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[headspace-hotel]

I will write this thought about Veganism and Classism in the USA in another post so as to not derail the other thread:

There are comments in the notes that say meat is only cheaper than plant based foods because of subsidies artificially lowering the price of meat in the United States. This is...part of the story but not all of it.

For my animal agriculture lab we went to a butcher shop and watched the butcher cut up a pig into various cuts of meat. I have had to study quite a bit about the meat industry in that class. This has been the first time I fully realized how strongly the meat on a single animal is divided up by socioeconomic class.

Like yes, meat cumulatively takes more natural resources to create and thus should be more expensive, but once that animal is cut apart, it is divided up between rich and poor based on how good to eat the parts are. I was really shocked at watching this process and seeing just how clean and crisp an indicator of class this is.

Specifically, the types of meat I'm most familiar with are traditionally "waste" parts left over once the desirable parts are gone. For example, beef brisket is the dangly, floppy bit on the front of a cow's neck. Pork spareribs are the part of the ribcage that's barely got anything on it.

And that stuff is a tier above the "meat" that is most of what poor people eat: sausage, hot dogs, bologna, other heavily processed meat products that are essentially made up of all the scraps from the carcass that can't go into the "cuts" of meat. Where my mom comes from in North Carolina, you can buy "livermush" which is a processed meat product made up of a mixture of liver and a bunch of random body parts ground up and congealed together. There's also "head cheese" (made of parts of the pig's head) and pickled pigs' feet and chitlin's (that's made of intestines iirc) and cracklin's (basically crispy fried pig skin) and probably a bunch of stuff i'm forgetting. A lot of traditional Southern cooking uses basically scraps of animal ingredients to stretch across multiple meals, like putting pork fat in beans or saving bacon grease for gravy or the like.

So another dysfunctional thing about our food system, is that instead of people of each socioeconomic class eating a certain number of animals, every individual animal is basically divided up along class lines, with the poorest people eating the scraps no one else will eat (oftentimes heavily processed in a way that makes it incredibly unhealthy).

Even the 70% lean ground beef is made by injecting extra leftover fat back into the ground-up meat because the extra fat is undesirable on the "better" cuts. (Gross!)

I've made, or eaten, many a recipe where the only thing that makes it non-vegan is the chicken broth. Chicken broth, just leftover chicken bones and cartilage rendered and boiled down in water? How much is that "driving demand" for meat, when it's basically a byproduct?

That class really made me twist my brain around about the idea of abstaining from animal products as a way to deprive the industry of profits. Nobody eats "X number of cows, pigs, chickens in a lifetime" because depending on the socioeconomic class, they're eating different parts of the animal, splitting it with someone richer or poorer than they are. If a bunch of people who only ate processed meats anyway abstained, that wouldn't equal "saving" X number of animals, it would just mean the scraps and byproducts from a bunch of people's steaks or pork chops would have something different happen to them.

The other major relevant conclusion I got from that class, was that animal agriculture is so dominant because of monoculture. People think it's animal agriculture vs. plant agriculture (or plants used for human consumption vs. using them to feed livestock), but from capitalism's point of view, feeding animals corn is just another way to use corn to generate profits.

People think we could feed the world by using the grain fed to animals to feed humans, but...the grain fed to animals, is not actually a viable diet for the human population, because it's literally just corn and soybean. Like animal agriculture is used to give some semblance of variety to the consumer's diet in a system that is almost totally dominated by like 3 monocrops.

Do y'all have any idea how much of the American diet is just corn?!?! Corn starch, corn syrup, corn this, corn that, processed into the appearance of variety. And chickens and pigs are just another way to process corn. That's basically why we have them, because they can eat our corn. It's a total disaster.

And it's even worse because almost all the USA's plant foods that aren't the giant industrial monocrops maintained by pesticides and machines, are harvested and cared for by undocumented migrant workers that get abused and mistreated and can't say anything because their boss will tattle on them to ICE.

#agriculture #it's so messed up #plants #livestock

[pupkashi]

sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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[ovaryacted]

I think Leon (4make specifically) fucking away those awful period cramps is hot ngl. He's a babygirl like that and literally anything to make his baby feel better.

Like, i think he'd suggest or heck if asked he's just there wanting to make sure you're alright and comfy first and foremost but boy does he deliver. I love him what else can i say

MDNI/18+. NSFW. | cw: discussions of menstruation & period sex note: not everyone's menstrual cycles are the same or behave the same, some people have very harsh and violent periods and others can manage their cycles better. everyone is different and that is okay, and if this doesn't apply to your situation that is okay as well. this is merely a generalization of having intimacy during that time of the month. 🫶

PERIOD SEX YEAHHHHHHHHH. But yes anon, I love him too. I feel like obviously, Leon would be attentive and soft when it comes to comforting you on your cycle, but if the horny monster sneaks up on you he won't deny it. If anything, I think he'll be the one to try to suggest it or ease you into the idea because it could help you feel better. He only does things based off of your comfort level, so unless your cramps are really pissing you off, he'll leave you alone.

Leon is much more gentle and considerate when you're on your period, a bit less handsy, and pays more attention to reading your body cues. You don't have to ask him to do anything, he's already doing it before you have to open your mouth.

You're cold? He's getting you a blanket and wrapping it around you. Your cramps are beating your ass? He comes in with a bottle of Tylenol, a heating pad, and some tea sweetened just the way you like. You're hungry or you want some food? He'll get you whatever you want or cook something if you really ask for it. Your boobs are feeling sore? He's pushing your shirt up over your chest and using his strong hands to knead at your swollen skin until you feel better.

Whatever you want, you get, even if you're not entirely sure how to vocalize the things you need at the moment.

What you hate the most about your cycle is how badly you want to be near Leon, rubbing up against his firm chest and having his hands over you. The comforting touches turn into heavy petting as you bring your lips to his own, softly grinding into his pelvis and running your fingers through his hair. You can feel him get hard against you, your body more sensitive and on edge, the ache in your gut meshing in with the light cramping.

You want more, of course you do. You're practically vibrating over Leon's lap and he can feel it from the way you shift against him. But it looked like a massacre between your legs, and the last thing you wanted was to come off as an insane horndog. Pulling away from Leon's lips, you sigh in defeat as your hormones go haywire, about to move off of him completely before his hands keep you planted on top of him.

"You don't have to stop if you don't want to, I don't mind", he tells you with plump lips, caressing your cheek with one hand and the other touching your hip under your T-shirt.

"I know but...we can't do much anyways. It feels nice just kissing you", you said with a shrug, leaning forward to kiss him again and exhale a breath through your nose.

"Says who? If you want to mess around, we can you know? It's just me", Leon gives you a lopsided grin in reassurance.

"Leon, that kind of stuff...it's weird and gross, and messy...", you were giving him excuses, looking away from him bashfully but you couldn't ignore the way his words made your body warm up at the suggestion.

"Some people like doing things while they're on their cycles, something about it helping their cramps. I read it in a study a while ago", he said as if this was the easiest thing for him to imply. He did read a study that said something about sex helping diminish cramps, and he may or may not have asked Claire for tips on how to make you feel more comfortable on your cycle.

But period sex with your loving boyfriend? That seemed too farfetched and too much to ask for.

"If you want me to help you out that way, all you have to do is ask me. I won't judge you sweetheart", Leon cupped your face with both hands, looking at you with intense blue eyes. You looked into his gaze to find any sense of deceit, but all you found was his desire.

"You sure you won't find it gross?", your voice was more curious now, the arousal you felt earlier coming back stronger.

"You're talking to someone who kills monsters for a living, blood would be the last thing that bothers me", he chuckled, giving you one final kiss on your lips and rubbing the tip of his nose against your own.

"Want me to make you feel better?", he asked you gently, and the moment you nodded at him he wrapped his arms around you to mesh your body with his own.

He's still gentle as he has you with your back pressed into the mattress, a towel underneath you and your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Leon was fucking into you at an even pace, taking it slow and focusing on the way you tightened around him every time he pushed back inside you. With every swivel of his hips, he fills you up entirely before pulling his hips back, doing it again and again as he leaves kisses all over your neck.

Your body was more responsive to him, every nerve lit like a match and burning over like melting wax. You could feel him, smell him, not wanting to part from him for one second as you whined into his shoulder.

"Feel so damn hot, so good for me baby", Leon grunts against you, nipping at your chin and hitting that spot tucked inside you. You cried out underneath him, thighs beginning to shake as you felt your release building with every thrust he gave you.

Everything felt good, better than good, your body wound tight from the pleasure that made you roll your eyes and focus on Leon's cock filling you the way you craved. You didn't know if you should be thanking him or the study he read, but turns out they were right. This was much better than taking multiple Tylenol pills at a time, and as you came hard around him, your cramps were the last thing on your mind.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #I also wanted to write a full fic to this but I'm nervous lol #normalize period sex for those who want it obvi

[llamagoddessofficial]

May we please have more crumbs of farmtale sans?

I wanna follow the trail to the source 👀

I'm SO glad that everyone seems to like farmer Sans as much as I do. It warms my heart to see people appreciating the bumpkin.

Here's more romantic-leaning headcanons.

Though his giving love languages are gifts and acts of service, his receiving love languages are very different. He likes doing stuff for his loved ones but he's incredibly awkward when you do stuff for him; he appreciates it, of course, but he won't know how to react.

He prefers receiving quality time, and touch.

Offer to accompany him on one of the many long car rides that come with living in the country. You can listen to music together on the shoddy radio. Do the early morning farm rounds with him! You don't even have to help- he might actively stop you from helping, bundling you in his coat because he's worried about you getting too cold or tiring yourself out. He'll see you nodding off while standing (it's 5am) and he'll scoop you up so you can sleep against his shoulder. He only needs one hand to do his chores anyway.

What matters to him is you're there.

Alternatively, give him casual gentle touch. It drives him wild. Put your hand on his arm when you laugh at his jokes, bump him when he's being teasing, nudge his knee with yours. Lean on him for any reason. He's good at masking how flustered he is in the moment but later, he'll be hiding his face in his pillow while recalling it.

A gentle touch on his cheekbone will have him flustered for days.

He's unintentionally a great flirt. He has a very soothing voice, and if he speaks softly enough completely normal polite sentences sound incredibly hot. He'll wink and say "i'm likin' the new hair, dolly. s'real cute." and you'll be reeling.

During winter, you'll pretty much never be alone. Either you're at his and Papyrus' place, or they're at yours. They're worried about you feeling lonely.

He tells his plants all about you. He's even named his favourite flowers after you. He'll take that secret to his grave.

It's not just Papyrus who's vying for you and Sans to end up together. It's pretty much the whole monster community. Sans, the quiet fella who's never enthusiastic about anything at all, is head over heels for the new human in town? A good love story is ALL the rage somewhere nothing ever happens. You've got an entire community desperate to hear wedding bells.

Sans is completely unaware of the fact that you might think he's hot while working. You see a confident, strong, sexy skeleton with his sleeves rolled up over his big arms. Meanwhile the second he notices you're approaching, he's sniffing his shirt because he's self conscious of how intensely he smells of cows and sweat.

Having just said he doesn't do great with receiving gifts... if you cook something for him he'll love you forever.

He's prone to jealousy. It doesn't show, but he'll pout if he feels like someone is stealing your attention. Time is a valuable currency in the countryside and he doesn't like when someone steals yours from him.

#llamagines #tldr gib him a kiss even if hes stinky

[nctsplug02]

horny dad jaehyun

hands off || jeong.j

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: creampie, horny dad!jaehyun, clit play, dirty talking, sexual touching, groping (ass and tits), nipple kink (sucking and pinching), unprotected sex missionary and riding.

pairing: horny dilf!jaehyun x milf!reader,, extras: dreamies (no mark, sorry!), jaemin as the son and sungchan as the baby brother!

6K post! thank you, loves! i love you all so so much! i am very grateful for you all. thank you for the love and support! 💗

“mom! dad! i’m home from school! and i brought some friends!” jaemin shouts and tucks his keys away into his backpack.

“welcome home, hon. hi, boys.” you greet the group of teens. “you boys hungry?” you adjust the child on your right hip. “ah, we just had tteokbokki, ma.” jaemin throws a frown towards you. “oh, that’s okay. just let me know if you boys are hungry or bored.”

they all nod before running off to jaemins room.

you turn when hearing heavy breathing. “hey, babe. did you fix rubies sink?” rubie is the seventy-six year old neighbor who lived alone and behind your house. “yep— she tried paying me again, but i declined it.” he yanks his shirt off and uses it to wipe his sweat.

“such a sweet old lady.” you walk up to him and you lift yourself on your tiptoes while pressing your lips onto his.

“is jaemin home now?” you nod, adjusting the boy on your hip again. “he is— and he brought some of his friends. i totally forgot that he’d asked me last week if he could have some friends over to spend the night. i mean, i didn’t even get food and snacks and drinks— oh, my.” you sigh dramatically and jaehyun chuckles. “i can run to the store and get some things for them. board games, snacks, juice, movies, dinner?”

you grin in relief. “i’m so thankful to have you.” you press your hand on his chest before leaning up and pressing your lips onto his again. “and i’m very thankful to have you.” he stares at your lips as you pull away.

the boy on your hip starts to fuss as jaehyun pats your hips. “ooohh’m, you getting mad?” you push your lips out at the boy who starts to whine. “you hungry? mm’okay, let’s get some nummy food.” your husband stares down at you with the toothy and goofiest grin.

“hi, sweet boy. did you just wake up from your nap?” jaehyun asks— after all, the child cried for hours because of a small fever. “what a cutie.” jaehyun lightly pinches the boys cheek.

you frown as the boy starts to whine. “awww, is daddy being mean? say, no daddy. be nice.” you mimic a baby voice and jaehyun laughs.

“alright, i’ll go get the stuff and you’ll feed sungchan?” you nod and jaehyun plants a kiss on your forehead. “okay, i’ll be back in an hour or so.” he says checking his watch. “‘kay, love you.” you lean forward. “love you more.” he presses his lips onto yours before he swipe his phone, keys and wallet off the kitchen counter and leave.

it was 8PM and dinner was finished.

“jaemin, sweetheart, do you mind doing the dishes before you go play games with dad and your friends?” jaemin nods, quickly finishing his bowl before coming over to you. “thanks, hon.” you side-hug him and press a kiss on his temple.

“mrs jeong, may i know how you made this dish? i want to make it for my mom one day.” haechan asks and you grin.

you were gonna get into this. “i diced some garlic into small pieces and let it simmer in some oil. then i added some meat and let it cook for a bit until adding some oyster sauce and some chili powder. then i added some buk-choi after the meat was cooked.”

the group of boys hum. “did you guys—? oohh, no! channie!” you gasp when seeing channie covered in baby food.

you make your way to the boy who giggles. “he looks like an actual sandman character!” jeno points out making sungchan giggle even more. “is that’s funny, channie?” you ask the boy who tosses his arms up.

“now, we definitely have to give you a bath tonight.” you sigh, undoing the tray from his high-chair and unbuckling him out. “okay, well you boys do what you want— i’m gonna go give this little boy a bath.” you tickle his belly making him giggle.

they watch as you leave upstairs. “what a milf.” haechan makes a comment and earns a smack to his head from jaemin who returns from the kitchen. “i’m sorry.” he hangs his head low and quickly apologizes. “don’t make those comments about my mom.” jaemin grits his teeth and curls his lip.

“alright boys,” jaehyun comes into the dining room and claps his hands together. “you boys ready to play some games? i set it all up.” they quickly cheer and hop out of their seats.

“is everyone comfortable?” you ask after the movie is finished. “yes!” they all answer and you grin.

it was 11PM and they’d just finish playing games, meanwhile you had to put sungchan to bed before wishing the boys a goodnight.

“goodnight, kiddos. sweet dreams and, don’t let the bedbugs bite. tomorrow we’ll get up early and i’ll make some delicious breakfast for us before we head out and mess around.” you shut the light off and they all wish you a goodnight as you shut the door.

you sigh as you make your way to your bedroom. “hi, baby.” jaehyun was yanking off his shirt when he greets you. “hi, hon.” you tiredly grin, swiping your shirt off and grab the shirt he had just took off.

“ah,” his head turns to you. “baby, that’s dir—?” he pauses and clears his throat. “your.. you aren’t wearing a bra.” you toss the shirt over your head. “yeah, i didn’t feel like wearing one today.” you fix the shirt.

you look up to see your husband flushed.

after being married for years, he’d always get shy when seeing you naked.

“uhm,” he clears his throat. “i’ve been wearing that shirt all day, im sure it’s dirty. how about we get you a clean one of mine from the closet—?” you press your lips together. “mm, i guess you have a point.”

he gulps as you swipe the shirt off again. “or.. or you don’t have to wear a shirt to bed, tonight?” a smile grows on your lips. “i guess we could also do that.” he gets giddy as you toss the shirt.

“i feel.. so exposed?” you laugh and cover yourself. “what? no, no. you look so beautiful.” he takes a step closer and cups your breast from underneath.

with puppy eyes, he looks at you. “may i?” you knew what he wanted, so you nodded.

he picked you up and places you on the dresser under the TV. his mouth is then attached to you nipple after you had wrapped your arms around his neck.

he groans in satisfaction.

you tasted like sweet honey.

you run your fingers through his semi-wet hair. taking a fistful of it from the scalp. you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be loud as you moan quietly.

he tongue swirls around your hard nipple and sucks. he bites down making you gasp a bit. “mr jeong,” you say in a teasing tone. he groans around your nipple, again and lifts you off the dresser.

he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “my pretty lady.” he whispers, swiping your nipple with his thumb. “such a pretty.. pretty lady.” he undoes his sweats and hisses when grazing his rock-hard cock.

“feel what you do to me, baby.” he brings your hand down and allows you to fist his cock. “oh, baby.” he groans, hiding his face into your neck.

you lift his head and look down at his plumped lips. “you’re so loud, baby. do you want to wake up the boys?” jaehyun groans and brings his red face back into the crook of your neck. you grab his hand and push aside your panties, placing his hand on your core.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” jaehyun sighs and slips in two fingers making you arch your back off the bed. “and only for you.” you whisper and jaehyun flips the two of you over.

“ride me, baby.” jaehyun says, his pink cock sitting against his abdomen while your pussy drips.

you stand his cock up and sink yourself down on his cock. long extended groans leaving jaehyun and your throats.

“fuck.” jaehyun squeezes your waist and slowly pushes up. “slow.” you say, hands around his wrists. “whatever you want, baby.” jaehyun guides your hips back and forth.

your clit rubbing against his base as you moan under your breath.

you sigh and lower your upper half down, pressing your breasts firmly against jaehyuns chest. “how does it feel, baby?”

like your head weighted 300 pounds.

“feels.. so amazing.” jaehyun holds your hips still and pushes up his hips. “sit still and let me hear how pretty you sound.” jaehyun grunts and slides his hand down your ass cheek.

your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder by each second. “j—jae, i—i’m gonna cum.” you gasp and arch your chest against jaehyuns. “go ahead, baby. cum for me.”

jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. “ah—!” jaehyun winces at your teeth digging into his shoulder. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and plows harder. his balls flying up and smacking against your ass.

“b—babe!” jaehyun covers your mouth when you accidentally scream too loud. but, you could care less. your g-spot was busy being assaulted by his tip. “and, i—im the loud one?” jaehyun laughs.

after several more minutes, jaehyun releases his load with a groan. his teeth attacking your flesh while his cum dribbles past your lips.

jaehyun flips the two of you over and pushes himself up, his cock slowly drawing out. “round two?” you ask and jaehyun smirks. “of course, baby.” you groan and jaehyun laughs.

“i’ll do the work, momma.” jaehyun holds your legs up and hangs them over his shoulders.

“oh, my god.” you gasp and place your hand on jaehyuns hip when he pushes in. “shh, lets not wake up the boys and ruin mommy and daddy time.” jaehyun spanks your ass.

you grab the pillow and cover your face, muffling your screams and moans. “you’re so cute when you do that.” jaehyun rubs the stinging area where jaehyun had smacked just a few seconds ago.

“your pussy feels so good, baby.” jaehyun places his thumb on your clit and your hips stutter. “s—stop!” you hold his hand but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.

you clench around him and jaehyun lands another smack on your ass. “don’t tease me like that, baby.”

you and jaehyun went, again for several more rounds.

“did anyone hear what happened last night?” jeno asks when everyone else wakes up. “what happened?” haechan asks. “did sungchan wake up and cry all night?” jaemin asks and jeno shakes his head.

“your parents were having sex all night.” jaemin groans and covers his ears.

they all flinch when they door swings open. “oh, good. you boys are awake.” you grin at the boys. “i was just going to make breakfast. it’ll be ready in a few minutes.” you slowly close the door.

“milf.” haechan says and covers his head this time.

A/N: this was so shit.

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[bettysupremacy]

Hi! How are you? I hope everything is well :) I saw that your requests open and I actually requested this 2 months ago but I know sometimes Tumblr eats some asks so I wanted to ask again. If you do not like the idea feel free to ignoee but may I request a James Potter fic where the reader is a bit insecure when it comes to romantic stuff because she has never dated anyone so when James and the reader start dating she gets really shy about everything and James helps her feel comfortable with all of it maybe? I hope you like the idea! Thanks in advance :)

Hi!! I actually think I may have written that here. If not, here’s this for you<3 If that was it, yay!! Here’s another!! Short but sweet

Dating is fun.

You’ve gotten used to that fact slowly. Having a boyfriend is fun. They’re nice, and silly, and let you have the last slice of pie. They laugh, and kiss, and sit you on their laps at cookouts.

This is also a fact you have not been opposed to getting used to.

“Having fun?” James eyes twinkle towards yours.

You sit on his lap, mildly embarrassed of the hand he splays on your thigh, gently leaning into the touch. He leans further into you affectionately, moving to murmur in your ear.

“D’you want something to drink?”

“Um,” You hum back, distracted. By his warm hand, or the sparkling lights above, he doesn’t know.

The clement air blows past your cheeks, simultaneously warming and nipping you. James holds a beer in his hand, you in the other, and looks so dazzling in the golden lighting of the setting sun, you wish you could snap a photo.

“Another lemonade?” He asks, watching your head turn at the abrupt smell of Sirius’s cheeseburgers. “Or hungry?” He smiles.

You smile shyly back, pushing your face into the crook of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Me too.” He nods, serious. “Want me to build you a plate?”

You think honestly. You don’t want to be too showy. To flaunt the new relationship you’re still navigating. But Dorcas builds Marlenes plate, and Remus helps Sirius cook, whilst Mary holds Lily. This is what couples do.

“Extra onions?” You ease out slowly. “On the burger?”

He smiles, thrilled you’ll let him go up there for you. “You’re disgusting.”

You laugh abashedly. “Lily makes them yummy.”

“Veggies on your burger,” He scoffs, head shaking in a no-nonsense way. “I cant condone that behavior.”

“You eat onions on your hotdogs.”

“Different.” He begs.

You smile. “How-so?”

“Well for one I’m not a freak and it’s a chili-dog.”

“So you condone chili burgers?”

“No, Angel,” He sighs, faux serious. “I’m not a sociopath.”

“I’ll get my own-“

“No!” He laughs startled, shoving you off of him gently in a quick change of moods. The garden chair creaks, much more empty without his boyish presence. “I don’t condone it, but I’ll get it for you.”

He leans down, lips begging for a kiss as he puckers dramatically in your face. You glance to your friends.

“No one’s looking.” He reassures, pulling your face to his, longer than expected.

“We are!” Mary giggles from the sliding doors.

“Lovingly!” Marlene clarifies while being dragged by her black haired friend.

“Bugger off!” James laughs, looking back, before resting his pretty gaze on you. Slowly he dips down to steal another soft kiss from you. It satisfies something aching in his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

“We get it!” Sirius yells from the grill.

“Enough!” Remus finishes, dimples popping out.

James sighs, a hand running over his eyes. Before you can protest, he plants another chaste kiss to the side of your lips. “Be right back.”

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time ┊Mama’s Harvest ꒱

『♡』 pregnancy

Your fingers fiddle with the little flower bud in your hands and you use the back of your hand to wipe sweat from your forehead. The sun is beginning to beat down on you, drenching your skin in rays.

“Almost done?” Katsuki startles you, leaning over from behind where you kneel.

You bounce, dropping the flower and turning around to give him a glare.

“Yeah, jus’ gotta finish pollinating the squash or it’ll produce less..” You remind, returning to the task at hand.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes and begins making his way through the garden with a basket in hand. Leaves rustle and the tell-tale sound of stuff flopping to the ground let’s you know he’s harvesting.

“Babe..” He calls and you glance over in his direction.

“Hmmm?” You wonder, nearly finished with your chores.

“How many peppers did you plant?” Katsuki inquires and you freeze.

“Uhhh..” Your mind races for an answer and you begin counting on your fingers. Whispering to yourself and naming off varieties.

“We’re gonna drown in peppers, holy shit.” He jokes, rounding one of the rows with a massive basket filled with different pepper varieties.

Katsuki rushes you inside, complaining that you shouldn’t be in the heat for too long and you pout. Still, you do as told and go inside to make lunch and relax.

There’s a lot of pros to your husband being a pro hero. One, you don’t need to work. You can if you want to but you don’t. Katsuki gives you all the money you want and more, no questions asked.

He doesn’t push unrealistic expectations on you, either. You had a career for years of your relationship and for the first two years of being married.

But when Katsuki came behind you with red cheeks and shy eyes, saying he wanted s little one, it was time for a change. Pregnancy is hard on the body and both of you thought it would be best to have you home for at least the first three years of the little melons life.

You aren’t far along, either. But your husband is persistent.

You watch from the kitchen window as he grabs another basket and scissors, only to come back with an abundance of herbs and fruits. Nothing in life rivals these moments.

You turn, grabbing s large knife and a cutting board to begin slicing a bunch of green onion. The knife hits the bamboo with a satisfying “knock knock knock” and you sigh in content.

Nausea bubbles in your throat and you push it down, thinking about all good things.

The door creaks open and Katsuki places the woven baskets on the table. You hear footsteps before his large hands are on your lower tummy. His head comes to rest on top of yours, where the places a kiss and sighs.

“So, when should we tell ma?” He ponders.

The cutting stops and you set down the metal utensil, turning to face him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders where they lay purchase, tugging your body closer to his own.

“Mmm.. not sure m’ love. Whadd’you think?” You mirror his mindset, unsure of what the best option would be.

“Well you’re the one growing the baby, so I thought you’d wanna do it a certain way- I dunno people get sentimental about this shit.” Katsuki’s damp lips come to rest on your forehead for a moment.

“Well I can’t hide it much longer- fuck it why don we just invite them over for dinner to get some of these peppers? We can tell em then!” You propose, shooting a look at all the excess fruit and vegetables.

“Yeah, we can do that, I’ll tell ‘em. What time?”

Katsuki’s breaking away, using his hip to bump you over so he can take over cooking. You smack his shoulder and he flinches. It stings even when he’s got a dark grey shirt on, no match for your mood.

You scowl and grab another cutting board and a bell pepper. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Baby I’m pregnant not dying. I’m cutting the damn bell pepper. And mm eight, we’ll do that.”

Before long, all the colorful foods are cut and turned into a large dinner. Sitting in front of you is chicken legs smothered in seasonings and drizzled in gravy over mashed potatoes. Your stomach grumbles and you nearly sigh in relief when his parents walk in.

The conversation continues as normal until you’re met with a wave of nausea. Your face scrunches and despite attempting to hide it- his mother notices. His father isn’t paying any mind, looking at the massive side salad you’ve prepared.

Her eyes narrow and her mouth opens.

“So, uh-“ Katsuki begins, cherry eyes flicking over to meet your own.

“I’m pregnant.” You reveal and his mother slaps the shit out of katsuki on instinct.

It isn’t malicious, she’s practically bouncing. A wide grin wipes across her face and she looks toward her husband with a giggle.

“Fucking FINALLY!” She yells and katsuki looks at her incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that Katsuki! I’ve been wanting grand babies for years now!” His mother scolds, looking at you with a bright smile.

Katsuki takes a breath, nice and slow to steady himself, while your mother prods with questions. You’re eating, talking about the ins and outs of pregnancy while his father pitches in warmly.

He grumbles in the corner, telling his mom to shut up, and makes faces at some of the things he didn’t expect.

“Yunno, with this asshole, I really craved sweets. But the hardest part of being pregnant with him was probably the hemorrhoids and kicking. God- the kicking was horrible.” His mother explains, stuffing a last bite of mashed potato in her mouth.

You giggle at your husbands angry and confused face from the side. He seems almost offended that pregnancy could be so horrible.

“Why was the kicking so bad?” He pokes, much more gentle than usual.

“Ahh.. it feels like butterflies at first, yunno? But you moved a lot-“ she grabs a sip of water, tilting her head towards him, and places the glass back down.

“-that’s fine and all at first. But you got stronger and it hurt, at one point you had your foot pressed against my ribs for two hours! You’d just kick and it was a constant mild uncomfortable feeling..”

The blonde to your right furrows his brows and takes a sip of his own water. The metal fork he was once using placed on the side of his dish.

“Well, that… makes sense.” Katsuki thinks out loud and looks over towards you.

The dinner ends with kisses and hugs. His mother says she’s coming over in a few days with a couple pregnancy life savers and demands to have copies of the ultrasounds.

Katsuki takes his time that night while you bathe. He massages your shoulders and back, up your ankles and thighs and kisses your tummy. You catch him whispering for the little melon to be sweet to you and nearly coo at the man.

The next day, he brings in a large notebook and grabs a pen. “Baby Food” is messily written at the top and you smile.

A kiss is placed to the top of his head, then a kiss to your lower stomach, like it’s becoming routine.

There’s something fond, simple, and beautiful about the way he falls into fatherhood without question.

#pregnancy #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #strawberry cake #boba time #boba series: garden

[messrmoonyy]

- you sunshine, you temptress

Tess Servopoulos x Female reader

Request- already in like Jackson, and so Ellie and Joel live together but Tess doesn’t. They’re new in town so they’re still not used to the whole nice civilized thing, but the reader is her nice neighbor who wears her down. She plants stuff and even like cooks for tess. But she’s not a wimp either, very skilled with guns and stuff. Just a fic where they meet and like reader takes care of Tess. Smut too if you want

A/N- I took this request and ran with it. It took me a long ass time I apologise but I do really like how this turned out. It became far more angsty than I’m sure you wanted it to be but. Here we are. I wanted to explore an idea that Tess didn’t like Jackson and took time to adjust, didn’t really like reader as well. Tess leaning to adjust and love and be loved. Also in transferring this over none of my italics saved and I could’nt be fucked to go back through this again and add them back lmao

Warnings- 18+ | tess is quite low for the majority of this, canon compliant discussions of death and violence, vague/ implied smut (wc- 13.2k )

Tess masterlist | AO3 - Tess requests are open but not currently top priority

SPRING

Tess didn’t like Jackson. Not at first. The drastic change from Boston to the nomadic lifestyle she had been living with Ellie and Joel as they crossed the country had been difficult enough. But to then transfer to something so wildly different from both of those things? Yeah. It took some getting used to.

She didn’t quite know what she had been expecting really. Maybe something like Boston but without the soldiers. Small pockets of people doing their own things to get by, together for safety but nothing much else. Not the working, thriving town she had walked into. Not the cleanliness, the stores, the diner, the hot water- that apparently was only a little temperamental in the colder months compared to year round like Boston- and clean clothes. Jobs. Families. Farming. She felt like she was in an alternate dimension.

She didn’t like the way everyone was so… cheerful. Which was a weird thing to say, but it was true. Because it threw her off.

She had developed her own bubble of happiness with Joel and Ellie over the months. They laughed together at Ellie’s shitty jokes, shared in her joy when she found a can of ravioli she liked. But would be stoney faced in an instant to protect each other. Joel and Ellie she loved like family, they were her family. She was used to warm smiles from them, a desire to be near her and talk to her. She wasn’t used to it from others.

Other people were scared of her. They moved out of her way and they did as she asked. They kept their heads down in case they upset her and they didn’t cross her path. But not in Jackson. No.

They smiled at her in the street, asked her how she was, said good morning.

And it spooked her. She didn’t like it. And she hated that she didn’t. That she had become so hardened that genuine kindness scared her. Because no one was kind anymore. No one showed care unless they wanted something else in return.

So she didn’t know how to take it. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the new found trust people had in her, their ease at having her around. To her surprise Joel didn’t seem to be struggling as much. He had Tommy back after all and that seemed to be easing his discomfort. Ellie was fitting in… kinda. Her colourful vocabulary and brashness had put some of the kids off at first. But they seemed to be warming to her now.

So it was just her. Trapped in some odd isolated headspace where she didn’t quite know what to do. She didn’t mention it to Joel, didn’t want to interfere with him and Tommy as they rebuilt their relationship again. Maria had tried to pull Tess into things more, and Tess liked her. Maria didn’t take shit, she had power and was in charge. People respected her. And she didn’t let Tess mope around for too long either.

But even Maria couldn’t quite pull her out of that disconnected state completely.

Part of her felt she was being ungrateful. She was alive and as safe as anyone could possibly hope to be in the current climate. Joel was alive. Ellie was alive. She was alive. But there was just… something.

Maybe a sick part of her missed it. Missed Boston. But then again maybe it wasn’t so sick. She hadn’t liked Boston really. But spending so long in one place would always make it hard to leave behind. Even the things she had so often complained about. She found she couldn’t even sleep on her new bed, Jackson having been looked after for so long that the mattress was actually still soft. She was too used to the lumpy one in the zone, and sleeping on the ground for months.

She’d been sleeping on the couch since she’d arrived. If she even managed to sleep at all, unable to fall asleep on the soft sheets and bed.

She missed her power too. Got tetchy when she thought about who was running operations back in the zone now. Who was living in her and Joel’s apartment, had they found their stash? Who was selling her shit and walking around like she had? She had to remind herself she shouldn’t care. That wasn’t her life anymore. It never would be again. Boston was a distant memory she needed to put to rest.

But it was difficult.

The new house felt too big. The town too clean. The people too nice. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do with herself. She mildly regretted living separately from Joel. Just out of… familiarity. She wasn’t used to such an open space to herself. Even before the outbreak the house she had shared with her husband and son hadn’t been so big. And she had had two other bodies to fill the space.

In Boston that tiny apartment she had had Joel to fill the gaps.

But she knew she couldn’t impose on him any longer. Joel was handsome and mellowing. He would no doubt find someone in town… and she couldn’t be the one to stand in the way of that. Especially seeing as she herself had no desire to go there. Their relationship had always been purely platonic and she had no intention of changing that.

So when Maria had asked, she had taken her own place. Ellie had taken the garage. They all had their own space. But those two seemed far better at living in it than she was.

It had taken that stark shift though for her to realise that maybe she simply wasn’t made for being alone. She had met her husband in college. They had moved in together immediately after, and had their son young. Then she’d fallen into the group heading for Boston, met Joel… she’d never really been alone.

Though she also wasn’t particularly doing anything to change that either. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Back in Boston she’d get lonely from time to time, would go out and pick someone up with ease. Now? She didn’t know where that confidence had gone.

She felt people looking at her when she ventured out. She knew she wasn’t exactly unattractive, she knew people liked to look. But she had no desire to pursue. She didn’t even entertain them for a second. And they all grew bored of trying and moved on.

Everyone was friendly enough, but some kept their distance when they realised she wasn’t the… happiest of people. But one person didn’t let the permanent frown glued to Tess’ face deter them.

You.

You lived across the street from her, would wave hello every morning when Tess ventured out to find out what tasks Maria had to keep her busy for the day. You’d smile. You’d say hello. You even left her things on the porch.

And you liked flowers.

She gathered that pretty quickly. The window boxes were full, potted bushes and blooms littered your porch and edge of the dirt path street. It made her own place look incredibly dull. But maybe that was fitting.

She’d never been one for flowers. So expensive for them to just sit and wilt away in a vase, to be left with nothing but some crisped petals and dead stems within a week. So amongst the sandwiches and pies left at her door, the odd flowering embellishments she knew came from you.

A lot of people in town left stuff for her and Joel, to welcome them. To give them things they needed. She didn’t like accepting any of it. She didn’t like the feeling of… owing people. Feeling like they would have a hold over her, that they had given her a new jacket so now she owed them something. That you had left her a pie so now you were owed something too.

So she left the majority of it exactly where it was placed on the porch, Maria being the one to bring them inside for her.

“ You are gonna attract every damn animal in town if you keep leaving this stuff on your porch Tess “ Maria used as a greeting when Tess opened the door one morning, seeing the woman standing there with what seemed to be a loaf in her hands “ and wasting food? Really? Especially this? Now this looks delicious. Still warm too “ Tess scoffed but before she could speak she heard your voice.

“ Good morning Maria! Good morning Tess! “ she looked over Maria’s shoulder to see you jogging down your porch steps and waving, thankfully turning to walk into town rather than try and start a conversation

“ morning hun “ Maria responded with a smile, glancing over to Tess when she ignored you as she always did.

“ what? “ Maria sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in the way she so often did when she was at her wits end. Usually with Ellie and Joel’s bickering.

“ I’ve told you a million times. We all get along here. It’s a small town Tess, you can’t have grudges. Or.. at least public ones. I have a few secret ones myself “ Tess sighed and stepped back to let Maria inside, who only sighed too when she eyed the blanket on the couch “ you’re still sleeping on the couch? “

Tess brushed her off and grabbed her boots from by the door, sitting down to pull them on. She could already sense another of Maria’s lectures brewing, and the headache pulsing behind her temples made her hope she’d hold off on it.

“ I just fell asleep there I was… reading “ Maria did not seem even remotely convinced and walked through to place the bread down in the kitchen.

“ And what’s with the silent treatment with the doll across the street? “

“ she’s too… happy “ Maria laughed and shook her head

“ She's harmless. She’s kind “

“ she’s fuckin annoying “ Maria’s eyebrows flew up and she gave a small laugh again

“ Theresa “ it sounded almost scolding. Tess scoffed at that “ you sound like Ellie “ Tess scoffed again. Fucking Ellie?

“ calling me a kid now Maria? “

“ yeah. Cause you’re acting like one “ she sighed and stood with her hands on her hips, the way that told anyone nearby that she meant business. To shut the fuck up and listen to her “ you’re here now. And you need to stop isolating yourself “ she walked over to her and placed a hand to her arm, a gentle comforting squeeze “ I know it’s hard. I do. But you have to try “

She knew she did. She was just stubborn and stuck in her ways. And you really were… peppy. One of those people that seemed constantly in a good mood, seeing the world through rose tinted glasses and trying to spread your joy.

Tess’ own glasses had smashed a long long time ago. And she saw no reason for the amount of joy you seemed to hold.

“ I’m trying “

“ Try harder then “ Maria said before folding her arms and tilting her head a little as she watched her “ what’s going on with you? “ Tess stood up again and ran a hand through her hair, wishing she knew. Wishing she had the words to explain.

But how could she? How could she tell Maria that she wanted to go home? She wanted Boston back. That she felt out of place in Jackson and had never felt as lonely as she did in her entire life.

“ I’m fine. I’m just tired. Shall we go? “ Maria didn’t seem convinced but nodded, following her outside.

It was a nice day. Spring was in full swing now, in the weeks between Salt Lake City and settling into town the chill of winter had finally disappeared. She could see daffodils sprouting in the window boxes of your house. Her own were barron.

“ I’ve put you on farming rotation today. Sounds good? “ she nodded “ okay. It’s easy enough. Pot things, label things, pull things. It’s quite therapeutic “ she’d be the judge of that one.

She followed Maria around to the greenhouses, watching how people greeted her and smiled when they saw her. She didn’t know whether she was jealous or annoyed.

“ okay. Greenhouse 4, shouldn’t take more than a couple hours. When you’ve finished in there come find me if you want to help out some more. Okay? "She followed where Maria was pointing and stopped when she spotted someone already inside greenhouse 4.

“ are you fuckin kidding me Maria“

You.

Maria smiled and squeezed her shoulders, leaning close to her ear

“ Be nice “ Tess scoffed and turned to try and beg her to assign her anywhere else but there, but Maria was already walking off.

“ Maria- “

“ be. Nice! “

“ fuck “ she gave a frustrated huff and headed into the greenhouse, you turned around at the sound with that usual beaming smile on your face. She didn’t have the energy for this today. Didn’t have the energy for you.

“ Oh hi. I didn’t know I was paired with you today “ she stood not really knowing what she was supposed to do, annoyance practically steaming out of her ears “ you wanna get that side and I’ll continue with this side? Seeds are in that bag there, compost and soil is there, tools in the crate under the table. Okay? “

She gave a small nod and headed for the crate of tools, pulling out a small trowel and grabbing a pot. But she found her hands refusing to move. Simply staring down at the equipment in her hands. It felt like a weight was pushing down on her shoulders, crushing her chest, turning all of her muscles to lead.

“ I thought Maria would’ve had you trained up for patrols by now “ you said lightly, the sound of your trowel filling another pot “ from what I’ve heard your pretty handy with a gun “

What had you heard?

“ yeah “ she said, almost having to force herself to reply “ soon… they don’t like new people straight on patrol “ her hands still wouldn’t move.

“ figures. You could always ask her to put you on my regular route at first if you like. It’s one of the busier ones, you seem a little stressed. And well blowing the head off a clicker might be beneficial “ you laughed as you said it but quite frankly she felt you were right.

She didn’t like being unarmed. Adults in town were allowed to own their own weapons but weren’t to bring them out of their house unless they were heading on patrol. Her back pocket felt too empty without her gun there. Her fingers itched to hold it, if only for the familiarity of the metal on her fingers.

“ or why don’t you see if she’ll assign you on the hunting crew? Shooting rabbits isn’t exactly as fun as putting down clickers but. You know it’s something “ you seemed fully convinced that the answer to Tess’ supposed stress was killing something one way or another.

What had you heard about her? Who had been talking?

“ right “ she still hadn’t potted a single seed, some unmoving crushing sense of dread still heavy on her shoulders.

She didn’t know why the weight of her problems was weighing her down so heavily in the last few days. She didn’t know why she couldn’t just adjust to Jackson. Why was she feeling more anxious and depressed in the safest possible place she could be, than when she had been living under the looming threat of being murdered everyday?

No normal person's mind worked that way. No normal decent person craved the life she had once had. The familiarity back at least. She felt sick.

You were humming a song to yourself now. It felt irrationally loud in her ears. She could hear Maria’s voice in her head too. Telling her to try. To try be nice. Try to mingle.

“ thank you. For the bread “ she said in an attempt at conversation. She’d known it was you that had left it. Had seen the sprig of some kind of flower tucked into the cloth it was wrapped in. Obviously you “ but I don’t need charity “

“ it’s not charity “ you said, the sound of your tools stilling “ it’s a gift. I don’t know… welcome to town gesture that’s all “

“ Whatever it was. I don’t need it “ maybe this wasn’t exactly nice. But it needed to be said “ you can take it back if you want. I haven’t touched it “

“ alright “ she didn’t have to look at you to know your face would be reminiscent of a kicked puppy “ keep the lavender though. It’s calming… it’ll help you sleep” she turned around to look at you then. How did you know she wasn’t sleeping?

“ how- “

“ I came from a QZ myself, I spent years after that roaming. I know it takes time to adjust Tess. I barely slept a wink when I first got here… paranoid an infected was gonna jump me in my sleep or FEDRA was gonna come arrest me cause they suspected me of rebel activity… silly I know but. Our brains are hardwired into survival mode and it takes some time to shake it off “

It sounded genuinely sincere. Caring. She barely knew you and yet you seemed as though you actually wanted to help her. It made her skin prickle.

“ yeah. Well. I’m not you “ she turned back around as if to resume her previous activity. Though she had still not potted a single seed.

“ That's very clear “ even annoyed you sounded remotely cheerful still. Like no malice truly laced your words.

What was she doing here? The world was a hell hole, it was full of shitty people all doing shitty things. And there she was planting fucking carrots. In some odd altercation with you about her behaviour.

“ Tess? Everything okay? "Your hand falling on her shoulder shocked her into reality. She stepped away from your touch, moving so quickly it was as if you’d burnt her, heading for the door. She felt like she was suffocating she needed to get out “ Tess? “

“ I- I have to go “ you hurried out after her and she took a deep breath of the fresh air trying to calm herself. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t skittish and scared. She didn’t get anxious and erratic. She didn’t recognise herself anymore.

“ Can I do anything? I can get Maria or-“

“ look. I know you mean well. But I don’t need… any of this. I don’t need you thinking you’re helping all of the time “ her words were harsh and as much as you annoyed her, it was like looking at a kicked puppy “ just. Stop “

She turned away from you and headed straight for home. Home. Home that felt nothing like the word.

She felt ungrateful. People were sleeping out in the woods or in derelict buildings basically waiting to be attacked by infected. And she had a house. Warmth. Safety. But she couldn’t shake the feelings and she hated it.

She closed the town out behind her, closing the door and leaning against it to catch her breath. Why was this all so difficult for her? Why was she so incapable of adjusting to some kind of regular society again?

She debated talking to Joel. If anyone in town understood her it was him. Joel knew her inside out, could talk to her with just a look, knew what she was going to do before she did it. But he was settling in fine. He wasn’t struggling like she was. She didn’t want to weigh him down with that when he finally seemed so light.

She hid away for the rest of the day, almost expecting Maria to come and drag her back out again. But she didn’t to her relief. She had her peace and quiet to mope. To wallow in her own stupid sadness and isolation.

Until the evening.

She sighed when there was a knock on the door, probably Ellie ready to go charging around the room rambling off every piece of information about her day with an amused Joel in tow. Though she actually wouldn’t mind that.

But it wasn’t Ellie. Or Joel.

“ hey “

“ I thought- “

“ I know. Look. I just wanted to come and tell you I was sorry if I offended you or something. You just… you seemed like you needed a friend and I wanted to help “ she could tell you genuinely meant it. That you truly were one of those people that was just… nice. Good. Even after the past two decades that had twisted and warped so many others, herself included, you had somehow remained what she assumed was the same.

“ well I don’t… need any help “ you gave a small nod but didn’t immediately leave, shuffling a little awkwardly on the spot “ anything else? “

“ I noticed. I noticed you don’t have anything in the window boxes. I have some spare seeds… flowers can really help brighten the place up. I find that on sad days it’s always a little bit nicer to look at a flower than an empty box “ she opened her mouth to decline, to tell you she didn’t want you in her way. But you seemed to anticipate it “ you won’t even have to see me. Or talk to me. I can do it when you’re not home or if you are I can… I can just knock so you know I’m there. So you can wait for me to leave or- it’s just an idea “

She figured that in the long run giving you something to do that you might take as being helpful, might actually make you leave her alone a little more. And so, ever so slightly reluctantly, she sighed and nodded.

“ fine “ the smile on your face after that almost made her want to smile too. Almost. So kind. So genuine. So… bright.

“ yeah? Okay. Do you have any preferences? Or allergies? Colours maybe- “ she lifted a hand in a silent request for you to shut up.

Be nice.

She closed her eyes for a moment and gave a steady sigh, forcing some attempt at a smile onto her face.

“ anything. Anything is fine “ you gave a nod and turned slightly before pausing. You seemed to debate something for a moment before delving into your pocket and pulling out a small jar of something that looked like jam.

“ I know… I know you said you didn’t want- it goes real nice with the bread “ she waited a second before taking it from your hands. You said nothing else, just gave her a small nod of a goodbye and headed down the steps and across the street.

That evening she ate bread with the jam. It was annoyingly good.

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You’d appeared the next morning to plant the seeds. And then you tended to them everyday. Watering them and doing god knows what to the soil. You would let her know you were there each time, a small knock on the door that you didn’t even mind if she didn’t answer. Just letting her know you were out there. Just as you’d said.

And as time passed she found herself answering it from time to time. Just poking her head around the door to see what you were doing, always there with your small watering can and a smile.

And that was okay. You were okay. Nothing else in her life felt right at that moment. But having a new constant did. And she had to admit that even when she woke up on the couch, rubbing at her sore neck, seeing the sprouts through the window almost made her crack a smile. Almost.

SUMMER

As the cold completely shifted from Jackson’s air she found that not even the warmth could truly raise her mood completely. Everyone in town seemed far more cheery, like the sun had some odd healing ability to make everyone more joyful after the bitter winter and the final week of spring which had been nothing but solid rain fall.

Though Tess, begrudgingly enough, found that her own joys still only stemmed from her family. But also from you. As much as she refused to admit it, she’d found herself looking forward to your small knocks on her door each morning, or on mornings where she left early for patrol she found herself almost hoping you’d be on the porch with your watering can and your smile.

Which she didn’t exactly understand or care to understand either. In fact she blatantly ignored the voices in her head warning that she was going soft. That she was beginning to almost look at you as some kind of friend.

She opened the door more often than not now, even made attempts to ask you about the flowers or ask about your day. You never probed her about herself which she liked. You didn’t pry. You let her be. You let her keep her walls fiercely guarded without so much as a complaint. And she kind of hated the fact that made her like you a little more.

And that morning was no different to the rest now, you had knocked and she had gone out to say hello. Had offered you tea and you had accepted as you so often did.

Her night had been filled with bad dreams. And she had feared that it would send her into another one of those days. Where she wanted to do nothing but hide and mope. But she had forced herself to go outside. At least to say hello.

Annoyingly to her, Maria had been right. And she lived there now. And that meant she had to try. She had to try adjust. Fit in. Be… nice.

She still felt wary around you. Maybe even more so because of how she was beginning to sort of like you. Or maybe tolerate was the better word. She told herself it was anyway. But she had been in Jackson a few months at this point. And after a few months your joy and happiness was bound to wear her down. Even if she was reluctant about it.

“ you know if you take good enough care of these they’ll bloom next spring too “ you said as she hovered by the door watching you “ it takes time and care though. Pretty things but strong enough to survive the winter if they’re tended too correctly “ your eyes flitted up to her for a moment as you said it and she felt the statement were a little more loaded than just being about the flowers.

“ I’ll leave that up to you “ you smiled warmly and looked back down at the plants.

“ here’s hoping “

Tess watched you carefully, still unsure exactly how to pinpoint what she was feeling. She was beginning to like having you around. But also your joy drove her insane. You were annoying. So unbelievably annoying with your bright smile and desire to care.

And yet… you had managed to be the one to coax her out of the house. Yes it was only to her porch but it was still out. You had given her something to almost look forward to each day.

She didn’t like it.

“ oh shit “ she blinked a couple of times to drag herself out of her head to see blood in her peripheral, dripping between your fingers and between the floorboards of the porch.

“ what did you- “

“ fucking sheers they slipped I. Look, it's fine it’s just a cut… You got a bandage or something? “ Tess nodded and glanced towards her door. She realised how bad it would seem to keep you out on the porch. To just leave you there whilst she went looking. But also the thought of you in her home…

“ yeah. Do you wanna… come in? Wanna wash it or something “ part of her almost wished you’d say no, but the relief on your face made her regret the thought instantly

“ thanks Tess “ she headed straight for the kitchen. Not even looking to see if you were behind her, rummaging around in a cupboard for her box of medical supplies.

“ wash it. The sink “ she murmured, watching you carefully from the corner of her eye as you headed for the sink beside her, cupping your hand in some attempt to not drip blood onto the tiles. She looked at your bloody hands, ignoring the guilt rising in her chest at the fact you had injured yourself doing something for her, and reached out for you. She held your cut hand in her palm, leading it carefully under the water. She could feel you watching her, eyes almost burning into her skin as she gently washed away the blood and the soil.

She focussed on the pink swirls twisting down the drain rather than looking at you.

She didn’t like it. Didn’t like how you put her on edge. She didn’t want to go delving into why exactly that was either. Why in the space of 6 months she had gone from despising your very existence, to having you in her home because you’d hurt yourself tending to her flowers. It was a lot to try and process all in one go.

“ Marias always laughing at me “ you said as she turned off the water “ says I’m one of the best snipers in town yet I’m clumsy as shit with anything else. Can shoot a clicker miles off but can’t handle a pair of gardening shears? Idiot “

Maria had told her all about your impressive skills out on patrols. She was yet to see them for herself though, Maria hadn’t paired you together yet. Thankfully. Though she couldn’t lie that curiosity on the matter was strong. She’d always had some morbid fascination with the nicest of people that were able to kill like it was second nature.

A silent chaos raging behind a gentle smile.

“ guns more important than sheers “

“ well that depends on the situation don’t you think? Gun won’t help clip the weeds “

She bandaged your hand silently with the care and tenderness that few saw from her, wrapping it up and admiring her work for a second.

She stood back when she was done not exactly knowing what to say anymore. And she hated it. Despised it. Tess always knew what to say. She was always one step ahead of everyone in the room, but she faltered when it came to you. And she didn’t know why. Or what power you seemed to hold over her as of late. Was it your kindness? Was it the simple fact that you had never shown her nothing but care and respect since day one and she just didn’t know how to accept it? Maybe.

She wandered if you noticed how she looked out of place in her own home. Surrounded by so many things that she had no connection to. Objects that weren’t hers, placed into a house that had once been lived in by others. Loved by others.

Like so many others she had gotten used to not getting attached to materialistic things. She could see you glancing around, how you could probably see that from the way the place looked so… bare. Unloved by her. Un- lived in by her. That you probably figured it out pretty quickly.

You were watching her intently as you wandered the kitchen and she didn’t like it, she didn’t like the way you made her feel like a prey animal ready to dart any moment. That wasn’t her. She wasn’t prey. She wasn’t the hunted. She was the hunter. She was the one with the upper hand.

But not with you. Not with you and your unyielding kindness and desire to know her.

So she turned around and started packing away the medical box slowly and carefully. Just to give her hands something to do.

“ why are you so afraid of me? “ you asked suddenly and she turned around with a confused look on her face. Afraid of you? Why would she possibly be afraid of someone like you.

“ what are you talking about? “

“ you’re afraid. You won’t let me in. You barely even let me be your friend. You keep trying to scare me away with being so… miserable. You have to let people in Tess… and I think it’s because you’re scared yourself I- “

“ I’m not afraid of you “ She said immediately. Her heckles raised at the intrusion. And at the confusion for your sudden lack of ability to not interfere “ are you afraid of me? “ she asked, her voice calm. And low and steady. Intimidating. The way she spoke to people in Boston who were pissing her off and she needed to remind them who she was. Her eyes had not left you for even a second. They were burning into you. Calculated. Smart. Intense.

Some desperate attempt and desire to keep you out. To make you back off. Even if it meant missing those morning knocks and tea on the porch. She couldn’t let you in. She wouldn’t.

But you weren’t afraid of her. You never had been. She could tell. You were stubborn. So unbearably kind but stubborn. Stubborn in the way you had kept up your daily visits even when she wouldn’t answer her door, in the way you still waved at her before she even spoke to you. So stubborn in the way you were standing your ground before her.

“ no. I know I should be. I know what you did. But I’m not “ she folded her arms across her chest, quirking a brow. Who had you been talking to? What could you possibly know. So you hadn’t been refraining from asking her questions all along, you’d been getting your information else where. She was almost impressed. It was smart. Calculated even.

At this point she wouldn’t be surprised if you’d cut yourself on purpose to get inside and make her talk.

“ oh? Oh you know what I did? “

“ someone in town… was gossiping I- everyone’s done bad things “ you said with a shrug.

“ what do you know? “ she advanced on you then. Slowly. Crossing the room to where you stood by the wall. You didn’t move. You held your ground.

“ a lot “

“ tell me “ she wanted to hear you say it. To confirm if what you knew was true. But also because maybe some sick part of her needed reminding what she had once been capable of. Of what she had been before she had become that misery of a human whose only joys came from her pseudo kid and the woman who planted flowers for her.

“ all the people you killed. Tortured “ your voice had dropped to almost a whisper as she stood in front of you. But you still didn’t look scared. And she couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Annoyed? Because she clearly didn’t hold the fear inducing powers she once had. Or… relieved? That she had finally come across someone that took what she had done and dusted it under the rug. Accepted it and moved on.

“ and it doesn’t scare you? “

“ you must’ve had your reasons “ there was a heavy tension hanging in the air, she could feel it thickly between you. Soon enough one of you would choke “ I know what you did. I don’t care. You can’t scare me away Tess “ at this point she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.

No one had challenged her like that. No one like you anyway. No one so… sweet.

Her old self would’ve laughed. Would’ve laughed in your face and thrown you out. But then again. Her old self would’ve laughed at what she had become too.

Things had changed. And she needed to accept it.

“ stop trying to scare me off “ to her surprise you reached up, your hand gentle on her face. She recoiled at first. As if your fingers were steeped in acid and you’d blistered her skin with your touch. But you waited a moment and did it again. And she froze, unsure of what you were doing or how she was supposed to react to it “ I want to be your friend. Let me. You don’t have to scare every single person that wants to care for you away. If anything you damn well need it “

She didn’t know what to say. Stood there like she was made of stone with your gentle hand on her cheek, your face full of nothing but warmth and affection for her. She felt like a deer in headlights.

“ you don’t know what I need “ she finally spoke, taking a single step back so that your hand fell away. Though she was certain she could still feel it. A kind touch was so unfamiliar to her, so rare that it lingered in her skin “ you know nothing about me “

“ I know enough “ so stubborn. So unwilling to take no for an answer or let yourself be pushed away. She kind of liked it. Liked the challenge “ you have to let people in. Let me in. I know how you feel- “

“ how could you possibly know how I feel “ she almost spat “ you’ve lived here. Comfortable and safe “ you gave a small laugh at that

“ not always “ she didn’t know why she had assumed you had been there so long, maybe because you were so… settled. Adapted “ spent two years captured by a bunch of slavers before I even set foot in Jackson. I’m not some sheltered little girl born into comfort Tess “ she took a step back, eyes narrowing as she tried to asses the new information presented to her.

She knew about slavers. Had been taken by them herself at one point. But two years? She had been there two days, in a tiny camp as they prepared to move her to their main base before she’d managed to get away. Those two days had been hell. She couldn’t imagine two years.

Maybe she had underestimated you after all.

But before she could answer you properly there was another knock to her door.

“ only me! “ Maria’s voice sounded as she entered the house, opening her mouth to say something else but stopping when she saw you stood there. She looked violently overjoyed “ oh! I’m sorry. Didn’t know you had company “ it must have been an odd sight to walk into. Tess as stoney faced as ever and you practically gazing at her.

“ sorry I- “

“ did you need something? “ Tess asked

“ lunch, the whole family. Good haul from the hunting crew today “ family. Her family. As dysfunctional as it was she very much wanted to escape the current situation and see them “ but if you’re busy- “

“ no. I’m not. She was just leaving “ she glanced over at you as you gave a small nod and a smile, quietly excusing yourself and heading for the door.

“ just. Think about what I said Tess? I’ll see you tomorrow “

She didn’t hear the end of that for the entirety of lunch. Maria not usually one to pry. But knowing very much that Ellie and Tommy would. Casually mentioning it and… that was that.

Ellie seemed particularly delighted. Looking at her in a way that she recognised from her own childhood when she realised liking girls wasn’t just a her thing. That she wasn’t the only one. But Tess didn’t probe. Though she was happy in the knowledge Ellie would come to her if she needed.

“ y’know I think it’s real nice “ Joel said to her when she stepped outside stating she needed a little air “ she’s softenin you “ Tess scoffed and folded her arms across her chest

“ you have no idea what you’re talking about. She’s a neighbour. And she looks after the flowers. She’s a pain in my ass”

“ baby steps Tess “ she glanced over at him and he was giving her that look that said he knew something was going on inside her head “ you leave the house more now “

“ to my porch and back “ she mumbled not entirely wanting to get into that conversation. She was not in the mood to discuss her long hours trapped inside her house. And her head.

“ baby. Steps “ she sighed and ran a hand over her face. She was tired.

“ she wants to be my friend “ it sounded so unbelievably juvenile to say out loud. She almost regretted saying it

“ and… you don’t want that? “

“ no “ she said maybe a little too quickly

“ right “ she could feel him watching her, trying to read her as he so often did. The way only two people who had been together for so long could do “ I don’t think I believe that “

“ I’m not asking you to “ he sighed again, used to her stubbornness. Her bad moods.

“ you are allowed to have friends Tess. And… more than that. I don’t know what that girls intentions are, I don’t pretend to know how your mind works either. But if you really didn’t like her then why are you still lettin her around? Tess I know would’ve told her to fuck off and threatened her for good measure for even tryna talk to you if you didn’t like her “

“ you’re talking shit “ he laughed and shrugged

“ you’re proving my point. Tess. Just do something. If you want her? Go get her. Tess I know would. And if not? Tell her to leave you be. Cause this mood you’re in… it’s not nice to see “

“ ‘ the Tess you know’ “ she muttered under breath. She didn’t feel like that Tess anymore.

By the time she walked home she couldn’t tell if she was more annoyed by the entire situation or relieved by it because somehow Joel of all people had begun to put things into perspective for her.

Maybe it was both.

Though the annoyance was slightly winning out. She wasn’t soft. She didn’t like the implications that you were softening her. She was stronger than that. Stronger than you. She hadn’t pushed you away because Maria said she needed to be nice. That’s why.

It was.

Wasn’t it?

She felt a sudden desperate need to prove to herself that what she was thinking was correct. And not Joel.

She was not soft. She was in control.

She didn’t quite know what it was that compelled her feet to head up your porch steps rather than her own. Knocking on the door before she’d even fully come to a halt.

Waiting impatiently for you to answer, looking a little surprised to see her when you did appear.

She pushed past the threshold, watching you take a step back in mild confusion at her sudden intrusion, cupping your face in both her hands and kissing you. You stumbled for barely half a second, kissing her back with a muffled moan and your fingers wrapping around her wrists.

The confidence she was used to felt far more present in your space, in the four walls of your home rather than her own.

She pressed you up against the closest wall, kissing you like her life depended on it. Far more in control than she was a few hours earlier. Than she had been in a while.

And this was it. This was the familiarity she had craved wasn’t it? This was the power she had been missing, the ability to take what she wanted when she wanted it. Even when she wasn’t entirely sure it was what she wanted.

So why didn’t it feel the same. Why did it not even slightly fill the void in her chest.

You were breathing heavily as she pulled away to catch her own breath, a joyful almost dopey smile on your face. You looked so incredibly beautiful. Sweet.

She’d break you. She would. She knew she would. It was a vicious awful cycle. Anyone she got close to got hurt. Friend or… more. It would all end the same way.

“ this won’t end well “ she said quietly, not entirely meaning to say it out loud. The words escaping her as she watched you, someone so beautiful and kind didn’t belong with someone like her.

Someone who had not let the awful things that happened to them twist them into something unrecognisable. In the way that Tess had.

It would be a mess.

“ maybe not “ you answered, voice just as quiet “ but did you ever stop to think that maybe it will be okay? “

“ no “ you laughed softly, head leaning back against the wall and your eyes falling closed for a moment. She wished she could have such a carefree look. She didn’t think her face even knew how to relax into such an expression.

“ have a little faith “

AUTUMN

It had been over 20 years since her life had completely fallen apart. And a lot could happen in 20 years. A lot had happened. Tess was good at having bad shit happen and then burying it so deep down that she didn’t have to think about it. She was good at having a blank face when inside she was screaming. But in the end, one person could only hide so much stuff for so long. Eventually it would spill. And every now and again it did.

And when it did? It was suffocating.

It struck her out of no where. She never saw it coming.

Sometimes it almost scared her. Scared her that the stuff she had done wasn’t even the worst of what kept her up at night. She had no remorse for the people she had killed. Tortured. Those bodies and those sounds. They didn’t haunt her. The stuff that had come before that had damaged her beyond repair.

The first few years had been the worst. Before FEDRA had full control, before any rules were in full effect. When everyone ran rampant, when people looted and murdered because they felt like it. When groups formed and did whatever they wanted. To who they wanted. When Tess had been alone. Had left her home with nothing but the clothes on her back and ran. And ran. And by some miracle survived.

That time before Joel. Before the entirety of the group making their way up to Boston.

Tess didn’t get scared. She wasn’t afraid of things. But she had been back then. She had been so afraid.

So utterly powerless and out of control.

She tried to see the positives as ridiculous as it sounded. Tried to twist the shitty things that had happened. The shitty things that she had done. She had done them to survive. And maybe that scared her even more. That she felt justified in her actions.

That she could think back to certain people she had tortured. Killed. Ambushed. And justify it. Not feel as though she had done the wrong thing at all.

And that she would do it all again if she needed to.

She would throw herself in front of trucks feigning an injury. Just a poor, defenceless woman. Beg for help only for Joel and the others to spring from the bushes and take everything they had. She’d kill every man and woman that got in the way of her rise in the smuggling ring. She’d tortured ever last piece of information out of those fuckers who had taken Ellie. Murdered every. Last. Firefly. In that hospital.

All again. A million times over.

But her humanity was still in her somewhere. Buried deep down but there. And when it reared its head it was ugly. Filled with words to make her feel like the worst person alive. Fill her ears with the strangled cries of her son. The sickening sound of the blood that pooled in her husband’s throat.

It made her feel numb. Like she was floating. No longer in her body and desperately trying to claw her way back down to it.

“ Tess? “ she was too lost to react. Too deep inside her own head to even turn around and look at you. But she knew that voice. The voice that had become as familiar as Maria’s. Ellie’s. Joels “ Tess what are you doing it’s freezing out here “ your voice was soft compared to the voices that were screeching inside her head, soothing. Gentle. Quieter yet somehow speaking over the screaming ones.

Your hands fell onto her arm and she flinched, shifting away from your touch.

“ hey. Sorry “ you said softly, hands raised in some kind of surrender “ won’t touch you again “ the voices were still shouting at her, but a little further off now. Like she was on one side of the room and they were on the other. And wasn’t that interesting. Where in the past only Joel had been able to coax her back to reality. Ground her. Now you had. And she had known you far less “ can I sit? “ she gave a small nod and you sat down, leaving a small gap between you both.

Things between the two of you had been a little different as of late.

You hadn’t kissed since that day she’d barged through your front door and re established that she was very much the one holding the reins. But she was letting herself be lighter. Trying her hardest to open up to you. To go into town more. Smile back at people. And it was hard. And slow going. But she was getting there.

Baby steps. Like Joel had said.

“ I’m gonna go get a blanket okay? It’s so cold “ she listened as you went inside, returning a few moments later.

“ why are you here? “ she asked as you sat down beside her again, wrapping the blanket around you both.

“ I was out on late patrol. I saw the light on… was gonna come see why you were still up. Have a chat or something… you didn’t answer so I just poked my head inside and I saw the back door was open“

She gave a small nod and continued staring out at the backyard. She hadn’t really done much to it. But there was a rope swinging attached to the large tree at the bottom now. Ellie loved it.

“ do you need to talk? About anything? “ you asked quietly “ it’s what friends are for you know. Talking “

“ I’ve never been very good at friends “ you gave a small laugh and nodded

“ yeah. I figured that one out myself “ you shuffled a little closer to her, nudging her leg with yours “ you must’ve had friends at some point “

The ones that truly stuck in her mind were Bill and Frank. Frank would’ve loved you she realised very quickly. You were so alike. So happy. Made to see the positive in absolutely every single thing. Yet becoming friends with Frank had been far easier than becoming friends with you.

She’d been different back then.

“ I had. I had friends “ she started, realising in that moment that she had never actually spoken about Bill and Frank since they’d died. Her and Joel had done as they always had and refused to talk about it. Let it settle and weigh heavy until it began to dissipate on its own “ they lived a few miles out of Boston. Met them over the radio “

“ they weren’t in a zone? “

“ no. Bill… fuckin crazy been planning for doomsday his whole life. Had the whole town mapped out and wired up “ she actually cracked a small smile thinking about it “ Frank though. I think. I think he’s the closest thing to a friend I really had “

She missed him. She missed them both. And missing Bill was something she never thought she’d feel, even if he was more open to her company than Joel’s.

You listened diligently as she spoke about Lincoln. Dinners in the garden and Bills stash of supplies, the awkwardness that always lingered between Bill and Joel. The bi monthly drop offs that had started increasing in distance as Frank got sicker and Bill got older. And then finding them with Ellie. The silent moment she had taken in the garden to cry for her lost friends whilst Ellie showered and Joel fixed the car.

“ they sound like amazing people “ she shrugged and glanced over at you for a moment. And maybe it was silly of her to take so long to realise it. But maybe she had a friend in you, maybe more than that. Maybe she had done all along and had been too blinded by her own self loathing and moping around to truly notice it.

It was the early hours of the morning and there you were, sat on her porch steps in the dark. Listening to her talk. Comforting her. And she realised that you were exactly what she needed. In that moment and every other moment to follow. Your compassion and your calming force of a personality. The way you cared…. Loved even. Your stubbornness. Your loyalty.

“ thank you “ she said quietly “ for being here “ you looked up at her and smiled. That warm, sweet smile that made even the coldest of days feel mild. Tess was all sharp edges and bitter words, someone so soft should be keeping a safe distance to ensure they didn’t get cut. But you weren’t afraid. You never had been “ for everything “ she didn’t want to elaborate and you didnt make her.

She reached forward to cup your face in her hand, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. You understood her in a way it had taken Joel 20 years to. Some odd force of nature that wiggled your way through the cracks in her heavily guarded walls.

Her eyes drifted down to your lips. Remembering the hard, forceful kiss you had shared that one time before. The kind she was used to. The kind she was good at. She wasn’t very good at being tender and caring. Kissing and all that lead from it had long since been something she did out of care and love. It was a means to an end. A release. A way to remind herself she was human.

But it didn’t have to be that way anymore.

“ you gonna kiss me or not? “ you whispered. And it made her lips twitch into a smile.

Tess had kissed a lot of people in her time. And if she was perfectly honest she wasn’t entirely a fan. Kisses were not like how the movies or books portrayed them most of the time. Uncoordinated or clumsy, too much teeth or tongue. She didn’t care much for kissing.

But kissing you was different. Kissing you was like a shot of adrenaline straight into her veins. It was the closest she felt she could come to understanding why Joel had been so hooked on pills before Ellie. It was addictive.

But something had changed now. Some locked gate inside of her had finally clicked open and you had seized the opportunity to slip your way inside. And she surprised herself with the realisation that it actually didn’t seem all that terrifying now, having you there. Having those feelings and thoughts.

Of course there was still… something. But it was less so.

Holding your face in her hand, your willingness to let her lead and melt into her. With every soft and gentle movement of her lips against yours she felt herself slipping. Like when the winter storms would hit Boston and her worn down boots couldn’t find grip on the icy paths.

But this slip wouldn’t end with her falling flat on her ass and nursing a bruised leg. You were keeping her tethered. Your fingers that were looped around her wrist, your hair that was tickling her face.

It made her feel startlingly real. Alive. Present. Present in a moment in a way she hadn’t done all day, she’d spent the day drifting. Some far off place in her head where her demons scrambled over her and suffocated the air out of her lungs. But she was breathing fine now, breathing in air that was yours, breathing as if you were her air.

She kissed you until her jaw started to ache, not sure how long it had been or how many quick seconds apart to catch her breath there had been. But when she finally did let you go the fog that had been blinding her all day seemed to have disappeared. Everything felt as though she were looking through glasses that had just had the lenses cleaned.

Sharper. Clearer.

“ it’s really fuckin cold “ she murmured, causing a giggle to bubble past your lips.

“ yeah. It’s freezing “ you didn’t seem even mildly pissed that that had been her first words after practically kissing your face off. Instead you both silently seemed to agree to go inside, collapsing onto her couch and kissing some more.

Something had shifted after that. Had changed after she’d woken up the following morning on the couch with you.

She actively chose to be around you, even more so than she had been. Spent enough time with you that people began to murmur about it. But she found she no longer cared.

There was still an odd weight looming in her chest, one she was certain may never actually go away. But it was far lighter than it had been.

WINTER

Tess had always preferred winter to summer. Especially after Boston. She hated those sticky summer days. Especially in that apartment that was freezing in winter but a sauna in the summer, no comfortable in between. Days when she felt like the heat was suffocating her and every drop of water she drank sweated its way out of her within the minute.

Winter felt so much… fresher. She liked the snow and the opportunities to wrap up and be warm on her own terms.

Some people found it bleak. But she rather enjoyed it.

You seemed to like it too. Because you could use the cold weather as an excuse to be close to her. And it felt nice. To have you there, to have you wanting to be near her. Even if she was beginning to believe you were forgetting your gloves on purpose now so she would hold your hand.

The arrival of the winter months had brought along the silent confirmation that you two were… something now. Dating didn’t feel right. That word didn’t feel like it belonged in the world anymore. And there had been no real discussions of the matter, mostly due to her own refusal to mention it. And ‘girlfriend’… it felt a little juvenile. Even if was Ellie teasing her every fucking day that you were in fact her girlfriend now.

Jackson was starting to feel more like somewhere she could begin to call home. Riding back through the gates with Joel, watching them close behind her but not feeling that feeling of imprisonment anymore. Not feeling as trapped as the walls in Boston, but finally feeling safe.

She walked into the Bison, happy to find it slightly less crowded than it could be. She walked over to the bar, smiling at the guy stood drying off a glass

“ hey… she here? “ something in her still prickled with an odd sense of anxiety that she didn’t need to ask for you by name now. That they all knew who she meant. That Tess would not venture into the bison alone for anyone else, and that you would never be leaving with anyone else but her.

But she pushed it aside.

“ yeah she’s out the back. I’ll grab her “ she waited patiently as he disappeared through the door, glancing around with some still deep rooted fear that someone was watching her. She didn’t think she’d ever shake that. But she had to remind herself that no one there was after her. No one there was watching her to find her weakness and abuse it.

“ hey you “ you appeared through the door a few moments later and you greeted with that beaming smile of yours, looking at her as if she were the singular source of joy in your life. You leant over the bar and she met you half way, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. It was the kind of kiss that was… familiar. The kind two people in love shared without thought, something as simple and regular as breathing.

“ having fun? “

“ oh yeah. Making sandwiches, riveting stuff “ she watched you wipe your hands off on a towel before slipping your way out from behind the bar “ but I’d really like to go home now “ Tess nodded and offered you her arm without needing to be asked, your hands slipping into their usual place and huddling close against her.

It was getting chillier out, the sky had taken on that odd yellowy state that signalled impending snow. The kind of day that back in Boston would’ve been some forewarning of an impending low ration season. But there was no such thing in Jackson.

You spoke about your shift in the bison as you walked and Tess listened diligently, all the while silently musing over you asking to go home. And very much heading with Tess towards hers.

But. You stayed over more often than not now. Your things were starting to intermingle with her own, the space that had previously felt so barren and so disconnected from herself… now felt almost like a home.

There were some of Ellie’s drawings tacked to the fridge, her talent alone making the space seem a little more lived in. A few pictures had been framed now too and dotted about the place. Tess, Joel and Ellie over for dinner at Tommy and Maria’s. Another of Ellie pulling a stupid face with Joel looking slightly amused at her side. One of you and her, you beaming at the camera as she looked at you. Maria had taken that one much to Tess’ original dismay. But she was quite thankful for it now.

That was the first piece of you that had made its way into her home.

You had a toothbrush in her bathroom now. A spare jacket on the hooks by the door. A small box of gardening tools by the front door. A hand knitted blanket across the back of her couch.

You were in the air even. The air wafted of the flowers you adored wherever you went, you filled the place she had only ever referred to as a house into home.

And sometimes it almost made her want to laugh. Laugh at herself for what she had become. Tess didn’t take things slow like this. Tess didn’t let her space be invaded by someone else. Tess didn’t have feelings or let herself… love.

Which was exactly what she was feeling more and more these days. Which was completely and utterly terrifying but she found she was just letting it happen. Because she could. And because she was allowed to.

She wasn’t old Tess anymore. If anything she was beginning to feel as though she was slowly becoming more and more like the version of herself that had existed before an apocalypse had destroyed the world. The kind of woman that did date and did take things slow. That had girlfriends or boyfriends and wasn’t scared. Was care free and happy.

And maybe that was more scary than the fear she had felt at losing the version of herself that had developed over 20 years of hell.

She was beginning to think that nothing would ever be without fear these days. But she was working on it. And it was lessening.

And you becoming a permanent fixture in her house was part of that.

Quite often the nights ended exactly as they currently were too. With you walking home together, cuddling up together on the couch to escape the chill of winter.

And making out until she forgot how to breathe.

It had not been more than that. She hadn’t allowed herself to let it be. Had happily let you sit in her lap or let you pull her down over you and sink into the couch cushions. But she never let it progress.

She didn’t truly think about why and you had never asked it of her either. Until tonight.

“ why are you holding back? “ you whispered, pulling back from her slightly. Still close enough that she could feel your breath against her lips.

Why was she holding back?

Because you weren’t some random girl she picked up in the zone because she was bored and lonely. Because until you, sex had become something with little feeling. Something to do because she needed some human contact that wasn’t Joel stitching up a stab wound.

And it was funny, really, when she thought about why she was holding back. Why as much as she may have wanted to, as much as the old her would’ve gone and gotten what she wanted months ago… she hadn’t.

Because it hadn’t felt right. Hadn’t been the time. You deserved more than that. You deserved more than a quick, meaningless fuck off somewhere secluded because she wanted to feel like a human being again. No, you deserved more.

Maybe you still did. She couldn’t figure it out yet.

But what she did know, was if now was not the time then she would wait. She would wait a million and one lifetimes. As much as she knew the short serotonin boost would breathe some life into her for a few hours again… she would endure. Because when she really thought about it, that wasn’t what she wanted really.

She wanted you. Of course she did. Needed you. In every single sense of the phrase. You had been a shiny little light in her darkness, you had prevailed and endured her bitterness to discover something sweet hiding beneath.

And so you deserved the best. Deserved every ounce of love and compassion Tess could find deep within herself.

“ where’d you go? Hm? “ you whispered softly, fingers trailing along the side of her face and tucking an unruly strand of her greying hair behind her ear “ you seem… else where “

“ just thinkin “ your touch was gentle, fingertips somehow still smooth and soft. So different to hers, calloused from years of fighting and doing shitty jobs in the QZ. She felt too rough for you. Too sharp around the edges. Like her hold on you alone could shatter you.

She knew in reality you weren’t delicate. She had watched you shoot like a trained marksmen. Had seen you jump on clickers and stab them until you face was splattered in blood. Chop firewood for town like it was nothing. You were strong. Capable. And yet she felt like she could bruise you like a peach just by looking at you wrong. She was no stranger to your strengths, your capabilities. Yet to her? She felt she could always see you as breakable.

Fine China. Soft fruit. The petals of the flowers you cared so much about.

Soft and pure and delicate. Not made to be touched by the rough and ready hands of the likes of her

And yet…

“ thinking about me? “ you said it with a small laugh, half joking. Half hoping. She gave you a small smile, a small nod.

“ of course “ it came out so quiet she wasn’t even sure she’d really said it right away. But your warm smile told her she had. And you’d heard. And even now, even in that moment, she still took a moment to be amazed at that smile. Amazed that it was because of her. You were smiling because she was thinking of you. You were on her mind. And you liked that.

Her hands twitched slightly at their place on your waist. Almost involuntarily. Like they were trying to make her move, go ahead. Do… something.

You looked down for a second before letting go of your gentle hold of her face, sliding your hands along her arms and trailing your fingers over her wrists.

“ I’m not going to break “ you picked up her hands, moving them down to brush over your ass, your thighs “ you can touch me “ she was afraid she’d do something stupid like blush. So she kissed you again, gently tugging you close by her soft hold on your thighs.

Your hands slid back up her arms, over her shoulders, up to hold the back of her neck, your fingertips slipping under the collar of her shirt. Everything about you was soft. Precise and purposeful. She could practically feel the desire radiating out of your fingers. But also the care.

She hadnt been touched like that in… a while. Touched in a way that conveyed love. A way that was gentle. Caring. Deliberate and slow. Like you wanted to take your time, in a way akin to how you had behaved since you had met her. You wanted to know her. To understand her. To peel back the layers she kept pulling on to keep you out.

And maybe a part of her would always want to keep you out, deep down. Fear of the unknown. Fear of a vulnerability she was still learning to adjust to.

But she was adjusting. Had been. And it felt right now. Felt right having the soft weight of you on her thighs, having your gentle fingers rid her of her sweater. Felt the shame of her equally as raging desire dissipate.

It was okay. She was okay.

She watched your deft fingers carefully unbutton your plaid shirt, one that now she thought about it looked remarkably like one of hers. When had you taken that she wondered.

She let her hands slip over the bare skin of your waist, disappearing under the soft worn cotton of your- her? - shirt. There was a scar along your ribs, the kind that had been there a while. No longer angry and red but faded and soft. She ran her thumb across it.

“ chains “ you said, answering her unasked question.

“ the slavers? “ she murmured, still tracing her thumb over the long stretch of scarred skin. You hummed a reply, your eyes watching her intently

“ plenty of permanent reminders of those fuckers on me “ it still baffled her how you had endured such cruelty and appeared on the other side as gentle as you were. She wanted to track those fuckers down. Torture every single last one that had even looked at you wrong. And reserve a special place in hell for the ones who had left their permanent marks.

She leant forward, dipping her head and pressing her lips to the scar. Your chest deflated in a soft sigh as she did, ghosting her lips over the skin in some feeble attempt to replace the pain with care. Your fingers laced into her hair, silently urging her to kiss you some more. And she did. She kissed up your chest, breath stuttering embarrassingly as her cheek brushed against the cotton covered swell of your chest as she pressed kisses to your sternum.

Everything about you was soft.

She inhaled deeply, your skin smelt of that familiar scent of being outdoors. As if winter air had been bottled and sprayed across your skin like perfume. Something so usually mundane and common place, yet intoxicating on you.

She kissed up your neck, skin in flames with every single soft sigh it caused you to let out.

“ can… can I.. “ you said in between kisses, hands now fumbling with the button of her jeans.

“ not here “ she murmured, pulling away from your lips slightly reluctantly “ you deserve better than the fuckin couch “ that made you smile, head titling to the side inquisitively.

“ well aren’t you just a lady “ Tess scoffed, patting your leg gently to urge you to stand up

“ lady? You must be thinkin of someone else “ you seemed reluctant to stop kissing her, grabbing her multiple times on the way out of the lounge. Including a long pause on the stairs where she almost regretted suggesting you move. And seriously debated just letting the entire thing play out right there on the staircase.

She’d never really been one for kissing. But with you she couldn’t stop. She was obsessed. A woman possessed. And she was taking her time.

But she remained on track. Leading you into her bedroom and the bed she had barely slept in.

She sat down on the edge, watching you as you closed the door before turning to her. Leaning back against it for a moment.

You were truly something. Stood there in your jeans and your bra. Your mismatched socks and your ruffled hair. Lips kiss swollen and eyes watching her intently.

“ c’mere “ she said quietly, gesturing you over with a tilt of her head. You wandered over, coming to a stop in front of her and reaching out to cup her face gently “ you’re so fuckin beautiful you know “ she said, not entirely intending to say it out loud and rather just think it. But the blush that crept across your cheeks made her glad she had said it.

“ you think? “ she hummed a reply, her fingers trailing up and down the backs of your thighs.

She didn’t know what it was about having you there in that room. Her room. Alone. It felt so incredibly intimate. In fact the entire night had. She’d never taken such… time. Time to explore and to appreciate, to admire. And now to have you in bedroom, a room she had barely been able to step foot in alone since arriving in town. But felt almost at ease with you there.

It was a lot to attempt to process all at once. And so she decided not to. That it wasn’t the time to send herself spiralling into yet another pit of despair and dread, she focussed all her attention back to you.

“ you’re sweet “

“ I’m not sweet I’m honest “ you smiled again at that. In reality she was not an honest person. She was deceitful and not to be trusted by anyone but Joel. But you trusted her. And she was honest with you.

She was. You truly were beautiful. And she felt a fool that it had taken her as long as it had to stop and really look at you. Had spent so long despising your presence rather than admiring you from day one.

She slipped her hands further up your legs, cupping the denim clad flesh of your ass and pushing you forward slightly. You took the hint, stepping over her legs and placing yourself back in her lap. Your arms looped loosely around her neck.

She couldn’t resist diving forward, lips against your neck and teeth grazing your soft skin in a way that made the most delicious sounds leave your lips.

“ oh, Tess “ your fingers tugged lightly at her hair as she continued her gentle assault, hands wandering and desperate to touch as much of you as she could. “ I can’t take much more of this teasing “ you whispered after a few moments, tugging at her hair to make her raise her head.

Her fingers ghosted over the blooming marks on your skin. Blossoming spots of red and purple, marks of a gentle cruelty that had sent the most beautiful look of bliss to overcome your face. Yet another mark of possession on your skin, but not of chains and binds this time…. Of hatred. But of teeth. Of lips. Of desire.

Possession through the deep rooted need to keep you as her own, but simply to hold. To protect. To love.

“ Tess “ she wouldn’t make you wait any longer. She wanted to keep touching, to commit every single inch of you to memory. But she figured that she’d have plenty of opportunities to do so.

And she would give you anything you asked of her. So she would not make you wait.

Through a desire blurred haze she manoeuvred you to lay down, a blur of clothing making its way to the floor and soft moans as her hands ventured downwards.

“ no no keep looking at me “ she said, her voice as quiet as it had been since you’d lead her up those stairs, coaxing your head up from where you were hiding with her free hand “ that’s it I wanna see you “ you slipped a hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her down to press your forehead against hers with a small nod, lips parted slightly as she moved her fingers in soft circles.

She lost track of time. Of all straight forward thinking. The seconds and the minutes all blurring into a moonlit haze of body parts in her mind. She took her time, breaking you down and unwinding every single knot under your skin.

Nothing else existed outside the four walls of that room, just you and her. The soft lewd sounds of her fingers between your legs, your quiet whimpers and gasps into her mouth, the rustle of the sheets beneath you as you arched and writhed beneath her.

There was something incredible about having you there, foreheads pressed together as she hovered over you, something so… romantic. How your hands held onto her, fingertips warm like they were branding her skin. Isolated in that room in a newer way than she had been used to.

And when she finally brought you to your long awaited climax, she watched you intently. Admiring the beautiful way your face moved and contorted in pleasure, watching your lips part and your legs tremble.

You returned the favour once you’d regained your regular breathing pattern. Pushing her onto her back and leading a trail of soft kisses down her chest and her stomach, settling between her legs and sending her eyes falling into the back of her head.

Her back arching off the mattress and her hand twisting into your hair, relishing in a bliss she hadn’t felt in an incredibly long time.

And then you lay there together. A comfortable silence enveloping the room, only disturbed by the occasional kiss or soft sigh.

Tess’ fingers played gently with your hair, inevitably lulling you into sleep. And she took the time to think.

She realised that in the time she had lived there it was her first night actually sleeping in her bed. She glanced down at where you were sound asleep on her chest, the weight and warmth of you pressed against her keeping away any anxious thoughts that wanted to creep into her mind.

And she didn’t want to escape downstairs, didn’t want to run. To push you away and tell you to leave. That sleeping together was far more intimate to her than any form of sex act could be.

The thoughts didn’t come.

It had taken her meeting you to finally come to terms with what her life was now. And the things that she had done. That in the current climate there were really no good or bad people. Just human beings trying to survive. Do whatever it took to live to see another day. Doing unspeakable things to get by and trying to convince themselves afterwards that they had done the right thing. That they had had no choice.

And that was okay. She was coming to peace with that. She would never fully forget, but neither would anyone else. But that was okay. Because as long as she had you by her side, she was quite content in the knowledge that she could handle it.

That then come spring those flowers you had planted would bloom again and she would let her fears die with the frost.

Everything would be okay.

#I post this reluctantly #because you read anons have been so rude to me lately #unnecessary #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou #tess tlou #tess x reader #Joel miller #ellie williams #x you #x reader #tlou fanfiction #Anna torv #tlou hbo

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Headcanons about Kate

These are just a few things I personally deem as headcanon about Kate, after rewatching and analyzing her interactions and personality traits. Please remember that this is just my perception of her. If you have anything you consider to be headcanon about Kate let me know.

- likes being playful and teases you a lot

- leans against EVERYTHING (example: doors, counters, couches, tables. hell, she’d probably even lean against you if you let her lmao)

- manspreads. always. (if you ask why she sits that way she’ll tell you “i don’t know. it’s just comfortable,” and you know what i can’t argue that)

- can’t sit straight. (if you find her sitting properly, it’s probably because of a formal gathering or a meeting)

- likes stealing kisses from you (you could be sitting, standing, laying down it doesn’t matter she’ll still manage to steal one from you. AND ITS ADORABLE)

- randomly does something that only makes sense to her and just confuses you (things like her leaving a half empty cup ramen with tinfoil over it and her explanation? “what? i was in a hurry to leave.”)

- always wears socks

- loves cereal, specifically Frosted Flakes

- can accurately shoot up to five arrows at the same time

- loves to spoil you

- sometimes likes to splurge on perfumes (she’s not big on jewelry but fragrances? absolutely.)

- has a spacific playlist for working out

- made a playlist for you

- can’t take care of live plants, so she buys fake ones (she just doesn’t have a green thumb. any greenery you see in her apartment or dorm isn’t real lmao)

- loves target

- tried to hit the target logo with a plunger arrow (this is very on brand for kate)

- somehow burned water??? (we’ve established that she can’t cook multiple times by almost burning the apartment down. the one time the apartment burned, wasn’t her fault, but still kinda was lmao)

- collects squishmallows (she definitely buys the 24 inch squishmallows)

- if she doesn’t get her way she’ll start cutely pouting

- gets flustered when you’ve out rizzed her

- loves to act cocky around you (whatever you do don’t challenge her to a game of fencing, she wins. she’ll let that go to her head lmao)

- loves going to the movie theater with you

- gets excited to get a slushy and popcorn

- when she talks about you to someone she gets shy

- mumbles stuff under her breath (when she was talking with yelena in episode 6 she’s LITERALLY doing it. “yeah, i know what box mac n cheese tastes like, okay? i know it’s- i know it’s delicious.”)

- she’s insecure about her rambling but you always reassure her that it’s fine and you’re listening

- she’s spent too much money on a gaming pc

- only owns a pair of boots (it doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, she’s going to wear her boots even if it’s a dress)

- super clumsy (somehow in the field she’s good at not being clumsy, but oh my god she’ll make your blood pressure spike 100%)

- always thinks outside of the box (it's impressive how quickly she thinks on her feet)

- is surprisingly calm under certain serious situations (i mean she took down men double her size running right at her, i’d panic and run the opposite direction)

- doesn’t give up easily which results in her being stubborn sometimes

- you having to remind her to shut up or low her voice in very quiet places (you could be on a mission with her and a few others and she just randomly “hey, did you see that tiktok i sent you this morning?” “SHHH, is now really the time for that?”)

- will send unhinged texts at worse time (you’re both in a debriefing and she’ll just text something like, “okay, so hear me out… we kidnap him.” “what?! no. kate we’re not about to steal rocket!”)

- loves sending memes (that’s literally all of her tiktok fyp)

- ALWAYS LOSES HER APARTMENT KEYS (someone give this girl a tile… you know what she would also end up losing that too lmao)

- loves ring but ends up losing them

- has a matching arrow necklace with you (again, she doesn’t wear rings much since she’s always losing them, so she’d go with a bracelet or necklace)

- loves hats, hoodies and sweatpants (after seeing that one picture of hailee wear her hawkeye hat, it’s headcanon for kate)

- still somehow makes you laugh even when you’re upset with her

- it doesn’t matter what time of day it is, when she’s been assigned a mission. she’ll always make time to video chat with you

edited: i’ve proofread this like three times, if there’s still typos or anything just ignore them lmao

#kate bishop #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x you #hawkeye kate bishop #hailee steinfeld

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Close Enough to Kiss

Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Imagine

Summary: You and Steven spend a nice evening at home, this includes your first kiss.

Word Count: 930

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The music flowed softly through the flat as you waltzed around the kitchen. You were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. He was working later than usual, Donna gave him the short end of the stick yet again.

Currently you were making his favorite curry since you all agreed that it was Steven’s turn for a date night. You wanted it to be perfect. Mostly since you haven’t kissed yet.

Not that you haven’t kissed Marc or Jake, those happened months ago. It just seemed like every time you have tried it with Steven, he would change the subject or move his head away. Did he not want you like how the others did?

You hear the key opening the lock and you turn to see him walk into the flat. ‘Speak of the Devil’ right? After setting his stuff down, he notices you in the kitchen and smiles wide. The way his eyes lit up made you smile in return.

“Oh love, look at you.” He starts, making his way towards you. “This all for our date?”

“Of course it is, you know I love taking care of you.”

His hands fall on your waist as he looks at you. Your hands wrap around his neck as you sway slowly to the music. Absolute bliss. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you.

“Have I got a surprise for you!” He says, taking your hand and twirling you around. You giggle and hum at him in response. “Donna has given me an actual day off tomorrow! Fab, right?”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

“So you got us all day tomorrow.”

“Oh what to do with all that time?” You grin and he cheeks tint a soft pink. He looks over to the tinted glass of the fish tank, before turning back to you. 

“Er, Jake said he calls dibs on ya in the morning.”

“He can have me after I wake up cuddled next to you.” You pat his chest before turning back to the stove. The boys were always greedy with their time with you. So you compromised with each of them.

You finish cooking the curry with Steven pressed against you. His warmth made up for how chilly the flat was. Turns out that winter in London was very cold. Maybe just as cold as Chicago. Winters there were actually the worst now that you thought about it.

Once you had plated the food, you both sat in the small living room and ate. Watching him as he devoured every bite. Your cheeks tint with the heat of your body. There was no way that this lovely man was yours. It was very surreal.

You both sat on the ground finishing the bottle of wine you had bought. The alcohol had begun flooding your senses as you scooted closer to Steven. He had spread his legs wider so you could fit in between them.

Nuzzling each other’s necks, you notice the soft sighs coming from his mouth. He was taking in your scent. You blush as you realize you were doing the same.

“Steven?” You push out.

“Yes, love?”

“Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

His movements stop abruptly as he pulls back. It was definitely the alcohol talking. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“I- I’ve kissed you.” He starts. “Well Marc definitely has at least.”

“And Jake.” You mumbled.

“See you’ve been kissed by us.”

“No, Steven! You! I want to be kissed by you!”

Silence fell between the both of you. It was true though. You wanted to feel the softness of Steven’s kisses, or how you would imagine they would feel.

“I just fret that I won’t be as passionate as Marc is.” He says quietly. Your eyes fly up to meet his own. Both your hands reach up to cup his face. 

Holding him gently, you whisper “I don’t need you to be like Marc. I need you to be like Steven.”

You lean in close and brush your lips against his. Like an invitation, he accepts and closes the gap between you. The shyness of his kiss was definitely different than how Marc’s were. Pulling away, you allow your eyes to flutter open to gaze at the man in front of you. 

What a sight he was. You both were speechless as you leaned in for another kiss. This time more demanding. Wanting to see if his gentleness was a one time thing. It wasn’t. He peppered small kisses against your lips, and you returned them.

“Oh, love.” He said softly. The heat of his breath tickles against your neck. “Your lips taste so sweet.”

“I think I love you.” You whisper. Not fully realizing what you had said, you feel him pull away. Opening your eyes, you see him staring at you with wide eyes.

Clasping your hands over your mouth, you begin to apologize. Why would you have said that so suddenly? It wasn’t even romantic. What an idiot.

“You love us?” Steven asks dumbfounded. You nod as you duck your head in embarrassment.

“I do. I really do, and it feels so good to say it outloud.” 

Steven reaches his hand out and rests it on your thigh. His chocolate brown eyes staring at you with much tenderness.

“We love you too.”

“To the moon and back?” You ask.

“Far beyond it.”

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x gender neutral reader #steven grant moon knight #steven grant imagine #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #marvel

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Take The Lead

carmen x f!reader

word count: 1.55k

warnings/author's note: mdni! unprotected p in v sex (y'all better wrap it irl), creampie, light teasing, established relationship. this is literally my first time writing smut of any kind and i am SCARED this could literally be complete hot dog water i hope it isn't and i lowkey might delete it okay enough rambling enjoy

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You hear the lock to your apartment click quietly, and the door hinges creak slightly as the door opens. The sound of non-slip shoe soles and heavy coat fabric fills your tired ears as you recognize the familiar sound of your boyfriend coming home. He pads over to the sofa where you’re lying with your eyes still closed, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and tilts his head as he watches you breathe softly for a few seconds.

“Carmy,” you mumble, making him flinch slightly. He had no idea you had been awake. “Staring at me while I'm half-asleep isn’t a proper way to say hello, y’know.”

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the sofa, blinking your eyes to adjust to brightness of your TV screen. The baking competition show you had put on hours ago was still running. You zone out for a second, staring at one of the contestants frosting a chocolate cake. Carmy’s eyes follow yours, and he furrows his brows after a second.

“That cake looks really fuckin' dry,” he says, folding his arms and looking back at you. You take him in, noting his disheveled hair and red, sunken eyes. Your gaze softens, and you pat the spot next to you on the sofa to motion him to sit down. He plops down next to you, throwing his head back and sighing loudly. You lean over and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Long day?” you ask, playing with the fingers on his left hand. You pay extra attention to a gold signet ring you’d given him on his birthday that sat on his middle finger. Except for when he cooked, he had rarely taken it off since.

“Yeah, um… yeah. Really long,” he exhaled. “We, uh… started doing to-gos today,” he explained, looking at you.

You grimaced. You knew that he’d been nervous about it for days now, and from what you can tell, it hadn’t gone that well. “How was it?” you asked gently.

“It was… a completely and utter shitshow. God, babe, we were so fucked. I—” he paused, raking a hand through his hair haphazardly. “I raised my voice. I yelled. More than once,” he admits with a defeated shrug.

“I bet it was stressful, hon; don’t beat yourself up over it. You made it through, at least. I’m really proud of you, Carmy,” you say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah?” he says, giving you a small smile. “Jesus, I’m just glad that shit’s over. I’m so goddamn tired. And I missed you. I need you,” he says, whispering the last sentence. Your heart jumps in response.

“You missed me?” you asked coyly.

“Always. Only thing I could think about was coming home to you. So I could do this…” he trails off, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. He plants a kiss on the skin where your neck and shoulder met, eliciting a sharp inhale from you.

“Carmy… you’re tired, you should— you should really go to sleep,” you struggle to say as he kisses the upper part of your neck.

“Shit, you’re right,” he mutters. “You’ll make it quick, yeah?”

You try to hide your grin. It was like this most nights. Carmy, usually too tired from his shifts, loved it when you were in control. You climbed over him on the sofa to straddle his spread knees, clasping your hands behind his neck and pulling his forehead into yours. You dipped down to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, but Carmy tightened his grip on your hips, willing you to deepen the kiss. Your hands left his neck in favor of playing with his hair, paying special attention to the hairs at the nape of his neck. One of your hands moves down to palm between his legs, causing him to moan.

“Baby, I dunno how long I’ll last. I’m so fuckin’— so fuckin’ tired,” he admits, murmmering against your lips.

“It’s okay, Carmy,” you breathe, the syllables of his name sickly sweet on your tongue. He groaned low in his throat. He fucking loved it when you said his name like that. He reached down underneath you to pull off his pants and boxers, noting the way your breath hitched when his hand brushed against your clothed sensitive spot.

“Did that feel good?” he asks, taunting you. You nod your head blissfully in response, and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah? Take ‘em off,” he says, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. You waste no time lifting yourself off his lap, pulling your shorts down, and tossing them off, not caring where they landed. His ringed middle finger hooks under the crotch of your underwear, and he flicks his calloused thumb over your clit. You give a ragged gasp, bracing your palms on his chest.

“Carmy—,” you whine.

“Hmm?” he replies, acting completely oblivious to the effect he was having on you.

“I thought— I thought this was supposed to be quick,” you breathed. He slips two fingers inside you and speeds up the pace at which he was playing with your clit, causing your face to crumple with pleasure.

“I know, baby. M’still gonna take care of you, though,” he said huskily. With his thumb still working your clit, he picks up the pace, angling his fingers to hit the spot inside of you that made you lose all your senses.

“Fuck, Carmy,” whisper out in a high pitched whine. Your fingernails dig into his muscular arms, and you throw your head back and shut your eyes in anticipation, feeling the knot in your stomach stretch tighter and tighter like a rubber band. You feel two fingers grab your jaw and tilt your face down.

“Look at me, honey, look at me,” Carmy whispers, his eyes roaming over your face. He takes in the sight of you— chest heaving, forehead glistening, jaw slack with pleasure— and makes a mental picture for later.

“Carm, I’m gonna- I’m so… so close,” you whisper frantically. You feel the band inside of you snap, and you dig your fingers even deeper into his skin as your eyes loll back and you reach your peak. Carmy’s name is the only word on your lips as your legs tremble while you ride out the aftershocks of your high. His fingers slow to a stop inside of you, and he tilts his head to the side, shooting you a lazy smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already,” he muses. “Are you?”

“No,” you say, knitting your eyebrows in defiance. “Absolutely not,” you add, running a hand up his hardened shaft as if to prove your point.

“Christ,” he says through his teeth. He reflexively throws his head back, causing you to smirk. You pump him a few times before you line his dick up to your entrance and slowly sink down.

“Oh, shit” Carmy hisses, watching his cock disappear into you. “You’re so- oh God, fuck,” he breathes. Both of his hands shoot up to grab your tits as he watched you ride him.

“You like seeing that dick slide in n’ outta ya, hmm?” he whispers. His words shoot straight down to your pussy, creating a familiar ache. You bite down hard on your bottom lip.

"Carmy," you breathe. "If you make me come again, I just might have to stop. You don't want me to stop, do you?" you finish, your tone deceptively sweet. You watch as his eyes shifts to something darker, more needy.

"No, don't— don't fuckin' stop," Carmy says through gritted teeth. He can feel your walls hugging him tighter and tighter, bringing him closer and closer to his peak. Carmy swears right then and there in that moment that you were made just for him. He digs his fingers deep into the flesh of your hips, and uses the strength in his arms to slam you down harder onto him, causing a strangled gasp to escape your lips.

"Fuck, Carm," you whine. "Are you close?"

Your question's answered seconds later when you feel his hot release into your core. You slow down to a stop, resting your palms on his chest as you both catch your breaths. Carmy gazes at you with heavy-lidded, lust blown eyes, and the sight makes you smile. You loved how he became completely and utterly undone by your touch.

"You made a fuckin' mess of yourself. Just look at the couch," Carmy teases, running his hands up and down the sides of your waist.

"I made a mess? You're the one who came in me," you shoot back, poking an accusatory finger into his chest. "And how are you gonna tease me while you're literally still inside me?" you say, fighting back a smile.

Carmy looked down between the two of you where you were still connected, then looked back at you, feigning surprise. "Shit. You might have a point, hon," he says, grinning lazily.

"Let's clean up, okay?" you giggle. "And then after that, we need to sleep. You need to sleep. Deal?" you continue, smoothing the hair from his face and holding his face in both of your hands.

He leans in to rest his forehead on yours, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. "Deal."

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear hulu #the bear fx #onestopfanficshop

[enid-rhees]

eyes up here | Rosita Espinosa x Fem!Reader

summary: you can’t help but stare at Rosita’s lips every time she talks to you. one day, she finally realizes it.

genre: friends to lovers :)

warnings: some suggestive stuff but not too much.

A/N: i fucking love Rosita y’all . reminder that requests are OPEN for Rosita and everyone else i write for. if you want to request, read pinned!

you were planting more seeds and watering the ones that were already planted. they mostly consisted of fruits and vegetables. with a huge empty space in Alexandria, it was converted into a garden for stuff like this. you took care of it the most.

with the sun beating down right on you, you felt like you were about to burn to a crisp. your hat wasn’t doing much help to shield your head as sweat dripped down you like crazy.

after you dug the final hole, placed the seeds in and gave it a bit of water, you fell back onto the grass, trying to catch your breath. you took your hat off, placing it directly on your face.

“well, what do we have here?” you heard a voice. you took the hat off your face, above you stood Rosita.

you chuckled, “me dying in the heat.” you answered. she reached her hand out for you to grab. you took her hand and she pulled you up. “did you finish planting them?” she asked.

“yeah, it’s all done.” you breathed out. as Rosita looked over the garden, you couldn’t help but admire her.

you couldn’t lie that you had a crush on Rosita. she was everything; extremely beautiful, brave, not at all afraid to take down anything in her way. she was everything to you.

“what are you doing after this?” Rosita asked you. you thought for a moment, “not sure. only thing i had planned today was this.” you responded, gesturing towards the field of plants.

“wanna come by my place for a bit? i have a bottle of wine and maybe i can cook some-“ your eyes slipped down to her lips as she spoke. it was hard not to get distracted by them, it always happened.

part of you dreamed about finally kissing her. what it would be like to have her hands run down your body, stopping on your waist and pulling you closer to her.

you’ve daydreamed about the way she would kiss down your neck, or leave small little hidden marks that only she could-

“hey, eyes up here.” Rosita snapped her fingers, bringing you back to reality. your face burned as she smirked over at you. “distracted?” she asked.

“i- i uh,” you stuttered over your words, not knowing what to say. it was too late to come up with an excuse, she had finally caught you.

Rosita walked closer to you and you felt your heart speed up. her hands slowly made their way to your waist and she held you close. at this point, your heart was racing a million miles a second.

she leaned her head closer to you, your lips only centimeters apart. she was teasing you. “is this what you want?” she asked, eyelashes batting up at you.

“yes.” you responded with a shaky breath. she finally closed the gap between you two. you held onto her face as you two kissed.

you didn’t know how long it had gone on for, but it was long enough for you guys to be out of breath when you pulled away. she still kept you close against her, hands tightening around your waist.

“still wanna come back to my place?” she asked with a teasing smile. you mirrored the smile, “of course.”

#rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita espinosa #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd rosita

[kissitbttr]

I think mean cheerleader has a single mom who is her best friend and biggest supporter. Eddie is super nervous to meet her because he's so used to being judged but mc's mom immediately loves him. She sees he isn't like all of mc's exes and eventually thinks of him as a son. Knowing how busy Wayne is working, she always is trying to feed Eddie and ask if he needs help with anything. MC loves her two favourite people get on and that Eddie is part of her family. Total fluff stuff!

oh my god yes this idea is perfect anon! I’ve been thinking abt the mean cheerleader!reader having a single mom too! bless your heart for this💞!

eddie meeting mean!cheerleader mom for the first time <3

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“she’s gonna love you baby, no need to be nervous” she leans over to peck his cheek, intertwining her hand around his as the two of them walk towards the house,

“not so sure about that princess” he lets out a nervous cackle, “every single parent that lives here hates my guts. no matter what i do, I’m always the bad guy in their eyes. it’s cool though.”

if her heart could ever make a sound, she would hear it break into pieces over the choice of his words. how cruel do you have to be as a person, that you think you are entitled to make a person feel like this? especially when this person is eddie. none of those people deserved him. they never did.

“i can assure you, eddie my love.” she stops walking, tugging his wrist to face her. “that my mother isn’t like the rest. she’s less judgmental and really nice. also she makes a mean chocolate pie. one bite and you’ll be addicted”

she will do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable. because after all he has been through. all the insecurities he poured that one night as she held him close to her chest. crying softly in her embrace. enough is enough. this man has been longing for warm love and comfort, so that’s what she’s gonna give to him.

he shoots her a smile, tucking a strand of loose hair behind the ear before cupping her soft cheek. “i love you, sweetheart. god, i just feel so lucky to have you right now.”

“i know” she sasses, earning a laugh from her boyfriend. “i love you too. now, you ready to come in? it’s almost dinner time, i think she’s cooking something.”

she guides him towards the front door and eddie surely feels like his knees starting to buckle. he’s heard stories about her mom before. how her mother is her biggest inspiration and that she has become the most important person in y/n’s life. probably that’s why he’s nervous. because if he couldn’t get her blessing, then he’s probably done for.

“ready” he blows a huge breathe, fixing his jacket and hair to make himself looking presentable. “shit why am i like this”

“calm down eds” she giggles, unlocking the door before stepping. “ma? I’m home!” she calls out, gesturing eddie to come in with her hand. an excited grin plastered on her face,

eddie however still a tad bit nervous, though it seems to lessen after y/n hooks her arm around his to ease the nerves he has inside. he silently thanks her.

“where is she? is she-“

“i’m in the kitchen, darling! just took out the best pot roast you will ever have!”

“i know that because you’re a good cook ma” she says, walking towards the dining room with eddie walking beside her. “oh and uh-ma I brought eddie. my boyfriend. hope that’s okay.”

‘here we go’ he thinks, another look of disappointment he’d be receiving from another parent. not that he’s going to be surprised. she notices the tight look going on his face, so she plants a reassuring kiss on his lips in which he’s grateful for.

a few minutes later, her mother comes into view. with a gravy stained apron tied around her body and her hair is pulled up into a bun. her lips stretched into a large smile before removing the gloves,

“of course it’s okay, y/n. so this is the infamous eddie I’ve heard about huh? oh sweetheart, he’s cuter in person!” she walks over to the two of them, “how are you, darling?”

“uhm ms. y/l/n h-hi, nice to meet you” he awkwardly extends his hand to shake, seeing the frown upon her face when she sees him does that.

“oh we only do hugs in this household sweetheart, come here” she wraps her arms around eddie before he can say anything, catching him off guard.

this feels oddly unfamiliar to him because he hasn’t been hugged by a family member in a long time but this also feels… nice?

his body just begins to freeze, not knowing what to do. that is until y/n goes behind her mother and mouth ‘it’s okay’ to him, sending him a soft smile. silently letting him know that in this house, you’re free to let your emotions go.

with that, he slowly hugs her back. screwing his eyes shut as he begins to take it all in. because this embrace will somehow heal his inner childhood trauma. it’d help him a lot. i guess that’s what you get for not receiving many affections as a kid. someone touches you once then you’ll begin to break

“y/n has told me a lot about you, eddie. such a shame that she didn’t bring you sooner. in which i told her to” she starts after pulling away from him,

y/n rolls her eyes, placing her purse on the table and shrugging off her white puffer jacket. “we weren’t dating that time ma, god!”

“yeah yeah” she waves her off, chuckling at her daughter. her eyes turn back towards eddie who keeps a nervous smile on his features “well eddie, make yourself at home, okay? stay for dinner.”

“oh I couldn’t ms.y/l/n I don’t want to bother-“

“nonsense! you could never be a bother. grab a seat, have some pot roast and we can have my infamous chocolate pie after. y/n told me you like chocolate.” she pokes his side, going back to the kitchen and grab some utensils,

“yeah, a lot actually.” he laughs a bit, taking a seat next to his girlfriend who plays on a dopey smile, causing him to mess with her hair. “what are you smiling at?”

she sighs, propping her elbows on the wooden table. eyeing her pretty boyfriend who shares the same look. “i told you, she likes you.”

“you think so?” he cranes his neck to where your mother is, “well, you know i gotta make a good impression”

she nods, rubbing her knuckles lightly against his cheek. “my mother has no shame in showing her dislike towards someone in instant. if she doesn’t like you, she tells you right away. either by her expression or action.”

he hums. “like mother like daughter, huh?” his finger pokes the tip of her nose, causing her to scrunch it

“what can i say, baby?” she shrugs, a giggle follows after. leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. just because.

“y/n? be a doll and help me with these mashed potatoes?” she hears her mother call out,

“no need to ask mama” y/n stands from her chair, staring down at his gorgeous eyes. “be right back. sit tight.”

eddie nods, kissing her hand before she walks into the kitchen. that’s when he takes the opportunity to eye each and every corner of the house. it’s definitely not what he thought it be like. just a normal house with minimum decorating, few baby pictures of y/n by the fireplace that makes him smile.

he carefully removes himself from the seat, slowly making his way towards where the picture stand. there’s one where she was dressed in a ballerina outfit, looking straight to the camera showing off her pearly whites. she looked so damn cute,

“she wouldn’t take off that ballerina outfit for two weeks after that”

he whips his head back to see her mother standing couple feet from him, seeing her smile at the memory. “really?”

with a nod, she takes a couple steps forward. “was such a hassle to try to take it off of her. so i just sort of let her did her thing and hoped she got sick of it.”

“that definitely sounds like her” he laughs, earning one from her too. “has it… always been the two of you?”

“ever since she was three. her poor excuse of a father bailed the minute he found a younger girl for him to date.”

“i’m sorry to hear that, ms. y/l/n.” he eyes her with sad eyes. “nobody deserves that”

“nothing to be sorry for, darling” she gives him a smile, placing a hand on his shoulder to give a light squeeze. “you got my little girl in a cloud 9, you know that?”

hearing her say that, makes his heart bloom in pride. he can’t help but let out a sigh of relief and a grin breaks out. “i do, ma’am?”

“oh, absolutely. coming home all joyful as if three cupids were hovering above her. no more dull or plain emotion. she’s in her happy place and i, thank you for that, eddie. my daughter needs it. and I’m grateful that it’s you.”

there’s something in the way she says it, that makes eddie just wants to break down and cry. how many people have come forward and tell him that they’re grateful for his existence? let alone say a ‘thank you’. not even when his parents were still around. for that reason alone, it made him think that he’s good for nothing. and he’d turn out just like his old man.

“i never-“ he cuts himself off with a cough before continuing, “i never had someone in my family tell me things like that. growing up it was just me and my uncle, even that we don’t really talk much. he’s a good man though, it’s just-sorry” he sniffles, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “I don’t get to hear that often”

y/n’s mother nods slowly, sympathizing for the young man standing before her. screaming from the inside, just begging to be cared and understood by the people that are close to him. that’s it. and he couldn’t even get one single thing? what kind of parents does that?

“you know something, darling? you need to stop saying sorry for things you have no control for. and this. is not your fault. everything that happened, was not by your doing. you’re just a kid. and i applaud you for holding on. there’s only much you can handle with your age.” she rubs his back in circular motion, something she does when her daughter gets sad. “when everything gets too much, you can always come here. i promise, i will welcome you with open arms. you’re a good person eddie, i can just tell by the way y/n talks about you.”

eddie’s glossy eyes turn to look at her. now that’s a look that he has been waiting for from someone. and he just can’t help but feels so overwhelmed with love and hospitality that his girl’s mother brings. of course, it surprised him to know that she wasn’t exactly like the rest of the parents in hawkins. soon when he walked in, she didn’t give him a dirty look , instead she hugged him.

she hugged. him

“thank you so much, ms. y/l/n. truly i- god this is the second happiest day of my life.” he laughs through his light sobs, wiping the tears with his sleeves.

“what is the first?”

“winning your daughter’s heart” his cheeks are blushing, hearing her mother chuckle,

“good answer.”

y/n is carrying a steaming hot mashed potatoes when she walks in, smiling to herself immediately as she witnesses two of her favorite people share a hug. something that she thought she’d never see.

“dinner’s ready” she says, breaking them away from the embrace as she saunters towards the table. placing the bowl on top. “come, come.”

“thank you, baby” her mother keeps her grip on his shoulder, looking over at him with one last look before saying, “oh and eddie? I’ve heard about what they said about you. so I’m here to tell you, i don’t believe a single shit. if they did something, you come straight to me, got it?”

eddie is quick to nod, not letting the grateful smile off his face. hands shoved in his pockets. “yes, ma’am”

“good. now let’s have some dinner.”

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i have so much fun writing this because it’s really cute! EEK. hands up if you have daddy/mommy issues!🙋🏻‍♀️

​i think im definitely gonna write more abt eddie interacting with mean cheerleader! mom !!

#i hope this is good enough anon! and i do hope you like it! #anon #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie munson blurbs #eddie things #eddie munson x reader

[coleskingdom]

Bang Bang BBQ

Jay White x F Reader

Minors DNI 18+

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

“Which one of you is manning the grill today?” Colten asked walking into the backyard with a cooler. Jay was busy spraying his beloved plants, while I was prepping the grill. “ She is” spraying me with the mister. “ I learned a long time ago not to argue with her over the grill, potato salad , iced tea or what goes in chili. She might brand me if I tried to take those tongs away from her.” his attention solely dedicated to the marigolds. “ I like her meat better anyway….” Jays glare on Colten “ I mean her cooking “ I laughed at the scene, Austin in a pool floaty, Juice coming down the slide in to the pool. Colten in trouble as usual,, and Jay relaxed mostly. “ Jay leave him be, bless his heart” as I put the steaks on the grill.

Jay came up behind me “ if I leave him alone, then my attention is going to be solely on you” I jumped when I felt an ice cube, between his lips as he ran it down my neck. “Behave” I whispered, “ No” as he dropped the cube down my back. “ You’re the one who wanted to have a bbq remember” as I turned to face him, “True but you weren’t thrilled with the idea of Toronto and being without me. So this was the compromise a few steaks, a few drinks, some sunshine, the boys it’s going to be fun.” Kissing me, and slapping my ass as he went to jump in the pool.

The afternoon passed easily and I was setting the table for dinner , all the stuff I knew they loved but didn’t treat themselves to. Steak and chicken , potatoes, corn, cole slaw, banana pudding . “Boys dinners ready” the conversation flowed easily as everyone filled their plates. “ Jay says that it was his promo skills that made you fall for him. Is that true?” Colten asked cutting into his steak “ No, that would’ve meant that. I fell for King Switch and not Jay” my hand reaching for Jays. “ Now that is some revisionist history” Juice choked out “Truth is boys , there was no separation between King Switch and Jay. Do you remember the promo you cut on Great O Khan, and her face turned so red, I don’t even think they’d been on a date yet. He was talking about how he was the dominator, and to get on your knees open your mouth . Hell phantasmo didn’t know what to say. Hell she didn’t know where to look.” his laughter cutting off the story. “ Juicey, she can tell her version, and I’ll know what really happened.” His wink made the table laugh squeezing my hand.

Juice could tell by my face that I really wanted the topic dropped “ Boys, I think I’ve got that video bookmarked” his eyebrows wiggling at me, I loved and hated everything that Juice was at times like this. I started to get up from the table to get something from the kitchen, when Jay leaned over to whisper “Stay, he’s just messing with you, besides that promo brings back some memories “his grin mischievous as a wave of heat ran through me. Juice managed to play the promo over the Bluetooth speaker, Colten and Austin couldn’t stop laughing at the King Switches Bitch, meanwhile my mind drifted to a different set of memories. I had never been one for casual hookups but there was something about the aura of King Switch when he came to pick me up for dinner that night we never made it. I had been so forward that night driven by pure lust, I knew even if it was a one night thing I would’ve had no regrets about being King Switch’s Bitch.

About the third time through, Jay looked at me and nodded we both got up from the table. Juice clearly entertaining the boys .

“Jay what are you doing ?” as he pulled me inside the pantry, his mouth on mine kissing me deeply. “ Sweet girl, if they only knew, who the real dominator in this relationship is.” his hands reaching for the strings of the bikini top, untying it as his hands moved , down my body. “ that I may be King Switch but I’ve always been your bitch” as his mouth moved down my breast grazing his teeth along it, he planted hurried kisses, down my stomach,his arm swiping items off the counter as he picked me up and put me there. “Jay someone is gonna hear us” my words coming out shaky, as he undid the swimsuit bottom. “ It wouldn’t be the first time Juice had heard us, I’d dare the other two to even mention it. “ his beard nuzzling the inside of my thigh,his hands parting my legs, “ Sweet girl, I’m on my knees , my eyes open, thanking you” as his mouth found my clit, I moaned my hands in his hair, he continued licking and sucking, my hands pulling him in deeper. “ Jay, please need you” he continued until my legs started to tremble. He inserted two fingers pumping in and out his forearm flexing his mouth sucking a little harder as I came hard, his mouth and fingers fucking me through it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, if we had more time, I’d fuck you properly.” kissing my thigh. He handed me a bottle of water, as he cleaned me with paper towel. He retied my swimsuit, kissed me again as I nuzzled into him. “They’re gonna know” I said into his shoulder his laugh “ Oh sweet girl, there’s no denying it. Absolutely not one bit. “ taking my hand and leading me back outside.

#jay white x you #switchblade jay white smut #jay white fanfiction #king switch #jay white imagine #jay white smut #aew fanfiction #aew smut

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey there! Maybe some more Angela Giarratana x reader if you're up for it? Something soft and domestic would be dope. Love your work so far :D

Sweeter Than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader

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summary: when you are tired from work, angela cooks with you

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

a/n: thank you so much for your support!! i hope you enjoy, love!! 🎀💋💌

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You’d been sitting at your computer for what felt like weeks. Your eyes burned, your fingers ached, and if you had to re-enter your password one more time because a webpage ‘timed out’ you were going to blow.

     When you’d told your boss you’d take on some extra work you didn’t think he’d meant all of the company’s work for the entire year. You were exhausted and the only thing that was keeping you sane was Angela’s constant attention that if nothing else provided a much needed distraction. 

     She’d been bringing you food and getting you blankets when you were working late into the night and you were grateful for her. 

     Now you heard her footsteps approaching as you forced your eyes to stay open and look at your computer screen. 

     “Work stuff?” Angela came up behind you, laying her head on your shoulder. 

     “Work stuff,” you confirmed, continuing to type. 

     Angela wrapped her arms around you and planted a kiss on your cheek. You leaned into her touch.

     She began to massage your shoulders. “You wanna take a break for a little?”

     “Ange, you know I can’t.”

     “Come on, I have never seen someone more in desperate need of a break,” she said, moving to stand in front of you now. 

     You shook your head at her sadly.

     Angela pouted, “Please? For me?”

     “I wish I could but—”

     “How about we bake something?” Angela asked.

     Ever since you’d moved in together, you had begun cooking together and trying different recipes—most of which came from Angela. She was an excellent cook. She could get a job in a restaurant—no, start her own restaurant—if she hadn’t gone into the performing arts. 

     You were not as skilled in the kitchen as Angela was but you loved baking with her and the offer was hard to turn down.

     “I found a new recipe for a strawberry pie that I thought we could try,” she said, seeing you giving in as much as you felt it.

     You smiled at her, “When did you get so persuasive?”

     “When did you get so easily persuaded?” She shot back.

     “Touché,” you said as she pulled you out of your chair. You let her lift you but as soon as you were on your feet you felt the blood rush to your head after sitting to long and you closed your eyes for a moment feeling tired all over again.

    Angela steadied you, saying gently, “If you don’t feel up to this we can go to bed.”

     “No,” you assured her, “I want to do this. I’ve missed being in the kitchen with you.”

     Angela smile made it all worth it, you thought, as you followed her into the kitchen. 

    “Alright,” Angela’s eyes lit up as she began listing the ingredients that you would need.

     You helped her gather all of them before leaning against the counter and asking, “what’s next?”

     As you and Angela started making the pie, you felt yourself relax. This was familiar. This was home. Your work would always be there, you thought, glancing over at your laptop sitting atop the table. 

     But this? This was what was important. The smell of the strawberries and Angela saying you were even sweeter. Angela turning on your cooking playlist and singing as loudly as she could into the whisk like it was a microphone. You rolling the dough and Angela wrapped her arms around you from behind, getting sugar all over your shirt. Those were the kinds of things you would remember until you and Angela were gray and old. 

     You were disappointed when you and Angela put the finishing touches on the pie and stuck it in the oven to cook. You didn’t want this night to end, despite the fatigue you felt. 

     “Now we wait,” Angela said as she turned around to you and dusted her hands on her pants.

     “Angela,” you said, trying to hold in a laugh, “you’ve got a little something—”

     “What?” She shouted, indignant.

     You took a step towards her, “You just have a little flour there. And there. And there.”

     You stated by pointing at the white powder on her face but as you stepped closer to her you began kissing the spots where she had flour. On her nose, her forehead, and finally her lips. Angela smiled up at you, reaching over to grab more flour from the bag.

     “Oops, clumsy me, I spilled more,” she threw the flour on her face expectantly and you rolled your eyes at her as you kissed her again. 

     Angela pulled away and looked at you, examining every feature on your face.

     “What is it?” You asked.

     “I just haven’t seen you this happy at all lately,” she said, grinning again and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

     “Wanna make me happier?” You teased, as you stuck your hands into the flour and rubbed it on your face. “My turn.”

     Angela laughed as she kissed you and you were almost sad when the oven dinged letting you know the pie was done. 

     You set it on the rack to cool and headed towards the sink to start on the dishes.

     Angela stopped you, “Let me take care of those.” She made a show of bowing and sitting you down in a chair before beginning to wash and put away the dishes. How did you get so lucky?

     By the time the pie was cooled and you and Angela had sat down at the table with two forks, you were starving. You hadn’t realized you had forgotten to eat all day until that moment. The pie looked delicious. 

     “Ready?” She said, practically bouncing in her seat.

     “Ready,” you nodded and you both began to taste your creation. It was delicious, was the verdict. You never thought any of Angela’s recipes would be less than perfect. You let yourself enjoy this moment as the whipped cream from the top melted on your tongue. You shut your eyes for a moment while Angela kept filling her mouth with pie. You felt so calm—more than you had in a while. The music Angela had turned on was still playing in the background and you let the peaceful sounds wash over you. 

     “See (Y/n), isn’t this better than work?” Angela said through a mouthful of pie.

     “Much,” you said quietly.

     “So, what do you say, tomorrow we make raspberry tarts? (Y/n)?”

     But you never heard Angela because you were already fast asleep, head resting on the table. You didn’t see Angela as she smiled at your sleeping, content form before cleaning up the rest of the dishes from the pie. You didn’t feel her as she put a blanket around your shoulders. And you didn’t hear as she kissed you on the cheek and said,

      “I love you (Y/n). Even more than strawberry pie.”

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.ೃ࿔*:･ 「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 vv minimal angst with a lot of comfort, Kaeya’s inner demons hinted at but not directly confronted in this one, 2 AM depression hit my man hard rip, established relationship, soft stuff tbh, domestic fluff

Its 3 AM and the sheets feel too goddamn warm. Half-stirred back to consciousness by the sudden heat, you reach back over to Kaeya’s side of the bed, grabby fingers poised to drag him into an cool embrace—

Only to be met with empty space.

Half asleep, you grunt in dissatisfaction as you root around a bit more, but as your brain slowly stirs more and more to life, you realize that Kaeya’s not in bed.

You can’t help the seed of worry that plants itself in your mind. So, biting the inside of your cheek you hurriedly getting out of bed, eager to leave behind the suffocating warmth of the comforter, and find Kaeya.

Luckily you needn’t go far— you find the vision holder in your kitchen-slash-dining room, leaned back in a chair, staring solemnly at the icy-blue vision that blinks back up at him from your dining table.

“Kaeya,” you call to him when you see him, relief making you sag. Your voice is soft and hoarse in the early morning hour but Kaeya still shakes himself out of his daze to turn to you.

The worry immediately returns when you see the plastered, practiced little smile on his face and the distant look in his eye.

“Hey,” he calls back just as softly, beckoning you to approach. You do. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t sleep without me?”

His weariness only makes itself more known the closer you get. The bags under his eyes (eye?) the sallowness in his skin and how his lips are dry and cracked from him worrying them. You glance at the vision on the table before flicking back to him.

“Yeah, actually. The bed got too hot without you,” you settle on instead.

“I told you we didn’t need that incredibly thick comforter, darling.”

His small smile is the littlest bit more genuine, thankfully.

“Yeah, well, I like the weight, so sue me,” you playfully stick your tongue out at him, interlacing you fingers and delighting in his low laughter. 

But there’s still something so exhausted in his gaze— something you know that doesn’t disappear with a good night’s rest. It’s not your first time seeing it, but Kaeya doesn’t often let people see his inner turmoil like this. Not even you.

You’re lost on what to do, unsure if he’d prefer to be left to his thoughts or if he’d want your company, even if just to know he wasn’t alone in this house. It’s the faint grumble of his stomach that decides for you, though, and before long you’re pressing a kiss to his forehead —“I’ll make something for us to eat.”— and heading to the stove to prepare the tastiest 2 AM breakfast you can.

“You… you don’t have to,” Kaeya says behind you, protesting like you didn’t literally hear his stomach grumble less than a meter away. “I’m not even that hungry, really. There’s no need to trouble yourself.”

“Well, I’m hungry,” you tell him, flashing him a grin over your shoulder as you put all your ingredients on the counter. Some meat, carrots, bell peppers and tomato sauce, among other things. Decidedly, you begin hunting in the cabinet for a pot and a ladle. “If you’re not that’s fine, you don’t have to.”

Kaeya doesn’t protest much after that, merely falling silent once more at the table. As you cook, you stay silent too, not wanting to pressure or push him, but letting your constant movement and the harmony of the kitchen remind him that you’re there with him.

He’ll talk to you when he’s ready. If he ever wants to talk about it, you’ll be there to listen. No matter how long it may take, you think to yourself, cutting the peppers, carrots and meat to toss them into the brewing pot. The soup bubbles happily over the fire, engulfing the kitchen in a delicious scent.

It takes a while but when it finally seems finished you turn off the heat and scoop it carefully into a bowl, making sure to get lots of the good bits in it. “Do you mind if I sit?” You ask, and as soon as he gives you a nod, you’re planting yourself and your bowl of fresh Goulash across from him at the dining table. 

Kaeya still looks distant as you down the first spoonful of soup, but you mentally pat yourself on the back because damn that’s a damn good Goulash right there.

He’s a little surprised when he sees the bowl and a spoon pushed into his line of vision, though. 

“Have some,” you tell him, leaning forward in your seat a bit. “It’s really good, and going very long on an empty stomach isn’t good for you, you know.”

Kaeya chuckles, but doesn’t bother to protest. He just gratefully eats one spoon, feeling the flavors envelop his tongue and the warmth travel all the way down his throat into his stomach, like wrapping him in a blanket from the inside out.

“I’m impressed,” he says, smiling at you. You smile back. “‘Pretty good’ is an understatement.”

“Have some more, then.”

And he does. He eats spoonful after spoonful, letting the warm, homemade soup settle in him, and chase away the chill that’s settled in his bones over the last few hours. Before he even notices it, the bowl is empty and Kaeya is feeling at least a bit better than before.

You look happy though —even if he’s essentially stolen your meal— if the way you smile contentedly at him is anything to go by. Wordlessly, you take the bowl and head back to the pot, ready to get him another serving.

Just as you’re spooning some diced tomatoes into the bowl, Kaeya speaks up behind you. 

“You deserve someone better than me.”

It doesn’t even sound like he’s saying it to you. Just like he’s speaking his mind, letting Like this is just one of the many thoughts that had managed to slip past his lips.  Like he wholeheartedly believes it.

Your hand stills for a moment, eyes blinking as you try to process what he just said. There’s a slight furrow to your brow, but you go back to scooping soup back into the bowl nonetheless. When you next speak, your voice is even. 

“Hm. Don’t I get a say in it, though? Isn’t it up to me to decide what I deserve?”

Kaeya doesn’t say anything, and when you turn to head back to the table, his eyes are glued on you. 

Gently, you slide the bowl over to him once again, the look in your eyes still so soft and patient that Kaeya thinks his heart is both ripping at the seams and mending itself at the same time. “You make me happy, Kaeya. You. In the end, all I really want is to be with you.”

And he might not fully believe it now, might still have trouble overcoming the loneliness and the troubles that have followed him all his life, but that’s alright. Because you will always be there to hold his hand, time and time again.

“I love you,” is what Kaeya finally says, after staring long and deep into the bowl of goulash. He sounds the slightest bit choked up, but you pretend not to notice.

Your hand finds his across the table, interlacing your fingers easily. “I love you too. Now eat up— you and I are way overdue for some cuddles.”

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