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somewhere to run | 7. break the chain

Pairing: sheriff!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You take the next step in your relationship with Joel. (Smut. It's just all smut. All of it.)

Chapter Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), Joel being a consent king, unprotected piv sex, fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral sex (f receiving), reader is a little bit sexually inexperienced, brief thoughts of SA but absolutely nothing descriptive, talking about injuries (bruising), oh yeah and infidelity duh

WC: 7.3K

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There were a lot of things that went through your head when you woke up that morning. Primarily, your thoughts centered around giving your statement and dread you felt about Joel possibly treating you differently once he heard the truth. And you were partially right. He did end up treating you differently, but not at all in the way you expected.

No, you certainly didn't expect your evening to end up with Joel's body pressing yours into your couch, his lips alternating between peppering chaste kisses along your jaw to his tongue probing desperately into your mouth while your fingers gripped his tie and the stiff fabric of his dress shirt, holding him as close as possible because you were terrified he might stop.

You knew you were technically being unfaithful, but was it really cheating if your husband treated you like a prisoner? If you never had any means of escape from a marriage you felt manipulated into? Besides, Joel knew everything now and he still chose to stay. Nobody's ever stood by you or tried to help you the way he had. Whatever ended up happening that night, you knew it wasn't going to be meaningless. You trusted him, you knew that much, and for once in your life you finally felt like maybe, just maybe, you could free yourself from Patrick and live the life you deserved.

His hand cupped your cheek, fingertips digging into the back of your neck while he held all his weight on his other forearm, hovering above you and trying to keep his hips from rubbing against your center but his body was desperate for friction, and he knew he couldn't hold himself back much longer. After everything he heard you say, every horrible memory you were forced to bring up and relive, he wanted nothing more than to help take it all away. He wanted to cleanse your mind of those memories, of the life you felt forced to suffer through, and prove to you right then and there that love shouldn't hurt. Had you ever even really felt love before? Truly? Probably not.

Joel's hand left your face and drifted down to your shoulder, then gingerly grazed your ribs, his tongue still dancing with yours, trying to pull out that sweet sound you gifted him with only once before at the carnival. A sound that haunted his dreams, a sound he replayed over and over in his mind late at night when he tried to sleep but was too consumed with thoughts of you.

His fingers dipped lower and nervously fidgeted with the belt of your robe. He was suddenly unsure, now that he was aware of your past, what you would be comfortable with. He pulled back and looked down at you, watching as your chest heaved beneath him. Your perfect, swollen lips were parted and your eyes were dark with lust as you gazed up at him.

"Maybe we should slow down," he said, selfishly regretting the offer the moment it left his lips, but the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you. Thankfully, you shook your head and tugged gently on his tie, urging him back down, but once again his conscience got the best of him and he hesitated.

You furrowed your brow, trying to figure out what the problem was when it occurred to you, a thought that quickly snapped you out of your trance in shame. Scooting yourself back so you could prop yourself up on your elbows, you took a deep breath before speaking.

"Right. Nikki."

His eyes widened and he immediately shook his head.

"No, that's over," he told you, and you inwardly sighed with relief. "But what you said at the station earlier, I just thought..." he trailed off, a part of him not wanting to ruin the moment but the other part of him trying to be respectful. It was clearly not something you were used to. You were used to a man who just took what he wanted from you over and over and Joel absolutely refused to be like that, no matter how badly he ached for you.

"Were you telling me the truth before?" you asked, seemingly ignoring what he just said. He frowned, not following. "You told me you would make me forget about every man who's ever had me."

His breath caught in his throat as he remembered that night at the carnival when he walked you back to your car. He had no idea his words would have such an impact. At the time, it was just something he said in the heat of the moment, but hearing those words echoed back to him, after everything he now knew, he took it as a challenge. All you seemed to know was pain and hurt, but if you let him, he would show you how good it could really be.

"Yes," he said, his eyes boring into yours and watching as a flicker of excitement passed over your perfect features and suddenly all he could think about was taking your pain away.

"Then make me forget."

His mouth crashed down on yours again and finally, finally, he heard that little moan. The one that he couldn't get out of his head. The one that drove him crazy ever since he heard it. The one he daydreamed about every time he looked at you. He growled against your mouth as his arms wrapped around your middle, scooping you upright and making you grip his shoulders for dear life as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist while he blindly walked towards your bedroom. You giggled against his mouth when his shoulder knocked into the doorframe and he cursed under his breath. He opened his eyes for just a moment so he could get the layout of the room and put you down safely on the bed.

His lips traveled down your neck while he nimbly undid your robe, his hands sliding underneath the thin fabric, fingers dancing over your delicate skin. He felt you stiffen under him when he touched your side and once again, he pulled back to look. Any other day, his eyes would have locked onto your exposed breasts, but not today. Today, he was focused entirely on the enormous bruise still struggling to heal over your ribs and he had to actively suppress his reaction, but you could still see it. His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw as he continued to examine the deep blues and purples that littered your beautiful skin.

"I'm fine," you told him quickly, your breath coming in quick gasps as you tried to pull his attention back. "Promise, I'm fine."

His eyes found yours for a brief moment before he looked back at the bruise, then leaned forward to plant a tender kiss against it. He heard you sigh, your hands finding his hair, and he kissed your ribs again, forcing himself to shift gears. You didn't want his pity. Not right now.

"You were naked under this thing the whole time you were talkin' to me?" he murmured, his lips traveling across your stomach, leaving soft licks in its wake.

"I told you I was in the shower," you replied teasingly, grateful that he moved past the bruise as his mouth found the underside of your breast. He pulled your nipple into his mouth and you arched your back with a gasp, his tongue flicking over the stiffened peak.

"Joel?" you whispered, and he hummed in response, still lavishing your chest with attention. "Take off your clothes."

You felt the prickle of his facial hair against your overly sensitive skin when his lips turned up into a smile. He pushed himself up, kneeling between your legs as he stared down at you watching him tug slowly on his tie, unknotting it before tossing it on the floor behind him. His eyes were still glued to yours, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. You watched, lips parted, your eyes greedily drifting down his chest as his thick fingers undid each button with precision until he finally got to the bottom, tugging the shirt out of his slacks and shrugging it off.

Your hands came up to work on his belt while he lifted his white T-shirt off over his head. His hands dropped to his sides as he tilted his hips forward more, giving you better access until you yanked the leather from his waist aggressively, making him chuckle. You were about to start working on his pants when you noticed the deep purple bruise marking the right side of his chest and you gasped, sitting up to reach out to him.

"Oh my god," you whispered, your eyes filled with worry.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," he told you quickly, but he could see the pain behind your eyes when you looked at him.

"I'm so sorry," you told him, your lower lip beginning to tremble.

"Don't be sorry," he said, his hands coming up to cup your face. "None of this is your fault."

"I made him come here," you said, tears welling up in your eyes. "I moved here and ruined everything!"

"No, stop," he said, shaking his head and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. "You movin' here's the best thing that ever happened to me, okay?"

You sniffled and looked up at him, his thumb drying your tears as quickly as they fell.

"It's okay," he whispered, giving you another soft kiss. You sighed, leaning into his touch like a lifeline. Like it was the only thing tethering you to reality. "You're okay," he added in-between kisses, and you decided to believe him. You let him ease you back onto the mattress, his warm skin pressing against your chest while your hands dipped between your bodies, fingers fumbling with the button on his pants. He lifted his hips up ever so slightly, just enough to give you room to maneuver his zipper and tug on his waistband, but not too much because he couldn't fathom not feeling your body against his for even one unnecessary second.

When you finally managed to pull his pants down, he kicked his legs out behind him, flicking the restricting material onto the floor to join the rest of his clothes. His mouth traveled down your chin, along your jaw and taking a small break behind your ear before he continued down your throat, his teeth grazing gently against the delicate skin as you began to writhe underneath him.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked, his lips sucking on your collarbone. He realized how ridiculous it seemed to ask that now that you were already both naked, but he felt the need to give you another chance to back out. He couldn't get your words out of his head and he needed to make sure you wanted this just as badly as he did.

"Yes," you moaned, tipping your head back, your eyes sliding shut. "Yes, please Joel, please, please - oh!"

You gasped when you felt his thick fingers trace along your folds, collecting the wetness there before his fingertip teased at your entrance, trying to learn your body's cues so he could give you exactly what you needed. Your hips jutted upwards, encouraging him to continue and he smirked against your skin as he sunk one finger inside. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as you let out a low moan, the sound sending even more blood directly between his legs and he was beginning to question if he was going to make it.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured, withdrawing his finger quickly and making you whine. "I know, I know," he cooed, his breathing becoming shallow as he repositioned himself between your legs. "I just- I can't- shit, I need you so bad," he told you as he notched himself against your opening. You eagerly spread your legs wider, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes, your chest and neck all pink from his facial hair. He watched how the rush of blood underneath your soft skin he caused helped to hide the bruises and scrapes someone else left. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like he was watching the start of him erasing all those horrible memories.

"You tell me if you don't like somethin', or if it's too much, or if it hurts-"

"Okay," you said, cutting him off and nodding enthusiastically.

"Okay," he repeated, his voice a little shaky as he locked eyes with you for one more brief moment before pressing forward. You both groaned, jaws hanging open as your bodies welcomed each other so perfectly. He inched in slowly, trying to memorize every single second until he bottomed out, one hand gripping your hip and the other clenched into a fist next to your head, holding himself up so he could watch your face for any sign of discomfort. When it became clear there was none, he let himself drop down onto his forearm so he could slot his mouth back over yours. You moaned sweetly into the kiss, your fingers coming up to grip his curls and he felt goosebumps travel down his arms. Fuck, he really liked it when you tugged a little on his hair.

You lifted your hips a bit, rocking them, trying to get him to move, but he tightened his grip and pushed your hips back down.

"Not yet," he gasped, letting his forehead rest against yours as he tried to collect himself. "Just... just gimme a second."

"Is everything okay?" you asked after another moment, and he let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I'm just afraid this'll end too soon. Gotta make you feel good first," he explained sheepishly, planting a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

"About that," you said, dropping your hands from his hair. "I can't... no one's ever... y'know," you trailed off, feeling your cheeks flare. He frowned as he pieced together what you were trying to say.

"You've never had an orgasm?"

"Well, on my own, yes. But not with someone else," you said hurriedly, shame and embarrassment coursing through your veins as you watched his face fill with disappointment.

"It doesn't mean I don't enjoy it, you just don't need to-"

"Make you come?" he finished for you, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Uh huh," you squeaked, hoping you weren't as red as you felt. He tsked and shook his head.

"Oh baby, you poor thing," he mumbled, leaning down to give you another sweet kiss before reaching to the side to grab a pillow. "Lift up."

Confused, you did as you were told, lifting your hips up so he could wedge the pillow underneath you.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't worry, I got this. I got you," he said, giving his hips an experimental roll and watching your face for your reaction. You sucked in a deep breath and your eyes fluttered closed. Good start.

He gave it to you nice and slow, dragging himself in and out, building you up little by little and paying close attention to your body language. If it was possible to hate Patrick even more, he did. You had said your relationship together wasn't always bad, but as he suspected, your definition of good was not at all what it should be. And Joel was eager to prove that to you.

"So beautiful. D'you know how beautiful you are?" he murmured, picking up the pace just a bit, his tongue flicking over your nipple each time he sunk back inside you. You gasped, the sensation unraveling something in you. "D'you know how crazy I am 'bout you? Think 'bout you all the time," he switched his attention to your other breast, his thrusts remaining steady as he waited for your body to tell him what it needed.

"Me, too," you whispered, your hands coming back up to get tangled in his hair, making him groan.

"Talk to me, I wanna make you feel good," he said, lifting his head off your chest to look at you. "Tell me what you like."

"It's good," you assured him, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, little gasps leaving your mouth each time he pushed back into you.

"Nah, not good enough," he determined, propping himself up on both forearms now so he could change the angle. His fingers suddenly reached down to grip your knee, pulling it up to your chest before falling back on his forearms. You gasped, eyes flying open as he circled his hips and he smirked. Got it.

"Ohmygod!" you cried out, pulling on his hair and making him moan. "Right there, Joel, don't stop-"

You had no idea how he managed to actually do it, but he did. He reached a spot deep inside that you didn't know even existed and it wasn't long until you felt yourself falling, his name tumbling from your lips over and over and you had a faint idea of how loud you were being but you didn't care. Nobody, including yourself, has ever made you feel that good and it was making you dizzy, your brain foggy as you tried to make sense of what just happened.

"Fuck, what I tell you? So good, you did so good," he mumbled, his lips frantically finding yours as he chased his own high. "I'd give you one more but it's a miracle I lasted this long," he panted, his head falling to your shoulder as you still struggled to come back to earth underneath him. Your fingers in his hair loosened and he grunted, one of his hands coming up to make sure you kept your hands there and you quickly figured out what he wanted. Making sure to grasp a good handful, you gave his hair one firm tug.

"Oh shit!" he groaned, pulling out of you just in time to come all over your inner thighs. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, his hips weakly thrusting forward until he was spent, collapsing in a heap on top of you.

"Sorry," he mumbled into the crook of your neck and you giggled. "I might've ruined your sheets," he added with a chuckle, and you laughed even harder.

"It's okay," you said, burying your nose in his messy curls. "I'm on birth control, you could've..."

"Didn't exactly have enough time to ask first if that was okay," he said, smiling against your neck. What a concept, you thought. Being asked first.

"Do you, um," you began, not sure why you felt so nervous around him still. "Do you like getting your hair pulled?"

Joel laughed softly and finally rolled off to the side, allowing you to take deep breaths again now that his weight wasn't crushing you.

"I think I only like it when you do it," he said, grinning while the tips of his ears started to turn red. You hummed and rolled to your side so you could face him.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," you replied with a wink.

He rolled onto his side as well, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"I like the sound of a 'next time'," he said, making you blush before planting a quick kiss on your forehead and standing up with a grunt. You watched as he left your room, still completely naked, the sight making you grin and bite your lip. He returned just a minute later with a wet washcloth and you watched as he gently cleaned you up before attempting to spot clean your sheets, then giving up and flopping back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest.

It felt so warm, so safe, so peaceful that you never wanted to leave. His big hands gently rubbed your arm, his touch so soft and soothing that you almost felt like you could fall asleep. You closed your eyes and pressed your ear against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thud, thud, thud of his heart. Every strong beat a reminder that he was real, that he cared, that he was going to help you. Even if your relationship never got to this point, you knew he would still help you get out of this mess you were in, because he was a good man. You just wish it didn't take so long to find him.

You glanced at your digital clock and tried to hide your disappointment when you saw it was nearly 6pm.

"You'll have to get going soon," you reminded him, your fingers running lightly over his bare chest. "Sarah's probably waiting for you."

He hummed and picked up his phone, checking his calendar quickly before dialing a number. You could hear the ringing on the other end and a tinny voice answer.

"Hey Tommy. Can you or Maria pick up Sarah and keep her overnight? Yeah, I'm workin' a late one, not sure when I'll get home."

Joel listened to his brother's answer for a moment before nodding his head.

"That's no problem, I'll call and tell her you'll be there in an hour. Thanks, I owe you one." He pulled the phone back and you tried to stifle your smile as he went to dial Sarah.

"You don't have to-"

"Shh," he said, then "hey babygirl, I'm sorry but I'm gonna be late tonight. Uncle Tommy'll come by to get you in an hour and you can stay at his house... yeah, I'm sure if you wanted to do your homework at the diner, he won't care. You all good? How was your day?"

You nestled into his shoulder as you listened to him talk to his daughter, asking her questions about school and her extra curricular activities before he finished up the call, telling her he loved her as he hung up.

"You didn't have to do all that."

"Yeah, but I wanted to," he said, kissing the top of your head. You sighed and leaned back into his chest, then froze when you heard his stomach.

"You didn't eat, did you?" you asked with a smirk, and you felt his chest bounce lightly up and down as he stifled a laugh. "Can I make you something? Do you like pasta?" you asked him, sitting up in bed but he reached out and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back into him.

"Yeah, but I don't want you leavin' just yet," he mumbled, his voice rumbling in his chest and echoing through your ear. You couldn't help but smile at how sweet he was, and you kicked yourself for not telling him everything sooner.

"The noodles are already cooked, it won't take long," you said, sitting back up again after a minute, and this time, he let you, but only after he insisted on helping. Or at least, he thought he was helping by leaning against the counter and circling his arms around your waist while you stirred the sauce.

"If I burn this, it's your fault," you teased, tipping your head back against his shoulder as his lips made their way down your neck.

"Mm, worth it," he mumbled.

You watched him eat from across your small kitchen table with a goofy look on your face. It was still hard to believe the past couple hours really happened, and having him sitting in your tiny apartment eating leftover pasta in his boxers was just making it seem even more surreal.

"What're you lookin' at me like that for?" he asked, his mouth turning up into a smirk as he swallowed the last of his food.

"Can't I just look at you?"

"You got somethin' goin' on up there," he said, tapping the side of his head and leaning back in his chair.

"I was just thinking how the book club ladies were right about you."

He frowned and gave you a confused look.

"All the women in this town are crazy about you, you know that, right?"

He shrugged a little but you saw his cheeks begin to color.

"You're the only one I want crazy 'bout me," he replied, making your heart flutter.

"Mission accomplished," you said, and he chuckled before standing up to wash his plate in your sink, and you watched, still in utter disbelief he was standing there barely dressed in your kitchen.

"I can feel you still lookin' at me," he said, his back to you, and you laughed.

"I'm just having a hard time believing this isn't a dream," you said, coming over to lean against the doorway.

He turned around, drying his hands on a towel before looking you up and down.

"Want me to prove it?" he asked lowly as he took a few short steps towards you. He bent down slightly so he could run his hands up the backs of your legs, disappearing beneath your robe to grab onto your ass. You could feel your knees weakening already, his touch continuing to be your downfall.

"Yes," you whispered, tipping your head so you could find his throat, your tongue leaving wet marks after every little bite to his tanned skin while his hands kept roaming over your body. He quickly became fed up with your robe and before you knew it, it was piled in a heap next to your fridge.

He dropped to his knees, leaving your head spinning at the sudden loss, and when he lifted one of your legs up to rest over his shoulder, you gasped. Even though you knew the answer, you asked him anyway.

"W-what are you doing?"

His eyes found yours and he paused, looking up at you from between your legs, his eyes hot with desire and his curls a floppy mess on his head.

"Is this okay?" he asked, and you swallowed nervously.

"I d-don't... I've never had -" you cut yourself off as your cheeks once again flushed with embarrassment.

"You're kiddin' me, right?" he asked, his expression unreadable. "No one's ever licked this perfect pussy before?"

"Jesus Christ, Joel!" you laughed, taken aback by his blunt words. Never in your life had you ever expected to hear this kind of talk come out of his mouth.

He chuckled and nosed at your folds, making you gasp.

"You ain't heard nothin' yet," he muttered before flicking his tongue out and licking a broad stripe up your center. Your hands flew out to grip the counter behind you, your mouth hanging open, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence.

"Oh, my god," you finally managed to whisper, your head tilting forward and your eyes sliding shut as he buried his face between your legs, his facial hair rubbing against your overly sensitive skin, making it difficult to remember how to breathe.

His fingers gripped your thigh, keeping you in place as he lapped at your arousal, moaning to himself at the taste. Earlier, he felt so angry no one had been able to make you come before, but now he found something incredibly arousing about being able to do these things for you for the very first time. He felt himself throb as he listened to your perfect little moans, garbled versions of his name and curses driving him wild. When your legs began to shake, he hooked your other one over his shoulder, holding you up as you leaned back onto your forearms, trying to take some of the weight off him.

You looked down just as he slid one finger inside your aching heat, hooking it and brushing against that same spot as before while his lips wrapped around your clit, the combination of the two sending you head first into a dizzying orgasm. He felt your arms slack and he quickly reached up with his free hand to make sure you didn't fall, all the while his mouth and finger rode out your climax, slowing down only when your body warned him to. He could feel it when your stomach muscles began to jump and your legs twitched over his shoulders, so he finally pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your inner thighs as you tried to catch your breath.

"God, you're really good at that," you finally managed to say.

He grinned and carefully set you back on your feet before standing back up with a groan.

"Can't believe no one could ever made you come before," he murmured into your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Maybe you just got lucky," you teased, and he chuckled for a moment before scooping you up, making you squeal in surprise.

"Don't give me a challenge and expect me not to follow through," he said as he walked you over to your tiny kitchen table and laid you down. Your heart raced as you watched him fling his shirt over his head and you did your best to ignore the ugly bruise this time, just as he had been doing to yours. He pushed his boxers down to his knees, not even bothering to remove them as he gripped his erection in his fist, sliding the tip slowly through the remains of your release and watching you flinch when he nudged against your sensitive clit.

His eyes found yours and he waited, wanting to hear you say it, needing to hear you say it.

"Yes," you whispered with a nod. "I need you, Joel. Please make me come again."

He wasted no time sinking back inside you, a groan of relief slipping past his lips as he looked down and watched you stretch so perfectly around him.

"You got any idea how many times I've imagined you sayin' somethin' like that to me?" he said through gritted teeth, watching as your breasts bounced lightly underneath him from the force of his thrusts. "How many times I came all over my own hand thinkin' 'bout you? God, you feel so fuckin' good, better than I ever imagined."

Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you should feel embarrassed listening to his confession, but at the moment you couldn't bring yourself to care. In fact, it only served to spur you on, your slick coating him more and more every time he pulled out. You hooked your ankles around his back and your fingers gripped the backs of his hands, which were holding your hips in place as he fucked into you, stopping you from sliding up the table.

"Kiss me," you mumbled, and without a second thought he lifted you up so you were sitting on the edge of the table, his hips still rocking into you as his mouth crashed over yours. One arm around your middle, the other around your shoulders, holding you tightly against him as his tongue probed inside your mouth, licking past your teeth, pouring every ounce of affection he had for you into the kiss.

He dropped one hand to your waist, tilting your hips and making you gasp, your legs nearly losing their grip around him. You could hear the legs of the table squeaking against the floor and had you not been so far gone, you might have wondered if it could be heard in the pizza place downstairs.

"Fuck it," he growled, picking you up, growing frustrated with the table and turned around to pin you against the wall instead.

You cried out his name, the new position making you see stars.

"Think you can come again for me?" he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes," you whined, tipping your head back against the wall, surrendering over your body. Trusting him, needing him to give you something you've never had before. Something beyond the physical. Something meaningful. Something good.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, looking for something to ground you as the wave of euphoria crashed over you. You buried your face against his neck, practically sobbing his name as he continued to fuck you through it. Your legs began to weaken but you did your best to hold on.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned, pulling back just a bit, just enough to look down and watch as he disappeared inside your wet heat over and over, the visual sending him over the edge.

"Come inside me," you mumbled, still in a daze. You heard him moan and then whimper, the force of his orgasm taking every last bit of strength and willpower he had. His hips bucked forward, determined to give you every drop of his spend until he finally slowed and collapsed against you.

"Can you stand?" he asked, his mouth against your shoulder as an aftershock ran down his spine.

"Yeah," you said weakly, forcing your eyes open as he slid out of you and gently placed your feet back on the floor. You stood, squeezing your legs together as he pulled his boxers back up and scooped your robe off the floor, draping it back around your shoulders.

"You look tired," he said softly, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting it up so you would look at him.

"I've had a big day," you said with a lazy smile.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening on the couch, trying to watch TV but you were so content and relaxed, you once again found yourself falling asleep against him, his fingers stroking small circles over your back as you drifted off.

You woke up with a start early the next morning, the day before seeming like a fever dream until you felt Joel's arms wrapped around you. At some point he must have carried you to bed because that is where you currently found yourself, his warm body pressed up against yours underneath your sheets. You inhaled deeply, your whole bed smelling just like him. A familiar, comforting smell that made your muscles relax as you melted back into his hold. You couldn't see the time, but you knew it was way too early, so you tried to fall back asleep, however, your body was already responding to being so close to him, and you were finding it difficult to think about anything else.

You shifted restlessly next to him, trying your hardest to ignore the ache between your legs: one that was a mixture of soreness from the night before, and a new, growing need. You never really thought of yourself as a very sexual person. Even when you first met Patrick, you couldn't recall ever feeling like this. Some foolish part of you wondered if it was something else that was the driving force behind your neediness, but you quickly dismissed that idea. It had to be the way he could read your body like a book, maneuver you and touch you exactly the right way at exactly the right time that caused you to crave him this badly because you weren't sure what you would do if it was the alternative. You didn't want to even think about that yet because you knew neither of you could do anything about it until you figured out how to deal with Patrick, and although Joel made promises to help, you knew not to get your hopes up too high.

"You always move around this much?" he teased, his voice a deep, low rumble in his chest, making the ache for him grow even stronger.

Rolling over in his arms, you turned to face him, his eyes still shut but the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. He looked so perfect in the morning, it almost wasn't fair. His tousled curls and his voice sounding more like a growl than anything else made up your mind, not that you needed much more convincing.

Deciding to ignore his question, you leaned forward to press wet kisses against his bare chest, slowly making your way across and pausing when you got to his bruise. You made sure to be gentle as you peppered the area with kisses, because even though he said it didn't hurt, you knew better.

"Mm, I could get used to this," he sighed, eyes still closed as he pulled you even closer. He was so warm and he smelled so good and you felt so safe. If you had it your way, you wouldn't leave that bed for the rest of the day.

You continued to trail little bites and licks up his neck, his pebbled skin salty against your tongue while your hand slipped down between your bodies and behind his waistband to wrap your fingers around his already hardening length. He let out a small gasp and his eyes finally opened, looking down at you heatedly as you slowly stroked him up and down.

"Again?" he asked in disbelief, but he was already rolling you over so he could position himself on top of you, his hand sliding down your side to untie the robe you never ended up changing out of the night before. He pulled his head back a bit so he could flick your robe open, your lips losing contact with his skin but your hand still slowly working him underneath his boxers.

"Need you," you mumbled, your eyelids heavy with sleep and lust.

"Yeah?" he asked, fully awake now as his fingers toyed with your nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making you whine. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need."

"Need you to fuck me," you replied, no longer feeling any shame or embarrassment. He growled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you off of his cock and gently pressing your arm into the mattress so he could yank his boxers down with his other hand. As he was about to notch himself at your opening, you stopped him.

"Can I be on top?"

He glanced up at you and a huge grin spread across his face.

"Fuck yes, you can," he said, quickly rolling onto his back and pulling you with him so you straddled his hips.

"I never got to do it this way before," you told him, lifting your hips so you could position him under you. He was about to reply but you began to slowly sink down, making his jaw drop, words failing him.

"Wha- fuck," he groaned, his teeth clenched and neck strained when you found yourself fully seated on him, and you let out a sigh of relief. "Whatever you want, it's yours," he finally said, sliding his eyes shut as you began to roll your hips slowly, his hands on your waist gently guiding you.

You planted your hands firmly on his chest, careful to avoid the bruise as you furrowed your brow and picked up your pace, alternating between rolling and grinding on top of him. His thick length reached depths you didn't know existed, and soft, little grunts slipped past your lips each time your skin slapped together.

"God, you're good at that," he mumbled, echoing your earlier words back. His eyes remained closed but his breath was becoming shallower the faster your hips moved.

"You think?" you asked him, suddenly feeling shy. His eyes popped open to find yours and he nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck, so good," he snarled, his gaze dropping down you watch you bounce on him, something he thought he would never actually get to experience but fantasized about more times than he could count.

"I think it's -" you cut yourself off with a gasp when you found a particularly good angle, your eyes squeezing shut, desperately trying to focus. "Think it's all you," you finally managed to get out.

"Hell no," he said with a shake of his head, but your eyes were still closed. "Look at me, baby."

You forced your eyes open, pupils blown wide with desire, lips swollen and parted as you continued to ride him.

"It's you. You're fuckin' amazing, and I'm so sorry no one's told you that before."

Your hips faltered at the unexpectedly sweet sentiment, but his hands urged you to continue, so you did.

You leaned forward, putting more pressure on his chest as you bounced up and down. Joel watched, his gaze transfixed on your face as you chased your high, using him to give yourself what you wanted.

"That's right, take it," he said encouragingly, helping you move up and down a little faster, your mouth forming a small circle the closer and closer you got to your orgasm. "Fuckin' take it, take what you need." And give me your pain. I'll take it all.

"Oh fuck, Joel," you whined, tipping your head back as you felt the heat pooling low in your belly. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna come," you added, your breath coming in sharp gasps as your legs began to grow weak from the effort.

"Look at me," he panted, a thin layer of sweat coating his neck and chest as he tried to hold himself back from flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress.

You lazily rolled your head forward, forcing your eyes open so you could look at him.

"Wanna look at you when you come," he explained, and maybe yesterday you would have blushed, but today you just nodded and furrowed your brows in concentration, your release so close you could taste it.

"That's it baby, c'mon, give it to me. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. All for me, ain't that right? All mine?" he rambled, his words pushing you higher and higher.

"Yeah," you whined. His eyes were ablaze when he looked up at you, raw need and desire painted across his face. "All yours. You make me feel so good, Joel."

"Show me," he commanded, his nostrils flaring, his hands gripping your hips until you moaned his name so loudly you should have been embarrassed but all you could focus on was the way he made you feel.

He watched you fall apart on top of him, the sight filling him with so much pride and satisfaction that he quickly sat up so you were sitting on his lap as he fucked into you, desperate to join you, his mouth covering yours messily. Your fingers raked through his hair, twisting around the curls before giving it a sharp tug. He groaned loudly, thrusting deep into you until his hips stilled and he emptied himself inside you once again.

"That was incredible," he panted against your mouth, trying to catch his breath. You just slumped against him tiredly, your body unable to hold itself up any longer. He eased you both down onto the bed, letting you lay on top of his sweaty chest while he rubbed your back, his nose buried in your hair. "You're incredible," he said softly, correcting himself.

A nagging thought in the back of your head wondered what this meant for you two, but you didn't want to break the spell. For the first time in such a long time, you were happy and content and you didn't want to ruin it. But you knew the town was too small for your relationship with Joel to remain a secret, and if people didn't already know, they would soon find out you were still married to Patrick. You chewed on your lip as your mind wandered, still lying on top of him, your head rising and falling with each breath he took.

"You alright?" he asked, picking up on your silence.

"Mhm, just tired," you said, lifting your head to give him a small smile. He searched your eyes for a moment, not believing you.

"You sure? Did I hurt you?" he asked, pinching his eyebrows together. You reached a hand up to his face, the pad of your thumb smoothing out the frown, making him smile.

"You could never hurt me," you told him, hoping you were right before pressing a kiss against his lips.

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zealousllamawolf · 30 days

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Prompt from a Request (Alastor X FemReader) R+18

!!Minors DNI!!

Pairing- Alastor x Reader

Summary Reader is on their period where Alastor can't help but treat himself.

Word Count- 2K

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Your first period in Hell was the worst, and they did not have birth control to help with the flow which you took religiously when you were alive, unfortunately you were cursed with heavy periods. Though at the time you did not know sinners still had periods. So, there you were sitting next to Angel at the bar nursing a drink when you laughed at something Husk said when the familiar feeling occurred between your legs. Immediately you were alarmed, NO, it can’t be!

Your face went blank void of all emotion, and you stood up sliding off the bar stool, letting the chair legs scrap on the floor. Without looking up at anyone your eyes fixed to the ground, you quickly waddled your way to your room with your hands behind you covering your backside, knowing the blood had already seeped through your leggings. You pull up a hand to reveal bloody fingers.

“No, no, no.” You whine getting closer to your room rounding the corner when you bump into something hard, stumbling backwards. You groan and look up at Alastor’s grinning face.

“My my, you seem to be in a hurry.’’ Alastor says smirking down at you, reaching out his arms he grabs your shoulders, steading you. You take a step back out of Alastor’s personal space since you knew he did not like anyone to touch him or be overly close, but surprisingly he steps closer, and did not release your shoulders.

Over the past couple of weeks staying at the hotel you made sure you did not do anything to upset Alastor, he was terrifying, and you always felt uneasy around him. His smile was unnerving as it was but when he stared, you just wanted to sink into the floor.

“I-… Yes, I need to handle something that is pressing.” You say talking with your hands to express more urgency. Suddenly Alastor snatches your hand examining your slick fingers. He leaned forward and pulled your hand to his face, taking a deep inhale, closing his eyes savoring the scent. You blush at the intimacy of the moment, rubbing your legs together uncomfortably. Alastor was smelling your blood from the most private part of your body; you thought cringing inwardly.

“Are you hurt I can only assume since the blood” his voice dangerously low when he said blood, you could barely hear him over the static that grew louder around both of you. He opened his eyes looking down at you with half lidded eyes like he was high off the scent of your blood. The intense way he was looking at you left you speechless, the desire behind his eyes sending a warm feeling pool in your groin. No, stop, he just wants your blood that’s kinda his thing, right?

“N-no, I am fine,” gulping from your throat going dry, “it’s more a personal matter.” You stumble over your words as he brings your hand closer, pressing them to his lips, before pulling them back slightly. Your heart rapidly starts to beat in your chest as you watch him lick his lip as soon as he licked the blood his eyes grew wide at the taste.

“Irresistible.” Alastor whispers bringing your hand to his lips before slowing sliding one of your fingers in his mouth. Your breath hitched at the sensation, sending tingles down your arm. You bite your lip to hold back a moan when his tongue swirled around your finger ever so lightly. Alastor lets out a groan, gripping your arm tightly slipping in another finger in. You take a step back in a daze, your back hits a wall, grateful for the support you lean your full weight against it. As revolting as this was your body betrayed you by being turned on by the mere thought of Alastor’s mouth on your skin.

In one swift movement Alastor pins you against the wall, slipping your fingers out of his mouth leaning in close enough to feel his breath on your lips, he rests a hand on your hip gently griping, while he slides one under your chin lifting it up.

“I need another taste, ma bichette*” he inhales sharply as you press your lips to his sliding your hands up his chest wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He moans at your eagerness, deepening the kiss he slides his hand around your throat gently squeezing softly making you groan at the pressure. You break the kiss looking at Alastor through half lidded lust filled eyes, turning your head allowing more of your neck exposed.

“Then take it.’’ You whine. Alastor dips his head down lightly biting down, compelling you to inhale quickly, holding your breath waiting for the pain to start. Alastor shifts and slides a leg between yours, spreading them open till his thigh pressed to your mound, chuckling menacingly Alastor trails his nose up the length of your neck, nipping at your ear lobe.

“Oh, mon cheri, so willing to give yourself to me already.’’ He grinds his thigh against your heat. “Your neck isn’t the place I want to indulge in.” It takes you a moment to think through the fog that clouded your judgement, but you eventually understand what he meant, when the realization comes to you, your face instantly burns up.

“Al… I-I did not think you really cared for that type of thing.” You say groaning at the constant friction Alastor was making. You look down and notice a wet spot forming on his pants, you whisper. “You’re going to dirty your suit if you continue to do that.” You say, silently hoping he will continue, since it felt so good, you have not been touched for years prior to dying. Even though Alastor scared you at times you could not stop the way he was making you feel, trembling at his every touch.

“You’d be mistaken my dear, this is only an act for my entertainment.” Alastor laughs lightly but his eyes told you another story. They had turned to radio dials, which is when you noticed all the other strange things happening around you. The lights were flickering, and the air was thick with static pulsing around you, but most importantly Alastor’s frame was slightly larger than normal, and his antlers had grown towering over you. “You are just the toy I decided to play with.”

You stomach tighten when he finished speaking, the thought of him just using you for something only he would want was thrilling as much as the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. Being eaten out by him while on your period still grossed you out, but the question of pleasure was on the line so you caved.

“P-please be g-gentle with me.” You whimper, pushing down Alastor’s thigh away from your throbbing core, grabbing his hand you pull him the rest of the way to your room.

Before the door is even closed you feel Alastor’s hand on your lower back leading you to your bed, you try to make your way to the bathroom to clean up a bit but, you are stopped when Alastor’s hand snakes around your waist pulling you closer to his side.

“Alastor, I need to get a towel.’ You say shyly. “I bleed rather a lot and I don’t want to—.’’ Alastor laugh fills the room cutting you off.

“Oh dear, do relax. I am not going to let a single drop on your covers.” Your face burns wondering what you have gotten yourself into.

In no time you are lying on your back, while Alastor stands in front of you between your legs. He sheds his coat, neatly laying it across your bed, then proceeds to unbutton his cuff rolling his sleeves up just below his elbow, watching as his muscles flex under his skin. Your eyes trailed his every move never seeing Alastor this excited, head tilted, smiling coyly down at you. The dim light casts a shadow across his upper face making his eyes glow redder somehow, sending a thrill down your spine. Alastor kneels sliding his hands up your thighs stopping at the top of your stretchy leggings, curling his fingers under your waistband dragging his nails against the skin at your hips hard enough to leave thin trails of blood in their wake, making you shudder with pain and excitement.

“Lift your hips up.” Alastor commands, you raise your hips up slightly as he shimmies your pants and panties down past the curve of your ass. You lift your legs once the fabric bunches at your knees allowing him to slide the rest down, taking them off. Once bare from the waist down fully exposed to Alastor, his hands slide up your calf, lightly gripping your knees he slowly spreads your legs open reveling your drenched cunt on display. You bite your lip trying to focus on something other than Alastor and settled on a stain on the ceiling. Alastor did not miss your shyness and refusal to look at him. He shakes his head he could not have that now, could he?

“Look at me, doe.” he says sternly, planting soft trail of kisses down your inner thigh, slowly making his way down your leg to your center. His other hand was gripping your other thigh pushing your leg down into the bed, locking you into place. You felt his hot breath on your core before he licked the skin between your leg and your outer lips. The action makes you both groan, forcing your hips to jerk up at the sudden contact. “You’re so intoxicating.” He whispers before he starts to slide his tongue everywhere but the places you need to be touched. Your cunt clenches at the close calls aching for his tongue.

“Al-Alastor, stop t-teasing me.” you whimper barely able to contain your need for more. You runt your hips up trying to force his tongue to slip up and do what you wanted. You look down at his smirking up at you with a sly smile almost as if he was enjoying watching you squirm under his hold. He skims lightly up the length of your fold watching your reaction. You moan and arch your back clenching the covers in tight fists.

Alastor runs his smooth tongue over your clit making your hips jump, sending shivers of pleasure throughout your whole body. You feel him chuckle against your cunt before he starts to add pressure to your sensitive nub drawing light circles tantalizingly slow. You run your hand under your shirt lifting it up as you go, slipping your bra over your breasts, rolling your one of your nipples between your fingers.

“Such a sweet taste you have dear.” Alastor growls sliding his tongue down your slit before plunging into your core making you moan feeling heat pool at the base of your stomach. As he keeps feasting on the blood pouring out of you his tongue curled up and swiped across your sweet spot sending a puling sensation though out your body. How is his tongue so long?

“Al… please do that again.” As if on cue he curls his tongue up again and adds more pressure. After what seemed like eternity his intense suckling increased, making the coil in your core snap releasing a flow of cum and blood into Alastor’s mouth, making him grip your thigh, feverishly lapping up all your juices.

He pulls back looking at you through dazed eyes before his eyes were drawn to a single drop of blood slowly dripping out of your core, he swoops down and licks up your slick.

“Ah.” Alastor chuckles darkly. “Still so, so much more to give.” You moan as he continues to feast on your over sensitive cunt barely recovering from your orgasm.

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*ma bichette~ my little doe

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A/N I had a lot of fun writing this, but life got in the way :( I hope the ending didn't feel too rushed. I hope you like it.

Something personal! This is the playlist I listen to while writing. Music definitely affects how I write in a way! So enjoy!!! (Music taste isn’t the best so beware)

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starstruckmoony · 9 months

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Hello! May I request a muggle AU with Theodore, with this meet-cute prompt: "they're on opposite sides of a wedding party to the bride and groom" (prompt is from @/thewritersafterglow on Instagram). Thank you! I know this request is in good hands :)

aaaaaa thank you anon! <3 this is the first request i've got in a while (again tysm it made me very very happy <3<3) and i had lots of fun writing it so i hope it meets your expectations!

can't help falling in love.

masterlist , requests

pairing - theodore nott x reader

trope/tags - muggle!au, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff (side note - this isn't particularly realistic because i don't really know how weddings work in different parts of the world, so i kind of just went by how they function in my country and some bits and pieces i've managed to pick up from movies and such. i know it probably won't be accurate for everybody but i tried my best LMAO)

word count - 3k

warnings - language, drinking, smoking, cheesy at the end

when you recieved an envelope in your mail one fine morning in late may, you never would have expected it to be an invitation to your primary school classmate's wedding in the english countryside. you could still recall the wonderful memory of choking on your coffee and scaring the life out of your poor cat when you saw her name plastered in big letters in the center of the paper, right below a picture of her and her fiancé. it was a miracle how she remembered you existed. to be frank, you were kind of honoured, and you made sure to confirm your arrival almost immediately. hell yeah, you were coming. free food and alcohol? who in the right mind would pass on that?

so about three months later, sometime in mid-august, you found yourself inside of a crowded venue, sweating buckets in your silky green dress, without a fan, or anybody to keep you company. a few of your old classmates were there too, but not a single one of them bothered to offer you a greeting. what a bunch of arseholes.

you stood leaned against the wall in the very back where there were fewer people, attempting to cool yourself down by fanning the air around you with your hands as you waited for the godforsaken ceremony to finally start. to nobody's surprise, the bride was a little late, and the groom's family was in a mild state of disarray. it was kind of funny, but not as funny as it would have been if you weren't feeling so bloody hot. do they not have air conditioning in here? how do people get married in these conditions? and why does the best man look more terrified than the groom?

the loud sound of somebody's shoes scraping against the tiles right next to you shook you right out of your train of thought, and you placed your hand against your chest in horror, "jesus christ." you muttered under your breath, the unfamiliar man attempting to catch his breath scared the life out of you.

he glanced at you for a split second, appearing rather exhausted (aftermath of sleeping through five alarms and having to run to the venue because his friends were too lazy to wait for him), "sorry." he offered you an apology breathlessly, leaning back against the wall to steady himself. you thought that you were being overdramatic when it came to the heat and the current atmosphere of the wedding, but this man seemed to have surpassed you. he was rather handsome though, despite being drenched in sweat from what you assumed was running, also paired with the humid air inside. his eyes were strangely captivating, and he looked a little too good in that suit of his for it to be considereded legal. were you staring? you were probably staring. you trailed your eyes away, pretending to be entertained by the groom's father who was attempting to explain the situation to the guests. you cursed inwardly, realising that you'd be stuck in there for a long time.

you turned to the pretty guy again, deciding that you should, perhaps, talk to him, "you don't look like you wanna be here." fantastic start. those probably weren't the words he wished to hear in those circumstances, but your observations didn't seem to annoy him at all. he actually chuckled instead, "am i that transparent?"

"quite." you responded a little too nonchalantly than intended, taking a quick glance at the door in hopes that you'll see the bride come in. nope. you returned to your original position. how wonderful that was, more waiting.

"do you have any water in there?" the man spoke again, pointing at the purse you had tucked under your arm.

you took it in your hands and peeked inside, knowing that you most likely wouldn't have what he was asking for, "no," you shook your head, but continued rummaging through it, "i have this, though." you pulled out a tiny bottle of liquor and shrugged before shoving it into his face.

he didn't hesitate to grab it, he would have taken anything that was liquid enough. he drank it all, not that there was much, before handing the bottle back to you with a scowl. he coughed a little as the alcohol burned his throat, and you couldn't help but snort.

"i don't know how smart that was." it wasn't, really, since it would only dehydrate him more, but it worked for the time being. he coughed again, falling back against the wall, finally able to breathe somewhat normally.

"you'll find out in a few hours," you didn't miss the smile that painted his features, and it encouraged you to carry on, "how do you know the bride... or the groom?" you questioned, wanting to keep the conversation going to kill at least some of the remaining time you had. you were bored out of your mind.

"the groom," he nodded briefly, "we went to college together, funny bloke, he invited me and my two other friends who are... somewhere in here," he stretched his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd for a short moment, "eh, whatever." he shrugged, and then reached into his pocket, but quickly retrieved his hand. it was still empty. you had assumed he reached for a cigarette before he was able to remember where he was.

"you won't go looking for them?" you queried, finding his neutrality over the whole situation slightly bemusing. it wasn't every day that a hot guy like him ditched his friends for you, and it was rather pleasant to think about. he was hoping he wasn't being so obvious about it, but you read him a little too easily.

"what, bored of me already?" he questioned, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"i might be, now that you said that." you scowled in pretend disgust, drawing a breathless laugh from him. you shortly sunk into a not overly uncomfortable silence, both internally debating with yourselves about whether you should keep it going or not. you were kind of drawn to each other, after all. the consequence of attending a wedding without a date must have had an influence on it, you told yourself. he mustered a similar, lame explanation.

"i'm theodore, by the way." he decided to break the ice after a while, and you almost sighed in relief, "y/n." you shook his hand politely.

"nice wedding." he added, his face scrunching at the sight before him. the sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

"delightful, isn't it?" you offered the older lady that passed by you a forced smile, and then eyed her giant pink hat judgementally. you and theodore resembled a mean high school couple who had an opinion on absolutely anyone and everything, just standing there, laughing amongst yourselves and making fun of all the other guests and their stupid pastel outfits. it made sense why your classmates hadn't approached you, but you didn't let them occupy your mind any longer. you found yourself a like-minded companion for the night, one that was ten times funnier, and the prime example of eye-candy.

"imagine she never shows up." theodore said after you shamelessly fed one another with some interesting past gossip about the bride and the groom. judging by what he had told you, those two were a match made in heaven. and you could say that with your whole chest.

"god, don't plant that idea into my head. i spent my last three paychecks on this bloody dress." you snorted, dusting it off when you noticed that it had got a bit dirty.

"it looks perfect on you, though." theodore's little compliment took you off guard, and he must have noticed judging by the way he grinned.

"thanks." you felt yourself blush a little at his comment, and just as you were about to open your mouth to speak again, the bride's mother burst through the door, announcing that her daughter would be there shortly. you exchanged a relieved glance with theodore, fucking finally.

despite the long wait, the ceremony played out quite beautifully. the couple exchanged their vows, humourous and tear-jerking all at once. people laughed, people cried, somebody's baby did both. the best man hadn't forgotten to bring the rings, and the maid of honour looked happier for the bride than the bride. nobody backed out last moment, and nobody objected after the infamous "speak now or forever hold your peace". you left the venue with a smile on your face, pleasantly surprised.

theodore and his friends offered to give you a ride to an even larger venue where the reception was being held after you told them that you had arrived with a cab, and you happily accepted their offer. the two idiots he came with were just as unserious as he was, and you had soon found out that they all attended the wedding with the same intentions as you. eat food, get drunk (and then sleep in the car because mattheo wants to get wasted but doesn't want to run them off the road and kill somebody in the process).

the reception, thankfully, moved a lot faster than the ceremony. by some sheer dumb luck, you had been instructed to sit at the same table as theodore, lorenzo and mattheo. your shitty classmates were there too, so you assumed that the table was designed specifically for that - old friends from school that the newly weds didn't talk to very much, but still liked them enough to invite them.

so, after the grand entrance, loud clapping and cheering, a cute speech from the bride, more clapping and cheering, the best dinner you had had in a while, a few more emotional speeches, and even more clapping and cheering (hollering this time, too), the dj finally showed up. it was the part of the night you had been the most excited for. the first dance was absolutely beautiful and even brought a few tears to your eyes, but god, the moment you heard an onset of lower-than-nightclub-quality music blast from the speakers, your hopes had all gone down the drain.

the dance floor filled up in a matter of seconds, and you had never been more appreciative of the existence of wine. not a single song that was played in the span of fourty-five minutes was your cup of tea. and as different people's requests kept incoming, it only got worse.

theodore seemed to be having the same problem. mattheo too, considering he had about five shots in less than half an hour. lorenzo wasn't doing much better either. he was entertaining himself by making paper planes out of tissue paper and leaving them on the table like a strange art project.

"this music is terrible." theodore's voice was completely drowned out by the godawful sounds coming from the speakers, you couldn't hear a thing he was saying.

"what?!" you shifted a bit closer to him, covering one of your ears with your palm to subdue at least some of the noise.

"i said that this music was terrible!" he tried not to shout, but it would have been impossible for you to comprehend whatever he had said if he hadn't done so. yes, it was fucking awful. many people would disagree, considering how many of them were still on the dance floor, either fully wasted already or slowly getting there. at least the newly weds were having a good time, both slightly tipsy too.

"tell me about it!" you yelled back, rolling your eyes. you considered asking him to accompany you outside, for a smoke or something, though you didn't really need an excuse. anywhere would have been better than in there. but you chickened out before you were able to speak, continuing to sip on your wine in silence. silence, that was funny, mostly because of how unbearably bloody loud the music was.

lorenzo suddenly stood up, and he yelled something into mattheo's ear. the other stared at him in confusion, and then burst out laughing into his face. he turned to you instead, and you saw his lips move, but didn't understand a thing he was saying.

"huh?!" you and theo yelled out in unison, and lorenzo waved his hands dismissively at you, defeated. he pushed his way through the crowd on the dance floor and shuffled over to the dj. he threw an arm around the man, probably trying to make some friendly conversation. they seemed to be getting along.

perfect. you reached for the wine bottle, refilling your glass and taking large gulp. you were hoping that lorenzo had enough charm to sway the dj into playing something else. it took about twenty minutes of insignficant chit-chat for the man to finally nod and give him a thumbs up, and that's then the beginning of dancing queen blessed your tortured ears.

you gasped in shock, immediately getting up onto your feet and latching onto theodore's arm. he didn't really protest when you tugged at his sleeve and pulled him to the dance floor which got even more crowded than it was before. mattheo managed to fall out of his chair, but he followed the two of you and joined you in the mass of people.

"thank me later!" lorenzo yelled your way before a pretty girl grabbed his attention. the night got so much better from then on. the dj appeared to have whipped up a large playlist of abba's work, since the songs were playing one after another, each one bringing your mood up. you had completely blocked out anything that had happened before you heard the tune of the first song, and you had only returned to the table with theodore to refill your glasses before running back to the dance floor.

you couldn't recall the last time you had that much fun, singing your heart out, jumping up and down, showing off some ridiculous moves, letting theodore hold your hand and spin you around. the dj stuck to the same genre for a while, playing old pop songs, keeping everybody on their feet. some of them you didn't know, but you weren't about to sit back down after doing so for almost two hours, so you danced to them too nevertheless.

that is, until your legs started hurting a little too much for it to be tolerable and your throat had got a bit sore from belting several songs with the bride. your head was spinning too, courtesy of having so much wine. theodore took the opportunity to ask you to accompany him outside (because he really needed a cigarette) after some slow tune neither of you were familiar with had been put on.

you nodded your head took a hold of his hand as he led you out the door. you clumsily made your way down the stairs, laughing as you did so. the effects of alcohol were beginning to show themselves.

as fun as it was, getting out of there for a short while was a need. you slumped down onto one of the stone benches placed outside the venue, sighing comfortably as the chilly breeze of the night cooled you down.

you immersed yourself into another casual discussion, not a very significant one, as neither of you could even stand properly for too long without stumbling, but it was nice breather from the wild atmosphere inside. you liked talking to theodore, and even with your clouded thoughts, you knew you'd want to see him again after this. there wasn't a doubt in your mind.

"i thought i'd have to leave early." theodore laughed to himself as he took the last drag from his cigarette, and then tossed the burnt out stub onto the concrete.

"and make me stay here all alone?" you teased, although you probably would have left too if it wasn't for lorenzo and his skillful flirtation tactics or whatever the hell that was.

"who said i wouldn't bring you along?" his response made heat rush to your cheeks, and you put your head down with a breathless chuckle. you were quiet for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts.

"you know, this might sound a little weird, but," you chewed on the inside of your cheek, not really able to think straight. you were tipsy, after all, "i'm glad i met you today," you tilted your head to the side, drunkenly observing him, "you're nicer than i anticipated." as backhanded as it sounded, that was the best you could do.

it was theodore's turn to blush after you said the words, and it didn't manage to go past you, despite him trying his hardest to hide it.

"yeah, i mean no– it's not weird, i'm uh," he trailed off, contemplating whatever it was that he wanted to say next. honestly speaking, he didn't know how to put it into words, "i'm glad we met too, you're–"

one thing that theodore hated was tripping over his words and not being able to be blunt with somebody he took a liking to, which is why he was so, very grateful to hear elvis' can't help falling in love coming from the inside of the venue.

you looked up at him when you realised which song it was, waiting to see if he'll ask you to dance. and he did, but he didn't lead you back in through the door like you thought he might. you stayed outside in the light wind, slowly swaying to the music, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck.

you liked it better that way, just the two of you in your own little world with nobody else to disrupt you. you let your head rest on his shoulder, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit, like he was making sure you won't leave him. you smiled to yourself, god, that was the last thing you were planning on doing.

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott smut #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott headcanons #theodore nott fanfiction #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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insomniphic · 2 months

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Pretty people (ft @blackkatdraws’s Black & Stanley)

!!EVERYTHING, ASIDE FROM THE WORLD BUILDING, IS NOT CANON!!

Any interactions between Kat’s and I’s characters will always be located as an AU

Background/Explanation beneath the cut! 👇👇

Narry has this personal skill where he can see people’s Auras! Auras are a make-up of the past, present, future, and every other universe out there combined. They take on the form of rooms full of splattered paint (typically black and white). Narry uses these to determine whether a person is good or bad: white obviously being good and black being bad.

Black’s Aura just happens to be the darkest one he’s seen; this fact kind of builds on to the on going grudge they have against each other.

Black isn’t meant to look “terrifying” (Not like Narry will understand the concept of fear when it comes to looks) but something as ugly and disgusting.

Auras are meant to be the perception of a person that Narry has to look inwardly into. But there are rare cases where it disrupts how he sees this person, because of how strong their Auras are.

Auras are large rooms of paint. Black’s just happens to be so flooded with black paint. So much so that it’s leaking out to the outside world. It does not affect anyone, but it’s Narry’s (personal) reasoning as to why Black is so terrifying to a normal individual, who does not have his ability.

In this form, Black looks bloated and he churns and pops every now and then — like the pus of a popped pimple. Then it flattens then another one appears. As pokey and squishy the bumps look, it’s hard as a rock.

Looking into other details, the thorns are there to keep him from unleashing all of that dark energy to everyone. (Like the black paint used in Glitter Force [if you get the reference]) Narry doesn’t understand why it’s there but he has a few theories: he suspects that it’s a visual representation of restraint, or there’s a variable that is subconsciously holding him back.

#they’re rivals hehe #i dont know how to draw/design monsters too much #but this will do #i just wanted to share #InSomniphic’s Lore Dump #InSomniphic’s Art for Others #InSomniphic’s Art #oc #oc art #oc au #Narry

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bats-and-birds-24 · 15 days

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Tim acquires siblings:

Tim watched the January snow drift lazily down, a façade of calm punctuating a truly horrendous 24 hours.

He glanced down at the cast on the arm, and then at the towel that wiped off joker makeup and blood.

Tim relished the brief moment of peace in between being mother henned by Dick and Alfred. Bruce was down in the cave writing up the report.

He closed his eyes, how he managed to survive 10 hours of torture was beyond him.

He knew that he should be furious, terrified, or a crying mess, all normal responses to being tortured, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he felt was exhaustion and relief that the ordeal was over.

That's fine, he didn't need to address this trauma today, right now, all he had to do was rest. Tim drifted off to sleep.

Underneath the manor, Bruce finished typing up the incident report.

He nearly lost another Robin, and to the same villain no less. Had Joker been able to complete his plan, Bruce wouldn't have known what to do with himself.

First Jason, then Barbara, and now Tim.

Bruce called Barbara, just a check in with Oracle and his job would be done for the day. He could then go to sleep on the armchair next to Tim's bed.

He brushed the hair out of his face, "Oracle report."

Barbara's face popped up on screen, in a flat tone, she blandly stated, "There's nothing to report."

Bruce groaned inwardly, he knew what that tone meant.

He pleads, "Barbara please."

Barbara groans, "How could you let him get away again?"

Bruce starts, "Barbara we can't kill-" only to be cut off by Oracle. "I didn't say that you had to kill, I'm not even going to question why you resuscitated the Joker, but why on earth did you send him back to Arkham?"

Bruce rubs his eyes, " There wasn't any other option."

She scoffs, " Bullshit, you could have sent him to Blackgate or even to Belle Reve if you had pulled a couple strings. But no, you had to put him back in Arkham, where he lays low for a few months, only to break out and cause mass casualties all over again."

Bruce averted his eyes.

With a sigh she says, "Goodnight Bruce." and the feed cuts off.

Bruce stares at his reflection on the black screen. He swallows his pride and prepares for his vigil next to Tim's bed.

In the living room, Dick sat on the couch, cereal bowl in hand, watching some sort of game show.

The scene was in such stark contrast with how his day had gone so far, that he had to choke down a hysterical laugh.

Finding it impossible for him to focus on the show, he turned off the TV.

It was fine, they got Tim back safely and the Joker is still alive, and locked up in Arkham. He'd probably break out in a few months but they can deal with that then.

Dick didn't kill anyone, Bruce made sure of that.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind still lingered on the thought, "I could have killed him". But he didn't, and if there was ever anyone in the world who deserved to die, it would be the Joker.

If anything, he should be relieved if Joker died, after all that he'd done to Jason, to Barbara, and now to Tim.

Dick shuddered, a flash of shame jolting through his body, what would Jason think of him, putting his own sense of self righteousness over doing what needs to be done?

Dick got up and went to the kitchen to wash up. Those thoughts are best left for later. Right now, he has a baby brother to care for.

He saw Alfred ever dutifully cleaning up. The only sign that the usually stoic butler was drained were his bloodshot eyes.

Alfred reached out for Dick's bowl, only to be greeted with an apology.

"I'm sorry Alfred." They both knew that he wasn't referring to the bowl.

Alfred just sighs, "Not everyone is made to kill lad. I'm proud that you didn't break your oath." He paused, then said, "Although if the Joker and I ever crossed paths, it would end with a bullet between his eyes."

Dick nodded. Alfred looks up at him, "Get some rest lad."

Dick moved up to Tim's room and Alfred went back to the dishes.

It was going to be a long night.

#marked au #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily #batsiblings #batfam #tim drake #red robin #robin dc #jason todd #red hood #batgirl #barbara gordon #oracle #alfred pennyworth #batman #bruce wayne #dc robin

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

❝ May I request Kazuha, Scara and Xiao with an s/o that's very visibly tired? ❞ + ❝ Reader is constantly feeling tired and overwhelmed by everything. Because of this, they eventually have a mental breakdown and start crying uncontrollably. ___ comes along and comforts them.❞

; Combined these two requests, thank you for being so patient with me!

; 11/4/22

; Hurt/Comfort

; CW: mentions of poor self-care and mental health, physical touch

𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ Scaramouche is extremely good at pushing people’s buttons. Why? Because he has a knack for gauging reactions. By the twitch of their eyebrow, the slight grimace on their lips, the way their jaw tenses when they bite their tongue, even the slightest twitch of an eye gives it away. Due to this, he catches onto your poor mental health rather quickly. By the bags forming under your eyes, the slight blanching and discoloration of your skin, and the tired look in your eyes that practically begged for a break. However, despite him catching on quickly, he doesn’t have a clue what to do about it.

✧ He’d try to beat around the bush, hoping you tell him what’s wrong. Lingering within five feet of you, staring at you expectedly at random moments, rarely striking conversations-- though unfortunately, it comes off to you as him being wary if not suspicious. And it terrifies you, only leading you to become further exhausted and overwhelmed. At this point does he step in, guiding you to his office and bluntly asking what’s wrong with you. Way to go, now they’re crying, he’d berate himself while inwardly panicking. He didn’t mean it that way, he’s just genuinely concerned about what’s happened.

✧ Eventually, he does manage to properly ask what’s wrong, and he’s surprisingly patient about listening to your slow, tired, and confused responses. If you trail off in the middle, not wanting to talk anymore, he’d quietly reassure you before bringing you close to his chest and covering your eyes with his hand, attempting to help you close your eyes. His way of comforting you is choppy, strange, and haphazard, but it’s the best he can do for now and that thought alone is enough to reassure you. He’s trying, he really is, and he’s trying for you.

- ✧ -

If you weren’t half-asleep hovering over your work, the sound of his blunt fingernails tapping against the desk might’ve driven you insane. It’s deliberate, you can tell. The glint in those indigo eyes as he increases the pressure in which he presses his nails into the wooden desk, increases the speed in hopes of making you snap and say something, anything to him. Truthfully, he’s trying to induce a breakdown. When he reaches your state of mind, nothing feels better than letting it out in the form of aggression. A scream, a cry, a punch or two, and he’s all good. Yet, he finds that maybe this isn’t the best idea as he watches you stare at the papers without a hint of a reaction.

“C’mon, don’t make me ask.” Scaramouche sighed, setting his hat down on his desk before walking over to you and leaning on the desk, staring down at you from above.

“What do you mean?” He simply scoffed, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He inwardly panics at the grimace forming on your face, and rushes to reword his question. “You look sick, what’s wrong?” If possible, you curl further in on yourself, not yet ready to face the wave of exhaustion taunting what little energy you had left.

You sigh, looking up at him and finding comfort in the mellow concern of those usually dull yet illuminated eyes. “‘m just tired. Really,” A bitter laugh and a prick of tears at your eyes. “-really tired. An’ I really don’t wanna do this.” Your words slurred together as your voice broke, you attempted to stave off the oncoming breakdown. You didn’t have enough energy for this right now. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, mind swirling with questions that died on his tongue, and he scooted closer to you. Stacking the papers and shoving them to the side, he sat on the desk in front of you, legs parting to pull you close to his chest. It was strange, really, watching him be so affectionate, but neither of you complained.

The tears burned your eyes, the frustration with yourself only growing at the sticky feeling of hot tears sticking to your cheeks. “m sorry, ‘m really sor-” Thin fingers gripped the back of your head before he loosened his grip, now guiding you to rest your head over where his heart would be. There was no heartbeat, only the sound of flowing blood that occupied his chest.

Even without a heart, he bled like you.

“Quit apologizing, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Just rest, okay?” He mumbled, eyes locked onto random objects in the room in hopes of helping you feel less pressured. That, and he was still awkward about things like this, not yet used to confronting emotions with welcoming arms instead of a bottle. Your hands twitched limply at your sides, the throbbing headache refusing to subside while you cried into his sheer shirt. A moment passed of his silence, maybe two of your own, before you wrapped your arms around his waist as his own enveloped your shoulders.

He was warm, the permeating scent of japanese incense and rosewood lulling you into a sense of security when he held you close like this. “This is okay?” You questioned, not wanting to force him to do something he doesn’t want to. At this, he rested his chin atop your head to keep you from going anywhere, and to stop you from seeing the saddened yet peaceful expression on his face.

“Yeah.” He hummed, his next words being mumbled almost shyly. “Take as long as you need, we can talk about this whenever you’re ready.”

𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼 '𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀'

✧ Similar to Scaramouche, he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Worse? He doesn’t even know something’s wrong. He’s trained in reading atmospheres, situations, sensing danger before it strikes-- what he’s not used to is non-verbal cues. However, he’s not blind, and does see that you’re more tired and sluggish than usual. He takes this as you being tired from a restless night, and simply encourages you to sleep more and leaves it at that. Yet, he finds himself feeling uneasy, like that wasn’t all there was to the situation and boy was he right. Xiao finds himself darting over to you in the middle of the night to hurriedly ask you if anything’s wrong, if he’s missing something. If you insist nothing’s wrong, he simply takes a seat on your bed with a stubborn frown and crossed arms, you’d laugh at his childish expression if it weren’t for the crushing dread in your chest.

✧ He’s surprisingly easy to open up to once that’s out of the way. He’s a secure presence, one that makes you feel like you could fall off a ledge and he’d catch you with his eyes closed- one that makes you want to spill every secret, from that one time you drew on the wall as a kid to your deepest insecurities. He listens quietly, a saddened look in his eyes; not pity, just sadness. He fights every day to protect your smile, he hates the feeling of not being able to protect you from yourself. If at some point you start being bitter and sarcastic about your pain, laughing dryly at it, you’ll quickly notice him grab your hand and give you a look that’s comprised mostly of concern and understanding, and you can’t help but fully break down in his arms.

✧ He’s awkward at first, per usual, but quickly envelops you in his arms while rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back. He lets you cry for as long as you want, encourages you to let everything out while ignoring the growing wetness on his shoulder and the way your nails dug into his shirt uncomfortably. Xiao quietly reminds and helps you to breathe when the sobbing gets too much, and he sways you gently while your sobs dwindle down to sniffles. He sits there in comfortable silence, allowing the wind to do the talking. After the matter, he encourages you to take a nap; he’d watch over you if you choose to head to bed, and he’d hold you closer if you decided to fall asleep in his arms. Either way, he takes extra care of you from that day on. Whether it’s watching over your mental health more earnestly, or checking in more often to ensure you’re caring for yourself properly.

- ✧ -

“Are you…okay?” You wanted to laugh at his innocent question, the way he looked at you like a curious child as you resisted the urge to slam your head into your desk. Okay? Are you? Hell no. Your eyes blurred and unfocused every few seconds from sheer exhaustion, your skin had dulled from a lack of caring for yourself, the bags under your eyes were dark enough to look unnatural, almost painted on. Yet you persevered for reasons you don’t even know.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You muttered bitterly, staring into open air with a blank stare. Unable to see him, Xiao let his confusion show through his face. He almost looked frustrated, staring holes through you as he tried to isolate the cause of your issues. Was it because you haven’t been sleeping right? Why haven’t you been sleeping right? Maybe because you’ve been overworking. But why have you been overworking? Each question led to more questions, and he ultimately grew fed up with this.

A faint whooshing sound and the smell of smoke cloaked the air, and you whipped your head around to see lingering black bits and dark smoke where your lover once stood. Tears filled your eyes, the idea of him leaving just to avoid you pierced a hole through your heart, you curled in on yourself and stared at the floor while staving off overdue tears. Before your thoughts could overrun your mind again, the previous whooshing sound occurred once more, this time right beside you. Cautiously turning your head, you saw Xiao standing sheepishly with a cup of tea in his hand.

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze with a grumble. “Smiley Yanxiao said this helps him when he’s stressed.” Looking at the cup, and then at his expression, you couldn’t help but smile before the prickling, burning feeling returned to your eyes. Sniffling, you turned back around and Xiao set down the cup before turning your chair around to face him again. “What’s wrong?” He asked simply, and you bitterly mumbled-

“What isn’t?” He sighed, pulling you up by your arm with ease before guiding you to the bed, forcibly plopping you down onto it before sitting in the chair you previously occupied.

“Speak.” He crossed his arms, staring at you intently. “Or if you’d rather, rest. You’re clearly upset and unwell, I don’t want to leave you like this.” Golden eyes pierced through your façade, and your chest heaved with a crushing pain at the sight of his genuine concern. Going limp, you flopped backwards onto the bed with your arm outstretched to him. After a moment, gloved fingers intertwined with yours and his free hand stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears dripping uncomfortably down your nose from your eye.

With a sad smile, you looked up at him while he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. “Can you just stay here? Please?” Your voice was quiet, tired, and so very sad- it broke his heart not that he’d admit it. He nods, biting his tongue in thought.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” He asked with no malice, but a slight sense of urgency. Xiao's expression contorts from worry, to anger, to nonchalance, and then back to worry once more- you could practically see each thought that crossed his mind. Despite his cold demeanor, Xiao is possibly the most expressive person you know, and the thought brings a glimmer to your eye while you watch him fret over you.

You nod, the pillow soft against your cheek. “I will. Just…give me some time?” He contemplates this for a moment, but ultimately agrees. He kept his hand over yours, a reminder of his existence when your eyes fluttered shut.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

𝗞𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

✧ Kazuha is incredibly perceptive of the things around him. The slightest movement in the distance alerts him, he can distinguish a bird by its chirp, even shifts in the weather don’t go unnoticed by the wandering samurai. Of course, he pays extra attention to you, so he catches onto your exhaustion faster than you do. At first he doesn't bring it up, instead opting to try and help you avoid it. He takes tiny things off your workload, encourages frequent breaks and adequate rest, cooks meals for you and always puts more ice in your water after it melts, anything he can without directly confronting the issue(s).

✧ However, he knows he needs to step in when he watches you drop a plate and immediately tear up, glaring at nothing in particular but he could practically hear the way you mentally cursed at yourself. Kazuha’s a sweet man, with you always at the forefront of his mind and your comfort as his top priority. He’d simply pick the plate up, surprisingly unbroken, and cradle you in his arms. If you’re standing, he guides you to the floor so he can hold you close. If you’re already on the ground, he guides you into his lap if you feel comfortable enough. Kazuha would rock both of you back and forth gently, ruby eyes closed while he held you.

✧ He waits until you break down to speak up. As the dam breaks, he gives you a reassuring smile while whispering words of praise and encouragement, his hand rubbing up and down your back while you press yourself into the crook of his neck. Kazuha is a poet, he speaks in flowers and moves with grace, everything about him is just so peaceful. With just his sweet whispers and comforting touches, you find yourself lost in his embrace and gripping onto his shirt with an iron hold. Even after you stop crying, and you’re left with a throbbing headache and runny nose, he doesn’t let go. You don’t see it, but there’s tears in his eyes too. The saddest of smiles and the look in his eyes nearly made you cry all over again. He spoke more softly than usual, cupping your cheek before mumbling--

- ✧ -

“--I’m so sorry.” Sorry? Seriously? All the apologies breaking through your warbled cries weren’t enough for him, for all the burdens you’ve felt you’ve put on him, yet he’s apologizing? You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted with a pleading whisper. “Wait, please, allow me to explain.” Wordlessly, you nodded. “I’m sorry that you’re hurt this badly. I’m aware it’s not my fault, but nor is it yours. The burden is ours to share, but it does not belong to either of us.” He smiled kindly, tilting his head while he brought you to rest your own on his shoulder.

“This isn’t your fault.” With that, you bit back another wave of tears and instead clenched your eyes shut while burying your face into his shirt. “You’ve worked so hard, surely you can’t blame this on yourself. This workload is unreasonable and we both know it, a break is long overdue.”

“It’s not that easy,” You mutter through gritted teeth, knuckles paling from your grip on nothing in particular. “I can’t just quit, there’s so much to do, I can’t just stop-” before you spiral, Kazuha hums and interjects again.

“But you can.” Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, curious of his implication. “The world won’t implode if you take a break, you have time. Deadlines ultimately cannot hurt you, but this can.” He vaguely motions to you, your fragile state, and then rests his hands on your face to guide it upwards. A warm gaze greeted you, the sight of his gentle smile bringing one of your own to your bitten lips. “Please, take some time off. We can stay home and rest, or perhaps do something you’ve wanted to do, anything. But first, you need to rest.”

You scoffed, and then laughed bitterly. “I…can’t. I don’t even think I know how.” A sigh, and then a grimace when you spoke again. “I’m just so tired.” Your head went limp in his hands, cheek squishing into his palm as his thumb stroked your skin. Leaning closer, Kazuha tentatively pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Imagine this, my dear.” He proposes, tone lighthearted. “We switch roles. Instead, I am the one overwhelmed and stricken with anxiety, and you’re the one comforting me. You’re forced to watch me wither more and more each day, like a flower without sunlight, and all you can do is watch as your beloved hurts more and more.” He smiles sadly, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at you. “If you won’t do this for yourself, do it for me. At least for now. I want you to focus on yourself a bit more, and be more selfish in your desires.”

“Can I really do that?” Came your feeble question, and he nodded.

“You can. It may take awhile, but resting is a start. Even just for an hour or so, close your eyes and dream of something beautiful, something you want to do, something you deserve. You’ve worked so hard, and I’m so proud of you.”

Unable to hide your watery eyes, you bury your face in his chest once again, and revel in his touch; his hands and fingers stroked shapes along your back, tender lips pressed to the crown of your head.

“That’s it, let it out. You’re going to be okay.”

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Word Count: 3003

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- Ky♡♡

#kywrites #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche #kazuha hcs #kazuha fluff #scaramouche fluff #kazuha x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao fluff #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin comfort

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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if i may. Dad!Nurse! Steve Harrington where his little girl is sick with the flu and crying for her dad to make it better and he does everything to help and is all worried and loving 🥺🥺

AN | Okay but no; nurse dad Steve to the rescue🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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Steve Harrington could handle this.

Totally. Absolutely. No doubt about it.

He worked in the ER and constantly handled a myriad of emergencies and situations that had him thinking and needing to use his wits and keep his cool. So…realistically he could handle just about anything.

But he was terrified of the idea of having to watch your daughter alone for the weekend. Despite his assurances that he could manage (he could kick himself for being so stupid), he suddenly felt so unsure and nervous. You had a weekend work conference to go to that would keep you aware for a whole two and half days. You’d been reluctant to leave your husband and your daughter, but he insisted that he’d manage, that he didn’t want you to miss out the conference. And so you’d accepted what he said and left.

Now Steve was home alone with his four-year-old daughter. Fuck.

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He’d managed to survive the first alone without any issues. These were his days off, so he was able to be home and tend to the house along with his daughter. She’d been at preschool until the mid-afternoon, and once he’d picked her up the two of them were having fun. He really did adore his daughter, and more than anything he was nervous he’d somehow mess something up. He wouldn’t; you knew he wouldn’t - he was an amazing, doting, loving father.

He’d even made her favorites for dinner, which currently consisted of dino nuggets and mac and cheese and the two of them watched a movie before it was her bed time. Things had gone off without a hitch; he was sure he could use that to his advantage when he asked about seriously trying for baby number two. Look honey, I kept her alive for three days all by myself - want to have that next baby? Yeah, something like that would work anyway.

He was reading in bed, missing you and the late night conversations the two of you always had. But it wouldn’t be terrible - he could handle two nights on his own. Even if it really sucked. Any worry or self-pity he had was quickly wiped away when he heard the tiny knock at his bedroom door. He’d left it half open and looked up to find his daughter looking at him, the same big, soft brown eyes he had staring back at him.

“Daddy,” she poked her head into the room, looking at him nervously. Steve dogeared his page and put the book on his bedside table before motioning for her to come in. The small girl padded into the room and he instantly spotted the tear tracks on her cheeks as she sniffled.

“Camila,” he cooed softly, moving so he could easily pick her up. She ran the rest of the way over to him, throwing herself into his arms. He picked her up and settled her in his lap, tenderly wiping away the few remaining tears, “oh baby. What’s wrong, Cami girl?”

“I don’t feel good,” she pouted, her bottom lip trembling with effort as she tried not to cry again. She reminded him so much of you, how resilient and independent you were. She hated asking for help, wanting to do as much for herself as a four-year-old could, so he knew something was up if she was coming to him late at night when she should have been sleeping.

“Oh sweetheart,” he brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before kissing her chubby little cheeks, “what’s wrong? Why don’t you feel good?”

“My tummy hurts,” she frowned, “and I feel all cold, even with my blankies.”

As Steve listened to her, he placed his hand against her forehead and frowned when he felt how warm she was. He paused for a moment and inwardly groaned when he remembered that the flu was going around right. It usually disproportionately affected children, especially school age children. And here she was, going to preschool almost every day with a bunch of other kids. She’d had her flu shot, but there was only so much that would do and so many precautions they could take.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, my love,” he pulled her onto his chest so he could hold her properly. Cami buried her little face into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed her back up and down, “I’ll take care of you, okay? Daddy’s got you.”

“Okay,” she sounded so feeble and meek that it broke his heart. He wished he was the one having to experience this, not his baby girl.

“I’m going to get up and get a few things, okay?” he whispered softly, “you can sleep in bed with me tonight, does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he delicately moved her so she was on the side of the bed that you normally occupied, covering her with the soft blankets, “can you bring me Peter?”

Peter was the stuffed bunny that she’d had since the day she was born. She’d gotten it from her aunt Robin and loved it more than any other toy, “of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes, Camila.”

She murmured something, burrowing her face into the pillow, seeking some sort of relief. Steve looked at her for a moment and shook his head sadly; this was his baby girl and she was sick. He couldn’t do anything about it except try to make her feel better while she fought it off.

He went down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed her bunny before stopping in the bathroom and grabbing a thermometer, some acetaminophen, and then made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a few water bottles to bring with him but paused before leaving, staring at the phone. Before he thought too much of it, he grabbed the cordless headset and dialed the hotel room number you’d given him. He hoped you weren’t sleeping yet; he didn’t have to wake you on top of it all.

It rang a few times before he sighed in relief when he heard your soft voice, “hello?”

“Hi angel,” he ran a hand over his tired face, smiling when he heard your little sigh of happiness, “did I wake you honey?”

“Hey my love,” you’d only begin for the day but you already missed him and Camila more than you cared to admit, “I just got out of the shower. Stevie…I miss you.”

“I miss you more than you can ever know,” he admitted with a warm chuckle, “god, it’s been less than a day and I feel so lost without you.”

“I’ll be home soon,” you promised, your heart clenching softly at the realization of just how much you missed the two of them, “what’s wrong, love?”

“It’s Cami,” he admitted after a few moments of tangible silence, “she woke up and said she’s not feeling good. I think she’s got the flu, I was just about to take her temperature and see if I can make it so she can at least get some sleep.”

“Oh no,” your maternal instinct immediately ramped up; you wished you were home with the two of them, “poor little thing. Do you want-”

“No, no, no honey,” he immediately shook his head as if you were there, “I don’t want you to worry, or jump on a plane to come home. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll take care of our baby.”

“I know you will,” you laughed softly, “I don’t think there’s anyone I’d trust more. If anything changes or you need me…let me know. I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he promised, “I also just wanted to hear your voice…”

“Such a sap, Stevie,” you teased, but honestly? You missed his - all of him - too. The two of you were such suckers for each other, “it’s not too much longer. I’ll let you go, okay? Try and get some rest, there’s no use worrying about something we can’t change - I know you’ll take good care of her. I love you both so much. Tell Cami I said hi, yeah?”

“Of course,” he promised softly, “I will. I love you too, honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed, “good night, Stevie.”

He returned the sentiment before hanging up the phone and setting it down with a small sigh. He felt better after talking to you, but he still worried about his daughter; he was always a worrier. He couldn’t help it, it was just a part of who he was.

He gathered up the supplies he had gathered before heading back to his bedroom. When he quietly popped inside, he was relieved to see that Cami had fallen asleep. Even if it wasn’t for long, he wanted her to be able to get some rest. Steve placed Peter the bunny next to her so when she woke up she’d have him. The rest of his supplies went on the bedside table.

He gently climbed back into bed, doing his best not to disturb the small girl and snuggled up next to her. Realistically he knew that he should be able to sleep just fine and she would wake him up if and when she needed him. He also knew that this would be a sleepless night for him. Camila had never really been sick before and while he was used to dealing with sick children at work, it felt different now that it was his daughter. It felt horrible.

Exhaling softly, he tenderly brushed her hair out of her face before grabbing his book to read. Might as well do something with his time, right?

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“Daddy?” he’d noticed her stirring and was already prepared to give her his full attention. He glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was nearing four in the morning. His poor baby girl. She turned around so she could look at him, her eyes dazy and face slightly flushed, “‘m thirsty, Daddy.”

“I’ve got some water for you, Cami girl,” he cracked the top of one of the water bottles before carefully handing it to her. She took it in both hands and chugged it down, finishing almost the entire bottle before Steve slowed her down, “slowly sweetheart, you don’t want to make your tummy ache from too much at once.”

“Okay,” she handed him back the bottle before she realized that Peter was next to her. She squealed in delight before grabbing the stuffed bunny and clutched it tightly to her chest, “you brought Peter!”

“He was missing you too,” he smiled gently at her, “can I take your temperature? And I’ve got something to help you feel a little better.”

“I’m cold,” she pouted as he grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in her mouth. She already knew the drill and had opened her mouth. Steve tutted at her lightly, already planning to grab her a few more blankets that should help. He pulled the thermometer out when it beeped and read the little screen. 101. A mild fever but nothing too bad, fortunately.

“You’ve got a little bit of a fever,” he grabbed the acetaminophen and water bottle, “this will help and I’ll get you some more blankets today? I want you to rest and your fever should break soon.”

“I miss Mommy,” she pouted as he popped the medicine into her mouth and handed her the water to finish off. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Steve; oh no, she absolutely adored her father almost more than anything, but she loved you too. She was used to having both of you around.

“Me too,” he agreed, “I talked to Mommy while you were sleeping and she said to tell you hello and that she loves you. But she’ll be home soon.”

“Good,” she gave him a firm little nod, “can we have dino nuggets later?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her lightly before kissing the side of her head, “we’ll see, Cami. Right now I want you to try and get some sleep, okay? Once you’re up we can see about getting some nuggets and a nice warm bath.”

“Will you stay with me?” she looked at him with big, soft doe eyes and he nodded. As if there was anywhere he would rather be.

“I will,” he helped to tuck her back under the covers, making sure Peter was with her, “I’m going to grab a few more blankets and I’ll be right back.”

She was already fast asleep by the time Steve made it back with a new load of blankets. He bundled her up as best as he could, hoping her fever would break soon. All he could do was keep an eye on her wait.

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The next two days passed in a much smoother manner than that first night. Cami was about to sleep off her fever and slowly began to feel better with each passing hour. Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that he was indulging her every whim and fancy to the best of his ability. He wouldn’t call his daughter spoiled…she just wasn’t told no very often. But on the flipside, she rarely asked for things and was always polite and kind to everyone. She was a good kid, after all.

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t more than ready for you to come home. He was practically counting down the hours - you were too. You’d been a little sneaky and told him that you’d be home a few hours later than you really would be, wanting to come home and surprise the two of you.

When you did, when you finally made it home and let yourself into the house as quietly as you could, you found the two of them at the kitchen table, eating exactly what you expected - man n cheese and dinosaur nuggets. It was such a simple but beautiful sight that melted your heart.

“Hello my loves,” you whispered as you set your bag down. Both of them turned to look at you, eyes widening in excitement before rushing over to you.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart,” felt a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs and another pair of arms around your shoulders as your two favorite people enveloped you with love, “you’re home early!”

“Surprise,” you leaned in and kissed him softly, wishing you could have more, more, more but remembering that your daughter was still right there. You’d have all the time with him later, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered in return before picking up Cami and balancing her on his hip so she could get a kiss too. You brushed her rogue, wild curls out of her face before pressing big kisses to her cheeks.

“Hi Cami girl,” she looked so happy to see it that it made your heart melt, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Daddy took good care of you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she grinned happily, “we even got to stay up and watch princess movies!”

“Oh you did, huh?” you looked at your husband, who gave you a sheepish smile accompanied with a shrug that said what can you do? You touched his cheek affectionately, “I’m glad you’re feeling better, my little love, and I’m glad you took such good care of her, my love.”

“Do you want some nuggies, Mommy?” she asked excitedly and you couldn’t turn down that adorable face, “we made lots!’

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

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Steve was already in bed, eagerly waiting for you as you finished your little night time routine. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d miss just sleeping next to you. But then you appeared, all big smiles, soft eyes, and cozy pajamas that consisted of a pair of old shorts and one of his sweaters. It was easily his favorite sight in the entire world.

“You’re so beautiful,” you playfully rolled your eyes before walking over to him, taking the outstretched hand that he offered you. He threaded your fingers together before pulling you into his lap. He leaned against the headboard as you straddled his waist and rested against his bent legs, “god, I missed you so much. And you were only gone for three days.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, reaching over and gently tracing along some of his freckles. You liked mapping them out with your fingers, and even more so with your lips, “next time there’s a conference or anything that requires me to be gone, I’m bringing you both.”

“Same here,” he laughed softly, taking your hand and bringing your hand to his lips and reverently kissing your palm, “three days was too long.”

“But at least I know that the two of you are able to survive without me,” you teased and a pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you did great, Stevie. Seriously.”

“I will admit that I was a little nervous,” he confessed quietly as you giggled at him, “it’s a lot of pressure taking care of a young, sick kid on your own!”

“I know,” you acknowledged, “but you did wonderfully.”

He hummed in content as the two of you looked at each all starred-eyed before exchanging soft, sweet kisses. He pulled back after a few moments and you could see that there was something on his mind. You tutted lightly before putting a finger under his chin and turning his face up to yours, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh..”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed your side as you squirmed in grasp, “Cami’s in preschool now, and we’ve discovered that I can manage a kid on my own for days…I-I guess I’m just kind of wondering what your thoughts are about trying for that second kid?”

Your face lit up and Steve took that as a good sign. You were silent for a moment before reaching for his hand and settling it on your tummy, “how about in like seven months?”

“Oh,” his eyebrows rose in confusion. It took him a second to process but he nodded; it was you that was doing all the hard work realistically. He could easily hold off on trying for a while, “okay, angel. We’ll start trying in the new year.”

“Stevie,” you were laughing now; he was so smart and so wonderful, but he was so oblivious at times, “I didn’t mean…waiting. I meant…how would you feel about meeting your new daughter or son in seven months?”

“I…what?” his mouth opened and closed a few times and then it hit him, “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed softly and his whole expression practically melted into heart eyes and a big lovesick smile, “I found out a few weeks ago…I’ve just been wanting for the perfect opportunity to tell you. And I guess now is as good of a time as any. Surprise, my love!”

“Wow,” he exhaled shakily before laughing you into his chest and kissing you softly, “what a perfect surprise. That’s…fuck, that’s wonderful. I love you so much. You, Cami, and the new baby.”

“Blob Harrington number two,” you teased, causing him to groan softly. You’d referred to Cami as Blob throughout most of your pregnancy because she just looks like a blob! He nudged his nose with his before brushing his lips over yours again, “I love you too, Steve. So, so much.”

“Oh my clumsy girl,” affectionate fondness laced his words, “I’m going to be thoroughly outnumbered. Three girls against me? Unfair.”

“How do you know it’s gonna be a girl?”

“I just know,” he insisted cheekily, “it’ll be a girl.”

“Oh,” you stook out your tongue at him, “wanna bet on it? I say it’s a boy.”

“You’re on,” he held out his hand, “it’s a girl. Terms of winning to be determined.”

“Just…don’t ruin it for yourself or me this time,” he had accidentally spilled the beans with Cami, not that you minded, “so no close looks for you at ultrasounds.”

“I’ll accept your terms,” he agreed as you shook his hand, “I love you, angel.”

“I love you more, Steve.”

“Impossible.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st #nurse!steve

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muertawrites · 2 years

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In the Darkness, Bind Them (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie starts wearing a ring on his left ring finger, despite the both of you unanimously agreeing against marriage. Cuteness ensues.

Word Count: fuck if i know

Warnings: some swears (minors close your ears), gets kinda frisky at the end (minors close your eyes)

Author's Note: Characters are aged up a bit because I said so. I've got it so bad for this boy. Please god you rat bastard I know you've stopped listening but send me a boy like him and let me keep him 🙏🏻 (also did y'all like my Tolkien reference??????? Eddie would)

Waking up in Eddie Munson's arms is the greatest peace you know. Every day is a nightmare, and the moment you leave your shared bed, you're terrified; you live in a trailer park because even with two full-time jobs and a bit of dealing on the side, being alive is too expensive to manage, and it never feels like anything you do will ever be enough to get you where you want to be in life. You don't know if it would be worse to remain stagnant, just keeping your head above water and hating every moment of it, or to make one of the huge jumps you've been considering and risk soaring or crashing into flames. And that's just the waking nightmare. But for a few minutes every morning, before your eyes open and all you can do is feel, you're safe; Eddie's broad chest at your back, a strong arm slung heavily across your waist, quiet snoring, gentle heartbeats, legs braided together beneath sheets that are more pill than true fabric from too many washes. Knowing you have him grounds you, and makes it far easier to get up and face the day.

This morning, like every other morning, you take Eddie's hand in yours and start kissing his knuckles. His calloused fingers twitch, curling around your palm as he hums, the sound so deep it vibrates your whole body. Your own fingers graze against cold metal, and you open your eyes to find a ring staring at you from the back of his left hand.

It isn't a new ring; he's had it probably since high school. A thick, beveled silver band within which sits a glass bead meant to mimic emerald, always worn on his ring finger. You're just used to it being on his other hand.

The few conversations you've had about marriage have been short, and always in favor of not ever doing it ("We're living together already so that's enough, right? My family doesn't give a shit. I love you and I don't need Uncle fucking Sam to validate that."). Kids were also out of the question, since neither of you wanted any, and you already felt like parents with half the Hawkins High School freshman class (and their accompanying gaggle of demons) always hanging around.

So really, there's no reason Eddie should be wearing just one ring on his left hand when all his other rings lay discarded - as they always were when he slept - on the nightstand, next to a half-smoked pack of cigarettes and a few loose condoms.

His lips start to trail groggy kisses down the length of your neck, his favorite way to wake you and greet you good morning. You slowly rotate the ring on his finger, sleepily pondering it as he stirs beside you.

"Whatcha got there?" he wonders, repositioning his hand so he can clasp yours within it and give it a loving squeeze.

"I've never seen you wear that ring on your left hand," you note.

Eddie clears his throat, and you can feel his demeanor change from hazy to nervous and wide awake. You roll over to face him, his puppyish eyes gazing at you the same way they did when he first confessed his love for you.

"... I started getting comments," he explains. "Groupies. And chicks at the shop, y'know? Just girls looking for a bad boy to fuck around with." (You laugh inwardly, knowing his chains and ripped denim and devil-bearing t-shirts only hide the mushiest, fluffiest goofball you've ever known. How is it he ever got pegged with a murder accusation?) "I started wearing my ring on my left hand so they'd back off."

You can't help the grin that curls across your face, all your anti-marriage ideals completely dashed at the thought of him tethered to you with a little silver band. He blushes crimson, unsure whether you're flattered or you're going to laugh at him.

"Does that make me Mrs. Munson?" you tease, though the words send a strange tingle through your limbs.

Eddie mirrors your smile as his arms wrap around you, pulling you in and hugging you tight.

"What happened to the whole 'I'm keeping my name' schtick?" he banters.

"Oh, I'm still keeping my name," you state. "I just want you to refer to me as 'Mrs. Munson' to any slut who looks at you for more than three seconds."

Eddie laughs, his lips falling against yours in a tender kiss. Your body floats, lost within the feeling of him.

"I would be so fucking miserable without you."

He murmurs the words against your neck, peppering kisses across every bit of naked skin he can reach. He pauses to look up at you with a cheeky smirk, the kind you know well and absolutely adore for its playful mischief. He prompts you to sit up and close your eyes, which you do without a second thought.

You hear him shuffling about before he takes your left hand, raising it to his lips to lay a kiss upon it; a humble knight before his queen.

"Sweetheart," he lilts, "darling, light of my life and center of my world, will you do me the honor..."

He slips something onto your ring finger. You peek one eye open, both spreading wide when you see that he's given you the nicest ring he owns - a large, ornate thing with a thicket of thorns curling around a shimmering blue pool of glass. It only just fits you, hanging slightly loose off your digit.

"... of not being my wife?"

You cackle with glee, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. You can feel his smile against your lips, and just for a moment, you know everything will be okay.

"Yes," you reply between kisses. "I would love," kiss, "to never be," kiss, "Mrs. Munson."

Eddie's grin turns impish, his tongue running over his bottom lip. That's another look you recognize, and you always love what comes with it.

"We can skip the wedding and go right to the honeymoon, then," he jests.

He rolls you over, trapping you under his large, agile body and pulling the sheets over both your heads, ensnaring you in a kiss that quickly turns into a clash of teeth and tongues. You spend the rest of the morning living fully in sin, his hips locked between your thighs.

If a ring or certificate didn't say who you belonged to, Eddie's bite marks on your skin and his name screamed towards the heavens definitely did.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

#muerta's works #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff

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bladiegfs · 1 year

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from the start...

➵ a pining reader (ft. blade)

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 856

➵ it wasn't easy having a crush on someone everybody labels as 'jaded', 'cold', 'frigid', 'chronically-has-a-stick-up-his-ass' and... well, you get the idea. especially not when you're supposed to be his designated partner for this mission and the silence nearly kills you.

God. Dear god, it was not easy being in this position.

What position, you ask? Well, sitting in awkward silence beside your co-worker and long-time crush, Blade. And not just any awkward silence— it was awkward silence just between the two of you as you board a ship. The vessel was empty save for the two of you as you traverse the wide skies.

And despite this privacy… despite you having looked forward to this, the excitement amounted to nothing. You were excited at the thought of being on a mission with Blade and Blade alone; you nearly pumped your fist at the thought of having your crush all to yourself for a few days.

But after having stepped into the vessel and sitting down on the comfortable cushion, what greeted you two were only silence.

“Good morning,” You recall greeting him earlier as you two step into the ship.

And Blade’s response? A mere “Mhm.”

‘Mhm.’ What the hell were you supposed to do with that?!

Still thinking of how to recover from that response, your eyes trace over his features, trying to be as discreet as possible— you knew he had sharp sight, and he’d definitely notice you gawking at him if you let your gaze linger for a beat longer.

Avoiding staring for too long, you take in his appearance through glances.

His eyes are thankfully glued to the screen of his phone. Reading something, maybe? Ah, it didn’t matter. All you could think about was how he smelled like fresh laundry, how his long, dark hair shone, and how the way the sun hits him only made him all the more tantalizing.

Yes, that’s the word. Tantalizing. So close, yet so far. Sitting beside you, but he might as well be oceans away. Not only that, but he acknowledges you approximately once a week ever since you started working here— but that’s better than the treatment everyone else gets, you think. He gives you a polite nod in acknowledgement every time, probably remembering you as the lady who once organized a whole archive of tangled wires within the headquarters; a mess courtesy of Silver Wolf’s headache-inducing mini versions being complete menaces and unleashing hell within the room.

You inwardly groan. What a bland, boring, and terrible first impression. Couldn’t you have picked something cooler to do when he first casts his gaze on you? You damn nearly melted when his eyes shifted towards you that day, all while a mess of wires was around you.

Ah, his gaze… there was something about it, you thought as you look at the soft curve of his eyelashes. You’ve heard of him before you’ve even seen him. Affectionately nicknamed ‘Bladie’ by Kafka, Xianzhou swordsman, all that. You figured: he’d definitely be someone terrifying. Maybe even akin to a hideous beast. Oh, how much easier your life would be if that was the case. Instead, when you meet his eyes, your knees weakened. What a damn cliche. You thought things like that only happened in movies; the cold and emotionally constipated Gary Stu love interest sparkles the fuck out of the female lead, and romance follows.

Now, you see, the thing here is that you were not one of those female leads. And… well, whether or not Blade is a Gary Stu love interest is something that will remain a mystery forever, it seems. You’ve been sparkled into oblivion without even being the female lead. A side of you jeers, how pathetic.

“Shut up,” You grumbled, the words accidentally being spoken aloud.

“About time you spoke,” Blade says, his deep voice nearly making you jolt. He doesn’t even look up from his phone as he continues, “You’ve been looking at me for a while now.”

“Ah,” You sheepishly reply, trying to think of an explanation. Oh, sorry for spacing out into your face, Sir Blade, it was just too pretty for me to not look at! By the way, did you know I’ve had a crush on you for a while now? Ha-ha!

You wanted to smack yourself. Pulling yourself together, you say, “I was… just thinking.”

“Thinking.” He repeats.

‘Do not make this any more difficult for me or my heart will literally leap out my chest,’ you wanted to say. Instead, you opt for, “Yes, thinking about… the mission.”

“The mission.” He repeats once more, his expression changing into one of slight— just the slightest bit of— amusement.

Am I talking to an echo? You think. Instantly, the corner of Blade’s mouth tugs up into a half-smile—

“No, you’re not,” Blade says.

You blink. “What?”

“You asked if you were talking to an echo. You’re not.”

Heat travels up your face. “Sorry.”

Blade’s expression changes into that of… something unreadable along with amusement. He asks in what seems to be mock concern, “What were you thinking of?”

Still yet to recover from his reaction, you try to find the words in your head.

What a pain, you thought as you finally realize what that expression on his face is— the face of someone teasing.

What a pain, indeed. But this is progress, isn’t it?

#maddie's corner!#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #! ballad #Spotify

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nunalastor · 2 months

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Via an assassination attempt and magical shenanigans, Alastor turns into a human being with no memory of his existence in Hell. Even though he doesn't look terribly different - same facial structure, same twiggy build, albeit no longer a 7ft tall monster, same hair even, minus the bob - and yet everyone is thrown by how unassuming he looks. Lucifer is lapping up the fact that Alastor no longer towers over him (he's either the same height as Lucifer now, or only a bit taller).

It's a bit surprising how... well human Alastor seems to take being in Hell. He doesn't outwardly panic or anything. He's maybe a bit more standoffish with everyone, but all things in considered he's taking it in stride, or so everyone thinks.

Then, in the middle of the night, Alastor vanishes.

Charlie's panicking because without his powers, any number of horrible things could happen to him! And in spite of how different he looks, he's still very recognizable as the Radio Demon. Charlie's terrified one of Alastor's enemies might have kidnapped him or killed him or-

Lucifer tries to reassure Charlie, but he can't ignore the fact that he's concerned too. B-because Charlie would be heartbroken if something bad happened to him! No other reason! (Cue denial.)

Meanwhile human Alastor is wandering around Pentagram City, inwardly panicking but keeping on a calm appearance while he searches for anything... familiar. He doesn't trust the pack of literal monsters that insisted on keeping him locked inside that hotel 'for his safety,' so he's going to figure things out on his own.

He doesn't notice the drone stalking his every move, wouldn't even recognize it for what it was if he did. Vox is absolutely enthralled by the sight of Alastor in this smaller, weaker form. He's already sent out some employees to grab Alastor off the street and drag him back to Vee Tower. In the meantime, he's enjoying watching this version of Alastor scrambling around looking so lost, and fantasizing about how this time around, he'll get Alastor hanging onto every word he says.

But Lucifer's on the hunt too, taking to the sky while Charlie, Vaggie, and everyone else split up to search the city on foot. It's a race to find Alastor before the other group does, or before he runs into trouble from one of the many, many other dangers of the Pride Ring.

👀

#alastor #hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #alastor turned human

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moonslie04 · 1 month

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scaramouche x male reader

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“Wait so you’re telling me that Lumine, sweet innocent Lumine, fought with someone in highschool? You’re lying.” Scaramouche said, disbelief evident in his voice.

YN let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling as he did so. He nodded as he took a sip of his coke. “I’m being serious!! The guys were making fun of Ae because of his long hair and people at our old school were absolute assholes so they obviously ridiculed him.” YN said, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. I’m never pissing her off again. Forever terrified of her.”

They were sitting at McDonald’s. After the disaster that turned out to be YN’s house, Scaramouche had decided that some comfort food would do both of them some good.

“So, tell me about Nahida. Lumine mentioned that she was your sister?” YN said, shoving fries in his mouth.

Scaramouche’s eyes twinkled, “Already talking about me are you? You know if you wanted to know about me, you could’ve just asked.” Scaramouche said, earning himself a half-hearted glare from the [your haircolor],

“She’s not my real sister. When I was 15, I saw her getting bullied by some kids from The Academia. She was around 13 at the time. And ever since then, she’s like a bug that I can't shake off.” Scaramouche said, a small smile on his lips.

“Ahh that’s so cute! I’ve always wanted siblings but never had any..” YN shrugged. “Show me her photos!! If you don’t mind of course”

Scaramouche shook his head, pulling out his phone. He moved his seat closer to YN’s, causing the other boy’s face to bloom red. Scaramouche chuckled under his breath.

He opened his gallery, images of the white haired teen causing him to smile fondly.

“Wait wait! What’s this one?” YN asked, pointing to a photo of Scaramouche playing with an orange cat that Nahida and Scaramouche had found and sort of taken in. She was still a stray but they gave her food everyday and played with her.

“Oh, that’s Pepper. She lives or comes near my dorm and technically Nahida started to feed her everyday but then i also started to feed her.” Scaramouche explained, scrolling through his folder of Pepper.

“Oh, she’s so cute!! I need to meet her!” YN squealed, scooting closer to Scaramouche and leaning.

Scaramouche turned his head, suddenly aware about how close YN was. Very cliche but time seemed to slow down. Scaramouche could smell the raspberry scent of YN’s shampoo, mixed with his perfume which made Scaramouche wonder when the other had time to put it on. His breath hitched as he noticed how easy it would be to kiss YN, how much little distance he would have to move to taste the other’s lips. Scaramouche suddenly felt breathless as he watched YN bite his lip in thought as he scrolled on Scaramouche’s phone. His mind wandered and his thoughts got more scattered.

“Oh Scara, you have a call.” He heard YN’s voice and the melodic voice broke him out of his thoughts. He hummed in response, his eyes refocusing on his phone.

He groaned inwardly as he saw his step-mom’s name flash across the screen. “Gimme a minute. Sorry.” He mumbled, getting up and going outside.

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mastermindmiko · 8 months

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Potions Partner (Part four)

pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

word count: 2494

Warnings: none I think but lmk

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Part five

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Professor Slughorn apparently liked a change of scenery every once in a while because he had changed the order of the seats again. Same partners, just a different desk arrangement. Draco was already sitting at the desk at the far end of the class in the back.

She walked in with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry looked at Draco, curiously, and then he gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. She gave him an appreciative smile. Draco didn’t even look at them as they entered the class.

A part of her was terrified that he was just messing with her back in the prefect’s bathroom because why else would he take the sudden interest in her? Why would he start being nice to her after years of being cruel and mean? She took a deep breath in and walked to the back of the classroom.

He did even look up as she sat down, he was writing something in a notebook that he had. It’s not like she expected him to pull her in with a kiss as a way of greeting, but he could at least look at her. She bit the inside of her cheek, and she brought out her book and parchment roll. This was a theoretical class which explained the change in the desk arrangement, and the lack of cauldrons on their desks.

Halfway through the class, he placed his hand on his forehead and started to grimace. She noticed and tore a piece of her parchment roll to write, ‘are you okay?’. She flipped it over and slid it to him until her hand hit his own.

He noticed the paper when their hands brushed. He quickly took his hand far away from her, and she tried not to visibly deflate. He read the paper and he wrote something then left it in front of him, not bothering to even slide it to her. ‘Fine’.

She bit her lip, and looked away from him. She didn’t know why she expected anything else from him after all he has hated her for six years now, why would he stop? She concluded that he only kissed her for the sake of kissing someone. Boys were hormonal creatures after all. He could’ve been messing with her too, just to have a story to tell his cruel Slytherin friends in the common room.

She placed her head on her palm and left her left hand on her lap. She didn’t look at him for the next few minutes, she looked at the clock and realised that there was still an hour and a half till class ended. She inwardly groaned at having to spend more time with him like this.

Hermione was, as always, right for what she thought. How could she have ever possibly thought that anything that could happen between them was a good idea? She even sent his father to Azkaban last year with her brother, this was his way of getting revenge. His family was working for Voldemort. He used her. How could she possibly think that Draco Malfoy could be anything less than vile and cruel and-

He brushed their hands under the table. It interrupted her train of thought, her heart was brought to a stop. She looked at her lap to find that Draco was intertwining their hands. He pulled their hands to his thigh and then he continued writing the assignment as if he didn’t just take her breath away by simply holding her hand.

She couldn’t focus on anything else, but him. A few seconds later, he looked around to see if anyone was looking, then he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. She hated how quickly the pent up anger faded away at the intimate action. She blushed and looked away again.

Halfway through the lesson, he started to rub circles on her hand with his thumb. It seemed that every circle he made caused more butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Professor Slughorn gave them a five minute break which was very refreshing after not having any breaks from potions for the past five years.

The class was filled with loud chattering, and she looked to find that Harry was looking at that potion’s book of his that he seemed obsessed with lately. Hermione’s partner had fallen asleep beside her, so she chatted with Ron who was in the desk behind her, next to Harry.

“I had a headache, that’s all.” Draco whispered, right next to her ear. She was startled by the sound of his voice, and she looked around to find that everyone was busy chatting with someone else. She nodded, and looked at their intertwined hands. She noticed that he had a green ring on his hand, more specifically on his pinky.

“That’s a cool ring.” she whispers back pointing with her free hand on his pinky. He looks at where she was pointing and says, “yeah, my mom gave it to me when I was five, it doesn’t fit anymore, but I still keep it.”

“I didn’t realise Draco Malfoy was a mama’s boy.” She teased and he gave her a glare that caused her to let out a tiny chuckle. He pressed another kiss to the back of her hand, telling her that he wasn’t actually mad.

“Look,” he says, and he breaks their hands apart and takes the ring off his finger. He shows her the inside of it, and it has his name engraved inside in a silver colour. She tilts her head to get a better look at it then she smiles, and says, “Cute.”

When he comes to put it back on, he places it on her ring left finger, and she looks at him confused. When it’s placed on her finger, he connects their hands once again, then says, “I’m not proposing or anything, I just want you to have it.”

“I can’t have this, your mom gave it to you.” She says, trying to pull their hands apart to take it off. He grips her hand tighter, and says, “I want you to have it, besides it doesn’t fit anymore, and it fits perfectly in your hand.”

“Alright, break’s over.” Professor Slughorn announces, and she notices that his walk is a bit wobbly. She realises that the break wasn’t for them, but rather for him to get a drink. The chatter dies down and everyone returns to their seats.

Draco presses a kiss to her hand again, but this time it’s on the ring rather than just at the back of her hand. It makes her blush, and he grins at her flustered state. She realises that kissing her hand will not be a habit that he will form. He goes back to writing in his notebook with their hands on his thigh.

She smiles, and faces the front of the class to pay attention to the lesson. She finds that Hermione was looking at her with a frown on her face, she must’ve seen their interaction. Before she could give Hermione some reaction, Hermione turns around to face Professor Slughorn.

Y/N purses her lips, and keeps reading her book. The rest of the class all she could think about was how Hermione would be disappointed or mad, maybe she wouldn’t even want to be her friend anymore.

The bell rang and everyone started to pack up their stuff. Professor Slughorn wobbled into his office, hitting a few desks on his way inside. Harry already stood up and called out, “Hey, Y/N come on!”

She was about to stand up when Draco gripped her hand tightly, causing her to abruptly fall back down on her seat and she said, “Um, uh I’ll meet you outside, I still need to pack my stuff.”

Hermione gave her a disapproving look and she walked outside the classroom. This was exactly what she didn’t want, lying to her friends and her brother. Once everyone had cleared out, she stood up and turned to Draco who was still holding her hand. She asks, “what is it?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to do this.” Draco said, and then pulled her by their intertwined hands to his chest. He cupped her face and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a quick one, but still enough to make her heart beat go insane. “I’ll see you later.” He said, then left the class.

She smiled as she watched him leave. She was smitten with him, and it's driving her insane. She slung her bag over her shoulder, and then she walked out of class. Harry and Ron weren’t waiting for her, but she found Hermione resting against the wall.

“You think he’ll let me be your bride’s maid.” Hermione said, and Y/N was taken aback by the weird question. Hermione pointed to her hand, and she noticed the ring. Y/N’s quick to explain with a blush, “It’s nothing like that, it’s just a gift.”

“He hates us.” Hermione said with her arms folded. “He treats Ron like trash, and he fights with Harry all the time, and he calls me a-” Her voice cracks, and Y/N walks to her and she gives her friend a hug. After Hermione’s breathing stabilises, she breaks the hug.

“Hermione, I’m so sorry. Trust me, I think about how wrong this can go, but I-” she cuts herself off, and she takes a deep breath. “I really think he cares.” She continues, and then she cracks a weak smile, “and if he ever annoys me, you can punch him again. You liked it last time.”

Hermione lets out a chuckle, and she purses her lips, “Just be careful, okay?” Y/N nods and then loops their arms together. They walk to the Great Hall where lunch is about to start. That’s probably where Harry and Ron were, knowing Ron, he probably wouldn’t be able to wait for food.

They reach the Great Hall, and by then lunch has started. Ron’s already munching down on some food, and Harry’s holding his potions book to his chest as he eats some rice. She asks her brother, “Do you sleep with that book too?”

“He does.” Ron answered for him and Harry gave him a glare. The girls chuckle and start to eat as well. Halfway through dinner. Professor Snape enters the Great Hall quickly, and he walks to the Slytherin table. They watch him in interest.

Snape walks to Draco, and he tells him something. Draco stands up quickly, tells Nott something then follows Snape out of the Great Hall. Whispers erupt in the Great Hall about what just happened. “What was that about?” Hermione asks in a low voice.

“Death eater meeting most likely.” Harry says, and Y/N scoffs, “He’s not a death eater.” Harry looks at her with his eyebrow quirked. “He’s a Malfoy, I bet if we pulled up his sleeve we’d see the dark mark.”

“I do think it’s rather odd for Voldemort to recruit sixteen year olds that are still under Dumbledore’s watch, Harry.” Hermione said, helpfully. She was grateful that Hermione interrupted her because she might’ve said something that would have aroused suspicions.

After Hermione’s words the conversation was dropped for the rest of lunch. Harry and Ron had divination while Hermione had arithmancy. Y/N had a free period which she was going to spend outside by the black lake, but first she wanted to walk Ron and Harry to the Divination classroom.

They were about to enter the class when Theodore Nott stopped them by saying, “Potter.” Harry’s face turned into a frown and Ron copied his reaction. She was just confused at what he was doing talking to Harry. Harry walked closer to him, and then Nott lifted his hand up in a stop, “The other Potter.”

Harry and Ron looked between them in confusion, and she felt the same way. Theodore motions for her to follow him with his head, she follows him. Harry grabs her wrist to put her walking to a stop and when Nott hears her footsteps stop, he turns around to look at them. Harry says, “Whatever you can say to her, you can say to me too.”

“No.” Nott says, firmly, and he continues, “I want to speak to her alone.” Her face comforts into confusion and Harry drops her wrist. Ron whispers in her ear, “If he causes you any trouble just raise three fingers and I’ll hex him.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but okay…” she trailed off and she walked towards Nott who was waiting patiently a few feet away, leaning against the wall. He shoots a glare behind her and She sees Harry and Ron reciprocating the exact look. Both of them were so protective.

Once she reached him, he said, “His mom’s sick, that’s why he’s gone. He’ll be back in a few days.”

She looks around, nervously to see if anyone heard. Understanding just who he was talking about. She fiddles with her fingers, and lets out a nervous chuckle, “Why would I care?”

“Please, he can’t keep a single thing from me. He's not a very good secret keeper. I’m just glad he finally did something about it, it took him long enough.” He says, casually, and he rolls his eyes at the end of the statement. “He told me to tell you before he left.”

Nott didn’t say anything else before he turned around and left. It didn’t give her a chance to further inquire about his words. She walked back to her brother and friend and Harry didn't wait a second before asking, “What was that about?”

“He’s just saying that Slytherin will beat us in Quidditch this year.” She says, proud of thinking of an excuse fast enough. Harry mumbles something then folds his arms. Ron asks, confused, “Isn’t that more of a Harry thing?”

“Not really, we’re both chasers.” She replied, hoping that it sounds convincing, thankfully they didn’t ask anymore questions. They both walk into the classroom, and she waves to them. They already know that she’ll be out by the black lake, so they’ll meet up with her there after.

She walks outside the castle while she’s twisting her new piece of jewelry around her finger with a smile on her face. Draco actually liked her, he wasn’t just using her. Nott’s words rang inside her head, “I’m just glad he finally did something about it, it took him long enough.”

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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can you write a jj maybank x reader enemies to lovers trope? where the reader is sarah’s best friend and sarah brings her to the chateau. everyone is nice to y/n but jj isn’t, you can think of the rest. <333

18+ smut

JJ didn't like Kooks, he couldn't stand them, Kie wasn't a kook, she'd never be one in his eyes and whilst everyone else seemed to warm up to Sarah JJ kept his distance. A Cameron with a pogue was wrong, his best friend had somehow gotten the Kook princess and he couldn't wrap his head around how quickly he turned on the pogues to defend her. Then another came, one who he genuinely didn't want to see, Y/n. She was Sarah's best friend, a fellow Kook who Sarah then dragged to meet them, and now he was sat watching all the pogues try to get to know her whilst he stewed in anger.

"So Y/n, what made you want to join the pogues?" John B asked, already knowing Sarah had dragged her along with no explanation.

"Uhh...i didn't really, i don't really get this whole pogues vs kooks things if i'm honest. Just got dragged along i guess." Y/n shrugged, she didn't really care about who she hung out with as long as she didn't get ditched or end up in jail. JJ scoffed to himself, Kie giving him a look and nudging him before she gave Y/n a smile.

"Well it'll be good to have another girl, the testosterone gets a bit too much sometimes." Kie joked, nudging JJ as he let out a small laugh, Y/n awkwardly laughing and pushing back her hair before looking at her phone.

"Are we boring you princess?" JJ spoke, Y/n looking up at him with an awkward smile and shook her head, putting her phone away as she went back to leaning against the wall. He kept his mind filled with annoyed thoughts but a few escaped and reminded him that she was pretty and the way she awkwardly smiled at him had made his neck warm.

"No, no, sorry. Just got a text from work asking me to come in tomorrow. Saving for a car so want to get some shifts in." JJ raised an eyebrow, inwardly thinking about how her parents would buy her one without denting their weekly income, he worked to pay for food and she took those hours off someone that probably relied on work to feed their kids.

"Where do you work?" Pope asked, Y/n giving him a small smile as she turned towards him.

"I work at the golf club, cart girl. All the pervy men tip pretty well so it makes up for their comments, but it's a good place to work, they're actually looking for some guys to drive the carts and carry the clubs if any of you are interested? I can put in a good word, the owner really likes me." Pope's eyes lit up, sure he felt terrified of going back there after Rafe attacked him but he also knew how well they paid since he'd applied when he was younger and been rejected.

"That would be awesome, how many do they need?" Y/n gave him a smile and pulled out her phone.

"Give me 5." Y/n walked away, Pope slapping John B's leg as they grinned at each other, John B hadn't had a solid job since the summer started and Pope enjoyed working for his dad but he saw the struggle. JJ rolled his eyes, drinking his beer as his friends all whispered about their opinions on Y/n, and agreed they liked her which made him angry. They barely knew her, she appears out of nowhere and once again it was like Sarah, they were choosing another kook over the original pogues. Y/n came back a few moments later and sat down, putting her phone away and grinning at the pogues. That stupid grin once more made his body warm but he looked away ignoring her once more as he steeled his thoughts and pushed it to the back of his brain instead forcing more negative ones about her in their place.

"So originally he only needed one but i convinced him he needed more since it's the summer and people go off sick being hungover and what not. So if you guys want jobs you can come with me tomorrow and i'm pretty sure you'll walk out with a uniform. Only if you want to." Y/n was nervous, she'd really pressed her boss, wanting to be nice to the pogues since they'd let her stay so she wanted to show them she wasn't an asshole. JJ scoffed to himself as Pope and John B grinned, excited as they thanked Y/n and high fived each other, Sarah bragging that she'd brought the best new pogue ever.

JJ didn't feel the same way, she was pushing her way in, making them work on figure 8, what was next? She was gonna start buying their attention?

JJ's hatred spiralled as John B, Pope and Kie all started working at the golf club on figure 8, he'd refused to go even though he needed the money but it was the premise right?

Instead he just tried to ignore her but everyone seemed to like her, dragging her to more and more pogue activities where she'd try to be nice to him. Each smile she sent his way made his body heat up and the urge to smile back was sickening to him. Offering him a drink or asking how he was, he would only grunt or hum before walking away leaving Y/n confused but she'd been told he didn't trust easily so she didn't think much of it. Then instead of asking she would just hand him a drink, or give him something else which he'd looked at but didn't have the cash, she'd also buy everyone else a drink or food but to him it felt like she was trying to buy him. Y/n didn't think of it like that, to her she knew she was privileged, so if she had the cash on her or her card then she'd spend whatever she wanted on whoever she wanted. It was all out of her own pocket anyway, her parents only gave her money if she asked which she rarely did. But JJ just saw her as flaunting rich parents, the card she had was probably filled to the brim from a trust fund and any cash she had was probably an allowance given to her to keep her happy, he didn't have that. He didn't have anyone handing out money to him for simply being alive and he resented all the kooks for it, but something about Y/n just made him tick in a way no one else did. Sure Sarah was probably the richest kook kid on the island, but she only really spent it on John B, sometimes buying them food so JJ didn't see it often but Y/n, she was constantly offering to get the pogues anything they wanted.

The twinkie needs a new belt? She got a mechanic in within a day so the pogues could get places.

John B was behind on rent? She gave him an extra $200 and told him not to worry about paying her back.

Pope's dad had a bad week with sales? She's reminding everyone at the golf club to place orders.

Somehow she always helped them, JJ found it suspicious, everyone else thought she was just a nice person but JJ was usually right about people. So when he kept reminding John B not to trust her, or telling Pope he had a bad feeling the pogues all decided the best course of action was the same they'd used on Ki and Sarah. But how to get them both somewhere they couldn't escape?

Now Y/n stood in the chateau, humming away as she made pancakes since Sarah had asked her to come over and bake with her but Sarah had been gone for a good 10 minutes now.

"John B? You in here?" JJ shouted as he threw his bag down, looking around as he walked into the kitchen, Y/n giving him a small smile and wave as he ignored her as usual which made her sigh. It took him another few minutes to realise it was just them, scowling as Y/n plated up the pancakes and added some syrup before placing them on the table.

"Where is everyone?" Y/n looked up at JJ, looking around before shrugging, pushing a plate towards him.

"Do you want any fruit?" JJ ignored Y/n, moving to leave when he found the door locked, Y/n trying to phone Ki to see where everyone had gone as JJ began rushing around trying to get out but every exit was locked.

"What the hell?" JJ shouted as he tried to kick down the door, Y/n's eyes widening as she rushed over to try to calm him down.

"Hey, hey. Chill man, it's just a door jeez." JJ turned to face her, pushing her back lightly until he could stand over her as she pressed her body against the door.

"Why the hell are we locked in L/N?" Y/n'e eyes widened as she moved her hand to try the lock, scowling as she finally turned her face away from him to aggressively try to open the door, looking back at him with a shrug.

"I don't know, i just came here to make pancakes alright? You don't always have to be on my dick Maybank." Y/n pushed him back, gently so he didn't feel threatened and went to walk past him but JJ was quicker, grabbing her arm and pushing her back against the door.

"What does that mean?" JJ glared at Y/n as she rolled her eyes, going to push him away harsher this time but he grabbed her wrists and pressed himself against her.

"It means you're always starting a fight with me, like now, for no damn reason JJ. I haven't done shit to you so let me go and stop with this bullshit." Y/n was now getting angry, she put up with a lot from JJ, the small comments, the undermining and ignoring but she wasn't going to be pushed around because he threw his toys out the pram.

"You're so annoying you know that right? You come in, push your way into the group, get everyone jobs with you and rub it in our faces how much money you have." JJ ranted, Y/n having enough as she finally pushed him back, her hands on his shirt as she pushed him against the door mimicking how he'd held her there before.

"Do you hear yourself? I was invited, i thought i'd do something nice and help you guys out. I don't give a shit if you have a problem with my money, i earn it, i'll spend it on whoever and whatever i want. I get it, Kook Princess or whatever nickname you've given to me is infiltrating your family. But don't start on me for something i didn't even do." JJ's eyes hadn't left Y/n's face since she'd pushed him against the door, he wanted to feel angry, wanted to hate her but the way she pressed against him and the spark in her eyes was really not something he expected to turn him on so much. Instead JJ just let himself be impulsive, grabbing her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss as he pressed himself into her, Y/n freezing as he did until she found her wits pushing him off her.

"Are you fucking serious? You don't get to treat me like shit and then kiss me." Y/n scowled at JJ but he was too busy containing the urge to do it again, he wanted to push her against the door and fuck her until she didn't know her own name. He realised that all the comments, negativity had been him hiding the attraction to a kook, and whenever he'd looked at her with annoyance he'd been discreetly wishing she'd look over and notice him. Now she was noticing him just not the way he wanted, he wasn't used to being talked back to like that, not from a hot girl who he'd kissed at least. He'd unleashed her fury and he was ready to let her take it on him anyway she wanted as long as he could kiss her again.

"You're really hot when you're mad." JJ blurted, not thinking as he grabbed her hips pulling her into him as she raised an eyebrow and dropped her eyes to where he held her against him.

"Are you bipolar or just deranged?" Y/n scoffed, moving to push JJ off her when he flipped their position, his hands pushing her hips into the door as he leaned over her.

"I mean it. I've always thought you're hot and i just didn't know how to act being attracted to a kook." Y/n almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded, just shaking her head in disbelief with an odd smile that made JJ want to drop to his knees.

"You're unbelievable dude." Y/n finally pushed him away, walking back to the kitchen where she began cleaning up, trying not to think about how good JJ felt against her and how she wanted to get out all her frustration by fucking him. JJ watched her before he slinked next to her, watching her closer as he leant against the sink, his hear invading her body as she washed up wanting to ignore how she could feel his eyes tearing her clothes off with each gaze.

"Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it...late at night in your princess bed, silk sheets, silk pjs and pretty lace panties for your fingers to slip under." JJ got closer as he spoke, cornering her against the counter as he ran his hands gently along her hips and upper thighs, eyes searching hers as his voice dropped to a whisper. Y/n gulping as she dropped her eyes to her lips then back to his eyes, squeezing her thighs which he felt against his fingers making them dig in as he held himself back from hoisting her up and spreading her open for his breakfast.

"Sounds like you've thought of it a lot JJ. But i'll let you in on a little secret, when i wear my silk pjs i don't wear panties." Y/n leant forward, pressing her chest against him as she whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face as she blew hot air onto his neck feeling him grip her tightly. JJ was quick once the words processed and in seconds Y/n's front was flush against the counter, his hands dragging her shorts down as she whined at the bruises she could feel forming where her hips connected to the wood.

"Fucking hell Princess, you should know better than to tease me." Y/n went to snap back at him but the words died in her throat as his fingers ran along her underwear, her hands gripping the counter as JJ teased her, pressing the fabric against her as he pushed her hair back and kissed her neck.

"Cat got your tongue?" JJ teased as he waited for Y/n to go to speak again, pushing her underwear to the side and circling her clit as she choked on the words.

"You-fuck." Y/n gripped the counter as she dropped her head, JJ grinning as he moved at hand to hair and pulled her head back, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. Y/n shuddering as he spoke, his hand moving to push two fingers into her as she gasped.

"You look so pretty like this." Y/n whining as he pumped his fingers harder in and out of her, his hand tangling in her hair as he sucked a dark hickey under her ear.

"If you're gonna fuck me JJ atleast make it worth my time." Y/n managed to spit out, her thighs shaking as she held in her moans, not able to stop herself from annoying him more since he'd spent months being a dick to her.

"Haha Princess, you're going to regret that." Y/n smirked as JJ ripped down her underwear, struggling with his shorts as he shook with anticipation, Y/n pushing her hips back into his hands as he groaned forcing his zipper opening.

"Are you sure you've done this before Maybank? You seem anxious." Y/n teased, feeling his hands on her hips before he lifted one and landed a harsh smack to her ass making her moan and jerk forward but JJ brought her straight back and pushed into her.

"Fuck." Y/n moaned, his hand moving from her hip to her back and upto hold her hair against as he pulled her back against his front, slinking his hand around to grasp her throat.

"Jesus Y/n, you're so fucking wet." JJ groaned, keeping his grip on her throat and hip as he thrust into her, one of her hands moving to hold the one on her throat as she moaned. JJ panting as he thrust deeper, feeling how her thighs shook and nails gripped his hand, digging in and leaving small crescents in their wake. Her moans encouraging him as he felt her squeeze him, his hand dropping to her shoulder as he left bites and kisses as he hit the perfect spot. Her hand now drawing blood as she squeeze him tightly, moaning his name as hand giving out as JJ let go of her throat. Her front dropping onto the counter as she cried out his name, the new angle making her orgasm spike, his hand in her hair as he went faster.

"J...JJ, can't." Y/n begged, slapping his hips as she teetered over the edge again, JJ throwing his head back as he tried to fight off his own orgasm but the way her pussy was clenching around him, drenching the base of cock so deliciously he was sure his shorts were soaked too.

"You can baby, you can." JJ spoke, voice strained as he thrust harsher into her, Y/n whining as she came again, JJ shuddering and moaning her name as he came.

"Shit shit." JJ panicked, pulling out as he came over her, his cum dripping out her pussy and down her thighs aswell as where he'd half painted her ass.

"JJ." Y/n half moaned, out of breath as she turned her head, the blonde boy nodding as he cleaned her up slowly, careful of where his hand print now covered her butt making him grin to himself. Y/n finding the energy to push herself up, JJ pulling her underwear and shorts up as she turned to face him, his shorts half done up and boxers low on his hips as he pushed back his hair.

"So...do you wanna have after sex pancakes?" JJ spoke, all the confidence he had was suddenly gone, replaced by an anxiety that he wasn't used to when talking to girls.

"I want something else first." Y/n didn't give him a chance to ask what, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss as he melted against her, grinning into the kiss as he held her face. The pair pulling back with matching looks before JJ took her hand and pulled her towards the pancakes, both joking and laughing about JJ's petty past months before the front door opened and the pogues all filtered in.

"So you guys didn't kill each other?" John B joked, looking around for JJ's dead body or signs of a fight instead found the pair eating pancaked with grins, turning to look at the other pogues.

"We worked it all out." Y/n spoke with a grin, JJ giving her a matching cheeky grin as they tried not to let everyone know what had happened.

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