued talking, Yamato reaching across the table to occasionally stroke your hand while he teased with some small circular strokes he’s been giving to your hips.

“I’m not interested.” Kakashi answered the woman flirting with him however his non sharingan eye is constantly fixed on you with such dark gaze that surely made you uncomfortable. His gazes were cut off when Asuma started teasing you and Yamato which surely added more fuel to the fire.

“Geez. Yamato and y/n get a room already!” Asuma answered, giving a wide grin while looking at you.

Your cheeks started forming a taint of red blush when the squad started teasing you and the former ANBU. Everyone has been awfully curious to what is you’re relationship with him.

“Please don’t fluster y/n like that, she looks like a tomato” Yamato said, staring at you with those dark orbs.

“You make a good couple though. You’re single and I suppose you’re single as well y/n, right Kakashi?” Kurenai gave Kakashi a meaningful look, giving the silver haired shinobi some wide grin while waiting for your answer.

You looked away. Completely flustered by the man’s sudden actions and the fact that you’ve been feeling Kakashi’s gaze constantly fixed on you doubles the heat and tension, it’s as if he’s waiting for your answer as well.

You sighed. Of course it’s supposed to be a secret and he’s worried you’ll drop the bomb.

“Yeah. I’m single, practically free on doing anything”

Yamato softly caressed your thighs, it was nothing but a friendly gesture whilst Kakashi has been watching you interact with Yamato, completely ignoring the lady trying to flirt with him.

“Are you okay? Do you need other drinks?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“C’mon then.”

Kakashi and the rest watched the both of you talk in the bar counter as you ordered rum. You needed something stronger in your system. You needed to get away from Kakashi’s dark gazes that seems to scare you in many ways possible.

“Love is really youthful. You should find yourself one too rival!” Guy said

“I’m afraid youth has come past Kakashi. Someone has made a move already.” Kurenai playfully answered as she leaned to Asuma’s chest, completely having fun on seeing Kakashi trying to suppress his emotions beneath his silk mask.

It’s driving him crazy even close to being insane if he could say so. Seeing his girlfriend get caressed by his former co-ANBU frustrates him the most and the very fact that you have disclosed to everyone that you’re single and available drove him completely crazy. He knows he’s digging his own grave with the conditions he decided to set in.

Finally a fingerless gloves slammed in the bar counter which caused you and Yamato to look back. Seeing him in a completely dark aura while glaring at his former co-ANBU scared the hell out of you but you still wonder, what is his problem?

“Excuse us but y/n and I needs to go.” He said with finality while intertwining his fingers to yours. His voice was like he’s a commanding officer on a dangerous mission.

Kakashi did not wait for Yamato’s response as he started darting the way towards the exit. He was silent, his grip is tight and he’s not even looking back.

Both of you had found yourselves near the alleys of exit and women’s restroom. He reluctantly kicked the last cubicle as he locked the doors and pushed you by the walls.

He took off his mask and never made a slightest word as he immediately dominated your lips. It was aggressive, he’s been biting your lower lip and you cannot help yourself from escaping a tiny moan on your parted lips.

“What was that y/n?”

“What?”

His large hands forcefully took off your haori, then later traveled to the hem of your dress to lift it up to your waist, revealing your thin soaking undies. He lifted you up to sit down on the toilet and once Kakashi was able to adjust his grip, his legs spread wide open, feeling the hardened member in his trousers.

“Single and practically free on doing anything huh.”

His lips landed on your neck. One of his hands found its way up to your dress to fill the unoccupied spaces of your bodies while his other hand found its place on your throat. He didn’t applied any pressure but you somehow wished he did.

His lips travelled on your jaw, tightening his grip to your ass to feel his erection more. Your hands fell on his broad shoulders as you completely gave in from the pleasure you’re feeling. Moans left your mouth as you felt his fingers on your clothed core.

“Kakashi..”

“You told me you wanted this as a secret.” You answered with much difficulty but his fingers added more pressure to your core, leaving you to release a louder moan.

“Does he know that I get to do all the things that he can only imagine?”

A smirk formed in your lips as you clinged your hands more onto his broad shoulders. Your legs wrapped to his hips as you grind on his now throbbing cock against your clothed and soaked undies.

“Oh so now you’re saying that... I thought you wanted this as private as possible.”

Suddenly, it was as if Kakashi couldn’t get enough of you. Hips, thighs, stomach, ass and your breast are all given with the same lustful attention. You palmed his large cock, now aching to be inside you.

“You’re mine. Just so you remember we’re together y/n and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that.”

After his husky remarks, Kakashi’s lips landed to suck on your neck, intentionally giving a love mark that would be surely visible to everyone.

“I never expected that Kakashi Hatake would be needing a dose of jealousy to make our relationship official.”

“Then just fuck it. I’m going to show them I’m your man y/n.”

You began to eagerly tug his turtleneck and not even giving a slightest care that both of you are still in the women’s cubicle. It was his turn to smirk. You craved for him and now he’s toying with you.

“Not so fast bad girl, I’m going to punish you hard and we go on my own pace.”

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