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Of All Things, I Became an Aranara

You always imagined that if you woke up in the world of Genshin, the possibilities of being a Visionless wielder of elements and a slew of romantic shenanigans would lie in your wake. But when you instead find yourself in the body of an Aranara with romance likely out of the question, your only conclusion is that the gods of reincarnation isekai hate your guts.

cw. you're an aranara

pairing. scaramouche/wanderer x reader, cyno x reader, kaveh x reader, candace x reader (separate)

notes. don't feel like being an aranara today? well go ahead and go to the series masterlist and see what your life could be if you were something else in genshin.

While you would have preferred being human, you have to admit there are few things better than turning into an Aranara. You've most assuredly been given Genshin non-humanoid pretty privilege with beautiful powers concerning plants and dreams to boot.

An even bigger benefit is that you can talk, so communicating with humans in this world will be a cinch.

The only thing you can really complain about now is that you aren't really able to handle salt and spices the way you used to. But to be honest, if that's the only thing you have to complain about, you'll gladly settle with being one of the musically-inclined leaf children of the rainforest.

All of whom are your friends despite the predicament you've found yourself in. You may have technically lost the isekai 50/50 but you feel like you've won in a lot of ways too.

Scaramouche

Ironically enough he was one of the easiest individuals on the list to befriend. Why? You met him when his memories were completely reset to zero and he had a much more sweet and calm demeanor

Considering the sharp-tongue Scaramouche you're used to, it honestly gave you whiplash

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the guy, bright eyed and full of wonder. It was the constant abandonments and perceived abandonments that turned Scara into the person he came

You accompany him when he regains his memories, after which he assumes that now you know the extent of his true character and the things he's done that you'll leave him now. he even encourages you to do so, shooing you away

you plopping your small self across his shoulder and telling him he's your best friend means a lot to him, even if he tells you in response that you're an idiot but you can do as you wish

Before and after regaining his memories, Scara is very clingy. Before regaining them, he slept with you nestled to his chest much like a child would a teddy bear. Afterwards, he considers it too soft and embarrassing to do so but if you snuggle up against him well, he won't stop you

Once you got lost while exploring and when you didn't come back within the time he expected you to, he grew quite panicked and nearly turned the entire forest upside down trying to find you

When he did, you were promptly scolded for making him have to look for you. What's the matter with you? Don't go traveling somewhere unfamiliar or you'll just make him have to waste time backtracking to look for you

(He was scared that you had gotten eaten or hurt or worse, that you decided to no longer travel with him, leaving him to be alone all over again)

Whenever he has nightmares, you turn his dreams into ones much happier. He tells you to stay out of his head but he appreciates the fanciful worlds you craft for him

You're also quite handy when he needs to avoid his new fanbase from the Akademiya. Taking him to the dream world to avoid talking to people is quite a useful trick of yours

But as it turns out, Scaramouche is quite popular with the Aranara and they all love to indulge him. So you kinda have some competition

You can't believe you're actually getting jealous of Aranaras. Wow, how the mighty have fallen

Cyno

A son of the desert who grew up in the rainforest, Cyno heard of stories regarding the Aranara but he never thought they'd be real. But as far as he is concerned, you're as much a citizen of Sumeru as he is

So Cyno quickly rolls with the punches and treats you accordingly with respect. Talk about a win!

But as far as you being a travel companion? Cyno isn't entirely sure since his work concerns apprehending wayward scholars and their affiliates. It's dangerous, so unless you can prove yourself to be sturdy enough to protect yourself, he'll tell discourage you from following him

Of course, he can't rightly force a creature of Dendro and dreams from doing that anyway if you stubbornly continue on with him

Thankfully, you can set his worries aside when you show not only are you adorable, but resourceful, using your powers of Dendro to apprehend criminals attempting to flee the scene when Cyno arrives (all while staying hidden in the realm of dreams. You're not trying to put a target on the back of every Aranara after all)

That aside, you don't really have any troubles with Cyno. When he rests by campfire, he will make sure you stay a comfortable distance from the flames and will teach you about GI TCG and will even tell you a joke or two (or three)

Cyno is a reliable companion. He'll protect you if you are under his protection but he doesn't make you feel less than because you're not human either

But when he isn't in work mode, he is very sweet and even let's you wear his headdress from time to time as long as you are careful with it. In return you place flower crowns atop his head

Is another protective companion. As one brought from the desert to the rainforest for the sake of experiments, Cyno knows what could happen should those at the Akademiya find out that Aranaras are more than just a tale for children

So he always makes sure you aren't sighted by those he cannot trust

Kaveh

Meeting Kaveh was a bit of an accident as you had to help disentangle from a mess of vines

For someone blessed with the power of Dendro, he isn't really one who naturally has an affinity for plants

As such, he is embarrassed when you find him in this situation. Embarrassed and quite amazed to find out that Aranara aren't just stories. One getting him out of a mess like this isn't really how Kaveh ever imagined meeting one back when he was a child

That aside, Kaveh straightens himself out, thanks you and honestly he tries to be polite about it but he has plenty of questions about your being an Aranara that you can't really answer outside of lore you got from the game

You tell him that you'll look out for him when he is prancing about the rainforest so he can avoid these sorts of mishaps in the future which he insists is unnecessary

But you're not trying to be stuck living in nature forever, you want to make sure you have guaranteed safety. It also helps that if you're going to attach yourself to a human in the game, they aren't just some random NPC. A player character comes with a certain level of stability you appreciate

Kaveh's too good an opportunity to pass up and Mehrak is quite cute too. Win-win situation

Out of everyone here though sadly, Kaveh treats you most like a pet. Something no one wants to get from a hot guy even if you understand why he treats you so

At least he gives you plenty of sweets to eat?

You become a surprising point of comfort for Kaveh when he grows frustrated with his roommate. You tend to use your powers of Dendro to weave flowers through his hair during those moments and listen when he vents

You think his kindness does him more harm than good and that he tends to be his worst critic, so you tell Kaveh to be kinder to himself

Candace

A desert really isn't the place for an Aranara but you stubbornly decided to try your luck at it anyway against your better judgement (and the advice of your fellow Aranara)

But a couple of near death experiences aside, you think you made a good decision when you get to Aaru Village. The children there are very sweet and fascinated by you, having never seen an Aranara themselves

So you become quite popular among them, making them all sweet dreams and becoming a sort of... Guardian, one might say

You also help maintain the few plantlife of Aaru Village from Sabbah's flowers to the ajilenakh trees

It isn't much work but it's honest work

Candace thought nothing of it, thinking it was cute for the children of the village to have something to talk about

Then she ran into you trying (and failing) to get some food from the storage and that is how you were discovered by the actual Guardian of Aaru Village

Despite that little mishap, Candace is sweet to you and presents to you the same rules she gives all guests of Aaru. She also appreciates you helping with the children

So she doesn't disagree when you label yourselves as a sort of duo protecting everyone in different ways

Candace seldom has time to rest or enjoy any sort of personal time, so you try to be her invisible company in the day and you pester her to take breaks

You'd threaten to keep her contained in vines to make her take a break but you know she is infinitely stronger than your own abilities

How else can she fight monsters for hours at a time without tiring?

Still if you're at that level of desperate to make her rest, Candace promises to take more breaks along the day and rely more on her fellow guards

#look she's writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kaveh x reader #candace x reader #cyno x reader

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muddyorbsblr · 8 months

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Summary: While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

Pairing: TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

Word Count: 3.5

Warnings: some talks of smutty times, but overall this is just fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship, talks of soulmates, references to my other stories

"I really don't get why you're in here bugging me for something to do, Y/N," Agent Mobius chuckled, shaking his head as he thumbed through another folder's worth of records that he hadn't told you quite yet what they were for. "No high-level variant threats have been reported, timelines are--well, they're relatively stable. Things are quiet for a change. I say enjoy it while it lasts and go on a vacation or something with Laufeyson. Just don't--"

"Don't cause any Nexus events, yes yes, Mobius, we know." A smile broke out on your face at the sound of Loki's voice cutting off the TVA Agent, your cheeks nearly aching from your grin widening when he walked up behind you and long arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. "Thing is we already have partaken in quite a handful of adventures across the timelines, indulging ourselves in the…numerous pleasures and luxuries that they have to offer."

One look at how you were reddening with the implications of your boyfriend's words had your fellow Agent scrunching up his face in feigned appalment. "Time and place, you two, jeez."

You and Loki shared a confused look when an analyst from another table yelled "And you did it at my birthday dinner!" and rendered Mobius into a cackling heap, laughing into his sleeve to muffle the sound.

"Anyway…" you spoke up, making the grey-haired agent look back up at you. "Are you sure there isn't anything we can help with? Doesn't even have to be high-level, I'll literally take up a timeline reset caused by a woman at a grocery store grabbing a can of peaches instead of a can of mangoes, I'm getting antsy here."

"Alright alright fine," he sighed, motioning toward you and the god behind you. "It's something of a moonshot but we've been trying to find proof of the existence of soulmates throughout the timelines, so we need concrete cases that no matter the circumstance, no matter the obstructions between two souls, they always find each other and they always end up together."

"You mean like in that TV show where they've got fairytale characters in like Maine or something and there's this couple that constantly goes--"

"I'll find you, I will always find you," you and Mobius said at once, causing you both to break out into laughter.

"Exactly like that," he confirmed when he calmed down some. "Preferably without the cheesy catchphrase because in case you do find one I would actually prefer to not include in my report that all soulmates have some line they tell each other that's so cheesy it's pungent."

"Right so…soulmates, no cheesy lines, across the timelines. Got it." You gave him a little salute before you went off to the shelves, holding Loki's hand as he followed a few steps behind you.

"Darling we have been scouring through files for hours. Perhaps it's time to report back to Mobius. Tell him that every pair we've found so far have broken the pattern at some iteration down the line. The most we've come across is a pair that were together for five iterations of their lives before the sixth showed they never even met in that lifetime."

Your shoulders slumped over when you placed your latest folder on your pile, of failed attempts, just about half the size of Loki's own little mountain of case files. Maybe he was right; every possible lead you'd found all ended up a dud, and that alone would be proof enough that this was all a wild goose chase of an assignment for Mobius.

Then again, he did call it a moonshot, so the realization didn't smart too much.

The frustration you felt began to melt away the moment Loki's hands touched your shoulders, leaning into him when he started working at the knots that he found with expert precision. "Okay, you're right," you sighed. "Let's go tell Cubey his moonshot's a single needle in a city of haystacks."

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, using his seiðr to stack the case files into neat stacks arranged by file number. "Thank the Norns that ridiculous magic dampener fractured some when the timelines diverged," he mumbled, chuckling into your hair. "Now how about I bring us to a nice hot spring and we could simply…enjoy one another's company?" You let out a giggle when his hands traveled down your sides, lightly grasping your waist and pulling you against him.

If only you could have silenced the little voice in your head when you were just seconds away from him whisking you off to Jökulsárlón or Hakone, clad in a dark emerald bikini that your lover would peel off of you as he made good on his promise for you both to enjoy each other's company.

"I can nearly hear the thoughts forming in your mind, darling," he cooed, pressing his lips to the back of your neck, chuckling against your skin when you wordlessly confirmed what he'd said by slumping over again. "What is it?"

"Just one last try?" You wouldn't ever let yourself live it down if you'd gone down this road and not looked at this particular set of files.

He let out a sigh, his slightly cool breath tickling your skin before pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head. "One last attempt. And if we reach another dead end--"

"You can whisk me away to any destination of your choice and have your wicked way with me," you finished for him, letting out a little yelp when he brought his lips to the spot between your neck and shoulder, playfully nipping at the skin.

"What a deliciously reckless promise, my love," he teased, smirking against your neck when he proceeded to lightly suck at the sensitive skin and you had to bite your lip to muffle the whimper that slipped through your lips. "I look forward to collecting on it in a short while."

He rested his chin on your shoulder, still holding you close when you called out for a bit of assistance on your final hunch. "Minutes?"

Your eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden brightness when the orange hologram appeared on the desk in front of you. "Well hello there, lovebirds. What can I do for y'all?" she asked with a small wave of her cartoonish stick arm.

"Could you pull up our files?"

"Well sure I can, Y/N! How much of your files are we talking here?"

You shared a look with Loki before you answered, "All of them?"

"Before I hand 'em over, I think it's best y'all know from the get go that you're about to deal with thousands of files. It'll take a whole lotta time before you can sort 'em all out," she cautioned you both, already giving you a digital visual of how many files she'd already begun to pull up.

"Minutes, as I've come to understand it, we variants apparently have all the time in the world," you countered, shrugging your free shoulder and giving the living hologram a little smile. "We can take it."

"Alright well suit yourself," she comically shrugged both her hands before making the files that were already on the table disperse and go back to their original locations throughout the library shelves before stacks upon stacks of folders materialized in their place. All of them sectioned off into two sides. "Have at it, y'all."

You picked up the first folder from the stack closest to you, your brows knitting together already once you read the name on the file. "Minutes, I don't think this is mine, it says Eve but that's not--"

"Your name?" she finished for you. "Darlin', Y/N is your name in this lifetime--Well, the lifetime you came from before your Nexus event, you get what I mean. The file you're holding is from another lifetime, heck, might even be from another timeline. But one look at that file and you'll see that that's you. All of these are you. Doesn't matter if you're goin' by a different name, the soul remains the same."

The air left your lungs when you opened the folder to find a picture of you with pale skin and matted ivory hair on the front of the file. Only thing was that this version of you wasn't quite human in her lifetime. In fact centuries of it were spent as a vampire.

A few moments later she spoke up again. "Well then that's my cue. Happy sortin', y'all!" And then she disappeared. Leaving you and Loki alone with your couple thousand files each to rifle through.

Had you been there on a different objective, you would have spent a bit more time thumbing through the pages that detailed the life of this version of you, rubbing elbows with numerous prominent figures throughout history and having her fair share of trysts with a handful of them. But your only focus was her most prominent affair. Her great love.

When you reached that page, you felt yourself go breathless once again looking at the picture that stared back at you. "Loki," you breathed out, holding out the file to him so he could see for himself. The god's eyes widened at the photo in front of him. The ebony hair may be matted and the skin somehow even paler than his usual complexion, but there was no denying it. This Eve's companion throughout her years, this Adam, was another lifetime's iteration of Loki.

He began to rifle through his own stacks of folders, finding the one that had the same variant number and interlocked his and your folders together, starting a new stack at the center of the desk. "If you're right, and this yields the moonshot result that Mobius has been searching for, you can pick the destination and have your wicked way with me."

"Why Mischief, how reckless of you," you said coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. "What if I wanna tie you up?"

"It's endearing that you believe you could, my darling." He lightly poked your side, quickly pulling you into his arms the second you started wriggling and giggling in his direction. "But if that is truly what you want then I can promise not to break out for an hour."

"Two," you countered.

"Ninety minutes."

"Deal."

"Now if I'm right and this leads to another dead end, I whisk you away to any destination of my choosing for a fortnight, no tempads, no missions, and not a stitch of clothing on this glorious form of yours." His lips skimmed the side of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you let out a squeal at his finger deftly undoing the top button of your shirt. "Do we have a deal, my love?"

"Okay okay," you relented, turning your head to steal a quick kiss before bring your attention back to the folders you were about to sort through. Before you could pull away, his free hand went up to the back of your head and deepened the kiss.

"What if I told you I've been plagued with visions of stripping you bare and laying you out on the desk before me? That I'd been thinking of enjoying every delectable inch of you as if you were my own personal dessert board?" You let out a gasp at the lustful image his words had conjured in your mind, allowing him to easily lick into your mouth and turn you into putty in his arms the moment your tongues met.

"I'd say I'm not surprised," you breathed out when he pulled away, placing your hand over his before he could undo a third button from your shirt. "But the faster we get this done, the faster oneof us will be at the other's mercy and maybe you can even bring that desk fantasy of yours to life." You pressed another quick peck to his lips before managing to wriggle your way out of his embrace, jutting your chin at his side of the desk. "Pick a file, Mischief."

The next file had you and him initially on opposite sides of the Battle of New York, your story starting in Stuttgart when he had clones force you down on your knees and the injuries from that encounter permanently damaging you. A handful of times throughout the day of the actual battle, he went out of his way to save your life, ensuring your safety from a fatal fall and even the Hulk; the document even had a mention of him asking Thor of what came of you after he was apprehended because you weren't among the Avengers that saw him off to Asgard, only to find out the true extent of your injuries. Then he found himself back on Earth to serve his sentence and falling in love with you, using his magic to undo the physical damage that he dealt you. And then you two went on your own adventure to have 'do-overs' in places that held bitter memories for him, from Stuttgart to Asgard and even the balcony in Stark Tower.

Another file saw Loki as an English baronet named Thomas Sharpe, and you as his final wife and a sort of partner in crime. Initially you teamed up to play a dangerous game of sneaking around his ancestral home to gather and send out evidence that would put his incestuous and murderous sister Lucille behind bars, and somewhere along the way you two had genuinely fallen in love with one another.

You then found a good handful of scenarios where you both lived in the Avengers Compound, having a bad case of mutual pining and both of you being too hesitant and overcome with doubt that neither of you made a move until the situation practically forced you to confess. One even involved you photographing him for an Avengers calendar where he stripped for you during his session.

"Yeah, this definitely sounds like you," you joked when you showed him one of the pictures from the photoshoot in question where he laid on his side on a white bed wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. When you opened the next file, you let out a whiny groan out of sheer frustration and disappointment.

"Darling, that is a sound I only wish to hear when I elicit it from you. What's wrong?"

"Might as well just lie down on the table right now because there's no way this isn't a dead end." You waved the file in your hand in the air.

"Much as I would thoroughly enjoy claiming this particular prize, perhaps we need not be so hasty, my love. Tell me what would be such a hindrance that you'd be ready to give up your theory--"

"Place of Birth: Asgard," you read out, cutting him off. "Born to Lady Sif of the Warriors Four--"

"Alright well Sif would surely have some choice words with me if I courted you but--"

"And the Crown Prince Thor, God of Thunder." You gave him a look as if to say "This is why", the realization dawning on him as well that yes, this would be the dead end that would grant him his victory. And yet for some reason, you decided to keep on turning the pages. "Gotta be honest, though, I thought that what would break our streak is if we never met in these--Oh what in the Game of Thrones Targaryen nonsense is this??"

"What is it?"

"The streak isn't broken yet," you croaked out, the disbelief entering his eyes as he frantically started searching for his corresponding variant file. "We were married for two and a half thousand years."

"I surrendered my claim to the throne of Asgard for you," he declared in astonishment. "We have children in this timeline." His voice began to hitch at the end, making you immediately close the distance between you to lace your fingers together.

"Looks like even something as monumental as being your brother's daughter couldn't stop us," you noted with a little smile, breaking out into a full grin when your comment made Loki exhaled in a rather loud chuckle that traveled across the library. You took your two folders and interlocked them, adding to the pile in the center. "Let's keep going."

It was several hours later that you two had finally found your way back to the desk that Mobius occupied, the more tenured agent pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing at the inner corners of his eyes in clear frustration.

"You still got nothing, Cubey?"

"One of these days I'm gonna find a name for you that's just as annoying, Y/L/N, just you wait," he groaned, his posture visibly slumping when he saw the interlocked stacks of folders that you were carting around. "What in the name of the Alioth is that?"

"We found one," you proudly stated. "Proof that soulmates exist and…only some of them have a catchphrase."

"That's just one?!" he boomed, immediately getting shh'd by a more elderly analyst a few tables behind him to which you and Loki shh'd her right back without missing a beat. You nodded your answer to Mobius. "So what's the catchphrase?"

"I was made to be yours," you began, letting go of the cart to hold your hand out to Loki.

"And I yours," he finished, lacing your fingers together before draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

"Wait a damn minute," Mobius said suspiciously, pointing a finger between the two of you. "Are you two trying to tell me that the first and so far only case of soulmates we have on record is--"

"Us," you finished for him, nudging the cart in his direction with your foot. "Every single lifetime on every single timeline accounted for."

"What about your own?" he questioned. "You both mentioned that you'd never met your timeline's version of each other prior to your Nexus events."

"Well see that's the thing. These files only cover everything prior to a variant's Nexus event, or what the events were in their own respective sacred timelines. We met each other after our Nexus events. So maybe our souls never found each other in the lives that we left behind because…we were meant to find each other here."

"Huh…" he mused, looking carefully at the two of you. "Could be. Nice catch, you two. I knew I made a good call giving you a partner, Loki."

"My darling mortal is quite brilliant," your lover beamed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude for our introduction."

"Well, you really don't have to but if you feel so compelled, I'm willing to take a jet ski and a vacation to Miami if you two can swing it."

"We'll call you if anything serious pops up, just keep your tempad charged," you shot back, extending your free hand toward him to shake. "But really, Cubey. Thank you. For introducing us. For vouching for me and making sure that I didn't get pruned during my trial with Rennslayer--"

"Otherwise you might have crossed paths with that one-handed variant in the Void and who knows what nefarious and depraved intentions he would have had with you," Loki interjected, resting his head on yours.

"You have a Captain Hook variant?"

"Nah it was a president," Mobius answered with a wave of his hand. "Got his hand bit off by an alligator."

"So…a Captain Hook variant."

"Yeah, you know what you're right. Loki has a Captain Hook variant. You'll meet him soon enough when you get sent on a mission to the Void. Loads of highly dangerous variants usually find themselves there when they try to escape processing."

"If he even dares touch you I'll divest him of his remaining hand," Loki grumbled, once again pressing his lips to your temple. "That heathen can find his own variant of you. You're mine."

"All yours," you beamed, bringing your joint hands to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. "And speaking of…we're off for a few weeks, Cubey. We have a date to get to."

"Please don't get arrested for indecent exposure. Or public fornication," the senior agent groaned. "That's a timeline I'll need therapy for if I have to be the sorry ass to reset it."

Neither of you responded other than a little wave and a thumbs up in his direction as you walked away, the god giving you a dimpled smirk as you two made your way to your shared apartment.

"Where shall we head to first, little mortal? A hot spring? Or perhaps a nice scenic tundra? Or perhaps a cherry blossom forest? I can already picture your beauty with the backdrop of the falling petals…"

He stopped listing options when he saw you shaking your head, mirroring his smirk with one of your own. "Bedroom first. And give me your tie. You owe me ninety minutes."

A/N: I'm so glad to finally get this out for y'all to see! This was originally supposed to up weeks ago for something but some of my own revelations were made (translation: I got bitch slapped in the face by reality) which led to the postponing of this story. Anyways, I hope y'all liked it even if it is kinda cringe and silly. I'm always gonna be cringe and silly, so manage expectations accordingly. 🥴🫡

Also if you got all the references within the files (except the OLLA one that's a freebie) I officially love you. 💖💛

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Hello! Maybe one where Nate kisses the reader like he did Keeley but they’re dating Jamie and he gets very upset but then they call him down and it’s sweet at the end ❤️

This one got real intense, real fast. Deals with some trauma after an unwanted kiss, so be discerning when deciding if you want to read this. Jamie’s really sweet, but this mostly ends up as a look at how it feels when someone does something you have a hard time laughing off.

i can’t breathe without you

It all happens so fast, really. One minute you’re alone in the boot room, talking to Nate about his day, and the next his lips are pressed against yours. Your entire mind freezes and all you can think is Jamie, and you must say something to that effect because Nate is bumbling through an apology, something about misreading signals and being an idiot, but what you’re really hearing is that he thinks any girl who is nice to him, is attracted to him.

You’re not.

He should have known, your mind reasons. He should have known you were with Jamie.

All rational thought is overshadowed by tears threatening to fall. You say, “I have to go,” and then flee the boot room, leaving Nate standing there all alone.

You’re not really sure where you’re going, but you’re running, pushing past people in an effort to just get out and get away from the feeling of his lips on yours.

I didn’t want it, you tell yourself. Didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want.

You knock into Ted in your rush. “Hey there, darling, you alright?” he asks, all fatherly concern. You nod your head once and then are gone, pushing through the door and out into the parking lot. You’re running, running fast. Anything to have control over the way your body feels, to hit the reset button, to forget.

Jamie will understand, he loves you, he’ll understand, your mind tells you.

You push it away, because now is not a time for hope. Jamie is a man, and they are all the same. Your ex, Connor, broke up with you when a boy kissed you at a frat party. Never mind that you were shoving him off you before his lips even made contact. Never mind that you had been trying to turn your head away. Never mind that he had seen the whole fucking thing and still decided that you were, in his words, “too easy.”

You’re so distracted by your thoughts and your desperate escape that you barely register Sam’s voice and sprint to catch you until his hand has reached for your arm and you violently shake it away, saying, “don’t touch me,” voice hoarse.

He instantly lets go and backs up, hands in the air.

You must look feral, eyes wide, hair flying. Face white.

Sam’s face has concern written all over it as he asks, softer, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you say, just a bit too forcefully. “I’m fine, I just, his lips and I didn’t want it, I swear I didn’t, I didn’t even do anything, but I feel them, and I didn’t do anything I promise, please, please don’t tell Jamie.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until tears fall onto your shoe. Sam’s previous concern has nothing on how he is now. He is downright worried.

“Do you need me to call someone?” he asks.

“No!” you reply. “No. I’m fine. It’s just- Nate kissed me, and I promise I didn’t want him to, he just did, and it’s probably my fault but I love Jamie, not Nate, and I need him to know that, ok? I can’t, how am I supposed to keep going, I can’t-” You’re beginning to hyperventilate now. Sam’s hands are up, like he’s calming a wild animal.

“Hey. Hey now. Why don’t you sit down. It’s alright, it’s just you and me. Take a deep breath for me, alright? Follow my lead.”

You follow Sam’s directives and sit with your head between your legs. Sam takes a moment to type out a message to Coach Beard, while you’re distracted. It says, Find Nate before Jamie does, because who else would it be, and Sam knows Beard will be able to assess and handle the situation properly. Meanwhile, he’s got to calm you down.

—

Inside the locker room, Beard’s phone dings. He looks away from where Ted is talking to Jamie and then frowns. What are the odds this text is related to you bumping into Ted? Beard, betting man that he is, is sure they’re good. He goes to find Nate.

Nate is still in the boot room, acting as if nothing’s wrong.

He looks up in surprise when Beard walks in.

“Oh, um, hello,” he says. “Is everything alright?”

So he’s clocked Beard’s angry face. At least he’s not a complete imbecile.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Beard replies, arms crossed and face stony as ever. “What happened to Jamie’s girlfriend?”

One stammer from Nate is all Beard needs to hear.

—

Ted tells Jamie, and Jamie is livid. Ted’s phone dings with a help please text from Sam because he has no idea how to help you, and Jamie’s anger reaches a whole new level.

Beard thinks they should let Jamie have a go at Nate. Roy agrees, and thinks maybe Jamie could use some help. Nate isn’t present, Beard says something about being stuck in the boot room with the handle broken off. Ted knows Beard well enough to know exactly what happened, but now isn’t the time to comment. Beard has both punished and protected Nate, and there are more pressing things at hand. You, for starters. And Jamie, with murder on his mind.

“Jamie,” Ted says, “I’m gonna need you to listen real good. I don’t know your girl very well, but I do know she has a sweet spirit. You go out there guns blazing, and it’s just going to validate every crushing thought she has about herself.”

Jamie opens his mouth to speak but Ted puts up a hand. “Doesn’t matter that you’re not mad at her, she’ll take it that way. Things like this are tricky. You want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are 100% on her team.” Ted stops. “You are on her team, ain’t you?”

Jamie stares at him. “You think I fucking blame her for that prick mistaking her bein’ nice for flirting?”

Ted shrugs. “She ever told you ‘bout her last boyfriend? Matter of fact, she ever tell you about any of her other relationships? You might be surprised what kinda boys are out there pretending to be men. Now, I gotta go make sure she’s gonna be ok. You,” he points to Roy, “don’t let Jamie out till he’s calmed down. You,” he points to Beard, “go figure out a way to get Nate unstuck from the boot room.”

Beard says, “consider it done, Coach,” and Roy just grunts.

Ted is gone, and it’s just the three of them and their separate manifestations of their anger.

—

Your head is still on your knees when you hear footsteps approaching. Sam has been sitting on his haunches, two feet away from you. Close enough so you’re not alone, far enough to give you some space.

The footsteps make your head jerk up. The fear in your eyes is enough to break Ted’s heart. He’s never had a daughter, but he’ll be damned if this isn’t how a father must feel.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, crouching down, voice soft. “What can I do you for?”

His voice is just reminiscent enough of your own father’s that you launch yourself into his arms, crying.

“Sh, sh, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ted says. You have a death grip on him. “Just let it out.”

You’ve almost completely cried yourself out when Ted says, “What do you want to say?”

You pull away and sit back on the curb, hand covering half your face. You shake your head.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just want to know what’s wrong so I can help.”

You choke out “Jamie,” and both Ted and Sam are surprised enough that neither of them know what to say. They wait for you to continue.

A few more tears fall before you say, “I just love him so much. I don’t want to lose him. I need him to know that I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want it. I wasn’t flirting, I swear. He just kissed me out of nowhere and I can’t get rid of the feeling, I just can’t-” You start wiping your lips violently with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey listen- listen to me,” Ted says. You lower your trembling hand. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your whole body is shaking.

“None of this, and believe me when I do say ‘none,’ is your fault. Jamie ain’t like those other boys you were with. He knows who you are. You did nothing wrong. He’s hopping mad, sure, but not at you. His hearts in the right place. He loves you, and I’m pretty sure if you gave him half a chance, he’d love you forever. There’s nothing that’s going to change that.”

You’re beginning to register Ted’s words. You’re glad he and Sam are out here, and that you’re not alone. Vaguely, you hear the building door open from across the parking lot. There’s a different set of footsteps now, running ones, that come to a crashing halt in front of you.

You flinch.

You hear Jamie inhale jerkily and dare to look upward.

He looks a mess, eyes red and hair mussed. He kneels down slowly to where you’re curled up.

He doesn’t even know where to begin with you flinching, but by god every breath Nathan Shelley draws is just one closer to his reckoning.

Jamie breathes out your name, and finally, finally, you make solid eye contact. He reaches for you, and you take his hand, letting him draw you into his lap.

He holds you and rocks back and forth, whispering into your hair while the others quietly get up and back away.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s just you and me. I love you and I’ve got you.”

He’s got you, you tell your mind.

Yes, your brain agrees, he’s got you and he loves you.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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luvsugu · 9 months

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housemate suguru (sighs dreamily)

geto suguru x reader fluff!!!! housemate!AU </3, kinda canon divergence (as in, geto doesnt die and is happy with his best buddies), lots of domestic themes!!, will also probably expand on this idea later hehe

housemate!suguru who moves out of the bigger bedroom when you move in with him because he doesn't want you to have enough space for all your things (aka your cute trinkets n collectibles)

housemate!suguru who always asks if you want him to include your clothes in his load of laundry so that you don't have to worry about it for later. he even folds your clothes neatly into a basket so they don't get wrinky if you wanted to deal with putting them away later.

housemate!suguru who always wants to eat meals together because he enjoys your company (he'd never admit it and refuses to acknowledge the pout you point out when you once came home just before midnight and he ate by himself). eating meals together is just good for the soul!!!!!!!

housemate!suguru who does the dishes whenever you cook because he says it's only fair. he really really likes when you decide to help him out anyway or just stick around him to give him company (like sit on the counter and continuing the conversation from your shared meal)

housemate!suguru who also reassures you that you don't have to worry about any of the dishes when you want to bake (for whatever reason, whether its for the two of you or for others). THIS always makes your knees weak because!!! he's lingering around, just waiting and eagerly helping you and being a total sweetheart. he also loves taste testing!!!

housemate!suguru who cleans the apartment with you every sunday like you two are some married couple. the sun is shining!! music is playing in the background!! and you two are giggling with each other!!! he loveslovesloves having sunday resets with you because it's just so calming and it also is a way that you two bond. he's a very tidy person so he appreciates you joining him and putting in the effort to make sure you guys' home stays tidy and cozy.

housemate!suguru who (if you didn't know already) teaches you how to care for houseplants. it's a little hobby of his and he says that it makes the house look and feel more alive. that and he just enjoys the aesthetic (which goes hard for the tiktoks/vids that he's post??? this dude lives and breathes plant girl aesthetic)

housemate!suguru who pushes the cart when you two go grocery shopping so you can oogle as much as you want in the aisles. he always physically writes down stuff that he needs and, more often than not, you're the one who holds that list. it's sosososo cute seeing your thinking face when you look for stuff on the shelves. he also knows the thinking face you have for when you're trying to put things you both don't need in the cart--what doodoo excuse are you going to give him that he'll pretend to believe because he can't say no to you?

housemate!suguru who makes you carry the lightest grocery bags because you deserve no less. yes help him, but let him inflate his own ego by helping YOU (just pretend you don't see him telling his curses to help bring groceries inside). he also is the one to put things in the fridge away while you take care of all the pantry stuff. it just became routine at this point and suguru mentally giggles and kicks his feet at how domestic it is

housemate!suguru who rolls his eyes at gojo whenever gojo teases him about you, saying that "suguru's playing family with y/nnnn~" and "they always eat together, do groceries together, and even clean the apartment on sundays together!" and OF COURSE shoko is entertained because "omg? i thought you said you liked living alone?"

housemate!suguru who truly can't escape satoru and shoko, begrudgingly lets them into your guys' shared apartment after coming UNANNOUNCED!!!!! and you are of course thrilled to actually meet them and happily invite them for dinner. suguru is pouting and sulking the entire time because your "y/n and suguru" weekend plan to take a day trip to mt. fuji turned into a "y/n, suguru, satoru and shoko" weekend plan

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Bakugou likes to spend his time in your place whatever you are he is just around and it’s not weird or anything he just feels like you’re the least annoying person from everyone he also like when you’re doing something and he just do his own things like you would be drawing and he would be sitting in your bed reading his book it’s very peaceful moments

No because this is so true to his character at least in my eyes. He’s already not an easy dude to handle so having someone who is a respectable medium of playful banter but also relatively grounding is a must.

And slightly off topic, but I feel like his love language is quality time with someone. And it’s not necessarily talking about any and everything for hours on end. It’s usually just the two of you sitting in silence and doing nothing in particular. Simply being able to be comfortable in each other’s presence is a big deal for him.

It’s not everyday he can just sit in the common rooms without a classmate being too loud, obnoxious and/or continuously pestering him and wearing his patience thin. He needs that down time from a long day to reset himself. And yeah, he enjoys his alone time but there’s nothing wrong with wanting someone to sit with him too. Someone who won’t annoy him and make unnecessary chit chat when he’s nose deep in his new book.

Someone who will busy themself with their own pastime, speaking on occasion when asking if he wants a snack or if the AC’s too high. He can find that kind of peace with you. It’s just something about your calming disposition.

There’s been numerous hours he’s spent in your dorm room, reading glasses on and a novel held gently in his hands. The crisp flip of every page he reads fills the air. As always, the curtains and blinds are drawn from your bedroom windows. The last light of day gently peaking into your room. You sit at your desk, small sketchbook laying on it as you doodle on the pages. The soft scratching of your pencil as it meets the sheet can faintly be heard. This quiet time is very precious to the both of you.

Not to say you can’t be loud and rambunctious when you want to be. Trust, he’s been at the brunt of your obscene curse words before, but you’re just so wholly down to earth in your nature it’s hard to not want to be around you.

It’s kinda funny really. Bakugou will argue with just about anyone and you’re no exception. But he can’t find this solace with just anyone. It’s like you get it. You get him. And that’s so rare for him to find. You don’t put him on a pedestal but you also don’t belittle his character. You treat him just like any old regular degular guy. You’ve got a mutual respect for one another. You better believe the times when you’re overstimulated from everyone’s antics he’s there to shit talk about how they’ve pissed him off too.

In a world where everything is go go go, y’all truly help each other to take the time to destress from the day’s challenges. He’s a really chill dude once he lets you in.

#he’s actually so chill #i love these asks #bakugou katsuki #mha headcanons #bakugou headcanons #mha drabbles #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fic

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floating-above-sea-level · 4 months

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Neurodivergent related SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons because I am so autism abt them 🫶🫶🫶

-Mike has autism, Ness has autism and ADHD/AuDHD

-Mike is hardcore on the social related things. Doesn’t like eye contact and will either make way too much or way too little, his responses in conversations tend to be blunt and dry, he doesn’t enjoy small talk, he very much likes communication to have a point and to get to said point quickly, he only really talks more if it’s something he’s interested in/knows a lot about, he’ll actively say or do rude things without realizing or intending to (quite often in fact), he’s generally seen as kind of off putting, etc.

-Ness on the other hand is very social. They may be a little weird and struggle with social cues but they’re a hardcore extrovert and a huge theater kid so people just think he’s kinda quirky and leave it at that. He never stops yapping, knows a lot about a lot and makes sure everyone knows (in an info-dumpy way, not a condescending way) and generally loves learning about people. He is often seen as quite annoying by a lot of peoples standards, but many people also find him charming (Mike falls down the pipeline from one to the other lol)

-Mike is a subtle stimmer. Lots of stuff that might get him clocked as anxious at most but other than that most people don’t even notice. Lots of nail biting, skin picking, hair touching, face scratching, leg bouncing, squeezing his hands, rubbing his temples, rubbing his clothes, cracking/popping parts of his body (knuckles, neck, etc.) stuff like that

-Ness is usually also a pretty subtle stimmer, but has more noticeable stims way more often than Mike. Theyll click/tap pens, mess with the strings on their apron, fidget with their pins, run their hands through their hair, adjust their clothes, talk a lot with their hands, hum and sing and quote things, tap their fingers together, rock on their feet, generally swaying their weight, pacing, fidgeting with their face (poking their own face, chewing on their lips and cheeks, pulling on their lips, rubbing their eyes, etc.), little random dances, bouncng, hand flapping, etc.

-Mike experiences shut downs and meltdowns fairly often. He's incredibly stressed and tired all the time so frankly why wouldnt he. He'll get even quieter and more blunt than usual, he'll stim more, he'll try to be alone, he'll lash out a bit, etc. it usually takes him at least a couple hours to recover

-Ness experiences meltdowns somewhat often as well, though he doesnt really get shutdowns. His meltdowns are usually caused by simple overstimulation and they often result in a lot of rambling, more stimming, generally anxious behavior, sometimes snapping at people depending on the situation and how bad it is. He’s fairly good at calming himself down all things considered, but can easily be a bit over the top and kinda fall into the stress

-Usually the kind of thing that would make him full on shut down is social rejection. For multiple reasons, he doesnt handle social rejection very well, so on the somewhat rare occasion he picks up on the subtle hints of it or someone is direct with him about it, he’ll get insecure, quiet, fidgety, shaky. He's usually pretty good at putting on a face but he'll need to take a minute to kinda reset himself, usually via listening to music and mumble singing to himself while tapping his fingers or fidgeting with his clothes or something

-part of previously mentioned headcanons about how they hug and cuddle a lot and are also generally kinda clingy has to do with them stimming together. Mike loves a good pressure stim, so hugging or cuddling Ness can provide that easily. Ness loves things like playing with Mike’s hair and hands and face, just generally kinda fidgeting with his body. They’re huge on body doubling and parallel play, they like just generally being together cause they feel like they can be themselves around each other without any worries (for the most part lol) stuff like that

-they both have their comfort items, but Mike’s are usually a bit more subtle, like clothing or headphones or maybe smth Abby’s given him, while Ness’s are usually a bit more…strange lmao. Random trinkets and paraphernalia, stuff related to his many hyperfixations, some random piece of trash that’s been in his pocket too long, etc. /hj

-overall Mike is very quiet, overstimulated, blunt autism and Ness is very quirky, a bit too much, all over the place, never stops yapping AuDHD, and they can certainly clash at times but they definitely learn how to balance each other out

-idk what else to say rn lol but ill make more parts if i think of anything else ��🥱🥱

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #mike x ness #ness x mike #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd #headcanons

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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The Brown-Eyed Man: Joel Miller- Log 1 Texas

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: After getting settled into your new neighborhood. You get a knock on your door late at night. A tall, dark man stands there, and you wonder if your life is about to flip upside down.

Warnings: Flirting, angst, fluff, moving away, abusive ex-boyfriend, stalker ex-boyfriend, offering drinks, drinking, age difference, sarah miller mentioned, and Tommy Miller mentioned.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 2.0k

The Last Of Us Master List // The Brown-Eyed Man Series Master List

Log 2 Here

The doorbell ringing at my front door brings me out of the box I’m digging in. The boxes line the walls of my hallways and many of the rooms that have yet to be unpacked. I look down at my watch. It’s nearly ten thirty at night, but I open the front door anyway. “Hello?” I say as I look up; the rest of what I was going to say gets caught in the back of my throat.

The man standing before me is tall and muscular, even if he’s wearing a pair of what looks like old sweatpants and a tight black shirt. He’s got caramel skin and a devilish jawline. “Hey there, neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” His voice is smooth like honey, making me weak to my knees.

“Names Joel, by the way… that would be weird if I just came up to your front door and welcomed you to the neighborhood without telling you my name.” His voice is so fucking soothing in a calming sort of way. “I… thank you, Joel.”I managed to get out without sounding like a complete and utter idiot. He can’t be much older than me, as I can see the gray strands starting at the edges of his hair. “I live other there.” Joel points out.

He lives right across from me. “I just saw that you were movin’ in. Just wanted to be a good neighbor and say that you’re welcome to come over for beers or talk whenever you want.” Joel said with a smile.

As Joel walks down the front porch stairs, I realize that, like an idiot, I’ve forgotten to tell him anything about myself, “Hang on.” I yell into the crisp night air.” He pauses a few steps, still waiting before him; turning, something catches my eye. Maybe it’s the glint in his eyes as he drags them up my body or the way he still towers over you, even from down on the steps.

I shake the dirty thoughts from my mind and do the neighborly thing. “You’ve told me your name, but I haven’t told you mine.” He chuckles and takes a few steps to meet me at eye level. I swipe my tongue over my drying lips, bringing my hand out to shake his. “Names, Y/n,” I say with a sweet smile written on my face.

His hands are so much larger than mine, rough in spots that I didn’t know your hands could get rough in. Callusses pressed up against my soft skin send shivers down my spine. His hand is firm against mine, and then again, so is the handshake itself. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Y/n.” There’s that glint in his eyes again.

Yet the smile on his face doesn’t this close up reach up to the sky. For now, though, even as Joel walks down the rest of my steps and into the street, the echo of my name from his voice has me standing there like a puppet. Completely drawn into him.

That was the reason I had moved to Texas. I needed to escape the screaming street and the fluorescent lights of the city; the crowded streets and rude people were the last straw. I had bent and stayed for college. I just needed to finish my degree before I was okay with moving out alone, away from my childhood home and city.

Texas seemed like the best place. It was calm, rural, and everything I needed for a good hard reset. It wasn’t just the streets and people I was trying to escape. My past clung to me like a nats during summer.

Relationships have never really been in the cards for me, I was too busy with after-school activities or the school itself. There wasn’t time for the nerdy girl to get a boyfriend, and it wasn’t like the guys were exactly putting themselves in my path. It was a lonely four years in high school, which I only thought would transfer over into my college years.

I watched as Joel made his way over to his front porch. He waved once more before opening his door and closing it. I stared a little longer, standing on one of the steps of my porch. I felt stupid. A stupid crush that had grown in mere seconds from the man just knocking on my door. He had invited me over for drinks, and much as I didn’t want to play into how my heart beat harder while Joel’s hand was wrapped around mine. The frustration of unpacking and getting to my job in the next few weeks pulled me closer to the thought.

When I finally made my way back up the flight of stairs and behind my front door, I took the first breath I think I’ve taken since the doorbell rang. The clock on the oven reads nearly eleven in the morning. The boxes strewn across my kitchen and living room floor are becoming a nuisance to me. One of the boxes in the kitchen is torn open in search of my coffee marker this morning.

As I turn off lights around my house, I get lost in the thought of him. Of his words and his rough touch against my soft skin. I walk down the hallways in complete darkness, my head filled with light and fluttering thoughts of Joel. I can feel the heavy dew that makes my eyes ache in need of sleep by the time I make it to my bedroom. As I get ready for bed, I pull back the sheets, brushing my teeth.

My thoughts betray me for another time. I can see him perfectly. His broad shoulders and that sharp jawline. It’s all I can think about as I get ready for bed. Thoughts follow me as I slip under the weight of the duvet and flat sheet.

Even my dreams betray me.

Before my dreams can take me away, the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand beside me pulls me away. In the shadows of the night, I reach over, patting the table. “You can’t ignore me forever, Y/n.” The text is bright on my scene. He's always right there no matter how hard I try to escape my past. Stalking me forever now. Brad the hip, society house leader at our modern college. I had caught his eye, and I was caught in his trap. Even as a freshman, it all felt wrong how fast everything went. He was never gentle or soft with me. Never caring about the things I yearned to be doing instead of standing next to him at another house party.

Did some guys just not understand boundaries did they not understand hundrends of miles meant that I was done with you, or did Brad understand and he just choose to be a complete and utter dick in every fashion of the word. I stare at the text, and just as I go to swipe it away another comes. “Come on Y/n, you know better then this.” I can hear his voice echoing with anger as he types angrily into his phones screen.

I set my phone down on this face, turning away from the buzzing, and vibrations opting for staring out my bedroom window into the beautiful scenery outside. I can see the truck in Joels driveway. “Miller construction” is written on the side of it. “Joel Miller.” The words follow together and right out of my mouth, and for a moment I’m not thinking about Brad, or how he’s becoming a rather tough thorn in my side. Joel takes over my thoughts once again and I forget all about my buzzing phone.

I don’t know how I managed toget up to Joels front door. Where my feet kept walking and my mind was left behind. Hell maybe it’s sitting next to my coffee cup as my coffee brews. It’s earlier then afternoon, but I still feel bad when joel answers the door in the same clothes from the night before. “Good mornin’ Y/n.” His voice is somehow thicker, and for a moment the time catches up with me. “Shit, I didn’t even. I’ll leave you be Joel.” I say tumbling over my words, and my feet. Landing with a pop of my ass at he bottom of his front porch stiars. The clamber of heavy foot steps shaking the hurt my aching head.

Joel is right at my side. “Holy shit, darlin’ that was uh stumble now.” He says with a bit of a chuckle in his rough morning voice. His hands are sprawled against my shoulder blades, and the other is taking my hand helping me up. “You doin’ alright?” He asks lowering down to look me right in the eyes. I can’t tell if it the tumble, or because Joel is so close but my head feels so dizzy.

“My head, just a little dizzy. Let me catch my…” My words are cut short by a dominant and sharp grasps that Joel has on my wrist. “You don’t even start with that shit now. You’re coming in and I’m gonna make sure you’re okay.” Joel says. It’s not a suggestion, and you don’t even care that Joel doesn’t really know you and he’s already bossing your around. Joel walks you into his house. The smell of wood, and coffee hits my nose at first, and he sets me down on the couches edge. “So what had you comin’ over at nearly ten in the morning?” The drawl in Joels voice keeps the dizzy feeling in my head away. “I was… you offered drinks.” The words finally leave my mouth and for a second I can breath.

“That’s quite alright dear.” Joels voice is soothing so much that the buzzing in my back pocket I can’t manager to give a single fuck. Joel offers me a cold sweating glass of water, “This is all for drinks until maybe a few days from now. If you got hurt form that fall you might not wanna drink.” Joel says until his brows arches, “Are you gonna get your phone?” He asks, I shake my head. I want to say ‘I’m in much better company then the one on the phone.’ I don’t though, “I’d rather not talk to him.” I shake my head at myself. I exposes myself in a new and totally irritating way. “Him?” Joels asks, there’s a dark hue behind his brown eyes. “Just an ex, who doesn’t get the words ‘We are done.’” I manageto get out with a chuckles as the water soothes the banging in my head. “Is that your daughter?” I ask into the silence of the room, the pictures on the walls show a happy, kinda happy, and then broken family. “My daughter and my soon to be ex-wife.” Joel answers.

“Relationship issues am I right?” I say laughing a litte to hard that it causes my head to hurt. Joel chuckles, “Yeha you’ve got me there Y/n.” Joel mutters as we get back into comfortable silence. “She’s just starting her last year of high school.” Joel adds, “Her names Sarah, she’s smart as a whip. Kicks my ass in pretty much everything.” Joel smiles fondly as he talk about his daughter. “Your truck? Is that what you do for work?” I ask pushing further not caring if he shuts down and pushes me out of his front door because for right now I’m getting to know my neighbor like I always should have. “Yeah, the names pretty self explanatory.” Joel laughs a tight lipped smile writte over his older features.

“Here, I’ll give you my card,” Joel says as he gets up quickly, pulling out his wallet. Pulling out a pretty sleek black and purple card. His name and number are written on one, and the other has everything he does within construction. “You just call me whenever you need me.”Joel offers. I can’t help but smile at him. “I will, Joel, don’t worry. You’ll be the first call whenever I’ve got issues with my appliances.”

Completed on: 09/16/23

Posted on: 09/18/23

The Last Of Us-

#joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller eventually smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller smut #fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #joel miller #tlou hbo #tommy miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us #joel tlou #dilf joel miller

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searchingforatrail · 1 year

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(snippet from my wip)

Summary: Racing was not the only thing Bumblebee got up to with Breakdown. And with the fool in GHOST custody, he’s left dealing with the consequences.

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If appealing was a word in the dictionary, as the humans would say, Knock-Out certainly fit the mark. He was everything Bumblebee hoped to be when he got older. Sleek and clean, even with the obvious exhaustion. Red optics alluring and entrancing, frame straight out of a dream. He was perfect, and if he and Breakdown hadn’t ruined it altogether, than Breakdown was one lucky mech.

Aside from a few brief greetings in the past, Bumblebee had never really spoken to Knockout. At least not in depth. Instead, he had opted to admire him from afar, immediately taken with him the moment he’d seen him hit the track. He was too afraid to make an idiot of himself in front of a mech he was nursing a secret crush on. It didn’t help that Breakout randomly invited him to their many races on Cybertron, leaving Bee alone with him for hours after he’d “forgotten” something in their home.

Needless to say, the feelings had not diminished. Only now, they were coupled with shame. He would go from hardly speaking to Knockout to “Hey, your conjux sparked me up and I need your help”. Bee wanted to implode.

“Ahh, the scout that got my conjux arrested. Can I help you?” He leaned against the door, the sun catching his ruby paint coat. Blue optics drank in the figure, practically glued to the red and black accents, and the small middle Knockout had been gifted with.

Great. Not only was he sparked with Breakdown’s kid, he was aroused by Breakdown’s partner.

Bee reset his vocalizer.

It was now or never.

“Um…your conjux and I…we sorta…we interfaced before the race, and now i’m, um–”

“Sparked? How irresponsible of Breakdown to do while he’s in prison,” Knockout scoffed. And to Bumblebee’s relief and mortification, he showed absolutely no signs of anger. Rather, he seemed mildly annoyed if one could call it that.

The calmness was frightening.

The red mech pushed off of the door frame, gesturing for the scout to enter. Bee, tense, followed his bidding. He made it a goal to keep his optics on the ground, shrinking beneath the weight of the amber gaze.

“Don’t look so intimidated, Scout. It’s not like I slept with your conjux.”

And there it was, the pent up anger rearing it’s ugly head. Bee whipped his helm upward, fully prepared to be struck or shot at. Both he’d deserve. Only, he was met with a wry grin and light giggling,

“Calm down. I was just joking.” Knockout managed through laughter. It was earnest, absent of anger or malice. He spoke to him as if they were old friend reminiscing on good times.

What the frag?

Is Knockout secretly threatening to kill Bee? Is he actually as carefree as he lets off? Is Bee a homewrecker??? Find out when I update this story, lol.

(hint hint its poly)

#knockout #kobd #knockout and breakdown #bumblebee earthspark #breakdown transformers #knockout tfp #transformers earthspark

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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I have absolutely shitty day so this soft night is a blessing for me.

Do you have any thoughts on how to cheer up subs? Do they have any rituals that always cheer them up, or do you have to do a specific thing? Maybe sometimes you have to get them little thing like plushie and cuddle them and after that they're good. (Could you include Oscar here?)

- 🪸

Firstly, I'm so sorry you had a shitty day! I know you sent this in yesterday but I didnt get time to answer it then so I hope it's okay that I'm only getting to it now! This is such a cute question and I'm gonna write a little bit about a few subs (including Oscar) :))

OSCAR:

Honestly I think quality time is the way to go for Oscar? He isnt very receptive to little gifts, he likes them of course, but they don't instantly make his mood better.

However, finding out that you've set aside an entire evening just for him? That will make him giddy for the ENTIRE day. If he texts you and says he's had an awful day and you tell him that he can choose a movie and watch it between your thighs? His day has been made.

Scenes are wonderful too of course. But what Oscar really needs to feel better is to be reminded that his dom loves and cares for him, so much so that they would put aside time for him.

CHARLES:

Charles actually tends to get upset quite a bit? It's NEVER because of you though. He could never be upset because of his dom, his dom is the light of his life. But you're his safe space, which means he shows you his true emotions and honestly he's just a very sensitive little boy?

But that's okay because making him feel better is genuinely the easiest thing ever. A little gift, like a plushie or a little chocolate always makes him feel better. But honestly just a hug and a forehead kiss will have him smiling too?

He gets upset a lot, but all he needs is some kisses and snuggles from his dom and he's happy again.

MICK:

Mick is usually a very happy sub, and it takes a lot to get him upset enough that it seeps into his time with you. Because normally the moment he's alone with you, it's like all his stress just melts away and he can be your happy good boy.

But when he does get upset enough that he can't be happy with you, then the trick is just to look after him?

It's happened enough times that you have a whole routine. First he gets a nice bubble bath, you undress him and get into the bath with him to wash him. Sometimes you'll give him a soft hand job in the bath, sometimes not. You'll often give him a massage then, nothing sexual just to relax him. Then he gets to cuddle on the couch with you, his head on your chest while you play with his hair. Just some nice quiet time where you take care of everything.

LANDO:

To be honest, Lando is a bit of a little shit. When he's upset, everyone knows about it and it becomes everyone's problem. Yet you're the only one who can reset him (to the point where sometimes his trainer will call you, begging you to please fly over and work your magic on Lando so that he can stop being a bitch to everyone).

And what he needs is one of two things. Sometimes it's just to unwind with you, to cuddle with you and watch funny videos and be able to decompress. Others times, when he's got too much energy and can't calm down, then you have to scene with him and be HARSH. That's usually the state he's in when mclaren call you, begging you to please just reset him.

You absolutely wreck him and then put him back together. And then he's back to being a happy Lando.

PIERRE:

If Pierre is upset, what he really needs is a safe space to decompress, that's it. You're his safe person, his dom is the one person he can trust with absolutely everything, the one person he knows for a fact will always keep his secrets.

So honestly you just have to let him kneel for you and bitch about everything that's been going on? He lets it all out, and he holds nothing back. You just sit there, letting him get it all off his chest. Then he'll be happy again.

#sub!pierre #sub!oscar #sub!lando #sub!charles #sub!mick #ms #pg #op #ln #cl #nsfw.#gn!reader #soft soft vibes #🪸

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valiantwombatpanda · 3 months

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I pass out a lot so here are my tips. Sometimes, I just KNOW it will happen and there's nothing that can be done. I started passing out before having an ED, so I'm a little bit of a pro 😅

1. Right before I pass out I get that *feeling.* it usually starts with black spots, tingling by my jaw/neck, a heaviness in my body and cold sweats. LEARN TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BODY'S CUE.

2. The moment you get the *feeling* sit down. It doesn't matter if you're on the floor. I once pretended to investigate Mac and cheese on the very bottom shelf of a grocery store because I rather have a small fall than a big one and risk a head injury. That would make it a much bigger deal to others around you and that's a sticky situation to get out of. If you are with a friend, explain that everything is fine, this happens from time to time, and not to worry. If they ask if they are supposed to do anything, tell them to just keep you company or ask them to get something for you. Don't panic or make a big deal because they will DEFINITELY panic.

3. I usually have room temp water with me to take REALLY small sips of, and if I can make it to a fan, I try to do that as quickly as my body will allow.

4. Doing steps 1-3 has helped with not falling unconscious, but it's also important to breathe, stay calm, and allow your body to fall unconscious if need be. It will only be for a few seconds and you'll probably wake up without even realizing you were unconscious. You can not focus too harshly on the symptoms because that can cause anxiety and worsen the situation. Just breathe and trust that your body is WANTING to fall unconscious for a reset. You will be okay. I can't explain how important it is to recognize when to try and overcome it and when to let go. Fighting it can sometimes cause the whole thing to drag out minutes longer than it has to vs. Letting go can cut the experience in half.

5. You can not always rely on communication to others. As someone who has experienced fainting since i was an elementary student, i ask for help when it is NEEDED.. sometimes you have to. But again, you can not rely on others to help or to even be there. There have been times I've passed out in public and didn't have the energy to ask for help (I was in a parking lot in 95+ weather. Someone eventually noticed), there have been times my voice is too small and too muffled for anyone else to understand me properly and because of my current state i can't do anything about it, there have been MORE times where I am completely alone and I had to learn how to handle it by myself.

Some things I carry for AFTER:

Deodorant, perfume, and some kind of wipe because cold sweats are gross. If possible, I will keep a spare shirt in my car or even in a sandwich ziploc in my purse.

Have an easy snack available. Nothing salty or tough to chew. Apple slices are great. I've noticed the juice and the easy crunch helps me feel better.

Water! Always have water with you. If you don't like carrying a million things like I do, make sure you have a $5 bill with you. You can buy water, or if you HAVE to kindly ask someone to buy you water if you're in the middle of passing out. The one time I did this I was worried they would just walk off with my $5, but people are usually kind and will get water. That's such a last resort tho.. please try and carry your own water.

For now these are my tips 🤷‍♀️

#st4rv1ng #thinsi #ana trigger #tw ana diary #tw restrictive ed #ana rant #thinspø #ana meal #ana bllog #ana #an0rexia #ana and mia

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lilypadlys · 4 months

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Domestic December Day 25 - Can't Stop Laughing (sorta)

So not gonna lie, I couldn’t come up with any ideas for today’s prompts specifically but I wanted to write something so I'm going a little off book. Branching off of “can’t stop laughing” I decided to ramble about what each of the ghouls do to cheer themselves up.

Notes: Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Ghoul Headcanons below the cut or on AO3

Cirrus: Cirrus has a temper on her so she generally needs some alone time to process things and figure out what’s wrong. She doesn’t want to end up taking it out on someone. Generally she’ll go play piano, either in her room or the abbey entrance. If she really needs to let it out, she’ll go to the chapel’s organ. She’s able to focus on playing as a way of calming down. Then she’ll cuddle with Cumulus or Zephyr to talk things out or just get some comfort.

Cumulus: Stress baking. It’s a distraction more than a coping mechanism. It occasionally gets to the point that Cirrus or Aether (sometimes both) will have to gently steer her out of the kitchen and squish her at the bottom of a cuddle pile to get her to relax and rest. Being like a mother figure in the pack, she takes on a lot of their stress and emotions and sometimes forgets that she’s allowed to ask for help or comfort as well.

Sunshine: Peppy music is a great way for Sunshine to get out of a funk. Be it pop, rock, metal, even jazz, just something with an upbeat and danceable feel. Dancing helps a lot too. Just moving to music and working though those negative thoughts. It’s a good outlet to release pent up stress or get herself smiling.

Aurora: She doesn’t get sad often so when she does, it really throws her for a loop. Everyone can tell something is wrong and they’ll all try to help. Sometimes all the attention makes her feel better but sometimes it feels claustrophobic. She’s learning how to navigate her emotional ups and downs and communicate what she needs in the moment.

Dewdrop: It depends. If he’s more angry than sad, typically he’ll want alone time to cool down and process. After that, he’s trying to be better about talking through things as a way of getting them off his chest. If he’s sad in general though, he becomes very clingy and cuddly. He’ll immediately hop in the first open lap he finds and demand cuddles until he feels better. If he knows what’s wrong he’ll also try to talk it out but sometimes he just gets the sads and that’s okay too.

Rain: He’s normally quiet but he gets even more so when he’s sad. He doesn’t really like to talk about it but enjoys quiet company to remind him the people love and care about him. Sometimes just quietly existing in the same room as his pack or curling up in a cuddle pile is enough to make him feel better. He’s also a great listener for the others that feel better after venting or talking.

Mountain: Like Sunny, Mountain finds movement helpful in clearing his head and processing things. He likes to do yoga, either in his room or out on the lawn. The quiet, deliberate movement is a great physical and mental reset. Often Rain will join him and they’ll just quietly exist together until they both feel a little better.

Aether: Queen of taking on everyone else’s emotions and dismissing his own. Like Cumulus, he takes on the pack’s stress (and even pain when healing them with quintessence), so he often puts his own needs aside. In the same way he is there for her, Cumulus is sure to remind him to take breaks and make time for his own needs.

Swiss: Like Dew, Swiss becomes very cuddly when sad. His mood swings can be pretty drastic and he used to isolate himself when on a low. The others have assured him that he doesn’t have to always be at 100%, that they won’t judge, and that they love him unconditionally. This has helped a lot and now he seeks out a cuddle buddy rather than hiding in his room alone. If Dew and Swiss are feeling bad around the same time they’ll often end up together in one of their beds or the common room floor. The latter always results in a whole pack cuddle pile.

Phantom: He’s pretty analytical about his emotions when he gets into a sad mood. Almost becomes detached. It’s useful for thinking things through and figuring out the cause if there is one but not so much for processing and feeling those emotions. Swiss and Mountain are helping him understand that it’s okay and actually healthier to cry or scream and just let those emotions out rather than bottling them all up.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons #ghoul headcanons #domestic december 2023 #lys writes

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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hi! i really need to write down my thoughts right now, but i also need someone to read this, so i figured you’d be the right person

it’s about 2:30 a.m. and i know i probably shouldn’t trust the thoughts that come up after midnight too much but i just can’t help but feel like i’m the most unlovable person to ever exist. and i’m not only talking romantic partners (that i obviously don’t have lol), but also friends and family. i’m no one’s first choice, not even second or third, i’m the one that gets picked if there’s no better option available. it’s always been that way and i don’t know why that is and i don’t know how to fix it…i know i can’t force others to love me. i always ask myself whether it’s the way i look or the way i act that makes people think: ugh no not her…or do i just give off the wrong vibes? but like there’s not much i can change about that as well and i don’t even know if i want to change myself.

i’ve been told that i should give it time and that eventually everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to…but what if it doesn’t? i want nothing more than a partner that i can give all my love to, that i can be gentle with, that i can be vulnerable with, that i can be committed to…but what if that’s not in store for me? do i just…move on? forget about it? but how will i move on if the thing i crave most is genuine human connection?

i don’t know…i think in the end it’s just me feeling so incredibly alone while other people around me seem happy and are someone’s number one priority. if something happened right now, good or bad, i’d have no one to call and that just makes me so sad to think about.

anyways, i will stop my rambling, thank you for taking the time to read this. i’m not sure if this even makes sense because i feel like i can barely string two sentences together right now, but still thank you! <3

-🐛

{Let’s Talk Loneliness and Feeling Loved…}

Hey heyy anon…!! First off, I am so proud of you for reaching out. Such a brave and vulnerable thing to do. Thank you for sharing. Second, everything you have said here is extremely valid. I want you to remember that. Remember that you and your feelings are valid. ♥️

Yes, as you said, it probably is not best to listen and believe your 2:30am thoughts. You’re most likely tired and not thinking thoroughly…. When you start feeling overwhelmed that late or early, try some techniques to comfort and calm yourself down. Maybe a cold shower or a hot bath (vice versa too), maybe some tea, or sometimes simply going to bed can be helpful to give yourself a kind of reset.

*sigh* I am sorry to hear that you feel unlovable, dear anon… In all aspects. I understand the feeling. Your feelings and experiences are extremely valid. You say that you’re never the first option, usually the last remaining one, and I am so sorry for you.

So you asked, are you unlovable, why do you feel so unlovable and how can you fix it?

Well for one, you are not unlovable. You at your core, as human being, are capable of love (unless you’re a psychopath or sociopath, but this is an aside). However, it is possible for trauma or for the person themselves to hinder their capability of love. This can happen sometimes when said person has been hurt, scarred, or traumatized in the past, so they put up walls to keep from being hurt. If you think this is possible for you, I highly recommend you seek professional help to accept, process, and heal from your trauma.

Second, you most likely feel unlovable because of the constant negative reassurance and the negative mindset you have around your lovability. When you have people constantly not choosing you, or people telling you that you’re unlovable, or you telling yourself that you’re unlovable, that affects you. And in turn, you will begin to believe it. Try to shift your mindset. Remind yourself that you can be loved. That you will be loved.

The most important relationship in life is the one you have with yourself. If you can’t love yourself, how can you expect others to love you. So think about your relationship with yourself. How can you improve it? How can you love yourself better? This is the first big step in healing from your feelings of being unlovable.

If people don’t like the way you look or your vibe, then they are not the people for you. Present yourself to the world in your most authentic and honest way of being, and the people who are worth your time will find you and you will find them.

Don’t move on or forget. That will lead you to neglect and ignore you and your human need for social connection. Instead, focus in on what you want to improve about yourself. Reflect the people you want to attract in your way of being.

But at the same time, don’t give it more attention than it deserves and needs. If you under-feed a plant or if you over-feed it, it can die nonetheless, no matter which method. You want to strive for moderation.

I’m sorry you feel alone. ♥️ I relate to those feelings of severe loneliness. I would remind you of these things: People aren’t what they appear, most people aren’t as happy as they appear. Let yourself be your main priority, if you don’t put yourself first, others won’t either. And lastly, reach out, don’t wait for others to pick you, pick them out first.

Of course, I am happy to take the time for you anon because you are worth it ♥️♥️. It all made absolute sense. You articulated yourself well. Thank you again for reaching out!! Don’t hesitate to reach out again and again, I’ll always be here to listen and give my two cents. Hope you have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

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rainnmaybank · 2 years

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if you’re looking for new playlists…

allow me to introduce you to mine…

the feeling of playing, dancing, walking in the rain, light a candle and get out your favourite book. meet- rainn’s rainy day

it’s warm, the grass is looking extra green and you just want to have a good time. meet- rainn waves

you wanna feel hot, not just any hot, grunge y/n hot from 2016. meet- warm summer nights

need something to calm your brain? just need to vibe? reset your energy? meet- humming

POV: all the windows are down, radio is blasting and the bass is boosted, arms/head/some body part hanging out the windows, 150km/h. meet- hanging out ur window

just something loud for when your angry and hate the world. meet- “it’s 11pm turn it down”

live in the 90’s for a minute, feel cool, be cool, love it like you’re there. meet- baggy jeans

skipping around a field, it’s spring! oh look a butterfly! meet- cloudy

really i just listen to this on drugs in my basement but it’s a vibe. meet- basement drugs

i made this for my friend, it’s just juju vibes soooo. meet- juju these remind me of you

TW!! deep in my ed, these songs remind me it’s okay to not be okay. meet- admitting i have a problem

emo rap. this gets updated like everyday tho. i love it maybe you’ll like it. meet- ur sexc

i add songs i really really like to this one so it’s a bit chaotic but very nice. meet- my favourite songs

walk around in the forest, you’re untouchable right now, nothing can get you. meet- ur alone in the woods

i listen to this when i’m writing about vance, but it’s just so good. meet- maybe we’re not so different

fall makes me think of love, soft songs and dancing well the leaves fall. meet- it’s fall and you like apple pie

it’s also fall but now it’s night time and you’re not completely mentally well. meet- it’s fall but you like pumpkin pie

country bangers don’t hate me. meet- country kiddos

maybe you don’t know exactly who you are, here’s something for when you’re contemplating. meet- soul searching

i made this while deeply in love with tom riddle. so angsty love. meet- my love

pretending you know how to drift but you’re sitting in your bed with your eyes closed. meet- drivers

i also make new ones all the time and can like 98% of the time make you an entire playlist just for one song.

#music #playlist #this is my coping mechanism #spotify #my playlist #new music #lets get high and fuck #get to know the writer #get to know the blogger

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kasienda · 2 years

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Confessions to a Statue - Ch 2

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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Chapter 2

Marinette went rigid in the seat next to him – making her own impression of a wax statue, Adrien surmised. He would have missed it entirely had he not been watching for it. Her anxiety around him had become so obvious, he wondered how he could have been oblivious for so long.

She twisted around in her seat to watch their two best friends retreating forms as they abandoned Adrien and Marinette for their own “lunch date”, before turning back to him with a fragile smile. He beamed back at her, hoping to put her at ease while he internally cursed Alya’s brute-like attempts at matchmaking.

He knew that the aspiring journalist meant well, but she was not actually helping. She had left Marinette alone with him for what had to be the fifth time in as many days. And the poor girl was unraveling on the edges, and trying so hard not to show it.

“So, uh, you are the party… I mean… are you excited about doing Nino! I mean going to Nino’s! Oh god!” Her face fell into her hands. “I thought I was getting better.”

He smiled. Thank god, he didn’t laugh. He had always thought her tendency to mix up words cute, but now that he knew the reason was that she had feelings for him, it was even more endearing. And she was so much easier to understand and read now. That wasn’t the problem.

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted, cutting off her garbled attempts at a sentence, with a hand on her shoulder.

The problem was he was second guessing every action he took and every word he said. Was putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down just a kind gesture? Or was it straying into leading her on territory? His tone of voice; was it too friendly when he tried to reassure her that he wasn’t going to bite her? Or was it too firm and direct, giving away that he knew why she was struggling?

“Just breathe for a minute,” he instructed, staring directly into her overblown blue eyes. “Take a minute to think about what you want to say, take another breath, and then say it.”

Forget, leading her on? Was this too condescending? Was it sexist of him to assume that she needed his coaching to get out her words? He was only trying to help, especially since she had shared her struggles with anxiety the week prior. But he didn’t know! And Alya kept stealing Nino away, so he had no one to ask!

He held eye contact as she took a breath and then another, smiling patiently.

“A-Are you excited about Nino’s party this weekend?” she finally asked.

He pulled his hand away and offered her a small smile. “Thrilled. I can’t believe my dad is letting me go to a co-ed sleepover! Nathalie must have talked him into it. It’ll be nice to get to spend time with all my friends. You’re going to be there, right?”

Her cheeks blossomed in pink. She was so cute when she did that.

Focus Agreste!

“If y-you’re there, I would miss it,” she said, her smile bright and genuine. Then her face fell. “I mean! Wouldn’t! I wouldn’t miss it!”

“I figured that’s what you meant,” he said patiently.

She grinned widely at him. “T-Thank you for helping me reset. So, I can get my words out.”

“I’m always happy to support you, Marinette. Anxiety is no joke, and your words are worth waiting for.”

Her blush deepened. It was adorable.

Their ordered lunch arrived, and they chatted about the upcoming party, their classes, and speculated on what powers the next akuma might possess while they ate. The conversation became less awkward as the meal continued. Really, she was only visibly nervous around him now when she was caught off guard. She could talk to him just fine when they were at school or hanging out with their mutual friends. Marinette was right, she had been getting significantly better at being able to talk around him. Alya just kept throwing her into the deep end of the pool, and Marinette’s nerves were likely fried after a week of it.

Adrien didn’t know what to do about any of it except be patient when Marinette’s tongue twisted all that she wanted to say.

Lunch proceeded without incident, but that didn’t stop Adrien from pulling out his phone while Marinette had excused herself to the bathroom to shoot off a text to Alya.

We need to talk.

What’s up, sunshine?

I’d prefer to talk in person. Meet me before school tomorrow?

Sure thing!

...

It had been easy to convince his driver that he had to be at school and hour and a half early for a project. That the project was personal, about and for Marinette, and not any of his classes, remained undisclosed.

“Morning, sunshine!” Alya greeted as she took a seat next to him on a bench outside the school building. “What did you want to talk about?”

He offered her a coffee in a paper to go cup, which she took gratefully.

“You need to stop leaving Marinette alone with me,” he began without preamble.

Her almond eyes narrowed into slits. “Why? You don’t like hanging out with my girl, Agreste?” She was like a mama bear protecting her cub when it came to Marinette.

“No, no, I think the world of Marinette!” he defended, his hands up in surrender. “I love spending time with her. I think that you might... you might be putting too much pressure on her.”

"What are you talking about?" she demanded.

"When she's alone with me it triggers her anxiety. And then when she can't get her words out, she just gets more upset. And you've thrown her into this situation every single day this week. She never gets a chance to recover or breathe. Her panic yesterday was worse than I’ve seen it get in a long time."

"Thrown her into what situation exactly?" Alya asked, her voice smooth and completely innocent.

"Uh... being alone with me?" he stammered.

"But why would that be stressful, Agreste? You're friends, right?” she pointed out. She took a sip of her coffee.

He shrugged, playing for innocence. "You'd have to tell me."

"Nino told you, didn't he?" she pounded a fist onto her lap. "I'm going to kill that boy!"

"No! Nino didn't tell me!" Adrien objected, determined to keep his friend out of trouble with his girlfriend when he hadn't done anything wrong.

"But you know," she accused, her eyes as sharp as Marinette’s needles.

He hesitated. He had no other explanation though. So, he nodded, albeit very reluctantly.

"How?"

His free hand rubbed the back of his neck without thought. He had forgotten what it was like to be under Alya’s gaze when she was in interrogation mode. "Actually, Marinette told me."

Ayla’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Marinette told you what, exactly?"

He had to admit, she was good. She wasn't going to betray Marinette's trust at all by giving him information he hadn’t already admitted to having, which meant if he wanted to truly have this conversation he’d have to come clean. He sighed.

"That she has feelings for me?" He winced at the uncertainty in his own voice.

"So, if she already confessed, why is being in your presence sending the poor girl into anxiety attacks?"

"She doesn't know that she confessed to me?" he offered, completely unable to maintain eye contact.

Alya shook her head. "That makes absolutely no sense."

"Yeah," he agreed, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck soothingly again. He was so screwed. Alya was going to kill him.

"Nino is so dead," she said, coming to her own conclusions.

"No! Wait!” His eyes shot to hers. “It really wasn't him! Marinette did tell me herself. I just... may have been pretending to be a wax statue at the time...?"

"What."

He squirmed under her disbelieving gaze. "Please don't hurt me," his begged, crossing his arms in front of his face in self-defense.

"I'm still undecided. Explain,” she said flatly.

He told her what happened. He spared not a single self-incriminating detail.

"You are such an idiot!” Alya scolded, lightly punching his arm. “Why on earth did you let her go that far?"

"It's not like I knew what she was going to say!” he snapped back, feeling defensive. “I thought she hated me!"

"What? That's ridiculous!" Her eyes flashed towards him.

"Is it? I have if she had a crush on me. I asked more than once! I asked about the pictures on her wall. I asked Nino the morning at the museum! They both said no!

She winced. "Nino lying is probably my fault. But it wasn't his place to tell you!"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Touché."

“And Marinette, she was probably just caught off guard. And she panicked.”

“Yeah, I’m learning that she says a lot of ridiculous things when she’s freaking out,” he said with a soft smile.

Alya smirked knowingly over the rim of her to-go coffee cup. "So, why haven't you asked her out then?"

He stared at her in shock, the smile falling from his face. "What? I... uh... Marinette's just a friend."

Alya’s jaw tightened, and Adrien found himself shifting slightly away from her, less she decided to punch him.

"Like hell she is! The way you give her that fond smile whenever she stumbles over her words! How you follow her with your eyes during class events. How about whenever there’s an akuma you practically body slam Marinette out of harm’s way while ignoring everyone else! That's not how you treat a friend, Agreste!”

His green eyes blinked dumbly, as words failed him completely. Did he really do all those things?

“Ugh!” Alya growled in frustration. “Nino said you always denied having feelings for her, but seriously! We both figured you were just embarrassed or something."

"Alya, I never meant to lead her or anyone else on,” he turned towards her, leaning forward beseechingly. “But I can't. I'm sorry. I'm in love with somebody else."

"Who?” she demanded. “You’re a sheltered child who doesn’t know anyone else!"

"Someone I... work with. It doesn't matter,” he dismissed the question with a wave of his hand. “The point is, Marinette deserves someone that can give her their whole heart. I don't know if I ever could and that's not fair to her. She deserves to be happy."

Alya deflated. "Damn it."

They sat next to each other, staring blankly across the street, in the silence created by the metaphorical dead end they had arrived at together.

Adrien took another sip of his coffee, which had grown lukewarm. "I was thinking that maybe we could try to hook her up with Luka," he offered.

"Luka?" she repeated.

"Yeah, he's clearly into her,” he turned back towards Alya, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. “She can't be totally unaffected. She brought him to the ice rink with Kagami and I." God, he had asked Marinette for help on his date! He was such an insensitive moron. Why had she agreed to help him with Kagami?

"That was her trying to get over you!” Alya countered harshly. “It didn't work. Even Luka could see it."

"Luka knows that Marinette likes me?" His cheeks felt suddenly warm.

"Oh, come on! Everyone knows that Marinette likes you! She’s so obvious! You're just oblivious."

"I didn't," he muttered petulantly, trying to mask his own embarrassment.

"Apparently, you do!"

They stared at each other unhappily.

"So, how do we fix this?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Alya sighed. "I don't think we can. Unless, you're willing to give up on whatever model bimbo has caught your eye?"

He wanted to object. Ladybug was not some bimbo even if he privately thought she could be a model! (But only if she wanted. He didn’t particularly enjoy the role or attention). Instead, he chose not to react, and just shook his head.

"If she ever does manage to confess, promise me you'll be gentle," Alya said, her hazel eyes soft with care for their mutual friend.

"I don't actually want to break her heart," Adrien looked down at his own coffee, finding himself unable to make eye contact.

"Then don't,” she begged. “Give it a chance.”

"I... I want her to be with someone who can make her happy. I don't think I can do that if I'm in love with someone else."

"That's surprisingly mature of you, sunshine." Alya finally conceded.

"So, you're not mad at me?"

"I'm livid!" She punched his arm again for good measure.

He rubbed the affected area even as he scowled at his friend.

"But I get it. I really do.” She looked up at him then, her mouth twisted into a smirk. “So… are you at least going to tell me who this girl is?"

“Oh, hell no! I’ve seen how vicious you can be. There’s no way I’m subjecting myself or her to that.”

Alya laughed. It was an evil laugh of a wicked stepsister he decided. “That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said all morning.”

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