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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 9: bang chan + corruption kink

©straykeedz

tw: brother’s best friend!chan; reader is inexperienced; very brief hand job; oral sex (both m and f receiving); chan kinda kink-shames himself; fingering (f); chan praising the reader; cum swallowing; implied first time sex and loss of virginity (they basically have sex off screen lol); ♡

wc: 5,6k (I’M SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 3K MAX I DON’T KNOW HOW IT ENDED UP BEING 5 🫣)

i’m honestly not proud of this lol i changed my mind like a million times while writing this and i still don’t like it but then i thought fuck it and here we are - this was a lot better in my imagination i swear 🥲

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Chan almost falls from the couch when he hears those words - eyes wide as he stares at you like you just told him the most absurd thing in the world. Okay, maybe it is the most absurd thing in the world - or maybe you’re just not supposed to tell your brother’s best friend, who knows? Either way, you’re in too deep now, and Chan looks like he’s about to have a stroke in your living room.

“Y/n…”, he clears his throat, cheeks flushing slightly pink as he thinks about what to say next. “As your brother’s best friend it’s my duty to tell you that this…”, he trails, and you can already feel your heart drop at what he just said, even though it’s true - he is your brother’s best friend “…is a terrible idea.”, he concludes.

“Why?”, you furrow your eyebrows, taking a sip of your smoothie.

He struggles to find the right words to say, that much is clear. You can see it in the way he nervously fidgets with the hem of his oversized sweatshirt, or the way he’s constantly trying to swallow the lump in his throat, though unsuccessfully. Eventually, he figures there’s no right way to say what he has in mind, he just has to say the damn words out loud.

“Because, y/n…”, he stutters, and you find it cute - seeing him so flustered and clearly embarrassed. “It has to be with someone special, someone you love and who loves you back.”, he explains. “Not with a random dude. It’s your first time, it should be special.”, he concludes.

Not once in his life Chan thought he’d find himself talking about your sex life while being next to you, on your couch, in your living room. You, his best friend’s sister. Not once he thought he’d find himself lecturing you about how important it is to have your first time with somebody you care about. Yeah, Chan definitely wasn’t prepared for that. He doesn’t even remember how you ended up talking about this in the first place - one minute you were just chilling on the couch waiting for your brother to come home, and the next thing he knew you were complaining to him about the guy you were seeing and your lack of sexual activity. Poor Chan almost choked on his beverage when those words left your lips.

“Technically, I was about to have my first time.”, you correct him. “It’s not my fault he came before he even put it in and disappeared without a trace because he was too embarrassed.”, you shrug.

Chan is speechless, tips of his ears red as he listens to your words. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation with Jisung’s sister - you, who’d cry and throw tantrums if your brother won’t let her win while playing video games when you were a little girl. You, who - Chan realizes - are not a little girl anymore. You’re a grown woman now - who dates and is interested in boys and… sex, apparently.

“I think… you shouldn’t be talking to me about this.” Chan clears his throat. “You should talk with a friend or something.”

“I thought we were friends.”, you tease him.

“You know what I mean.” Chan sighs. “Like, a girl friend. I’m not- I don’t know what to say besides that I really think you should be doing it with the right person.”

Chan mentally pats himself on the shoulder - he feels like he did a great job, didn’t he? That’s what he’s supposed to tell his brother’s sister when she asks him for advices in that field, right? Be a good friend and try to prevent you from making stupid decisions that could potentially ruin your life.

“Please.”, you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “I gave up on the prince charming delusion a long time ago.”, you chuckle bitterly.

Chan doesn’t know anything about your private life, now that you think about it. He doesn’t know that you weren’t really into that guy and only went out with him a couple of times because you felt like you were missing out on something, he doesn’t know that you don’t really believe in love since the person you want to be with won’t ever reciprocate your feelings. He doesn’t know any of these things - so maybe coming to him for advice was the wrong decision.

“You don’t believe there’s the perfect guy for you out there?” Chan inquires, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares at you confused. Part of him is glad the conversation shifted to a less mature topic.

“Do you?”

“It’s impolite to answer one’s question with another question.” Chan points out, and feels like he just dodged a very dangerous bullet.

You do. You do believe there’s someone who’s perfect for you, who’d treat you just right and make you the happiest human in the whole world, the problem is - you think it’s Chan, but you can’t tell him that. You can’t tell him you always had a soft spot for him, you can’t tell him you wish he weren’t friends with your brother - things would be easier that way. You can’t tell him any of that.

“It would never work out.”, you cut it short.

“Oh, so there is someone.” Chan teases. “Why are you being so pessimistic? Why would it never work out?”, he asks.

“It’s complicated.”, you try to avoid answer his question directly. “Plus, I’m sure he doesn’t even see me as a woman.”, you let out a bitter chuckle as you fidget with your rings.

“Now, what does this even mean?” Chan looks at you with a confused expression, an eyebrow quirked at you. “Why wouldn’t he see you as a woman?”, he inquires.

Who could this guy possibly be?, Chan can’t help but wonder. He must be blind or something. You are a woman, a beautiful, stunning woman - with the curves in the right places and the prettiest smile Chan’s ever seen. This guy must be really stupid and he’s missing out on a lot, Chan thinks.

“Chan…”, you swallow the lump in your throat. “Do you? See me… as a woman?” And not only as your best friend’s sister?, you want to add.

Chan thinks is about to have a stroke, but luckily for him his phone rings - saving him from having to answer your question. However, you don’t miss the way his eyes widen and body freezes, and it hits you - he’ll never see you like you see him. You’ll be nothing more than Jisung’s sister in his eyes, and you’ll never stand a chance. You’ll never get the chance to be the one who makes him happy.

“N-Never mind.”, you mutter, tears already prickling in your eyes as you stand up from the couch and head to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

What feels like an eternity later but are, probably, ten minutes - someone knocks on your door. Someone being Chan, but from the other side of the door you can’t know it. For all you know, it could be your brother or, you know, a murderer - which seems to be a better option than facing Chan right now anyways.

But of course it’s Chan.

“Y/n?”, he calls softly from the hallway.

You could pretend to be asleep. Or just ignore him and pretend you were wearing headphones and didn’t hear him if he ever brings up the subject. Maybe the earth could swallow you whole. Maybe an asteroid could blow up the Earth in about five seconds to save you from the embarrassment of having to face Chan after the madness that took place in your living room? Your hopes on the asteroid are high. But the five seconds eventually pass, and you’re still in your bedroom, very much alive, and Chan is still on the other side of the door.

“What do you want?”, your intention was to sound brave and strong, but your voice is incredibly little as you speak. You get closer to the door, but you don’t open it.

He hesitates. “Your… uh, it was your brother - on the phone.”, he clears his throat. “He’s gonna come home late. Apparently there’s been a car crash and the main road is completely blocked, he’s bottled up in traffic.”, he explains.

“Oh.”

So that’s why he’s here. To pass the message of your brother. Not because he’d been thinking about your words and suddenly realized he loves you and wants to marry you and that you’re basically the love of his life and wants to have lots of babies with you? Disappointed, but not surprised.

“I also wanted to…”, he hesitates. “Can we- can we talk?”

That damn asteroid better be on its way.

“About what?”

You know what he wants to talk about, you’re not stupid. You felt so brave in the living room, ten minutes ago, and now? Now you’re staring at a closed door, heart beating loud in your chest as you’re trying to find a solution for the mess you created. Nobody but you. Not Chan, you.

“About… Can you… Could you open the door? Please.”

Giving up on the silly and improbable, yet not impossible, idea of the asteroid, you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, a few seconds away from closing the distance with Chan. Are you ready to face him? Not really. It wasn’t in your plans to end your night with being rejected by your crush, but hey - this is the life, you guess.

When you swing the door open, he’s standing there, in his stupid oversized sweatshirt and tight jeans, looking absolutely fucking handsome and all you want to do is slam the door in his stupidly stunning face, get under the covers and basically never ever leave your bed again. How can someone look so hot in just a plain sweatshirt and skinny jeans, by the way?

You’re both clearly embarrassed - standing in front of each other awkwardly. What are you even supposed to say? He seems to be equally uncomfortable.

“You can… come in.”, you mumble, stepping aside to let him inside your bedroom. You figure it’s better than discussing whatever it is that he wants to talk about standing on the doorstep of your room.

It leads to you sitting uncomfortably on your bed, knees to your chest, and Chan sat on the gamin chair in your room, fidgeting with his rings, avoiding looking in your direction. You wonder what’s the point in being in the same room if neither of you is going to talk.

“What did you want to ta-“

“Why did you ask me if I see you as a woman?”

You speak in unison, voices overlapping. Well, this is awkward. What’s even more awkward - is that you’re now staring at each other, looking each other in the eyes. Of course that’s what he wanted to talk about.

You sigh. “It’s you.”

Chan looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as he asks - “Me?”, he genuinely doesn’t know what you’re referring to.

You nod. “You asked me if I believe there’s the perfect guy out there. It’s you.”

“Me?”, he asks again, this time in a high-pitched voice.

You nod again.

“It’s always been you, Chan. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t notice before.”, you chuckle, breaking the eye contact, fidgeting with the hem of your pajama pants. “I’ve liked you since I was thirteen.”, you confess, blushing a bit, because it feels surreal - to tell him all of this, to pour his heart to him on a random Friday night, in your bedroom.

He’s sincerely speechless, his brain still trying to process your words. You like him. You like him. Him, Bang Christopher Chan. Him. Since you were thirteen. And you think he’s the perfect guy for you. Him. And you think it’d never work out between you. Why would you think that? Oh, right, Jisung. And you think he doesn’t see you as a woman? You must be crazy.

Noticing he’s been silent for a while now, you decide to break the silence, despite the palpable tension. “Listen, just- just forget everything. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”, you still wouldn’t look at him. “You can go on with your life pretending I didn’t just confess my feelings for you and I’ll go on pretending I don’t have them.”

Chan blinks a few times, looking at your figure. You look so delicate and fragile, hugging your knees to your chest, and he feels the need to protect you, to take care for you.

“I can’t do that.”, he manages to say after what feels like an eternity.

Your head immediately snaps in his direction, meeting his warm, chocolate eyes. “Why?”

Chan runs one hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit, then takes a deep breath. He stands up from your chair and sits on the bed next to you. You try not to cringe at the fact that he’s wearing his outside clothes on your freshly washed sheets - it’s not the focus right now, you can always change them and throw them in the washing machine. His clothes are definitely not the focus when he takes your hand in his, brushing your knuckles with his thumb.

“Because I have feelings for you, too.”

If the asteroid is on its way, it better reverse right now.

“What?” Chan chuckles at your shocked expression, your jaw practically on the floor.

He nods. “I always tried to ignore them, tho. You know, because of…” he doesn’t say his name, but you know he’s talking about your brother. “Have had them for a while now. Not as long as you, but long enough to know it’s not just a crush.”

It all feels surreal, but then Chan continues.

“So, to answer your question - yes, I do see you as a woman.”, his words make your stomach twist - in a good way, of course. “A beautiful one at that.”, he whispers the last words.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Automatically, you’re both leaning towards each other until your foreheads are pressed together and your noses brushing. You’re sure you’re blushing, and he’s flustered, too.

“Chan can you… can we kiss?”, you whisper.

Chan is taken aback by your request, but it makes his legs feel weak nonetheless. A million thoughts are running through his head right now, most of them featuring your brother, but in the end he comes to the conclusion that you’re both adults and that you can make your own decisions and deal with the consequences later, together.

So, he closes his eyes and kisses you.

There’s nothing promiscuous in the way he presses his lips against yours, nothing dirty. It’s just a chaste, innocent kiss, however it makes your head spin nonetheless. His plump, soft lips feel a million times better than what you imagined. It’s you who decides to take a step further - deepening the kiss, biting and licking his lower lip, and Chan swears he can feel his soul leave his body.

He doesn’t pull away. In fact, he places his hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you closer. In a matter of seconds, he’s laying on his back on your mattress, and you’re still kissing him, propped up on one elbow as you cup his face with your free hand. However, Chan’s body instantly freezes when he feels you moving said hand from his face to his jawline, then his neck, then his chest, then his abdomen, and then… he stops you before you can cup his hard-on by wrapping his hands around your wrists, gently.

When he pulls away from the kiss, his lips are swollen, and it makes you throb knowing it’s because of you. Because he’s been kissing you. Tho, you look at him with a questioning look on your face.

“Maybe we should wait.” Chan whispers, running his other hand through your hair.

You blink a few times. “Oh - right. I’m sorry, it’s okay if you don’t want this.”, you mutter, embarrassed, breaking the eye contact.

Chan is quick to say - “No, no, wait. I do want this - I want this very much.”, he clarifies. “It’s just - I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I can wait.”, he moves a lock of hair from your face, looking you in the eyes.

You smile at him, a smile that warms his heart. “I want this, Chan. I’m not feeling pressured.”, you reassure him, tho he still doesn’t look convinced.

“Are you sure?”, he inquires. You nod. “One hundred percent?” You nod again.

“You said it before, that it should be with the right person.”, you repeat his words. “And I think you’re the one.”

You don’t recall how it happened, you only know that ten minutes later, both your and Chan’s clothes are scattered on the floor of your bedroom. He’s in his boxer, sitting on your bed, still kissing you, who are in just your oversized t-shirt and panties. His kisses slowly move from your lips to the corner of your mouth until he ends up kissing your jawline. By the time his lips brush the skin of your neck, you’re insanely wet, and can’t wait to feel him closer.

When you cup his hard cock, albeit still confined in his underwear, Chan thinks he’s about to die right there, right now. That’s it. His life ends like this - with a platonic handjob over his black boxers. However, he feels very much alive when you touch him properly - your hand finding its way under the waistband, cock harder than a fucking piece of metal.

“Oh, my God.”, he exhales after you give his length a long stroke.

You pump his length a few more times, before your movements come to a halt. Chan looks at you with a questioning look on his face, concerned - is this making you uncomfortable? You don’t want this anymore? It’s perfectly fine if you don’t, he just wants to make sure you two are still okay.

“I want to… try something, if that’s okay with you.”, you speak softly.

Chan nods, then swallows the lump in his throat when you hook your fingers on the sides of his underwear, motioning for him to take them off. He does, standing up from the bed as he lets the dark piece of fabric slide down his thick thighs. Your eyes widen at the sight - you’ve never seen a more beautiful dick. Not that you’ve seen many in real life, only the one of the guy you dated for a short period of time but, you know, you’ve seen a lot in porn. And Chan’s is the prettiest of them all. Average length, you suppose, but a bit thicker and absolutely perfect.

Chan is about to sit on the bed, when all of a sudden, in a matter of seconds, you’re kneeling right in front of him, making his heart jump in his throat.

“It’s-… I…”, you stutter, clearly embarrassed. All the confidence you previously had suddenly vanished.

“You don’t have to.” Chan is quick to reassure you, caressing the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“I want to.”, you correct him. “It’s just - I’ve never done it before. I don’t… know how to.”, you confess, your puffy cheeks blushing a little as you admit you’ve never sucked a cock in your life to your ultimate crush.

Chan feels a shiver running all over his body, and he doesn’t know why - but his cock gets even harder. It should feel wrong, to be so turned on by a confession, especially if it’s coming from your best friend’s sister. But you look so innocent, kneeling before him, your mouth is only a few inches away from his hard, leaking cock, and Chan can’t stop the dirty thoughts that are now running through his head. The thought of being the first cock you’ll wrap your lips around is making him go feral. Maybe he should stop you - it doesn’t feel right, he feels like he’s about to commit something morally wrong and unacceptable, betraying his own friend, corrupting your innocence like that, even though you told him you want it, you want him.

“You- you really don’t have to.”, he repeats.

“You already said that.”, you chuckle. “I really want to, tho, Chan.”, you say once again. “Just- tell me what to do. I want to make you feel good.”

Chan’s soul is definitely burning in hell, he’s gone too far for the Lord to save his soul now. You’re looking at him through your eyelashes, beautiful doe eyes staring into his soul, and for a second there - it feels like you’re the one corrupting him, tempting him, driving him crazy.

“It’s- just… you can start by, uh- licking the underside.”, the words that leave his mouth sound even dirtier because he’s saying them to you.

You nod, still looking him in the eye as you proceed to do exactly what he said, wrapping your hand around his base. You lick your lips, damping them, and Chan feels like he’s about to have a stroke. And then, before he has the time to process what’s taking place in your bedroom, he feels your warm, wet tongue on his cock, and a loud sound falls from his lips. You do as he said, licking a long stripe that goes from his thick base to his leaking tip.

“D-Do that again.”, he chokes.

It shouldn’t feel go good, it shouldn’t feel so good, it shouldn’t feel so good - that’s what he keeps thinking. You repeat your last action - licking the underside of his hard member once again, collecting the little drop of pre-cum that leaked from his tip, tasting him, and his mind feels suddenly empty.

“Fuck- you drive me crazy.”, he closes his eyes, the sight of your mouth on his cock is too much for him to take. “Now take- take the tip inside. Just the tip.”, he instructs.

You nod, then wrap your lips around his cockhead. Chan has had his fair share of blowjobs throughout his life - but he swears none of them ever felt this way. Because none of the girls was you, that’s the harsh truth he has to accept. He hisses at the sight of your small mouth around his not-so-small dick, your pretty eyes still still staring at him as you witness him unravel under your touch.

“Now s-suck”, he stutters.

He brings his hand on your face as he watches you take his cock in your mouth - when suddenly he finds himself thinking of forbidden thoughts. For instance, that his is the first cock you sucked, that no one else before him had the privilege. He’s your first time doing something so promiscuous. He has you in a way no one has ever had you, and it’s making him going feral.

“Try a bit deeper now, love.”

You moan around his length at the pet name, and Chan can clearly see you clenching your legs as an attempt at relieving some of the tension you’re feeling. He wants to tell you that you don’t have to worry - that he’s going to take care of you, that he’s in charge of your pleasure tonight and, hopefully, from now on.

To be honest, you’re not skilled enough to take his whole length in, of course, and only manage to take half of it without choking on it, being careful not to hurt him with your teeth, but it’s more than enough for Chan - to be honest, he’s already practically detaining himself from orgasming.

“I’m- I’m so close”, he pants, entangling his fingers in your hair. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”, he warns you.

You have no intention of pulling away, not when you’re about to see him lose himself in his pleasure. You feel incredibly proud at the thought that it’s because of you. You suck harder, tasting him against your tongue, wanting to make him feel good, better.

“Seriously…”, he hisses, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen. “I’m - so close.”, he moans. You don’t pull away; in fact, you suck harder. “I’m- fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.”

He shoots inside your mouth before he can stop himself, filling your mouth with his release, kicking his head back and closing his eyes as sweet sounds escape his parted lips and his body is shaken by a shiver. You’re curious about how he tastes, and that encourages you to swallow his release. You read a lot about what cum tastes like - some like it, others absolutely despite it; you have to admit, it tastes differently than what you expected, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“I’m sorry.”, Chan pants, not fully recovered from his intense high. You frown, looking at him confused. “For… you know, finishing in your mouth.”, he mumbles.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, then smile at him, cheeks red. “Don’t be, I wanted you to.”, you admit. “I liked it.”

Despite coming, Chan’s dick is still hard, and he’s nearly ready to go again. Not without giving you an equally mind-blowing orgasm in return. Soon, you’re lying on your bed with his body between your legs, his lips on yours, hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt, rubbing against your most sensitive spot, making you whimper.

“Can I return the favor?”, he whispers on your lips, eyes staring into yours.

You nod timidly, which is ridiculous considering the fact you had his cock in your mouth only a couple of minutes ago, but it’s different now. He helps you take off your oversized t-shirt, letting it fall on the floor without a care in the world, revealing your naked chest to him and you suddenly feel exposed. The next thing he does is hook his fingers on each side of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, taking in the sight of your naked body, a sight that makes his head spin.

“You’re so beautiful.”, he mumbles, placing a soft kiss on your navel which makes you shiver, getting goosebumps all over your naked body.

He leaves a series of kisses that go from your navel to your groin, but he doesn’t touch you right where you need him the most. Instead, he kisses your inner thigh, licking and scraping the soft flesh with his teeth, before he brings two fingers to his mouth, coating them in his own spit. Your eyes widen and your breath gets caught in your throat when he places those fingers precisely on your clit - finding it on the first try. He continues kissing you inner thigh as he touches your clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, albeit slowly as his kisses get closer and closer to your sweet spot.

The moan that leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around your clit has him buckling his hips against the sheets in desperate need of some friction. He touches you there with his fingers, lips and tongue at the same time. Then, he drags his fingers all the way to your entrance, still making out with your clit as wet sounds fill your bedroom, but feels you freeze under his touch.

“Can I?”, he asks, then places another kiss on your clit as his head snaps up in your direction.

You prop yourself on your elbows, and nod slowly. “It’s… No one has ever…you know.”, you’re a bit embarrassed to admit, even though it’s perfectly normal.

“Not even… you?” Chan’s a bit embarrassed to ask you such a personal question.

You shake your head as a no, and blush a little. “I usually, uh… do it from the outside.”

Here it is again - the warmth in Chan’s stomach, the shiver down his spine. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head, as his fingers circle your wet entrance.

“Don’t do this to me…”, he sighs, his hair tickling the skin of your inner thigh.

“Do what?”, you ask, confused.

“You… keep saying these things to me and it makes me wanna-“, he rests his forehead on your belly, one arm wrapped around your leg and his fingers on your cunt. The words die in his mouth.

“It makes you wanna?”, you run one hand through his dark chocolate hair, encouraging him to continue.

He sighs. “It makes me wanna have you.”, he mumbles against your skin. “In way no one has had you, in ways that feel… forbidden. It shouldn’t turn me on this much.”, he shamefully admits. “It feels almost… wrong, you know?”

“What feels wrong?”

“That I’m turned on by the idea of being your first.”, he exhales. “Before, when you, uh… you don’t know the effect it had on me - seeing you with your lips around me, knowing that I was your first…”, he groans out of frustration.

You can’t help but chuckle at his confession. “Are you saying you’re feeling guilty because the idea of having sex with me turns you on?”

He sighs, still avoiding eye-contact with you. “It’s not just that.”, he shakes his head. “It’s the thought of being the first to do certain kind of things to you, you know? It feels like… I’m corrupting your innocence or something.”, he whispers the last words, ashamed of himself for voicing that thought.

“Chan, hey…”, his eyes finally meet yours. You smile warmly at him, showing him that you’re not turned off, neither grossed out by his confession. “It’s okay.”, you reassure him. “It turns me on, too - that you’re the first to do these kind of things to me. You don’t know how many times I thought about this.”

Chan whimpers almost instinctively at your confession. “Really?”

You nod. “It feels so good - knowing that it’s not a dream this time, that it’s all real.”

He begins to slowly move his fingers up and down your slit once again, feeling how wet you are for him, and suddenly he feels less bad about the whole situation - especially after learning that you feel the same about this. He nods, suddenly a lot more confident, then he resumes leaving kisses on your most intimate spot, bringing his lips and tongue back to where they previously were - on your clit, making you whimper.

“Tell me if it hurts.”, he whispers against your skin, and then you feel his fingers poking at your entrance.

Then, he lets the tip of his index slip inside, and you both let out a choked moan - him, because of how tight you feel around his digit; you, because, as opposed to what you were expecting, it doesn’t hurt at all, and it’s not uncomfortable either. Or maybe, you’re just super wet and impatient.

“Good?” Chan asks you once his finger is fully inside of you.

You nod vigorously. “Good.”, you confirm.

He resumes making out with your clit, only this time he slowly pumps his finger inside of you, stretching you open, albeit only slightly. He adds a second finger not too long later, delicately as he pushes it inside your tight walls, careful not to hurt you, getting you to adjust to the feeling. A few minutes later, you recognize the familiar warmth in your stomach, signaling your orgasm is close - how could it not be, when Chan’s eating you out like you’re his favorite meal, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it while pumping his fingers inside of you?

“Channie, I-“ A couple of long sucks on your clit make you reach your high - releasing around Chan’s fingers with a muffled whimper, legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Chan licks the residual of your arousal from his fingers, moaning as soon as he gets to taste you. “So sweet, love.”, he mumbles, body pressed against yours, face buried in the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses.

You run your fingers through his hair, still trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds spent in complete silence, you murmur - “Chan?”

“Hm?”

“I kind of… want more.”

He snaps his head in your direction, looking at you with wide eyes, as if he’s not sure he heard you right. “More?”, he asks. You nod. “Are you sure, love?” You nod once again. “It’s… a big deal I mean - it’s your first time.”,

“I’m sure.”, you tell him, and he can tell you’re being honest “I want it to be with you.” Chan can feel his cock practically throb, tightly pressed against his body and yours - you can feel it. “You don’t want to?”, you ask him, one hand in his hair and the other one caressing his arm and shoulder. “You don’t want to fuck me?”, you whisper on his lips, and he gulps.

You kiss his lips, then his jawline, then nibble his ear - “You don’t want to be my first? Take my virginity?”, you whisper in his ear, and don’t miss the way his body shivers on top of yours - mouth agape as he pants.

“Fuck.”

“Do you want it, Channie?”, you practically moan as you start kissing his neck. “Take me in a way no one has ever done? Make me yours?”

He instinctively starts to grind his cock against your body in desperate need for friction as the wildest, dirtiest thoughts are running through his head. “Fuck - I do.”, he whimpers when he feels your wetness starting to drip from your pussy, coating his balls as he keeps on grinding against you. “I do. So bad, love. Wanna make you mine.”, he moans. “Wanna be the first to fuck this pretty pussy - fuck, I want to be the last. Wanna make you cum around my cock, fuck. I want it so bad, love.”, he pants, eyes closed as his whole body is a shivering mess.

“Then take me.”

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gossip girl · pt. xvii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

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"what a fucking idiot". jolie said, rolling her eyes as you explained to her and lily how your relationship with max ended.

"jolie". you stopped her. "it's my fault".

"i am not saying otherwise, i am saying he's a fucking idiot and i stand by that". she replied. "also, seeing another girl the right after you break up? that's suspicious".

"yeah, i agree, you just don't happen to meet somebody else right after you break up with your partner...". lily said. "do you have the picture that gossip girl posted?". she asked to jolie and she nodded, quickly searching it on her phone.

"here it is!".

"let me see". lily said as she grabbed jolie's phone. "wait... i know her, i met her a few months ago. she's léa's friend. if i remember correctly her name is zoe".

"wait". jolie said as she starred at the picture. her eyes widened as memories came to her mind. "oh my god, now i remember it! i thought her face was familiar because i thought i had seen her somewhere around here, but no, she was in abu dhabi, i saw her at the club! she came with léa".

"now that's suspicious". lily declared. "do you think they met that night?".

"nah". jolie replied. "max was with the drivers all night, he must've known her from before".

"girls". you stopped them. "let's not do this. i don't care when they met or what's he doing with her. i'm the one to blame here, whatever he does afterwards it's none of my business".

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yourusername had to get my apartment ready for christmas, so here's a photo dump of how it went! 🎅🎄❤️

baked christmas cookies with my favorite girls @/joliedebelle and @/lilyfleury 🤍

"helper" 1 (@/joliedebelle did not buy one single christmas decoration or gift in the whole morning, just things for herself because "she deserved it").

"helper" 2 (@/charles_leclerc only came to eat the cookies and then had the worst idea ever - see number 4).

short trip to find a christmas tree (pro tip: don't let you friend with a ferrari tell you it's a good idea to drive there. we had to carry the tree all the way back home and then come back for the ferrari).

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the chatter coming from the living room could be heard from the kitchen. spending the evening with your friends had filled your heart with joy, but a few minutes ago you started to sense an anxious feeling creeping in. it had been like this for the past week, the guiltiness haunted you since the day you kissed charles, making you feel regret every single time you thought about your relationship with max. so, when the anxiety had started invading your body, you had excused yourself, telling everyone you were going to load the dishwasher quickly before it got too late. charles, who had known immediately what was going on, helped you carry all the plates to the kitchen.

"are you okay?". charles asked after he brought the last plates, placing his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. the familiar perfume and his body always brought some sense of comfort.

"it's fine, it will pass". you replied, taking a deep breath as you kept rinsing some of the plates. "i just needed a couple minutes to clear my head".

"i hate seeing you like this". he muttered before placing a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"i'm sorry".

"don't apologize". charles said as his hand reached to turn off the tap.

"what's wrong?". you asked as you dried your hands with a dish towel, turning around afterwards to face him.

"you don't have to go through this alone". he said starring at your eyes and you nodded. "you know this, right?".

"i know, i know". you replied as you lifted your arms to place them around his neck, pulling him a bit closer. "i'm sorry i've been distant these past days, i have a very short social battery lately".

"it's okay". he said. "i'm just worried because i haven't heard much from you this week. i know you tend to overthink and i know how you tend to push people away when you're sad, so i keep thinking about you non-stop".

"i'm sorry i-".

"stop apologizing".

"sorry". you repeated and both of you chuckled. his hands, that were still resting on your back, pulled you closer and you rested your forehead on his. you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. somehow charles always made you feel at peace when he was around you. "i needed some time alone to sort out my thoughts, but i promise i'm not pushing you away".

"good, because i don't plan on leaving anytime soon".

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james potter x shy!reader where they’re just starting to date and he’s constantly staring at r with a goofy smile on his face and goo goo eyes even if it’s as small and eating or working on smth and r is just blushing and telling him to stop and he’s like ‘never ! you’re gonna just have to get used to my love’ or smth 😭😭

thank you for your request my love ♡ fem!reader

You can feel James' gaze on you, the heavy weight of his eyes an ever present constant in the days since you asked him to be your boyfriend.

If you'd known at the time that James would worship the ground you walk on from that point onward, you might have waited for him to ask you. You definitely would have if you'd known what you know now.

"Are you joking?" he'd said seriously, jaw slack. And you'd just disintegrated, I mean, you were weak to begin with, all nerves, all what-ifs, and his answer hadn't been the yes or no you'd expected.

You'd honestly thought that if you didn't ask, somebody might come along and snatch him up first. You wouldn't blame them — he's handsome and smart and a loverboy through and through. But he hadn't been as neutral as he'd appeared.

His explanation had made your year. The happiness of what he'd said still warms you up whenever you think about it. Yes, he'll be your boyfriend, yes, he has a huge crush on you. He'd been furious that you'd managed to ask before him, and sorry for not being clear about how he felt.

He's making up for it now.

"Why are you looking at me?" you ask quietly, eyes glued to the jigsaw puzzle in front of you so you won't have to meet his eyes.

"Because you're lovely. And you're my girlfriend."

You push a puzzle piece into place with a click and smile. "I wish you'd give it up. Please."

"No, I don't think so."

"You're embarrassing me on purpose."

James slides off of the sofa. You can't see him, and you're surprised when he sits directly behind you, thighs either side of your thighs, arms pressed to your midriff. He pulls you into his chest.

"I'm not embarrassing you on purpose. I'm telling you the truth, and the truth is making you shy. That's not on me," he argues playfully.

Your breath catches at his proximity, all your contiguities; his chin hooks over your shoulder and his hands palming at your stomach unabashedly.

"I wish you'd stop staring at me," you add to your earlier plea.

"That's not happening, ever. You'll have to get used to it, I'm afraid."

"No, because- this is torture, I'm like, sweating."

James' laugh is muffled behind your ear. When he kisses you, it's with the biggest, goofiest smile. You can feel it.

You sigh and melt backwards into his hold, eyes screwed shut so you won't have to see him, witness him witnessing you. It's one thing that he has such an effect on you and another that he knows it.

"You do feel warm," he teases.

Your skin is made of static. You turn a little in his arms and your face sinks down to the curve of his neck. He's warm too, a furnace, really.

James might not be as a cool and collected as he puts on.

If you were braver, you'd kiss his neck, give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You're mean," you mumble.

"Sometimes. Shouldn't be so lovely, should you?" His arms cross over your front. Every word he says is coloured by his smile. "This is all your fault."

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The differences in power

Negan Smith • She/Her Pronouns • The little lady is the one with all the power and when the group found out, maybe that will be their window • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major character death(s) / Canon Violence / Anxiety / Injuries • Re-Writing Canon

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“Listen here Dwight. You don’t do what I fucking say and I promise yea I will bash her fucking skull in with my—-“ Negan stopped his threat and dropped Dwight back onto his feet as he anxious stated to step back. “Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Oh me?” Y/N smiles making herself known in the hall they were in, as she gave Dwight a glare resulting in him running off.

“See now how am I supposed to beat him into submission if you are always around”

“Do you not want me around? I could go…” Y/N pouts turning around to walk off but Negan quickly took her hand spinning her back resulting in that devilish smirk of hers. “What, baby?”

“You…God, you” Negan folds and couldn’t be mad at his woman for interrupting the heated conversation earlier as he brought his lips against hers.

When news about the outpost came through the Sanctuary, Laura quickly went to the big man’s room knowing she would find Y/N there as she gave her a confused look until her shoulders slumped giving her an idea of what she wanted.

“Do you have any fucking idea how many good soldiers I lost because we didn’t put down that son of a bitch from the Hilltop?! AND YOURE TELLING ME THE RAT BASTARD GREGORY SURVIVED HIS PUNISHMENT” Negan snaps in Simon’s face as he kept his cool on the matter even if what happened wasn’t his fault. The big man had to yell at somebody. “Get that one bitch in here that informed—-“

“She’s dead sir. We don’t have intel on who exactly she came in contact with. But from what we do know…with what Gregory told, it’s exactly who you’re thinking of”

“Simon. I swear to FUCKING GOD. If you don’t get me definite results on these fuckers. I will hang you on the fence out—“ Negan pulled away from being in Simon’s face when he spotted Y/N peak her head through the door with a soft knock.

“Sorry if you’re busy with your boyfriend I can—-“

“You better get that sweet ass of yours over here, darling.” Negan smirks pushing Simon aside as Y/N brought herself up to her man wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Simon slipped away from the two to meet Laura in the hallway, he gave her a thankful expression.

“Load up the car. Gotta check in with a few hidden eyes”

“Think Negan will find out?”

“Hell no, his woman will keep him busy. Besides, we’ll look good with the information we’ll receive” Simon smirks heading off as Laura rolled her eyes before following the man.

A couple days passed and Y/N found herself waiting in the loading docks of the Sanctuary after being told by one of Negan’s men he expects her there. She thought that was a little confusing but when she saw cars pulling up, her spirits lifted like usual knowing Negan has come home.

But it was hectic.

“Get the prisoner in the goddamn cell. Simon, you gotta keep your eyes on Hilltop. I ain’t fucking letting that community get the better of me with this new one in our roaster. And I swear to fucking god if Alexandria pulls something in two weeks I’m killing—-“ Negan stops himself when he stopped abruptly in front of Y/N. “Hey baby” he instantly shifts his mood, leaning down to kiss her cheek as the confusion writes itself on her face.

The sound of the men struggling to contain the prisoner caught Y/N’s attention as she let Negan continue to kiss her cheek down to her shoulder while her eyes glued on the scene.

Then there was this anxious realization when Y/N locked eyes with the man they were dragging in. Hell, he even tried to stop to get a good look at her.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing, baby. Just thinking”

“Now that can be dangerous” Negan laughs lightly, bringing his lips to hers as she hums against his lips keeping her arms around him when they parted.

Once night consumes the day, Y/N made her way down the hall in her pajamas as she surprisingly slipped out of her and Negan’s room without him stirring. She knew where everything was in the Sanctuary she’s been there long enough.

Dwight caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye when he was watching the prisoner from the other side of the closed door.

“What are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Is that the prisoner in there?”

“Yup. To make it more difficult for Alexandria to want to attack us” Dwight rolls his eyes bringing his attention back to the book in hand. “Don’t report me to big man but I really don’t know how you could even love him for what he does”

“I…I don’t exactly know what he does” Y/N frowns crossing her arms leaning against the wall Dwight was propped up against. His full attention on her. “I guess it’s blind ignorance. But I also didn’t fall in love with him for what he does as a leader”

Dwight couldn’t get mad at that, but for some small reason…he’s worried for her. Worried of her finding out.

Even with the small incidents she has seen.

“Dwight. Is your prisoner’s name Daryl?”

“What? You hear that in passing or something?”

The silence she gave only brought more confusion to Dwight with a bit of curiosity. Y/N shrugs it off and leaves the man to continue his watch of a closed, locked door.

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“She hasn’t turned up”

“We can’t wait here forever, son. Unless we want the walkers to find us” Hershel informed Daryl as he kept his attention glued to the darkness of the forest waiting for someone to turn up.

“Daryl. We gotta go. Find somewhere for the night” Rick grabbed his shoulder only for him to dramatically yank his body away from him. “She’s gone for all we know. There’s nothin’ we can do”

Daryl held on for a little while longer until Carol pulled him away from the banks of the freeway.

Meanwhile an injured Y/N had collapsed in the woods after hours of walking endlessly in the wrong direction. She thought it was the end for her as she laid in the dirt letting the weakness take over.

Then she was suddenly lifted from the ground who knows how much later since the collapse. She felt safe enough to lean into the unknown man.

“I’ve gotcha darling”

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Y/N found herself appearing in that hallway every other hour of the next couple days and it draws some suspicion from Dwight that he even brought it up to Negan.

“Are you implying my girl is a mole?” Negan questions with a threatening undertone in his voice as he inches closer to the shorter man pinning him against the nearest wall.

“N-Negan I’m just. Making assumptions here” Dwight laughs nervously. “Don’t listen to me”

“Are you sure? You’re assumin’ my girl knows the people in this little community that I plan to fucking destroy—-“

“Babe” Y/N interprets watching Negan scramble a bit letting go of Dwight as he gave her a terrified look. Resulting in her giving him a “beat it” expression which he did instantly while her man stayed. “What were you doing?”

“Dwight got it in his head that you might be a mole for this new community…but he also hasn’t been a Savior as long as you have”

“You know he’s wrong right?”

“I do. I’ll always believe you over anybody else…” He trailed and that drew her to cross her arms expressing annoyance. “But…I have to ask darling”

“What?”

“Do you know…who Rick Grimes is?”

Are you going to hurt me like you hurt them if I said yes? Y/N thought as she gave a soft nod watching his shoulders tense with the new information but when he instantly cracked to watching her cower. Made him feel like a monster.

Funny…isn’t it?

“…I would never hurt you”

“I…I know…” Y/N frowns still avoiding his gaze. “Negan, you have to tell me what you do to these people…I need to hear it from you and not from the violence hungry soldiers or the innocent”

What she did know, was the reason to want control. The loss of his wife Lucille. She understood why he couldn’t trust anyone. She knew about the killing…just not to the extent that it was. What he does to these people psychologically was…heartbreaking.

He learned who she knew before he found her. She had a group back in Atlanta…that held up in a quarry. Her best friend was the one they took hostage and the one who saved her from the city was the man he killed.

They left her, is what Negan would think for Y/N to side with his actions. But she doesn’t. She has her own anger towards the things that have happened to her…but she would never kill a man to make things right.

“It’s okay to hate me after learning about everything”

Y/N remained silent as the two were now sat on their bed in their shared room.

“I won’t give you anything to cause more harm”

“I know”

“I hate you for killing people…innocent or not”

“I know…”

“But I hate myself for loving you and only wanting to stay in the moment from when you saved me” Y/N felt the tears roll off her cheeks as he tried to wipe away her tears but she retracted at first before suddenly bringing herself into his arms latching onto him.

The top Savior, the boss, the man fears by many…fell apart in her embrace holding onto her for dear life as if she’d disappear if he let go.

When the morning came, Negan sat alone in the conference room having arrived before everybody else he asked to join him on this trip to Alexandria a couple days before the deadline. To his surprise, Y/N entered the room dressed for a run as she gave him a stern look.

“They will recognize you”

“I know”

“…I don’t…I can’t have you getting hurt”

“I won’t…if I do, I know what you would do”

“I won’t punish with you present”

“I wish you didn’t at all.” And with that she left to check on those preparing the vehicles.

When the debrief ended and everyone was loading into the vehicles…Negan approached his waiting for Y/N to join him as she watched Dwight drag Daryl into the truck.

“Darling?”

“He won’t give you anything.”

“What?”

“He won’t give you what you want. Daryl is stubborn. He won’t…he doesn’t turn his back on his people” Y/N felt the old sting she felt that night, Negan didn’t even have to say what he wanted to know that she’s feeling all she felt that night. “Abusing him won’t give you anything unless you brought the dead back to life”

Negan bites his lip anxiously before stopping Dwight from shutting the doors to the truck and giving Y/N a look. She instantly took that chance to climb in with the hunter as Dwight gave the boss man a concerned expression but his immediately went dark.

“Don’t ask questions unless you want to meet your maker, Dwight.” He snapped, walking away from the truck to get into his car to lead the group.

The second the doors shut, Y/N sat close to the door while Daryl hugged the wall by the drivers.

He’s dead. Has to be.

This is a goddamn ghost in front of him.

“You ain’t real”

Y/N didn’t say anything and watched the man she knew to have a hard exterior just fall apart.

“You ain’t real. You died. You died that night at the barn fire. You never turned up. You ain’t real!” Daryl shouted at her but she kept a level head while the driver groans in annoyance.

“You didn’t look for me. None of you did”

“Please—-If this is some sick joke!” Daryl snapped once more, this time when they halted Y/N punched the man in the arm.

“ITS REAL” Y/N snapped back. “I never died. You never looked for me. You all left me behind”

“And now what? You’re a Savior. One of the enemy? I’ve seen yea. Didn’t believe it. Caught glimpses enough to just think you’re not real. But every time I saw you, you were with him.” Daryl frowns avoiding her eyes when he scoffs along with the next part. “What, the dick game that good?”

“If you’re going to piss me off, I’m not going to help you” Y/N whispered in anger as the last part confused Daryl.

“What? Now?!”

“No, I just need you to listen carefully”

With hesitation, he did. Before more could be discussed, they were at Alexandria and everyone unloaded. Y/N stuck in the back out of Negan’s way but when the Saviors separated to raid the community…that’s when she locked eyes with an old familiar pair.

“What’s gotten into you, Mr. Grimes?” Negan smirks turning around and his expression fell watching Y/N get closer to make sure she’s not seeing a ghost.

But Rick was. He was rethinking who died at the lineup, maybe he died and this was his hell.

Being faced with who he left behind

“What are you taking from them?” Y/N questions Negan while keeping eye contact with the deer in headlights.

“Everything. 90% of everything”

“No”

A few Saviors turned their heads toward Negan for an immediate lash out. None of them seeing how whipped the man is before until then…

“What would you suggest then?”

Y/N, being the person she’s always been, wouldn’t let them suffer because of past actions. She told Negan to let them keep their beds and 75% of their pantry goods. She knows he would argue about the weaponry, she’s heard how he was in other communities. So targeting stuff he wouldn’t like to argue with her about, he will do for her instantly.

As Negan went to check on what they were taking back to the Sanctuary, Rick took note on the power Y/N has over the man that killed their family. But he couldn’t help himself the second he was alone with her.

“He killed Glenn at the lineup” Rick blurted out watching her tense. “You’re with a man that killed your best friend and you’re okay with that? You know what you could do to stop hi—-“

“The fuck are you telling her?” The Savior Arat got up in Rick’s face when he was only telling Y/N.

“The truth of what you monsters have done” Rick stated pushing her back and before Arat could get up and personal again, Y/N stepped in between them.

“Don’t.”

“Or what? You’ll have Negan kill me?” Arat hissed, not liking the fact that Y/N stood her ground. “He’d do anything you ask of him princess. We are here to show who’s boss…and that’s not you”

“You lay a finger on anybody and I’ll rip it off”

That only brought a smirk out of Arat as she pulls herself away to continue the job. Y/N turned to Rick giving him a saddened look but there was something else about it that intrigued him.

“Y/N—-“

“Keep your head down Rick Grimes. Or others will be watching it roll” Y/N frowns stepping away and toward Negan’s car to stay in for the remainder of the visit.

The drive back was quiet and more than Arat was made about Y/N’s decision. They still took from the community, Y/N knew she couldn’t completely skew his decision into not taking anything. She needed to be not so suspicious. But that didn’t matter.

Y/N stood outside the conference room eavesdropping on Negan yelling at several saviors that have told Y/N what he has done to the communities. If they had kept their mouths shut and to themselves, nothing would’ve reached her ears.

She pushed the door open to listen to the once yelling man, stop and turn into a softness only she heard and those who witnessed his change around her.

“Let’s go, tomorrow will be different” Simon assures Negan as he walks past Y/N with the others following after him.

Negan waited for her to approach him at the table bringing herself to slot between his legs as he was sat on the table. Y/N rests her hands on his thighs feeling his forehead rest against hers.

“I’m sorry for yellin’”

“Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t—-“

“I know you were eavesdropping, darling. I was mad about the stunt you pulled…hell I’m more mad at myself for letting you”

“Negan…”

“Yikes…First name. Guess I’m in the dog ho—-“

“Would you hurt me if I went against your rule here?”

The man instantly pulled away and carefully took a hold of her face with both his hands as his expression fell.

“I would never hurt you. My empire could fall because of you and I’d never lay a finger” Negan frowns, wanting to know what’s going on inside that beautiful mind of hers that is hidden behind the sad look on her external features. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think that I’d hurt you ever”

Y/N didn’t say those three words back as all she did was bring her lips against his. Enjoying the peacefulness it brought, for it might be the last…

“Let’s go to bed, love”

“Mm…okay, darling”

As the night progressed, Y/N managed to slip out of his grasp leaving their room but not before grabbing his keys.

She managed to get to the prison cells without being noticed as all she needed to do was get Dwight away from the cell in mind. It would’ve only been difficult if Y/N didn’t know Sherry. She helped her distract her partner in order to get to Daryl’s cell.

But yet another obstacle stepped in her way.

“What do you think you’re doing”

“Get out of my way Arat”

“Or what?”

Y/N stared her down and went to walk passed, she didn’t get far until Arat grabbed a fist full of her hair to pull her back. Little did she know that Y/N’s instinct was to grab her arm and throw her body over her person. With the right formation, it’s down without struggle. The self defense classes from before the world ended still came in handy.

The thud of Arat hitting the concrete was only going to alert people so Y/N went fast with unlocking the door to Daryl’s cell and dragging him out of the facility.

Daryl didn’t have to get far to know Y/N hesitated. He turned toward her, being tossed a set of keys for one of the bikes.

“Come with me”

“I can’t.”

“Y/N…he’s a monster. He’s killed—-“

“I know—-“

“And you’re okay with that?” Daryl frowns wanting to know why she’s doing this. Why she’s hesitating and staying with a man that’s hurt many…”Y/N. Please. You can help us take—-“

“And I will. But not in the way you all want…you want him dead. I want him alive. For before this whole empire…he was just Negan Smith. Not a scary savior that takes so much from others because the world took everything from him.” Y/N frowns knowing Daryl wouldn’t get it, she doesn’t give him much credit. “I will help you take him down…take the Saviors down…but you won’t see either of us at the end of it”

“Y/N…”

“Go, Daryl. Before they realize what I’ve done”

“…I waited for you. I waited for you at the highway that night” Daryl frowns feeling the tears burn and threaten to fall. “Rick made us leave…I didn’t want to”

“Daryl…go back to your family before this was all for nothing”

The hesitation ached at him as he kept looking back every step of getting out of there. Daryl wanted to scream at her and take her but she’s always been a smart person…so he left for the Hilltop. Knowing Alexandria would be their first target for his disappearance.

As Y/N quietly made it back inside, she noticed their bedroom door open and the light on. She peered inside finding an annoyed Arat and Simon talking to Negan who instantly dismissed them. Arat of course purposely bumping into Y/N on the way out as Simon gave her a more sympathetic look.

Once it was the two of them and the door shut, Negan instantly pulled Y/N into his embrace asking her in whispers if she was okay. If she was hurt in any way. The confusion struck her as she brought her arms around him resting her head against his chest.

“Negan…”

Negan held her tightly feeling her shift to bring her gaze to look up when he parted enough to look her in the eye.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Y/N frowns bringing her hands to rest on his face, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. “But, Negan…you can come with me…leave it all behind.”

“But I—“

“You don’t have to decide now. You will know where to find me”

“Y/N…”

Please…

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #negan smith fanfiction #negan smith #negan smith x reader

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i520u · 7 months

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FOUR. 09:42

WARNINGS. gyuvin almost died but he didn’t he’s silly

First impressions have always been something you were passionate about. As in, you would definitely die on the concrete floor like a dried out frog, mouth foaming with bubbles if you were to mess your first impression up. First impressions are important to you, you already can’t stand with the thought of being perceived, but you can’t stop it from happening. So, the next best thing is to make sure the image they perceive is one that is… impressionable, at least.

That was, until today.

It was mostly your fault, but you needed to be petty and blame it on someone — and that someone happens to be your brother, Hanbin. Of course, Hanbin had woken you up extra early like you asked him to, but Hanbin’s also far too nice to pull something crazy like shut the ceiling fan off, or pull your leg to wake you up. You kinda wished he did, though — because you wouldn’t have been in this situation you were currently in, if he did. Again, not exactly Hanbin’s fault, but you needed somebody to blame.

You were about thirty minutes late to school. It definitely could’ve been worse, but this was your first impression, we’re talking about. It was like the universe was out to get you this morning. You overslept, your uniform hadn’t been ironed, your tie was missing. Of course, you’re aware that these are all the consequences of your own actions, but you really didn’t feel like beating yourself up any more than Gyuvin’s about to do.

As you reached the school compound, you could see a tall figure standing by the school gates. Despite his annoyed face, you couldn’t help but see how handsome he was. And — did he dye his hair? You had to mentally yell at yourself to stay normal and focused on the task at hand; you are Gyuvin’s tour guide, and that’s it. You can not afford to let your weird persona on the internet out.

“Hi.” You greeted, trying to ignore the elephant in the room. Gyuvin tapped his elbow with finger as he waited for you to finally reach him, he raised an eyebrow, and was about to say something snarky for sure. “Did you dye your hair? It looks good.” You say before he could utter anything, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“You’re late.” Gyuvin responded, and that practically confirmed your suspicions that he was furious. In fact, the lack of enthusiasm to his voice made it worse. “I’m sorry. It was my brother’s fault, I promise.” You raised your hand like you were admitting defeat. Gyuvin rolled his eyes, “I don’t care whose fault it was. You’re late and unreliable on your first day on the job.” He said with a smug grin on his face.

You frowned slightly as you began to walk towards the school building, “you don’t have to be so mean,” you murmured. A part of you wondered if Gyuvin was generally always this mean — or if something traumatic happened to him to be closed off forever like an anime backstory — probably the former, maybe he’s just an asshole. You shrugged. You’re used to dealing with assholes. Exhibit A, Sungchan, exhibit B, his best friend Jeonghyeon.

“So the first thing you’ll see when you enter the school is the hallways.” You explained, the hallway was empty since the first period had already commenced. Gyuvin didn’t talk much as you showed him around the first building. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if he was even listening. It annoyed you a little, but you felt like you had no right to feel that way in the first place. As a result, you just ignored the emotions building up inside you.

“This is the art section, if you have any art classes in your schedule, all classes would be located here.” You pointed into a different hallway, and Gyuvin still didn't say anything. You glanced at him for a split second to make sure he was at least looking at the direction I’m pointing towards.

The more the two of you continued walking around, the more awkward it felt for you. You glanced at Gyuvin again, and this time, it made him furrow his eyebrows. You could practically see the gears in his head turning as stared down at you, “what are you looking at?” He finally broke the silence with a frown. “Am I not allowed to look at you?” you find yourself saying something snarky back at him before you could even stop yourself.

That only encourage Gyuvin to banter more with you, though. He definitely had no problem arguing. In fact, it seemed like he was in the mood for it. “It’s rude to stare.” He said with a scowl on his face. “You’re rude.” You answered back. He had a look of amusement on his face, surprisingly. Like he was enjoying the back and forth between you and him. “I wouldn’t be if you were actually on time.” He said it in such a nonchalant way, but you just know he said it to piss you off, because you couldn't argue back against that.

So, it was back to being silent as you showed him around again, trying to act civil. Gyuvin knew he had won this round, and he had a smug look on his face.

You were soon done with showing him around the north wing of the school, and you contemplated doing something evil. It was like there was a little angel and devil on your shoulders debating with each other to tell you what to do. At the end, though, the devil won. Because you’re not always a good person — and that’s okay.

“Gyuvin, follow me.” You gestured as you turned your heels to walk towards a darker part of the building. Gyuvin followed you unsuspectingly, and you had to force yourself from rubbing your hands together like an evil cartoon character.

The both of you stopped in front of a large door, it wasn’t locked, but both you and Gyuvin could tell that the place inside was extremely dark. It was a gym pool under construction, so it was naturally off limits for students, but Gyuvin doesn’t know that.

“You should look around inside. All the kids do it, it’s cool.” You told him before taking a few steps back. Your initial plan was to just scare him a little in that dark gym pool. “What about you?” Gyuvin asked, he paused for a beat, “aren’t you gonna come in, too? You scared?” He flashed his signature annoying grin. “It’s dusty inside, I don’t wanna get my uniform dirty.” You answered swiftly.

You had to give yourself a pat on the back. That excuse rolled out of your tongue smoothly. You glanced over your shoulder to see Gyuvin think for a second before shrugging. He allowed himself to walk into the gym pool, and when the door closed behind him, you immediately walked back with the original idea of locking him inside for a good five minutes. Maybe annoy him, make him apologise for being mean, and say ‘please’ before finally letting him out. Well, that was the original plan, anyway.

Although, of course, karma didn’t wait long to hit you. Too bad you’re no Taylor Swift, and karma was definitely not your boyfriend nor a cat purring on your lap. This also goes without saying that it was because of Gyuvin himself, too. Instead of being fazed by the fact that you were about to lock himself in, he had gotten all nosy and distracted by his surroundings. Without thinking much about the repercussions that comes with being nosy, he decided to touch some of the things around. Hell, he didn’t even notice you locking him in.

On the other side of the door, you hear something falling and hit the concrete, followed by a loud thud. You weren’t sure what it was, but you knew it couldn’t be good. Your fingers moved on instinct as you unlocked and opened the door in a panic, your other hand reaching out for your phone for the flashlight.

You burst into the gym pool, flashed the entire place with your phone’s flashlight just to find Gyuvin laying on the floor, his head slightly bleeding. “Gyuvin!” You shrieked in horror as you ran to him, it’s not really common for you to see a 6’1” tall man lying flat on the floor like a crime scene episode you’d see on Buzzfeed Unsolved. It could not be a good sign either.

“Gyuvin!” You shrieked again, you put his head on your lap, and in hindsight, it was a tad bit dramatic for you to do that. Gyuvin let out a groan in response, from the scene in front of you, you could kinda imagine what had happened — a brick probably fell on Gyuvin’s head. Well, not exactly a brick — but it was something of those sorts. Not too dangerous, but his head was still bleeding.

“I’m calling the ambulance!” You say, your voice a pitch higher from panicking. Your complexion slightly paler, your forehead producing cold sweat, and your fingers trembling as you made your phone call. “Nnn… no…” Gyuvin murmured softly as you laid his head on your lap while you asked for an ambulance. “I’m not dead…” he added, almost scowling.

“Shh!” You scolded, while your free hand went to hold the part of his head that was bleeding as gently as possible. “Your head is bleeding, Gyuvin…” you say sadly, you stared at him apologetically too. “I’ll get you to the hospital, I promise. Just shut up and don’t waste your energy.” You added. It almost made Gyuvin chuckle, if he wasn’t so weirded out by the situation the two of you were currently in. You were so worried, when he wasn’t even badly injured. Sure, his head was throbbing from the open wound, but it wasn’t an internal bleeding or anything like that. It was just a wound on the head.

While yes, Gyuvin was a little weak because he had his head hit by something hard. But also yes to the fact that Gyuvin was annoyed because you were panicking for his well being. Even in such crucial times, Gyuvin managed to be irritated by your presence. He could barely process what you were saying to the telephone operator. The other thing he couldn’t process? The fact that he’s really enjoying being this close with you. He liked laying his head on your lap. In fact, he doesn’t even realise that he liked it. He swears he’s weirded out, but that’s only because he couldn’t exactly process his emotions and gather his thoughts at that time.

All he knew was that he didn’t like it when the paramedics took him from you when they transferred him onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. Although, of course, he wasn’t sure why he didn’t like it. Gyuvin told himself that it was probably just the comfort of being held after taking a literal blow on the head. He still finds you annoying. But would he jump on the opportunity of laying his head on your lap again? Well, yeah.

Everything was so bright inside the ambulance, you were there next to him, his visions were blurry, but he knew you were probably crying and muttering ‘is he gonna die?’ numerous times to the paramedic. He could’ve sworn you looked like snot was dripping from your nose, but he wasn’t entirely sure. It made him chuckle anyway, though.

Your face was the last thing he thought of before surrendering to his tired body. He fell asleep, but you were adamant that he was unconscious. Surprisingly, though, he managed to move his hand just enough for it to brush against yours. The motion was too subtle for either of you to notice it, but that was definitely Gyuvin’s body reacting. Reacting to what, exactly? Who knows.

Do you still hate each other? Maybe. Does your body crave each other’s touches after being close once? Yeah. Are either of you aware? Definitely not.

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SYNOPSIS -͟͟͞☆ gyuvin tells himself that he’ll be okay, and losing friends is a part of growing up. he firmly believes that having to move schools in a different city was the universe telling him to try again. he then meets you, and he hates you. he knows he should be thankful that you saved his life, but every time he sees you, he gets annoyed.

NOTE -͟͟͞☆ this was long overdue and i apologise friends but i’m so glad i finally finished writing this

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simping-for-joe · 9 days

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Hi! I saw you're taking requests, this might be little long one. I've been sending this request to some writers but I guess they're busy or don't like the idea.

I don't see shit like this anymore but brother's bestfriend Leon?

It can either be re4 Leon or re2 Leon, whatever you want! So basically there's age gap, a lil bit enemies to lovers and brother's bestfriend. If I could write, I'll definitely write this. So reader hates Leon, she thinks he's a fuckboy, but he's not, sure he's been with a few women but he's a cutie patootie who respects women. As for Leon, he's irritated with her because of her attitude towards him.

Maybe inexperienced reader too? Yes, she's had lots of boyfriends, but she's a daddy's girl, daddy taught her that men are the worst and that she should never chase them. She hates it when boys date her for her looks, body, etc. She wants to lose it to the one, ifykwm. Maybe if you can, include brother's reaction to them? (Not in the act, it's uo to you)

You can change some or the whole thing if you'd like, I just want to read some brother's bestfriend Leon😭

Be Somebody to Someone

Brother's Best-friend Leon Kennedy X Inexperienced! Female! reader

Implied sexual themes (I don’t know if this is a warning since nothing happens but making out but I wanted to be safe)

You come home for your brother planning to propose to his girlfriend, You end up meeting Leon Kennedy after years your older brother's best friend who grew up with.

Y/N: Honestly, I love inexperienced reader, cause I think no matter the age Leon would be so patient and sweet with them. Also I remember brother's best friend Leon used to be everywhere and I liked it. Also I'm not a huge enemies to lovers person (expect very specific cases), but I will try my best to put some hostilely in there. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

(Title from Someone to You By BANNERS)

You grab your luggage from baggage claim. A soft sigh leaving your lips, your brother was going to propose. Yet, you had been broken up with again. The minute you talked about actual commitment your boyfriends would run off. It was frustrating, and at this point you were just tired. You walk out to see your mom and dad who smile brightly upon seeing you. You get rid of those thoughts as you smile back at them, hugging them tightly.

You watch out the window as they ask you the usual questions. "How are you?" "Any guys you want us to meet?" You reply easily to those questions. It felt a little useless since you weren't the one talking about marriage.

Your relieved when you finally arrive home. Exhaustedly you head up the stairs to your room. After unpacking you lie down in your bed and fall asleep easily.

Laughter wakes you up from your nap, you sigh but head down the stairs. However as you walk down you don't just hear just your mom and dad, no there’s two additional voices.

You walk out into the kitchen and see two people sitting with your parents, Adam, your brother and... Leon Kennedy. The most annoying guy you've had to deal with in your entire life. You could have sworn that your brother and Leon had come out of the womb tied to the hip.

"Well good morning sunshine," you're brought out of your thoughts as your dad addresses you.

"Yeah..." you give a light laugh, and a forced smile.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get home to disappear again?" Adam jokes looking to you.

"Not my fault your slow as hell." You reply annoyed, you sit next to your dad.

"Missed you too sis." Adam replies laughing lightly.

"Also last I checked your girlfriend isn't Leon." You add on, crossing your arms. To which the blonde man laughed a bit.

"Jealous your brother is dating me?" He asks with a smirk as your brother laughs.

"See mom, I've been telling you for years." You gesture to the pair.

"Oh enough from you, besides we love having Leon around." Your mother tries to argue.

"We? Who's we?" You ask, looking between your family members.

"You sure are pissy today." Adam comments to which your dad gives him a look, a warning. He groans and rolls his eyes as you lean into your dad, a smug smile on your lips.

Adam goes through the plan yet again, you and Leon have to distract June his girlfriend for the day. As much as you wanted to complain, you did want this to go well for your brother.

You liked your brother's girlfriend just fine, but you didn't know her particularly well either. However, you would try.

You waited outside by the shopping outlets, when you notice Leon walking up after looking up from your phone.

"Hey," he greets you.

"Hi," you reply awkwardly and a little tense. You brush some of your hair behind your ear thinking, and look away from him.

"Jeez, you act like we're strangers." Leon tries to joke to lighten some of the tension. "So... how have you been?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm... fine..." You reply hesitantly. "Just... getting through the day." You add on with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I hear that." He chuckles a little bit. "You still dating that guy..?" He suddenly asks.

"No, and I'm not interested back off." You reply quickly, your voice snippy.

"I'm sorry? I was just asking?" He replies confused, and his tone showing some of his annoyance with your response.

"Yeah sure, the guy famous for getting into girls pants in high school." Your reply your eyes narrowed. He scoffs and opens his mouth to defend himself.

"There you guys are!" A bright female voice interrupts whatever Leon was about to say. June smiles brightly seeing you two, both of you just push past your argument and smile at her.

You take June around the outlets, letting her pull you guys into whatever store she fancies.

As you look around a clothing store you notice Leon in the men's section and sigh softly. You walk up to him, he looks to you and raises an eyebrow.

"I-I... I just wanted to say sorry for snapping at you." You say softly to him. He's quiet for a moment but nods.

"It's alright, don't worry about it." He gives you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks get a little warmer. Was he always this attractive? "Besides it seems like relationships are a sensitive subject for you." He notes looking back through the men's shirts.

"Yeah... it's looking pretty bleak..." You sigh out thinking about it. "I mean Adam is talking about marriage and I..." You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Hey... you'll find someone." He assures you gently, his blue eyes piercing into you. "Besides most guys will know your quite the catch." He winks at you, and your cheeks become warmer.

"You guys find anything?" June asks you, causing you to jump a bit. She quickly apologies and you laugh it off. Still, you were a little shocked by your reaction to Leon. He was attractive sure, but to you he was always just your brother's friend Leon. Now, it felt a little bit different. The blonde man looks down at his phone and then back up giving you a look from which you immediately catch on.

"I don't know about you June, but I'm really hungry." You suddenly bring up to her. Leon nodding in agreement behind you.

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it I kinda am." She replies after thinking for a moment. You and Leon manage to convince her to go to the restaurant your parents and Adam were waiting at.

Dinner was nice, and it was sweet to watch your brother propose to June afterwards. You smile watching them, but feel a little sad. Your very happy for your brother and June, but you wanted that too. It was getting harder to believe that was ever going to happen, maybe your standards were too high? Were you asking too much? You tried not to let your gloomy thoughts infect the cheerful atmosphere of your brother's proposal.

The next step apparently to your parents was to have a party celebrating such a momentous occasion. That weekend there was going to be a celebratory cook out, where family and friends would be invited. Again, somehow you ended up doing things with Leon.

"Okay... we need balloons, tablecloth, tablecloth weights and serving plates." Leon reads off the list as you both enter Party City.

"Did Adam and June mention a theme?" You ask looking at the list in his hand curiously.

"Um... I don't think so..." He says trying to think it through. "I mean... does it need a theme?" He asks you with a raise eyebrow.

"I was just checking." You defend yourself raising your arms. He nods and you head through the store together. As you walk through you stop and giggle to yourself. "Maybe we should get them a Barbie themed table cloth." You suggest laughing a bit.

"Hmm... I was thinking more... super heroes?" He suggests pointing to the other tablecloth nearby.

"Oh! You are so right that is so much better!" You say with a smile both of you laughing a bit. "My mom would kill us."

"It'd be worth it though." He replies confidently. At this point you'd just point out all the funny stuff in the store to each other, that's also how you ended up with a fuzzy tiara for June and a jester hat for Adam. When questioned why you had bought those items for a cook out, you defend both Leon and yourself by saying it was on theme.

The cook out comes, and you're stuck helping your mom and dad with food. Making pasta salad, grabbing plates for your dad to put hotdogs and hamburgers on. Friends and family greet you as you run around the backyard doing things. As your parents finally get a chance to relax, you can't seem to do the same. Someone always needing your attention or asking about how you've been. It was getting exhausting and a little overwhelming at this point.

"Hey, I need something real quick." A familiar voice suddenly says, before you know it your being pulled into the part of the backyard which was more tame. Only a few people around talking, you look to Leon a little surprised.

"You... why?" You ask, trying and failing to piece it together in your head.

"You looked overwhelmed, here. Your twenty-one now right?" He asks holding out a beer to you. You huff but grab it.

"Twenty-two." You reply a little annoyed.

"Oh no, one year off!" He jokes with a smile, and you roll you eyes. However, a smile finds a way on your lips as you take a sip from the can.

You end up sitting there talking to Leon in your secluded section of the backyard. Talking about anything that came to mind, sipping your drinks.

"Okay... so are you seeing anyone?" You suddenly ask him softly. The sun was starting to go down but the party was still alive somehow.

"No, I'm not." He replies simply.

"Wait, really?" You look to him a little in disbelief. He chuckles a little as he takes another sip.

"What? You act like that's weird."

"You? Who was like the most popular guy in high school." You bring up to him. "And slept with like every girl in your grade."

"You realize you were a freshmen then right? The rumor mill was insane then." He shakes his head thinking about it.

"So..?"

"So, I didn't sleep with anyone until I was in college and had my first girlfriend." Leon explains to you, causing you to sit back a little in shock.

"Huh..." You can only reply. Taking another sip from your can as you think on this information.

"You good?" He ask with a slight laugh. You just nod softly and sigh leaning back in your chair.

"It's crazy... how fast life goes after high school..." Your voice was in a hushed tone, it could almost be mistaken for a whisper.

"Yeah..." He replies softly looking to you as you stared at the sun setting. "Hey..." He gently places a hand your shoulder. You look to him, and feel your cheeks get warm. You don't notice as a slight pink comes to his own face. He looks away struggling to find his words as he swallows.

"Did..." His blue eyes shoot back to your face. "Did you mean what you said..?" You ask, your throat and mouth dry despite the drink in your hand. "That I'll find someone... and any guy would see me as a catch?" He just nods, saying nothing more. You move your seat closer to his, unsure of where to go from here. Still, your hand moves to his grabbing it gently. Once your hand is in his, he squeezes it. "Leon..?"

"Yes..?"

"Why did you ask if I was still dating someone?"

Silence was all that filled the air for a moment, when a sigh cuts through wind.

"As bad as it sounds... I was kinda hoping you'd say no." He says softly, you finally turn to look at him again and his blue eyes meet yours. Your cheeks were bright red as your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand again, your eyes looking around quickly as you lean a bit closer to him.

"I-It's okay... I was hoping the same..." You admit to him, and that was all Leon seemed to need. As he gently places a hand on your cheek and closes the space between you. Kissing you with soft and gentle lips, to which you kiss him back a smile forming on your lips. "M-my room..." You say breathlessly as your lips separate for a moment. He nods in return, maybe it was the alcohol giving you some confidence but you could feel your heart racing. You two manage to not catch anyone's attention as you head back inside and into your room.

You two in a frenzy quickly shut your door behind you as he pushes you onto the bed. You kiss him back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips as you two kiss, his lips eventually finding your neck.

"So beautiful..." He breaths out into your neck.

"L-Leon..." You manage to get his name out through your passion.

"Yes sweetheart?" He asks softly, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"I-I... I've never..." Your face is bright red as you look to him. His eyes widened a bit and puts two and two together.

"Oh... oh!" Leon replies as he realizes. "That's okay... we don't have to do anything... okay?"

"Okay..." You reply comforted as you embrace him again, and his strong arms wrap around you. Holding you close to him though the night, his hold gentle and soothing. He holds you like if he let you go his whole world would disappear.

When you wake up the next morning you see Leon staring at you, causing your cheeks to become bright red to which he chuckles fondly.

"So cute..." He says softly gently caressing your warm cheeks with his thumb. You smile despite your embarrassment and lean into his touch. He kisses your lips gently, both of you content in the morning sunlight peaking between your curtains.

"Hey! How come Leon's car- Holy shit!" You and Leon jump when you hear Adam's voice. You turn to see his wide eyes looking into your bedroom.

"This is why you knock!" You shout at him embarrassed, your cheeks bright red. Leon chuckles softly at how red your cheeks are, despite how warm his own face was. Adam stares at you both before he sighs pinching his nose.

"Your telling dad." Is all he says as he walks away shutting the door behind him in disbelief. You sigh out and cover your face in embarrassment. Leon chuckles gently moves your hands from your face.

"I don't regret it... how about you?" He asks you, his lips in a gentle smile. His blonde bangs falling a bit in his blue eyes.

"I don't..." You reply softly looking to him. Suddenly, your romantic life didn't look so bleak that sunny morning.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #x female reader #some angst #inexperienced #making out #no use of y/n

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tw1l1te · 2 months

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The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 7

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: traumatic flashbacks, angstangstangst, obsessive thoughts if you squint

This chapter is heavier in terms of angst and trauma

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Sky wasn’t sure what was happening with him. Its been a few days since… that moment, but neither of you had brought it up to each other. You didn’t seem angry or upset at him, but yet you barely said a word to him in the past week or so. He didn’t like it. Especially after seeing Time follow you outside and then both of you coming back flushed? He was getting worried.

Did he weird her out?

Did he say or do something to make you act this way?

He was hoping both of you would share a room tonight so you could talk about it, but of course you got paired with Wild and Twilight. It’s not like he didn’t trust them, he trusted them with his life, it was more so jealousy anxiousness about your lack of attention on him.

He lay on his back, squeezed between Hyrule and Wind, both of who were splayed out on the bed, leaving him scrunched up. He couldn’t sleep, which never happened.

He sat up, rubbing his hands on his face in frustration, either because of lack of sleep or conflicting feelings toward you.

Ever since he was young, he was told he was destined to be with Zelda, with Sun. She was perfect in every manner, and he genuinely believed it for years. After his quest, however, he started having doubts.

He felt like he was used to fulfilling this prophecy that he didn’t have a choice in. He had to save her and fight Demise, whether he wanted to or not. He knew it wasn’t Zelda’s fault but… he didn’t feel what he once did for her. He doesn’t know if he genuinely loved her before. He convinced himself he did… because he felt like he had to. It was constricting, the inability to truly love someone without the expectation of destiny.

But that’s when you came along.

Almost instantly, he knew it was you. You guided him the entire time. Your faint voice, always gentle and comforting, regardless of the situation he was in.

And when you joined the group? He fell faster than when he fell from Skyloft.

The group all assumed he loved Zelda, but that was far from the truth. He regarded her as a friend, childhood friend at best. You, on the other hand, were so much more.

And that was the problem.

He didn't know what to do or say. Being the chosen one and all, he wasn’t supposed to feel this way toward you, yet you kept pulling him toward you, harder each time. You were addicting.

Your aura, your voice, your eyes. Everything about you was so different and heavenly compared to everyone else. Even to her. He needed you.

He sighed. He’s definitely not going to be able to sleep now.

You wake up in black. You can’t see. Your eyes are wide open, but you can’t make out anything.

You try to move, but you seem to be… held in place. Not tied up or gagged, but contained. Contained within an invisible barrier.

“What the-”

“It’s an imprisonment spell. It won’t do you any harm, unless you struggle of course. But you knew that, didn’t you, Y/n?” Somebody asks. A man you presume by the deep tone, but you can’t make out much else.

“Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing-” “Easy, guide. Easy. We just needed to contact you, see what you were up to. You’re trying to go home, is that right? Not Hyrule, no, but a different realm. A completely disconnected dimension.”

“How did you…” you start, but no words follow.

The book, of course. You should’ve known this wouldn’t have been easy.

“If this is about that book of yours, I’ll give it back, I just want to go home.” you pleaded, shifting slightly in your suspension.

The voice chuckles, malice intertwined in its tone.

“I wish it was that easy, guide, but the whole point of me contacting you was for you to… guide us. Funny, isn’t it?”

You stay silent, waiting.

“Shame you haven’t got many answers at the moment, would’ve been beneficial for both of us.”

A breath hits your face.

“We’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

You awake with a gasp, body shooting up from the bed. You place your hand on your chest, feeling the pit in your chest.

Fucking hell, that was horrifying.

The sun’s rays were shining into the room, shining into your eyes. Squinting, you look away, noticing that Wild and Twilight were long gone, just cold spaces in place.

Why do they always do that?

Shaking your head, you get out of the bed, heading towards the mirror to fix yourself up for the day. You look at yourself in the mirror. Bright, red angry markings carved into your flesh, wounds fresh and streaming blood down your face.

You scream.

A second passes before you hear barreling footsteps and panicked voices running up the stairs, and trampling into the room, wooden door rattling on its old hinges. Everyone is talking, panicked voices asking you questions, frustrated voices arguing on how to help you, erratic moving and breathing and-

“Stop! Fucking STOP. STOP.” you yell, placing your hands on your ears, sinking to the floor. You couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in on you. The voices were getting too loud.

StopstopstopstopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP-

You see someone kneel in front of you, voice quiet, asking you something.

“Y/n, hey hey, you’re ok. You’re safe. No one’s gonna hurt you. You’re ok.” Hyrule mumbles, not touching you, giving you physical space.

“Am I allowed to touch you, Y/n? I just wanna clean up those wounds before they get infected or hurt you more.” he says, voice soft.

You nod slowly. Your eyes are still glued to the mirror, too scared to look at anyone or anything.

As Hyrule is patching you up, no one says a word. At some point, Time ushers Malon downstairs, not wanting to overwhelm her with the gore and trauma. You barely blink as you look at yourself, dried blood caking the slashes across your face.

“...Y/n? Can you remember anything?” Wild asks, not hearing when he crouched next to you. Your throat closes up again. You kept getting flashes from your nightmare, on repeat.

Taking a shaky breath, “A voice, a man I presume from how deep it was. I think it might be the group I read about. Said they’ll see me soon.” you answer, short fragments as the flashes come back to you.

Wars was deep in thought, staring at the floor.

“Was there anything notable about their voice? Could you see anything? A motive maybe?”

“I-I didn’t recognize them… I don’t think, at least. It was pitch dark, and I couldn't see an inch in front of me. They might be trying to access different realities or interdimensional travel, at least that’s what he implied.” you mumbled, not particularly keen on discussing this further.

Time places a hand on Warriors’ shoulder, “Let’s let them get patched up, we don’t want to overwhelm them more.”

Time looks at you, giving you a worried glance. You were too worn out to say anything else.

“Does anything else hurt, Sugarplum?” Hyrule asks you.

You think for a second trying to feel your body, but your back beats you to it, causing you to hiss out in pain.

“Got it, let’s see that back of yours. Do you mind lifting up your shirt? Wild will get you a towel to cover yourself.” Wild nodded, quickly coming back with a clean towel. He helped you slip off your tunic, wrapping the towel around your front.

“Holy Hylia, Y/n…. What happened to you?” Hyrule rasped. It sounded bad.

“What? What is it. What's going on, Rulie.” you ramble, frustrated by the fact no one is responding. You hated when everyone got silent, leaving you in anticipation. It was killing you.

“Rulie. What. Is it.” Hyrule intakes a sharp breath.

“It’s pretty bad, Y/n. I’m surprised they haven't gotten infected. You might need some stitches, but I’ll try to avoid them by using some potions and magic…Twi, hand me my pack, would you?”

You zoned out the pacing of everyone, only being brought back to reality when Hyrule was making you take a healing potion. The thick, gooey substance was revolting, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Sky held you as Hyrule focused on you, blue light shining onto your back. It was so painful. It felt like a searing hot iron was placed on your back, melting away your flesh.

You screamed into Sky’s chest, tears streaming down your face. It hurt. So, so much. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before. You held onto Sky for dear life, begging it to end.

“Shh, I got you Songbird. I’ve got you. You’re doing so good, you’re almost done. You’re being so so strong, It’ll be over soon ok? You can rest soon.” Sky consoled you, but you felt part of it was to console him too.

Finally, the pain subsided. The blue light faded away, Hyrule pulling his hands away from you slowly. You were still leaned into Sky while Hyrule bandaged you up, too out of it to care whether or not anyone saw your bare chest. Hyrule had to lightly tug the gauze to make sure it soaked the blood, but not tight to the point of constricting airflow or causing extreme pain.

As you came back to your senses, you noticed a few of the other’s had gone, most likely to give you privacy and not overwhelm you. Wars and Sky were still here, Hyrule still behind you, adjusting your bandages.

“Bring her back to bed, make sure to not put any pressure on her back. She’s gonna be really sore for a few days.” Hyrule says, putting away the supplies thrown about the floor. Wars just leaned against the wall, watching as Sky carefully tucked you into bed, mumbling something into your hair that he couldn’t hear.

Hyrule turns to Warriors “Let’s leave her be, she needs rest. We’ll take turns watching her, Sky will go first.”

Reluctantly, Wars follows Hyrule out of the bedroom, but not before giving you a worried look, pursing his lips together. He heads out and softly shuts the door, footsteps fading away.

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#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe au

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blvck-cherrie · 9 months

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𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓷- Megumi Fushiguro X Reader

Genres: Fluff, hurt-comfort

Warnings: None

Word Count: 862

Summary: Y/N is sick after a mission and Megumi comes to comfort them.

You hadn't felt this drained in a while, like your body forgot it had any bones left within. Even pushing yourself off the bed felt like a chore, as you kept shivering under your blankets. It had been a couple of hours since you had been laying on your bed and with each passing hour, you had only felt your body grow warmer.

The room was as silent as your mind, with no people around or thoughts within and it made you wish there was somebody to care for you. To be bothered about you and worry over you.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer was a bit of a struggle. More than just a bit of a struggle. But the biggest downside of being one, at least to you, was finding comfort. You somehow always had to put up with uncomfortable scenarios, as a sorcerer. That was pretty much what made you fall sick, anyway. You wondered how Megumi was doing- he had accompanied you on your mission yesterday and you hadn't seen him the whole day. Rather, he hadn't shown himself. Not that you were capable of seeing him in the condition you were in. But that just made you worry more about him.

Just then, you heard a knock on your door, followed by a familiar voice, "Y/N? I'm coming in" Is he a mind reader? He waited a while for a response, but since you didn't say anything, he came through. Megumi stood at the door for a moment, examining you. Not that he was expecting to see you bed ridden. You pushed yourself half off the bed, with visibly great difficulty and sat upright. "Hi", you spoke in a breathy voice. "So out of character for you to act like that", he chuckles, "Sucks to see you like this". "Guess who's fault it-" You're interrupted by his hand touching your forehead, "You're burning". "Ye- Yeah.."

Megumi was a magician, he could put you in a daze.

From your forehead, his fingers found their way into your hair, caressing your strands, tucking a few behind your ear.

Megumi was more than just a friend to you. Not a lover, but definitely more than a friend. You didn't know how he felt about you though, because he never said anything, but you weren't bothered. His actions spoke for him. The things he did for you, always spoke for him, just like what he was doing right now. Just like what he did yesterday as well, accompanying you on a mission that wasn't even assigned to him in the first place. Just like what he had always been doing since day one.

"Don't come close to me!" You half yelled, sort of trying to push his chest back. "What's wrong?" He whispered, furrowing his brows gently, concern oozing from his voice, as he took a step back from you. Megumi's face was always so beautiful and so was his voice. "Its- I- I just don't want you to catch my fever-" "Tsk", he moved two steps closer to you, sighing. "You'll catch my fever", you whispered, sounding defeated, sadness prominent in your tone. You wanted his warmth right now more than ever, but you couldn't risk him being down too.

He tipped up your chin and normally, you would've pulled back. His touch was so gentle, with his fingers barely grazing your skin, that you couldn't even tell if he was actually touching you or not. As if he was skeptical and his fingers were asking your permission to soak in your skin. That's what you loved the most about him, that he was so delicate with you, so respectful towards you and your body and so attentive towards your reactions. "Doesn't matter", he shrugged. You found yourself buried into his chest, his arms wrapped around you. "You're hurting, right..?" He kept rubbing circles on your back with his right arm, while the other entangled itself within your hair. You felt the dull ache in your body grow stronger with each firm rubbing of his hand against your back, not because it hurt- it was quite the opposite- because it felt so overwhelmingly comforting that you were scared you'd start crying. Your heart picked up pace and every nerve in your body, suddenly grew conscious of every little movement you could sense. Being with Megumi was so comforting. Megumi's face was always so beautiful and so was his voice. Especially in times like these, where he made you feel protected and comforted. His presence was the comfort that you had been seeking. "Y/N?" You heard him call your name softly as he realized you had been crying. Megumi was always so patient with you, so calm and so composed. His voice was strong, he didn't lose composure hearing you cry, but just strengthened his hold on you, pulling you closer.

You loved Megumi for exactly what he was capable of making you feel. You loved him because he wanted to make you feel good things. And what more do you ask for in a man, when he gets you comfortable enough to cry and soothes you while you're at it?

#anime fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fanfic #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #anime #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #romance #anime fluff

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arielstruggles · 7 months

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Banished Angel

the dawn of regret chp.2

pairing: joel miller x fem reader

summary: you decide to do as he asks and act like nothing has happened. It only works till a certain point.

w.c: 4.2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of death and sexual harassment, age gap, no smut, a little bit emotions and suff, some fluff, some cheesiness, idk i'll add if i can find

a/n: I could not proof read it since it's 5 in the morning when i finish this so sorry in advance. I do have two different ideas out how their relationship evolve but i can't decide honestly. Also didn't add any smut because i wanted to deepen their emotional connection anyway hope you enjoy! chapter one here chapter three

(p.s. Feedbacks are appreciated.)

"Just because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ain’t me. You’re nobody." When you close the door behind you, his voice echoes inside of your head. For a split second, with the heat of the moment you were naïve enough to think that he also had feelings for you. Though you stopped yourself from crying in front of him you can’t stop this time, when you are all by yourself in your living room. Tears come one by one and you are unable to interrupt them. You pull your knees to yourself and wrap your arms around them and a loud sob leaves your lips. “you’re nobody” it hurts. The loneliness that mustered inside you for years surfaces. You have nobody to lean on since both of your parents got infected and left you in this messed up world all by yourself. His words hit somewhere so close to home that you desperately tried to hurt him back. You are all alone, you literally need someone to love you as he said. He saw right through you; you have never felt so exposed. That’s why now you feel like somebody is ripping your heart out. Maybe it was an hour of intimacy but it felt like more than that. It was the first time in years somebody hold you like he did. You were trying to survive when Maria and Tommy found you in a fucking cave all by yourself, you could have died and nobody would even know you existed. You were so close to starving; they take you with them. You can’t stop crying, your body shakes with each sob. Years of agony finally let’s itself loose with this morning’s disappointment. Your eyelids get heavier with each tear drop. When you wake up from your nap, your head hurts. The sharp, throbbing pain does not help your already fucked up emotional state. Your pocket watch shows that it’s 7pm which means it has been six long hours since that incident. Thoughts flood to your head once again. You start to question yourself. Why he snapped so suddenly? Did I so something wrong? Maybe you did something to deserve all his words. When he was touching you, kissing you hungrily it felt like your souls are bonding, apparently this was not the case for him. Your touch starved body greeted him so eagerly when he kissed you or when you were laying on his chest. You have never been a realist person, even in the darkest times you found something bright or else you could not have survived all alone for years. So naturally, you expected same thing from Joel, you expected a couple of nice words from him. A cold chuckle leaves your lips and melts into air when you realize how you needed someone to take care of you. You wanted him to say I love you. But you don’t even know whether you are in love with him or not. Maybe expecting so much was your fault but being so mean was definitely his.

Different thoughts about Joel dwell on your mind while you prepare yourself something to eat. A part of you still waits for him to knock on your door and apologize. But he does not. You eat your food in silence and find different things to occupy your mind to not to think of where he touched you. You definitely do not think about how you melted in his arms. You could swear that his smell is still on you, you were that close. But now you are far from each other. Maybe I am looking at things from a very sentimental perspective, you mutter. Still desperate to find a tiniest bit of reason to forgive him. A little bit of affection is all you crave. But then you remember his poisonous words. It is obvious that he will not do anything so you decide to act like nothing has happened. Just like he has said. “You forget what happened, I’ll do the same.” Unless he comes by an apologize properly you will act like nothing has happened. You will say hello and goodbye but that will be it. Just like before.

He is not as careless as you think though. Guilt accumulates in his chest with each passing second. He swallows a big sip from his whiskey watching the wall right across him. He remembers every little detail. How you get excited when he touched your thigh, how flushed your face when you watch yourself on the mirror. When he saw how excited you are, he could almost feel your racing heartbeats. A crooked smile creeps up on his lips for a second but he immediately remembers how things turned out because of him and his face get clouded with shame and guilt once again. But it was for the best, he thinks. He was old enough to be your dad. He could never do such thing. He would feel like a predator. Even though you are a fully grown adult you were thirty years younger than him. In his eyes, this was unacceptable. No, he would rather you to hate him rather than feeling like he’s taking advantage of you. But this does not stop him from thinking the sweet moment you had earlier. “You deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she would’ve hated you.” he questions whether Sarah would have hated him or not. Would she hate him because he fucked a girl who is younger than her daughter, or would she hate her because of how he treated her. The questions stay unanswered. At the back of his mind, he knows he deserves to die alone. He killed so many people, he told so many lies. He was the far cry from a good man. As much as he tries to redeem himself, he still has nightmares of random strangers begging for his mercy. But he can’t change the past. And he most definitely can’t put his bloody hands on you, not again

Even though you decided to act like nothing has happened you are not sure if you can manage to do that so you try your hardest to avoid him. You don’t leave your house for three days. You will inevitably see him on your next patrol but until then you don’t want to see him however you crave his touch, you can’t stop yourself from wanting to hug him tightly, burrow your face in his neck. On the third day of your self-isolation you leave your house to get some alcohol in your system. The more you isolate yourself the more you think about him so you think it’d helpful to drink something, to numb your senses a little bit. When you stepped inside Tipsy Bison you are grateful that he is not there. You get yourself a drink and sit on a stool, sipping your drink when you see Tommy approaches you. You are not sure if Joel told him anything or not but you decide to shut your mouth anyway. “couldn’t see you since your patrol, you okay?” he asks “everything is fine, I was just needed some alone time.” you lie. He nods and leaves you alone. You’re not so sure if he believes you. After a couple of drinks you head to your empty home, cold atmosphere embraces you when you step inside. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a broad figure in front of your door while you sit on the chair by the window. You peer up at him behind curtains. You are not that drunk, you’re just tipsy so you can’t be imagining him, can you? Are you that desperate for him? You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath and wait for him to knock. Then he decides not to and leaves your door without even saying anything. Your blood boils in your veins. “Coward.” You scream but he can’t hear you. “Coward” but his action fuels you. He could have knocked on your door and apologize, for god’s skae he came to your door. But he didn’t even have the guts to knock. You know better than ever know. You are done with his stupidity.

When your patrol day comes you get ready and wait for Joel outside your door. You are nor nervous, not after he comes to your door then leaves without even facing with you. When he approaches you, Your calm state startles you. Heart break and disappointment buried deep inside your soul. You are certain, you will act like nothing has happened since you are a nobody. “hello.” You say, your voice is not as cold as you intended it to be. He nods in return. No talking, just a small gesture. “We will go this way.” He gestures with his hand. “okay.” The atmosphere is tense, you wait for Joel to say something mean to break your heart even more but he does not. It’s still dark outside. And quiet. You can hear your footsteps. There is a stupid part of you, still dying for his attention. But for the first time in your life your senses overpowers and you don’t say anything. You see freshly bloomed flowers and cheer up for a brief moment. “Oh my god! Didn’t know there are still flowers blooming!” you chirp. Joel smiles at your reaction but you don’t see it. “It is rare, but there are indeed flowers blooming some places.” He comments with his usual distant tone. you don’t expect a comment from him at all and he does not know why he felt the urge to reply. You pick up a flower and put it inside your notebook. You walk and walk. Then you reach to the radio tower which is this week’s final destination for you. You climb the stairs and get inside. You listen carefully to hear if there are any clickers around, it is quiet then you rest your back to wall and sit on the floor. For now, at least. After a while Joel returns and joins you. Silence lingers on in the room. It is unnerving. You are dying to talk but unless he talks you won’t. You steal glances from him. His greying hair looks extra soft and curly today. He seems like he didn’t shave for a long time. After a while you close your eyes to rest them, you know you are not allowed to sleep during your patrols, so you are just resting. But then you fell asleep. This situation maddens Joel, he finds it irresponsible. He calls your name a couple of times but you are not a light sleeper. He lets you sleep. Your eyelashes trembling every once in a while, and you murmur nonsense in your sleep, but you seem so comfortable even if you sleep in a sitting position. As if he does not feel guilty, your sleeping figure makes it worse. He feels like a disgusting human being. He tries to find something to make a makeshift blanket but he can’t. And not to give you a further hope he does not cover you with his coat. After making sure you’re fast asleep he quietly approaches you, brushing your hair with his fingers softly. His touch is feather light so it does not even wake you. He tucks the hair that falls in front of your eyes, behind your ears. For a second he questions about doing or not doing it then he kisses your temple lightly and gets back to his place that he was sitting earlier. When you wake up Joel almost barks at you “You are supposed to stay awake!” you snap back “you could have woken me up!” “well, I tried.” He rolls his eyes. The rest of your patrol goes pretty much quiet. Then you go back to Jackson.

Even though he told you to act like nothing has happened your approach towards him bugs Joel. Deep down he expects you to hate him or like him. His self-hatred is too powerful that he can’t think nobody could care about him without wanting a favor back. But you care about him. A part of him is desperate for this. He is in a constant battle with himself. He is not a good man or a bad man. He does what he had to do. But it does not feel like it. So, neither being with you nor letting you to fall for him is not even an option in his eyes. He does not know he already gave you enough reason to think about him constantly. Thank god your pride is stronger than your emotions or else you’d be begging for his love. Days pass rather dull since you can’t stop your thoughts about Joel so one night you do something extremely dangerous and stupid. It’s past midnight and mostly everywhere covered with snow. You wear your gloves and coat, take your backpack and gun then leave your house for a night walk. At first you are certain that you are still in Jackson and close to your home. With each step you take you get further away from Jackson. The last thing you know is you are fucking lost. In the dead of night on a freezing weather. At first you think you are getting closer because you think you see a light then you realize it is a mistake. After fifteen minutes of wandering around you have no reliable solution to return your warm bed. Your brain tries to keep you calm but your heart wants to scream. Screaming is the stupidest thing you can do so you are trying to keep your cool. In the middle of your loud thoughts, you hear footsteps. Your hand slides to the gun in its holster and you hold your breath. Your heartbeats get faster and faster. You can see the siluette of the figure approaches you. “Joel?” you call his name. Your hand is on your gun. But it is not Joel. It is another man. You don’t know who he is, but there is a chance that he might be a raider, the moment you turn the other side you see another man. One of them speaks “Would you like to come with us? we live down here with a group of people.” his voice is disturbing. You know you can’t trust them. Your grip tightens around your gun but your hands are shaking. With the adrenaline rush in your veins, you run and run till you run out of breath they run after you. At this point you have not a clue about where you are. Your gun fell on the ground and once you think it is safe enough you kneel to look for your gun. With the sharp pain at the nape of your neck you black out.

When your vision starts to come back the first thing you realize is you are not in the woods, hell you don’t even know where you are because it is so fucking dark. Your hands and legs are tied tightly and you sit on the floor. Your mouth is taped. You feel like you are about to die. All the memories rush through your head from your childhood to this day not all of them desirable. Even though a voice at the far back in your head desires death at the moment, you desperately want to live. You curse that you didn’t take your pocket knife with you, not that you could do anything but maybe it would have been helpful since you dropped your gun and don’t even know where it is. The man you first saw approaches you in the darkness. “so, what brings you here?” he asks you can’t answer because of the tape but even If you could you would not. He then, rips off the tape on your mouth. “answer me!” “fuck yourself.” You bark. You don’t know what is the reason behind this anger. Your own stupidity? This motherfucker? or Joel? Probably all of them. When he slaps across your face your face burn with pain. It fucking stings. He grips your hair tightly and makes you look at him “watch out your mouth cunt. You don’t want to die, are you?” “do it you coward. Kill me already.” You know this is not the best response you could give. He yanks your head to the wall behind you and you feel dizzy with the sensation, the following punch on your nose causes the warm blood leaking from your nose. “are you a raider?” you ask, it is a stupid question but apparently this man is more stupid than you. “congrats your guess is correct!” he answers with a condescending tone. “why did you kidnap me?” “because you seemed like a good use.” We can trade you with food, we can fuck you, you know a whore is needed in an all-men camp.” His grin is the most disgusting thing you have ever seen, you try to memorize his features because one day you may have to kick his ass, his blonde hair and blue eyes make him a villain already. When the other man comes the blonde one shuts his mouth. He tries to feed you with some disgusting looking food just so you don’t lose your “appeal” and when you spit on his face another smack is you get in return. The quiet one is just checking out just in case blonde one needs a backup. You try your best to look tough in front of these monsters but the urge to cry is so strong. You know how horrible raiders are. You don’t know the time but you can choose sunlight from here and there in this god forsaken room. A couple of hours later though when it’s light enough, you realize that you are in the shed you and joel had sex. You want to throw up. You see the mirror, the couch. “You and that old man had a great time here.” The blonde man grins as if sensing your thoughts. The heat rises from your cheeks. You hate the idea of these vile creatures know about you. “I wish we could watch, but hearing your moans gave me a boner.” He laughs. “maybe I should taste that cunt too?” you are beyond repulsed at the moment. Fear, disgust and sadness takes control of you. “you can only fuck your fist. You ugly motherfucker.” “wanna test it out?” the quiet tells him to shut up. You hear a scream and the quiet man leaves the shed leaving you alone with the blonde man.

As if he is waiting for this moment, he gets closer to you. He rubs your cheek. “now, we’re alone. I’ll see what that old man could taste.” When he gets closer to kiss you, you hit his head with your head. He yelps in pain and he tightly wrap his hands around your neck. You can hardly breath. You are certain that in a minute you’ll be dead. When you see Joel creeping in behind the blonde man tears run down on your cheeks “don’t cry pretty girl, you’ll be dead soon.” Then Joel knocks him out and gives him a couple of serious wounds. He unties your ankles and wrists and he hugs you tightly. “the man-““don’t worry about him now, Tommy is around, he will take care of it.” he says. He helps you out and you leave the shed together. “there was another man.” “I know darling” you feel so tired but the safety being next to him is unexplainable.

He takes you his home and sits you on his couch while wrapping you in a blanket. When he returns with a warm cloth, he wipes down your face. “Now, tell me darling what the fuck was the reason for you to leave your house at the ass crack of dawn!” he says sternly. He thinks it has been a couple of hours… “How you found me?” “the marks in the snow. Also, I reckoned you might get a lil emotional and stuff.” So, he thought you would visit the shed because of the memories. “Why did you leave your house?” the Texan rasps while softly patting the cloth. “I was bored and I wanted to take a night walk.” “You left your house at night! Are you outta your goddamn mind girl!” You don’t have an answer for that. “You know how dangerous that is? You know what they could do to you? look at you your face is a mess!” “Why do you care!” he does not have an answer for your question. Because his heart and brain tells two different things “How did you realize I was not at home Joel?” you mutter . “stop by your place this mornin’ you didn’t answer. Knocked and called out your name, you didn’t answer. Thought you were, yknow mad at me or somethin’ then I wanted to check in anyway, you forgot to lock your back door by the way.” He smiles guiltily. Then you realize he entered your house and could not find you. “your backpack was gone and I thought, you left then I told Tommy, we decided to look for ya.” You feel all warm and fuzzy. All your anger is gone instantly.

“why did you stop by my place?” you ask. He does not answer. But you have a wild guess. You choose to keep it to yourself. “I thought I was going to-““shhh” he kisses your forehead. “I got you.” You are scared to ask another question. The former memory of you still tickles your brain. He holds you softly by the chin and intently studies your scars with furrowed brows. “You need any painkillers? Asprin?” “no” you are enough, you want to add but you don’t. Now you have no idea how to respond him. His actions may be deriving from your state. Or maybe he really cares about you! you are not sure. Your eyes lock for a while. You lose yourself in his chocolate browns. The more he looks at you the more he feels guilty because he wants to kiss you “did they do any-“ you interrupt him “no.” he nods. He gets up from the couch and leave you all alone with your thoughts. The power he holds on you is unbelievable. He was holding you a second ago and you miss his touch already. When he returns with two mugs in his hands you let yourself lose the control of your emotions for once again. “thought I’d help” he hands you the cup when you take it from him your fingers brush each other and you the pool of emotions gets bigger inside you. You smile warmly in return. He sits right beside you, you sip your coffees in silence. This time, you let the silence linger. It does not bother you. On the contrary, it calms you down. You lean your head on his shoulder, he leaves a kiss on your forehead. You don’t know it is the second forehead kiss he has given you, you were asleep in the first one. You wonder how long will it take for him to return his grumpy self. For the moment though you embrace the closeness you are in. It feels so genuine. You tilt your head up and look at him intently “what?” “nothing.” he wants to kiss you so bad. But it feels wrong. This time you take the lead and kiss him not knowing whether he will push you away or kiss you back. He does not push you away. When your tongues meet with each other, the familiarity greets you. You kiss deeply. It almost feels romantic. With each touch or kiss you get use to his presence. You know it is slowly turning into an addiction. He is the one who breaks the kiss. “You needa rest.” “I’m fine” “no.” he carries you to his bed bridal style. It’s barely afternoon but when your back touches the bed, you realize you tired you are. He tucks you in and starts walking away when you call his name “Joel?” “what?” you catch the slight usual grumpy tone. “can you sleep with me?” you sound as if you’re begging. At this point you are embarrassing yourself, but you don’t care. He huffs in return but does not deny your request. He slides in under the blanket like you on his back faces you. You want to ask him to spoon you but decide to shut up and spoon him instead. When your wrap your arms around his torso a smile creeps up on his face though you can’t see it. You nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in. you don’t know what is going to happen next but the security that he gives makes you forget your worries. You fell asleep soon after. He is a banished angel not only from heaven but also from hell, laying in your arms, letting you hold him.

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mothandpidgeon · 11 months

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Aunt Flo's First Visit [pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader]

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Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head.

Words: 2k

Rating: G

Warnings: period stuff and everything that comes with it

a/n: This is really fluffy and a little silly. I saw a tik tok by a menstrual product company about a customer trying to find the right thing for his daughter and it just gave me such Joel energy this happened. I haven't finished any fic in MONTHS because I'm working on my book and that's not finished either so it feels really good to complete something. (If you want to keep up with my publishing journey, I'm mainly documenting it here.) Please enjoy.

Also, I challenged myself to write in present tense bc I never do and I really was struggling so pretend the grammar is all correct. Thank you.

Joel knows how to do a lot of things. He can manage a crew, change a flat tire, and build just about anything. He never considered himself smart by the classical definition but he knows how to make a car battery from scratch despite the fact that he got a C in chemistry.

If somebody had told him a decade ago that he’d one day be paralyzed with fear in the feminine hygiene aisle, he would’ve laughed. But right now, Joel would give all his knowledge along with his left arm if he could just figure out what the hell he ought to buy for his daughter.

He knew this day would come eventually. It’s his own damn fault he never prepared himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must’ve expected Sarah to just know how to handle it. Being a single dad wasn’t a walk in the park but he couldn’t imagine how much harder it would be if Sarah wasn’t so damn self sufficient. Even at 13, she can get herself fed and dressed and off to school without help. Of course she could figure this out on her own.

But Joel was reminded that Sarah’s still just a kid when she finally told him that she’d gotten her period for the very first time. She was so embarrassed to admit it, Joel practically had to drag it out of her.

He was angry with himself. He should’ve been ready, wished that he knew the right words to say. Joel promised himself he would put things right so she wouldn’t feel like she ever had to hide anything from him.

That was a lot easier said than done, he realizes now.

Joel stands in the aisle overwhelmed and confused. Boxes and soft packages in friendly, pastel colors stare at him from the shelves. He’s never spent much time with the feminine hygiene products, not unless he was scooting by them to pick up a little carton from the family planning section. He hasn’t bothered to learn about that stuff. Women’s stuff. He’s not disgusted by menstruation, isn’t afraid of it. It’s just one of those things he never had to deal with.

Without Sarah’s mom, though, he’s had to figure out plenty of girl things. He can remember the lesson on managing Sarah’s curls from the kind woman at the hair salon. Names of Shampoos and oils that felt foreign were now routine and he’s mastered using the combs and clips that looked more intimidating than some of his power tools. But he struggled for a good long while before that kind stylist took pity on him.

And here he is again, flying blind into the female whirlwind.

There’s so many options on the shelf. Words like HEAVY and gentle and sport. And the prices. Christ! He thought the hair stuff was expensive.

Joel’s head is spinning but he has to get it together. He’d vowed long ago that he would be Dad and Mom too. That’s what his daughter deserves.

Just a year ago, he hovered outside of the dressing room at the mall as Sarah tried on training bras.

“Did you find one? You were in there for a while,” he said when she emerged.

“Dad,” she replied in that tone she was using more and more often, the one that told him to shut up.

It isn’t the changes to her body that scare him, all of the subtle ways she’s becoming less familiar. His little girl is growing up and he mourns her childhood. It won’t be long before she’s driving, going off to college. Maybe she’ll have a daughter of her own but Joel hopes she’ll wait longer than he did, have a chance to make a life for herself.

Speaking of which, he realizes he’s going to have to sit her down for a real talk about boys next. He better get ready for that one. Explaining where babies come from hadn’t been too difficult. Condoms and venereal diseases are a whole different ball game. Teenage boys are gremlins– he’d know– and Sarah’s so smart and pretty, she’s going to have to be careful.

Joel doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the shelves when a woman appears in the aisle, another shopper. She’s got her keys looped around a finger, headed straight for the tampons, her flip flops smacking against the bottoms of her feet. Joel has a box in his hands. He doesn’t even know what he’s picked up, it’s just got the least intimidating packaging and the price is reasonable. He can’t help but catch the woman’s eye and the look she gives him is a little wary. It must be obvious that he’s out of his depths. But she gives a polite, tight lipped smile and proceeds to ignore him as she approaches the pantheon of period products.

He watches as her eyes dart around the shelves and quickly she makes a selection, plucking up a box clad with pink and purple silhouettes. So easy. Well, it must be easy for her. He wonders how many times she’s visited this part of the pharmacy, if her mother brought her to the store when she was Sarah’s age and showed her all the options.

His free hand fidgets at his side and he swallows dryly. He feels like an idiot but he reminds himself that he’s got to do this. For Sarah. The woman is already half way back to the end of the aisle by the time he’s found his voice.

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“Excuse me, miss. Could I trouble you for a second?” you hear from the man behind you.

You turn around, confused, but there’s nobody else that he could be talking to. Here you thought you could get in and out quickly. You’re cranky and tired and all day you’ve had toe curling cramps. It hits you like a ton of bricks every month. All you want to do is get home to your couch to watch some crappy reality tv.

But this lumberjack of a man– broad shoulders wrapped in a flannel shirt– is giving you puppy dog eyes. You’ve never been hit on while holding a box of Tampax Pearl but there’s a first time for everything.

“I apologize. This is real awkward,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck with a big hand. “I’m trying to get something for my daughter but I’m a little lost.”

His voice is warm and sweet and he’s handsome as hell but you keep your distance.

“Didn’t she tell you what to get?” you ask.

His expression grows even more bashful and his voice lowers.

“I’m afraid it’s, uh…well, it’s new territory for both of us,” he admits.

You can’t help the sympathetic smile that forms on your lips. Some poor preteen girl just got welcomed into the cruel arms of womanhood. It will be all downhill from here. Wild mood swings, angry breakouts, blood leaking through her favorite pair of pants. At least, it seems, she’s got her dad on her side. It takes a lot of balls for a guy to pick up a box of tampons let alone stop a stranger and ask for help.

You’d like to tell him that you’re too busy to help– you can hear your Haagen Dazs calling you all the way from the freezer– but you at least owe it to this kid to help him out.

“What’ve you got?” you ask, nodding towards the powder blue box in his grasp. It looks so little in his big hand. You walk back towards him and take a look. “Oh. Nice try but I wouldn’t go with that.”

He regards his choice again. It’s kind of adorable, the way the corners of his mouth frown as he squints at the words on the front. “What’s wrong with these?” His words aren’t defensive, he’s genuinely curious.

“Tampons can be pretty tricky when you’re that age. And those don’t even come with an applicator,” you explain. You remember trying to use a tampon that first time. You’d never put anything up there before and it stung like hell.

“Applicator?” His brows furrow and you can see fear in his brown eyes.

“So you can put it…in,” you tell him and motion with your finger, jabbing your pointer upwards.

His cheeks go pink. Ears too. You try to suppress a giggle as his brain short circuits for a second. His throat works as he swallows and places the box back on the shelf— gingerly, like it might explode.

“Which are the ones that don’t…go inside?” he asks.

It’s impossible to keep from grinning.

“Pads,” you say.

He nods.

You choose a package and place it in his hands. It’s a multipack, everything from light to heavy, and no wings so she doesn’t feel like she’s wearing a diaper.

“Try this,” you say. “She might not like them. It takes some trial and error.”

He reads over the circle in the corner that claims it’s 100% Leak Free! You can see he’s still overwhelmed but he’s far less nervous. He really is good looking and you have to wonder how he doesn’t have a woman in his life to help him out.

“This many?” he asks.

“She might need more.” You shrug. “Just stay away from the scented ones. And you have Tylenol at home?”

“I think so.”

“How about a heating pad?”

He shakes his head.

“Go get one,” you advise.

He blows out air and then steels himself with a nod, ready to face the red menace.

“I’m awfully grateful for your help,” he says and you can tell by the look on his face, he means that.

You feel your own cheeks heat.

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Joel ends up behind her in the checkout line after securing an electric heating pad and grabbing an extra bottle of Motrin.

“What do you think?” he asks, showing her what he picked.

“Good job,” she tells him. Her smile is tinged with amusement but his chest still swells with pride. Maybe he’s not such a failure of a father after all.

Now that he’s less bewildered, Joel can’t help but notice how pretty this woman is. She’s dressed for comfort without any make up as far as he can tell but that smile and the kindness in her eyes is what does it for him. If they met under different circumstances, maybe he’d try to flirt. Not that he’s had the opportunity to practice recently. It’s for the best, though. There’s absolutely no way the combination of bumbling idiot, single parent, and menstruation makes for a romantic connection. Besides he’s here on an errand for his daughter.

Joel tries to keep his eyes from wandering over her as the teenager behind the register rings her up, the pink box and two bags of M&Ms. She gives Joel one last smile before leaving the store.

He thought he might feel embarrassed buying nothing but period supplies but he’s too busy thinking about how helpful she was. Sarah would just about die from mortification if he told her a complete stranger gave him a crash course in maxi pads. He chuckles to himself.

“Hey!” someone calls as Joel approaches his truck.

It’s her, the woman from the pharmacy, crossing the parking lot. Joel smooths his hair.

“These are for her,” she says, handing him one of her bags of candy. “Chocolate helps.”

Joel gives a soft laugh as he weighs the M&Ms in his hand. “That I knew,” he says.

“And, uh, here,” she tells him, holding out the long receipt.

Joel takes the paper. On the back she’s scribbled her name and phone number.

“You know, I don’t know. I just thought– if she has any questions. Or maybe if you do,” she says, shrugging. She’s much less confident now than she was in front of that endless selection of menstrual products. It’s cute and makes Joel feel a little less like an idiot for the way he was fumbling a few minutes ago.

“I owe you one,” he says.

She shakes her head. “Just be patient,” she warns. “She’s gonna be a bitch but don’t take it personally.”

Joel grins.

“You’re a good dad,” she tells him and he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

She’s already backing away towards her car and waves again.

Joel looks at her number, once again finding something he doesn’t know. He’d give his left arm to figure out how soon is too soon to call.

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nburkhardt · 11 months

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Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 6)

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five

Again, please ignore whatever doesn’t seem accurate to real life. It is omegaverse after all 😅 also I didn’t think I’d ever share this but here we are! (Also heads up: not only does this jump around but at some point we switch from Steve’s pov to Eddie’s pov) Timeline? Idk what that is. Don’t think about it!

He ignores Nancy and Jonathan at school, avoids Billy and Tommy. Joins Eddie at his table at lunch, gains friendships with Eddie’s friends and once they’re behind the doors of the drama room for Hellfire, admit their relationship is more than just friends.

Eventually he doesn’t necessarily drop out of school, more so, leaves Hawkins High and finishes at home while being tutored instead. But the rumor at the school is he dropped out because of Billy Hargrove taking over the “king” status.

When in reality, he’s six months along and although not that big, it’s very obvious that he’s pregnant. So, he sticks to staying at home while wearing larger clothes. He’s not embarrassed, and neither is Eddie.

They just decided it was safer this way, especially after Steve admitted how much Billy kept trying to fight him.

Steve still goes around town, he knows at least some of the people in town noticed him acting strange or looking heavier, but luckily it’s not at the high school.

After some convincing and a long talk with both their parents, Eddie moved in with Steve with the promise of always visiting Wayne; weekly dinners, Janet also makes one of their guest rooms into a semi-permanent bedroom for Wayne.

It’s been a wild ride for him and Eddie. They had a few arguments and usually it was just blown out of proportion. The biggest one was Eddie running late to the appointment where they found out the gender and it wasn’t even Eddie’s fault (got detention from some asshole lying about him cheating and the fucking teacher believed it) and it took a week and his mom talking with him before Steve even allowed Eddie back inside the house.

Besides the few arguments, they were doing good and after the week Steve refused letting Eddie in, the two of them were nearly attached at the hip. They weren’t allowed to mate each other until both of them were eighteen. A rule set by Janet and Wayne.

Not that it stops them from doing whatever else to be the mates they’re definitely going to be. Eddie leaves marks all over Steve whenever possible, Steve’s scent is nearly gone in favor of Eddie’s and then when Steve’s really feeling clingy, Eddie smells exactly like Steve.

Currently, the couple is in bed and happily scenting each other. Eddie has a hand underneath Steve’s shirt, feeling the movement from the baby. The omega hums happily and rests his head back onto the alpha’s shoulder, closing his eyes with a smile as the baby kicks just light enough that it doesn’t bother him and for Eddie to feel it.

“God, I’ll never get over this” Eddie whispers and presses a kiss to Steve’s temple, “Just so insane”

Steve laughed and cuddled closer, chasing Eddie’s warmth while moving his hand to follow the light kicks, “I still think it’s weird.” He whispers back, letting his eyes fall shut and his breath evening out.

That’s how Janet finds them a few hours later for dinner, Eddie curled around Steve with his hand still over the baby bump. Smiling softly, instead of waking them, she just pulls their blankets over them and shut off the light.

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The baby is born in the middle of August, and shortly after Steve turns seventeen.

Between Eddie and his mom, he’s not panicking as much as he thought he would when they found out. Still, as he’s walking around the hospital room with Eddie, all he can think of is how stupid and all the pain he feels. “I don’t know how you did this, mom”

She’s sitting on the window sill, laughing.

“Oh Sweetie, I was in labor with you for fourteen hours. You’ve only been at this for two,” she doesn’t bother looking at him, “But just know that at the end, you’ll have a beautiful and healthy little baby girl”

It continues on for another five hours, then when the date turns from the 17th to the 18th, a healthy baby girl is born.

Eleanor Janet Munson.

His mom tears up when he says the baby’s name in a tired and raspy voice, Steve waits until the nurses and doctors leave to say more. “I know you said no apologies, but I really am sorry momma. For not being safe, for- for throwing this curveball” he looks down at Eleanor, “adorable curveball”

Eddie laughs and presses a kiss to his head, “I’m sorry too” he whispers.

Steve shook his head and then Janet laughs, causing both boys to look at her. She sighs, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his forehead. “You both need to stop apologizing. I’m not upset, well, maybe a little for making me a grandmother so young. Eleanor is beautiful and I’ll be right here helping you both figure out this life with her.”

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School starts back up when Eleanor is a month old, and unfortunately, Eddie is back in his senior year despite all the tutoring.

“I’m just saying, I think the teachers are out to get me!” Eddie’s ranting as he gets dressed, roughly pulling on a shirt, “they keep coming up with excuses! I know what I’m doing, you helped me! Hell, your tutor, what’s his face helped a whole lot!”

Steve’s currently sitting up against the headboard, feeding Eleanor. A smile on his face, despite Eddie’s mood. “Eds, maybe it was all the ditching you did?”

The alpha spins around pointing at him with a blush speeding its way across his face. “N-no! I had good reasons for ditching! The teachers at Hawkins high are just assholes”

Shaking his head, he smiles up as Eddie steps closer to the bed, “hm, i’ll give you that one. But hey at least that dickhead Hargrove is gone, right? Plus you can recruit new members for hellfire”

Two of the four current Hellfire members are graduating this year, and Eddie is letting Gareth DM for the first time. Eddie’s been more occupied with them and not paying much attention to anything else. Of all the members, only Gareth knew about Eleanor.

That was by accident on their part. It was Wayne’s turn to host dinner and so they were all over at the trailer, Gareth had only shown up to talk about their band. Eddie had opened the door and at the same time, Eleanor had started crying.

In a panic, Eddie pulled his friend inside and was brought into the knowledge of their baby.

All Gareth had to say was, “you know, of all the rumors I heard, none of them were like this.

It then caused a chain reaction of finding out all the current rumors surrounding Steve and Eddie. Only to end the night with Gareth promising to keep it a secret for now

Anyway, back to now; Eddie ranting about how shitty it is that he’s doing senior year a fucking third time.

“Go find new blood for your nerd game, enjoy some time away from our cranky newborn.” Steve winks before pulling Eleanor away from him, “Ellie, tell daddy it’ll be fine”

Eddie gently takes her from him and snuggles her close, gently scenting and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It’ll be torture, princess. But I guess your mama is right”

Steve stands and wraps his arms around the alpha and scenting him, “it’ll be fine, then when you’re done. We’ll be here”

Within twenty minutes of being at the school, he’s gained a total of four new members of Hellfire. He ignores their questions and just tells them the time and room before quickly finding Gareth to tell him about it.

“A warning, got new members for Hellfire already. Hope that campaign is big enough to include four new freshmen” he all but whispers against his friend’s ear and laughs hard when he jumps.

Gareth glares, closing his locker, “you’re getting too good at that”

Laughing, Eddie claps his friend on the shoulder, “gotta be quick and quiet when you got a newborn” he whispers again then pulls away, “seriously though, got new blood for hellfire.”

Gareth rolls his eyes and pulled Eddie along with him to their class, “These new blood, got any names?”

Groaning and hitting his forehead, Eddie lets out a frustrated huff, “Didn’t get the names, all freshman though. I think I recognized one of them but I don’t know how, the last year I’ve been busy with Stevie”

“Damn, so it’s a surprise for all of us.” Gareth snorts, “how is Stevie by the way? Haven’t seen either of you for a bit”

That causes Eddie to happily tell Gareth everything he can without letting the big secret slip. Doesn’t hurt that they’re still outcasts and freaks, so everyone ignores them.

The rest of Eddie’s day surprisingly goes by smoothly except for gym when he bumps into Jason Carver, the new it boy of Hawkins High. The younger alpha snaps at him and unoriginally spits at him, “Step away, Freak!”

Currently he’s whistling as he makes his way to the drama room for Hellfire, he’s already planning on cutting the clubs meeting short. He really wants to get back home to Steve and Eleanor.

As he reaches the door he’s surprised to see Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers waiting near the door, he stops short. Clearing his throat, causing both of them to jump.

“Why are you standing outside of the drama room?”

Nancy crosses her arms, “Our brothers said someone invited them to a club, you that someone?”

Then it clicks, why one looked so familiar, “huh, you know you and your brother could pass as twins?”

He doesn’t wait for a comeback and walks into the room not even bothering if they follow him in, he’s surprised to see more than those four he invited. From the looks of it, they’re joined by two girls. The red head looks familiar too, “hello, I see you multiplied”

Gareth snorts and Eddie smiles wide as everyone else is confused, the red head is staring at him like she’s trying to figure something out. The other girl is quietly whispering to Nancy’s brother and the kid with the Weird Al shirt is smiling wide.

“I’m Eddie Munson, welcome to Hellfire. Where we welcome all and everyone who’s a lost sheep in this big bad world called high school” He grins, “I’m usually the DM. But I’ve been a little busy,” that causes Gareth to snort again and he glares over at his friend before turning his attention back to the freshmen, “Gareth is DMing for now, he’s got a whole campaign cooked up already.”

“Munson? Like Wayne Munson?” The redhead cuts in, “I’ve seen you before”

He pauses and looks at her, “how do you know my uncle?”

“I’m his new neighbor,” she then looks between him and the other freshmen, opening then closing her mouth and then shook her head, “anyway, I don’t play your nerd game”

Raising an eyebrow, “then why are you here?”

“You invited the nerds, we tend to stick together”

Nodding, he then looks between the other freshmen and that causes a chain reaction of them introducing themselves.

There’s: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair and then Max Mayfield and lastly Jane Hopper. Only the boys play but apparently they’re a party and never far from each other. And according to Will, their siblings are part of the package.

“Great” he says with a tight smile, “let’s cut today short, I gotta go. We meet every Friday after school, those who want to can play, the rest can hang out”

He doesn’t wait for many replies, and just bursts through the door. Sending a salute to the older Wheeler and Byers before making his way out of the school.

Soo, we jumped around a bit. Just wanted to move things along a bit because I didn’t want to linger on the pregnancy part lol. I hope you’re like me and just…ignores timelines. Because I definitely didn’t consider it whatsoever. Currently it’s September and Eleanor (Steddie’s baby) is a month old. Btw I imagine she has Steve’s nose, Eddie’s face shape, Eddie’s eyes and light brown curls. She’s fucking adorable and has everyone wrapped around her tiny finger already 😌

ANYWAY, Upside Down events: I’m just gonna say I’m completely ignoring it now. Mostly because Steddie’s not involved. If you want you can say it still all happens but they’re just not involved or be like me and think it’s done. This is supposed to be a slice of life fic with honestly no plot just me being sappy with my fav boys.

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mypoisonedvine · 11 months

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idk if u are into this kinda thing but u should write something for a pedro character with a foot fetish 🫣 personally i think either javier or marcus would absolutely worship every part of ur body

ohhh I'm very much into this kind of thing... marcus totally seems like the type (I assume you mean pike not moreno so that's what I went with)

warnings: subby marcus, semi-public/fooling around at work, foot fetish (duh), orgasm control

He should've never said anything about your heels. He realized that now.

"Dominatrix vibes, huh?" you smirked as he felt his face heat up. "Is that a bad thing? Should I grab my tennis shoes from my car?"

"Uh, not necessarily," he replied. "I just meant 'cause they're stilettos and all— and the spikes, I mean, come on. You can't tell me you don't see it."

"No, no, I'm not disagreeing," you assured. "Maybe that's what I was going for."

He swallowed thickly. You were a pretty intense lady, a real go-getter in the office, and that's saying something considering pretty much everyone who works at the FBI is dedicated and serious. You were bordering on uptight, though; you didn't really go out after work, which Marcus resented because he wanted a chance to get to know you better. You didn't joke around with people, you didn't talk about your personal life. So he was just a bit taken aback to see you wearing those shoes— black, shiny stilettos with silver spikes around the pointed toe. He only pointed them about because he thought it might start a conversation, and I suppose in that way, he got what he wanted. But you were looking right through him now and he realized he'd definitely bit off more than he could chew.

"I wear the same thing basically every day," you shrugged, "black slacks, black blazer, white shirt. I think different outfits can be... distracting."

"Those shoes are definitely distracting," he agreed.

"I can tell," you smirked. "Your slacks are giving that away, Pike."

He choked and adjusted himself in his pants as he wiggled around slightly in his desk chair, but it was already too late; he was so gonna get written up for getting a boner at work... "S-sorry," he blurted out, "it's not— sorry— I was just—"

"It's fine," you laughed, "I won't tell. I just think it's funny."

"Yeah," he breathed, trying to figure out what he could possibly say to that. "I guess it is. But you can't tell me you didn't want somebody to notice your shoes."

"Notice? Sure. Get off on? No, that wasn't my plan," you assured with a bit of an eyeroll.

"Woah, woah— nobody's getting off on anything," he defended, "I'm just surprised, is all. Sort of the last thing I expected you to wear."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Whose fault is that?"

You sighed, turning in your swivel chair to face him again. "What do you wanna know about me?" you asked, point-blank.

"Uh..." he hesitated, not sure where to start with that question. "Sort of an... abrupt way to open up, don't you think?"

"I figure once you know me, you'll get over your crush," you explained, "and we can all get back to work."

Thankfully, we all was a pretty small crowd with only you two in this portion of the office— there were other people somewhere in the building, he wasn't sure where and he couldn't possibly think about it now, but for all intents and purposes, you two were alone. That fact dawned on him rather suddenly.

"I don't have a crush, I'm just interested in you," Marcus insisted.

"That's what a crush is," you replied.

"I mean as a person! I'm interested in who you are, I don't mean like... that, really..."

"Uh huh," you agreed, though you didn't seem to believe him. You rolled your chair closer. "Just ask away, I'm an open book."

"Well, okay," Marcus decided, spinning to face you again as well and hoping his tie was long enough when he was sitting to cover the bulge in his pants. "Where did you... grow up?"

"Not far from here," you said quickly. He opened his mouth to say more, but shivered when he felt your shoe brush against his ankle. Oh fuck. "I'll answer before you ask: easy childhood, normal family, my parents are nice, my siblings live far away."

But he was hardly listening— you were running the pointed toe of that heel up his leg, making his jaw drop a bit.

"Keep asking," you ordered.

"Uh," he choked, "do you have any... hobbies?"

"I like going to the movies," you said, planting your foot between his spread legs on the chair, letting the end of the stiletto heel brush his inner thigh as he jumped, "and concerts sometimes."

"Fuck," he breathed before clearing his throat. "Do you like... uh... do you like Indian food?"

"That's your third question?" you raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"I was thinking of taking you out," he said, his eyes glued on the way you teased his thigh with your heel, "for Indian. Would you like that?"

"Oh," you replied, "you were thinking of taking me out. I see. Just that, then— you were thinking of buying me dinner."

"Y-yeah..."

"You weren't thinking about fucking me?"

He whimpered as your shoe pressed up (gently) against the bulge in his slacks, and his hips rocked up against you ever so slightly. "Oh, god—"

"You weren't thinking about bending me over your desk?" you continued, taunting him with a proud grin on your face. You were so fucking pretty, he kept looking back between your face and your heel between his thighs— and that long, gorgeous leg in between, he could see your pantyhose up this close...

"I— I wasn't— I mean—" he stammered.

"Or is that not your thing?" you tilted your head. "Were you wanting it more, like, I'd come up to you and straddle you in that chair and ride you until I was satisfied? Maybe make you eat me out under my desk?"

"Oh, fuck," he gasped as you pressed your shoe harder against him. "I— I never thought about it like that. But I... I am now."

You giggled happily, and the sound made his heart twist. "You seem to like my shoes a lot, Marc, I hope you don't mind if I take them off."

He had to bite his lip when you kicked your heel off and let it fall to the ground, leaving your foot in the skin-tone pantyhose to tickle his leg instead; the shoe was a great visual, don't get me wrong, but feeling you bend and flex your foot, pointing your toes, and seeing that you had your toenails painted with some kind of sparkly polish? It drove him fucking wild.

"Yeah, I don't think you mind."

"I— fuck, angel," he groaned, his head falling back as you pressed your now basically-bare foot against his bulge, your toes tickling his head while your heel put pressure on his aching balls. "Fuck."

"I think you thought about this before," you smirked. "Don't lie to me."

"I did," he admitted, "it's just— that day you wore the stockings with the black line up the back..."

You smiled proudly. "You're a bit of a pervert, aren't you, Pike?"

"I— yeah, I guess so," he panted, starting to grind himself against your foot shamelessly. "But you're the one that wears dominatrix shoes."

You chuckled and bit your lip. "Yeah, that's fair. You know, I think I'll let you take me out for dinner sometime after all."

His eyes opened again and he looked at you. "Really?" he asked.

"If you come in your pants for me, right now."

"Oh, fuck," he grunted, his hands holding on tight to the armrests of his chair.

"You think you can come just from my foot on your dick?"

"P-probably..."

"You're such a naughty boy," you cooed, and he bit his lip.

"I'm— I'm close," he admitted quietly, jumping slightly when you moved your foot down so your toes could tickle his tightened balls. "Shit, angel, m'gonna— yeah, I'll come. Fuck."

"Mm, good— I like when you're obedient," you decided. "Good behavior gets you far with me. Just do what you're told and you'll get what you want, got it?"

"Yes— yes ma'am..."

You grinned and rubbed your foot harder against him. "Come, Marcus."

He winced, hissing through his teeth, and a second later he was over the edge— his cock flexed against your foot and hot, sticky come flooded his boxers. His flushed face was twisted in pleasure, and he heard you hum in delight as he relaxed in his chair with the last pump of come leaving his balls.

"Good job," you praised, though your voice was still stern; he reached down and rested his hand on your leg, grasping your foot briefly before running his fingers up your stocking-clad skin.

"That was... Jesus," he choked. "Was that just to get back at me for saying you had on dominatrix shoes?"

"Not just that," you giggled. "Besides, you're wearing submissive bitch boy shoes."

He looked at his oxfords and back up at you. "What? How?"

You shrugged. "Just because you're wearing them."

As if you hadn't embarrassed him enough already. Not that he was complaining.

"Now get back to work," you sighed, pulling your foot away and slipping effortlessly back into your heels; you turned away from him again and tapped at your keyboard to get your computer awake again. "You can take me out Friday night."

"O-okay," he nodded, awkwardly clearing his throat and preparing to pretend to work for the rest of the day— because obviously, he was not going to be productive whatsoever.

#30k sleepover #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike smut #gahdamn this was fun #request

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Tender | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader with chronic fatigue

✦ word count— 3.6k

✦ summary— snippets of life with chronic fatigue while dating Damian.

✦ warnings— light angst, depictions of chronic illness/disability, mentions of food, nudity implied in a non-sexual context, mentions of meds and doctors, fluff.

✦ author's note— this fic was comissioned through donation.

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Rain hadn't made its appearance this month; worrisome for a city like Gotham where rain seemed to be a permanent fixture.

You couldn't remember a night without rain in the past three years, or such a hot morning for that matter. So this was a first in a long time, therefore you were somewhat unprepared.

It was your fault for not checking the weather app the night before and it was the climate's fault for not giving you a truce. Although if you were to go there, we all knew the actual people responsible for the changing climate — for most problems, to an extent.

You left the bed slowly, trying not to make noise. Damian was awake already, probably training, yet you didn't want him to know you were too.

His help was always welcomed, and treasured, and he gave it with joy and ease. You hadn't imagined he would be as thoughtful or patient — you knew him to be kind, definitely nicer than he pretended to be, but this was different.

He took it so seriously, too, consulting people whose actual job was to be caregivers had been his first move and you were a tad ashamed to admit it shocked you. A part of you had wanted him to do it, but you expected him to simply read a book and go from there. And read he did, but he didn't stop there; you didn't understand how at the time.

You understood why: he loved you. But the how was elusive with everything he had on his shoulders. It would have been so easy for him to simply pay somebody to take care of you and go on with his routine, but it seemed that the thought never crossed his mind.

Showers were a little easier now that you lived with him and got to use a bigger bathroom. You tried not to rely on the shower bench too much in the mornings, partially scared you would get sleepy too early.

Damian was back from training by the time you were about to choose a pair of shoes. His hair was damp and apart from his shoe-less feet, he was ready for work too.

"You should still take a jacket."

"I hate carrying things around."

He pinched his nose. "I will take it with me, then." At your questioning look, he added, "I will be picking you up from work today."

"You don't have to. Caroline likes driving me home."

Caroline was your favorite coworker and it wasn't just because she would eat lunch with you and drive you home from work. She was just pleasant to be around, never overbearing when it came to your symptoms, and the only one who kindly woke you up after your scheduled naps.

Damian sat next to you on the grey loveseat. He picked up the top you had decided against and folded it, something you had never been able to do without a surface. "I just want you to be ready for Friday."

"I am ready, Damian."

"Fine." He leaned to kiss the side of your head.

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You sometimes wondered if driving was really all that fulfilling. It seemed stressful from the passenger seat. Or maybe those were your nerves speaking.

Turns out you weren't ready for your medical appointment on Friday.

"Do you want me to go in there with you?"

"I think so."

You knew how lucky you were that you had a partner who was willing to do this, somebody who cleared his schedule for your comfort. Damian must have been aware that doctors took him more seriously than they did you, or that they only believed the things you said once he corroborated them or added more details.

He opened the door for you and offered his hand to help you out of the car. You took it without a second thought, not trusting yourself or the wonky pavement underneath.

Damian rested his hand on your lower back, steadying you as your wobbly legs carried you into the building.

Bouts of pain generally made their appearance when you had appointments. Out of stress, the doctor explained. It made sense, but along came drowsiness and you wished you could simply skip one appointment or two from time to time.

Of course you never said as much. It would be pointless, honestly; Damian would simply force the doctor to see you at home and the same stress, drowsiness, and overall tiredness would keep their chokehold on you.

You always spoke more when Damian was there, and when you struggled to remember something, he filled in the blanks. He carried your tracker with him, and the diary he had started on his own for good measure. The doctor always asked if he was taking care of himself too — you used to hate the question, seeing it as a reminder that you didn't really do a good job taking care of him in comparison to what he did for you; it took a long tearful conversation with Damian for you to understand he would always ask for attention if you weren't doing a good job at providing it.

"We have different needs," he had said in that incredibly infuriating yet attractive matter-of-fact tone of his.

The elevator traveled up smoothly, barely rattling when it landed on your floor. Damian let you out first and as quickly as you crossed the doors, his hand was already back on your body. It was almost a reflex of his, he did it even when you weren't in pain, a simple 'I'm here'.

You sighed in relief as you kicked your shoes off. As comfortable as they were, they were still restricting. Damian put the keys on the console table and before you could sit on the bench next to the table, he wrapped an arm around you and coaxed you into your shared bedroom.

The sheets had been changed that morning. The faint aroma of fabric softener lingered just enough to avoid a headache. Your sleeping clothes were neatly folded on the bench in front of the bed, with the basket Damian always kept full of snacks and where he hid notes for you to find.

His notes varied from encouraging words to doodles. with fragments of poems in between both extremes. You had taken the habit of texting short messages to him in return, sometimes silly things when you knew he would have a stressful day; other times reminders of how much loved him.

Your text chain would be incomprehensible for anybody but yourselves. You liked them. You liked that despite everything, you had that silly thing to laugh about, something mundane just for you and him.

Eyeing the clothes, you twisted your mouth. Your back was killing you. "Would you... help me?"

Damian dropped his cell phone onto the bedside table, still unlocked, white glare signaling he was in the middle of drafting an e-mail. "Hold onto something."

You did so, letting him take care of the rest. Not only did he take your pants off, which was the most painful part of getting changed this particular day, but guided your legs into a pair of cotton sleeping shorts one by one. You didn't even ask him help with your top yet Damian gently sat you on the bed and instructed you to lift your arms so you could wear your matching set.

Both of you undid the bed, he let you arrange your pillows to your need and only went back to pick his cell phone back up once you assured him you were comfortable. He handed you the remote, placed a bottle of water near you, and sat on his desk chair to continue whatever it was he was doing.

Your eyes grew heavy about 10 minutes into an episode of a show you started the past week. You had hoped you would hold on a little longer, maybe until Damian had to go.

"I will be back soon," Damian announced softly, prescription in his hand. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Some kind of dessert?"

He approached the bed. You braced yourself for a chastising reminder that you ate too much sugar sometimes. Damian leaned in and kissed your temple. "Take a nap, beloved, get some rest. I will wake you up when it's time for dinner."

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Some days, a dull ache woke you up, and trying to move became a whole odyssey. Breathing exercises worked well enough to give you the drive to try it again, but that didn’t mean you were always successful.

Others, you left the bed just fine just to find yourself needing to lay down an hour or so into your day.

Today, the sun was up in full, threading into the bedroom through the only slither left by the curtains. You had already texted your boss earlier to let them know you couldn’t go to work. You didn’t know if they had answered already or not.

You could hear pencil against paper, meaning Damian was sketching near the window.

“You’ll be late,” you reminded him.

He didn’t stop sketching as he answered, "I’m not going. My girlfriend is more important than a stupid meeting."

“Bruce—”

The mention of his father made him sigh, interrupting you. “He wishes for you to feel better soon.”

You grumbled. Both of them were as stubborn and you weren't about to waste your energy on fighting either of them right now.

“Do you want to change position?”

“I want to pee.”

Damian dropped the sketchbook and the pencil onto the sofa and walked toward the bed. Wordlessly, he helped you up and off the mattress.

You slowly made it to the bathroom, turning the light on just to be sure you wouldn't fall.

“Don’t close the door.”

“I know, Dami.” You had been here many times before. He was always helpful, if not a little overbearing when it came to movement which you understood and often made things genuinely bearable.

Back on the bed, you drank water from your bottle.

Damian gave you that look that meant he wanted to say something yet knew it wasn't the time. You decided not to ask and laid down once again.

He handed you the remote in case you wanted to watch something, but the only thing you wanted was to sleep for a day or two.

Such an urge wasn't new, but you were kind enough to yourself not to ignore it when you could barely leave the bed.

"You should eat something."

There it was.

"Later," you pleaded.

You could almost hear him deflate. Still, Damian kissed your cheek and went back to the sofa, letting you try and get some sleep.

He would insist again later, no matter what you did, and you would probably get away with just having a smoothie. But you kept that to yourself, not only needing sleep out of tiredness but as a manner to pass the time.

Damian knew as much, he also knew there was nothing more he could do right now to help so he and his stubbornness focused on the sketch and only paused to watch you breathe.

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Panic coiled in Damian's stomach. Waking up to an empty bed at 5:00 in the morning was not only uncommon and worrisome, but one of his worst nightmares.

He always feared you would wander around the condo in the middle of the night only to fall asleep in an uncomfortable place or position, perhaps in pain, or both.

He padded his way along the hallway and checked the home office first. Your untouched desk, still donning the big water bottle he got you so you wouldn't use homework as an excuse for dehydration, wasn't as good of a sign as he hoped.

You weren't in any of the other bedrooms, nor the training room. He considered calling your parents, and as if you had visited them in the middle of the night; it wasn't insane to think you would miss your family. Yet his stomach sunk at the mere thought.

Had he done something wrong? Everything had been just fine before he left for patrol, you had even joked you would be awake waiting for him this time even though both of you knew you wouldn't last more than needed. He never expected such things from you, he didn't need them, a part of him didn't even want them because they would mean putting your health in jeopardy.

Damian found you in the kitchen. Sat on your stool, with your head tilted to the side and your mouth half-open, you read something on your phone.

He cleared his throat, but it didn't have its intended effect and you jumped. Your tired eyes bore into his and Damian almost sighed out of relief.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"It's Nicole's birthday."

He hummed. "You told me yesterday."

"I'm making her a cake. We have everything I need. Well, that's not true, but I can order everything else when the store opens and—" you interrupted yourself, frowning. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. "What?"

Inhaling deeply, he leaned his elbows on the island. Your eyes were on him and he would rather die than admit he was scared of upsetting you. He should have been past it, but he didn't know what to do sometimes. He couldn't simply forbid you from doing things, no matter how easy it might have made some situations in the long run.

"Wouldn't it be too extraneous?"

"Damian." Your 'are you fucking kidding me?' tone did nothing to placate him. "We have a stand mixer."

Right. The bulky ugly thing in the corner. He didn't mind having appliances on the countertops, no matter how bad they looked, it made things easier for you and that was all that mattered. He just specifically found the stand-mixer ugly.

"Just don't lift the bowl," he said, doing his best to not sound defeated. Your face lit up like a child who had just gotten just what they wanted for their birthday. "Call me when you're about to pour the batter. I'll do it."

Damian heard you opening and closing drawers and cupboards as he trained and although he paid more attention to the changing sounds than to what he was doing, he ended up drenched in sweat.

On his way to take a shower, he caught a snippet of the song you were humming as you moved around the kitchen and he could only hope your good spirit could last at least until noon.

The difficult parts never bothered him, nor doing the bulk of the work around the place. It wasn't like he did everything, the cleaning service came three times a week and you always left things as tidy as possible. But even if he had to do it all, he wouldn't be bothered.

He felt normal like this, useful. He liked doing things for you just like he had liked doing things for his mother when he was a child. Back then he thought that was what a man was supposed to do, protect, and provide to an extent. He didn't seek gender affirmation anymore, and he knew now he hadn't done anything for his mother out of a manly instinct; he simply loved her.

Much like he loved you albeit in a different way. Damian couldn't fathom himself without loving you, without being there for you. He had been born to fight and he had been reborn to care for you.

It wasn't always easy, he was the first to admit it. He didn't know what it was like to be in your shoes, he had no idea the kind of pain you were in or how heavy the fatigue you had to bear on your shoulders felt. He just hated that he couldn't take any of it away, that as much help as he could give, there should have been something more to do.

He grew tired sometimes. And you were oh so sweet about it, telling him to get some rest, pretending you didn't need help to get out of bed in the middle of the night just so he would go back to sleep. But Damian only slept well when you were comfortable, when things were normal to the standards you both had accorded.

At first, he had planned on being as strict as possible, to take care of everything so you wouldn't have to do anything. It didn't last. He couldn't live with the guilt that washed over him every time your face fell when he stopped you from doing something.

Learning to compromise had been the hardest thing he had done. And now here he was, about to bake a cake with you because it was your best friend's birthday.

He would do anything you asked him. It was a well-known fact about him. That meant indulging you sometimes, accepting things his brain told him weren't a good idea.

The loud stand-mixer greeted him back into the kitchen. You had a spatula in your hand, attention solely on the rotating flat beater.

"What were you going to do if I weren't here?"

You didn't speak until the mix was fully incorporated and the mixer was off. "Use a spoon."

"A spoon."

"Yes. Scoop little by little..."

He chuckled. "You are precious."

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"Take a break."

Damian had already walked away from you when you lifted your head to face the doorway. It wasn't an uncommon interaction. If you could call it as such.

Before you could even think to stand up, he was back with an unbreakable glass full of water. He set it on your desk, knowing full well you got nervous when people handed you things.

"I'm never finishing this," you sighed in frustration.

He stared at you, then at the glass. Once you picked the glass up and took a sip, he spoke, "Is it too difficult?"

"I can't focus. I'm not even halfway into the stupid paper, but I feel weird."

"Weird?"

"Like there's static in my head."

He nodded as though he understood. You both knew he didn't, not really.

"When is it due?"

"Monday."

You knew what he was thinking, 'What kind of professor would ever do that?' and the answer was quite simple: your least favorite professor.

Instead of asking anything about the awful faculty member of your college, he said, "We could do it this weekend."

"I'm not letting you do my homework."

"I have no intentions of doing your homework. I will help you focus, you will do it yourself."

"I had plans for our weekend."

He looked at you as though you had grown a second head. Plans weren't really a thing for both of you, not in the strict sense — a routine was needed, and medical appointments were non-negotiable, but apart from that, the mere idea of making plans was avoided.

"That movie you said looked interesting is on VOD. I thought we could watch it."

He visibly relaxed. Crisis averted. "We can watch it once your homework is done."

"You have things to do at night."

"Before patrol, beloved." Damian put his hand on your shoulder, leaning into your personal space to rest his head on top of yours as he continued making plans, "We will do your homework then take a nap, have lunch, watch the movie..."

You welcomed his touch, pressing your back to the chair just to have him a little closer. "Yeah?"

He hummed, nuzzling into your hair. "It will be a good weekend."

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Damian ignored your greeting as he crossed the bedroom to enter the bathroom. You heard the water running and decided to let it go, going back to the notes you had taken earlier. You had a note-taking system now, after many trials and errors, but that didn't mean things always stuck.

In all honesty, you were doing your best not to fall asleep. Between the sound of the water and the cozy blankets you were under, the words started to jumble. Your heavy eyes were begging to close and you almost gave in, but the bathroom door opened and Damian caught your attention again.

He sat on the bed, glanced at your notes, then turned to the side to put his phone to charge.

"Bad day?"

"Terrible."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He laid on his back, facing the ceiling.

You couldn't help the sigh that escaped you. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Just be here."

You removed your notes from the bed. "I'm here."

He shifted to rest his head on your shoulder. The conversation was over. The awareness that came with living with him was different from anything you had experienced before, and his vulnerability was different than anyone else's.

You didn't think he was scared of it, not when it came to you, but he wasn't fond of it either. It wasn't difficult to see why. But you liked how it manifested, almost as second nature.

You almost cried the first time he swallowed his pride and admitted he couldn't understand what you were going through. He saw it, he paid attention to it, but he couldn't feel it. And it was so worth it, enough for you to understand truly what you meant to him.

If Damian was somebody else, or if he loved you any less, that would have been the first and the last time he admitted to not knowing everything.

You took his hand, bringing it close to your face. You kissed his bruised knuckles, careful not to move the bandage.

He sighed. Damian shuffled on the bed to lay on his side, head on your shoulder as he let you hold his hand for as long as you wanted.

Putting your free hand on the back of his head, you buried your fingers into his damp hair. He nuzzled into you, barely humming to assure you he was comfortable.

For the first time in your entire relationship, he fell asleep before you.

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It’s 1959, and Hob Gadling is working at a London auction house, amazing his colleagues with his uncanny knowledge of art and artifacts from the 14th century on. When he gets the assignment to catalogue a family library at a place called Fawney Rig, he looks forward to a working vacation in the country. What he finds is a house with a preternatural chill where odd disturbances happen daily, an ornate carved door with a secret clearly hidden behind it, and visions of his mysterious stranger every time he turns around. Heather Says: I honestly love this ship. The fairy tale elements combined with the very compelling idea that in another universe much like this one, Hob Gadling ends up saving Dream from his glass prison made for some truly great fiction.

5. Dawnshot Through the Heart by @sirnotappearinginthisblog | Wax&Wayne series | Wax/Wayne | WIP | 80k

Ten years ago, Wayne fled instead of letting himself get arrested for murder. He’s been an outlaw ever since, keeping one step ahead of the lawkeepers who want him dead or alive—especially Dawnshot. But his luck was bound to run out eventually, and he knows how it always ends for the Bad Guys in stories. Heather Says: I think that this is the only WIP on here but I cannot rightfully leave it off because I LOVED this fic this year. I love the Mistborn series, but I've never really sought out fic for it before. This one though, this one found me. The writing is SUPERB and I wish it was a bigger fandom because it deserves so much love, you guys. It's so so so good. I love Wax and Wayne's dynamic in the series. They're great. But also- what if they had an enemies to lovers thing going on that turned poly? WHAT IF?!

6. One Size Fits All by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 65k

Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn't mean to get Eddie's ring stuck on his finger, and it's definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions. Heather Says: This is not the last time that you will see this author or this ship on this list. I really would have thought that Steddie would have crept out of my brain right now, but NOPE. And part of that is because every couple weeks entanglednow drops an absolute BANGER of a fic that obliterates my brain for anything else.

7. you are spring by @wildehacked | Supernatural | Castiel/Dean | 20k

God makes a wish. His parents work some things out. Heather Says: I got very close to leaving this one off the list, not because it wasn't good or that it wasn't one of my top 25 but purely because I've been out of the Supernatural fandom for so many years. I mean, c'mon. I didn't watch the last FIVE seasons. However, getting to follow along wildehacked's rewatch journey on twitter was a blast from the past and then THIS lovely shining fic that they churned out lured me back in for one last nibble at this ship that took over my life for the better part of a decade. It is so incredibly amazing and since I never finished the series, I will happily go on pretending that this is how it ended.

8. Interim by starkraving | BotW/TOtK | Ganondorf/Link/Zelda | 95k

She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She'll never have any peace now. Heather Says: This fic. THIS FIC. Is so richly built. Is so intoxicating. It leans into found family. You spend chapter after chapter watching Zelda and Link traverse Hyrule with the hot Gerudo that they met along the way after the events of the first game. And it is so fucking compelling. Honestly, while I'm happy that they smooched, I would have been completely fine reading another 100k of just these three wandering Hyrule together, being absolute goblins. 10 out 10, will read again.

9. one hundred years past by tciddaemina | BotW/TotK | Ganondorf/Link | 38k

Link wakes up a century early. It changes everything. Heather Says: Can you tell that playing Tears of the Kingdom left me desperately thirsty for any and all Ganondorf content this summer? I'm a sucker for all sides of the poly triforce but I'll admit that Ganondorf and Link scratches that enemies to lovers itch PERFECTLY if it's done well. And this one is done well.

10. Step Right Up by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k

Steve had mostly given up on trying to meet anyone new after everything, but it's been six months and his friends had started giving him pointed nudges to get out there again. Heather Says: Told you it wouldn't be the last you saw of entanglednow. I actually think that this might be my favorite fic that they've written? Which is saying a lot because I will scream it to the rafters that any Steddie fan should read their fic. But this is FUN HOUSE MIRROR MAZE and MISTAKEN IDENTITY KISSING. Guys, I have no chill about this fic. I have no chill about Steve's hands in Eddie's hair, or the sounds that he makes, or the smell of strawberry. It is just so so good.

11. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 35k

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth. Heather Says: I genuinely do not think that I have words for this one. It is one of those all encompassing fics that sucks you in and just won't spit you out again. It hurts, an ache just under the breastbone. But god, it's so beautiful.

12. Fight Night by @rlnerdgirl | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 12k

Stiles starts fighting in college. He doesn't tell anyone. Heather Says: There are three...? Yeah, three Teen Wolf fics on this list. Three. Like it's 2015 again. Like my brain broke and time went ticking all the way back to when I was ridiculously invested in these characters. But honestly? All three Teen Wolf fics on this list are incredibly therapeutic. They get to be the ending for me instead of whatever clusterfuck good ole Jeff tried to pull. This one in particular is fantastic because it's canon-divergence after SEASON one. Yes, we have Erica and Boyd. Yes, Stiles is BAMF. It's a good read.

13. strange fear i ain’t felt for years by Sister | Batman | Tim/Jason | 31k

“Can’t believe a pretty thing like you has to come begging to the Red Hood,” he says against Tim’s neck. “Thought they’d be lining up down the block for you. Thought Daddy would need to get the shotgun.” Heather Says: Oh look, another ship and fandom that I was only peripherally aware of that had me in a chokehold for a good month and a half. I don't even like DC that much.

14. Silver-Tongue by starkraving | Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/Karlach | 9k

Astarion fast-talks an abnormal number of enemies into killing themselves in the shadow-cursed lands and the team makes idle (then less idle) conversation about it. Heather Says: Okay, so I STILL have not finished this game. I have however very carefully consumed as much content as I can get my hands on without being completely and totally spoiled. This was the first fic that I really loved in this fandom. It's no surprise that I ship Astarion happily with everyone, but damn is he good with Karlach in this one. Their characterization is perfect.

15. A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 86k

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life. Heather Says: Honestly? What can I say about this one? It has 19,000 kudos despite being published last June. It's on a ridiculous number of collection/rec lists. The tension is exquisite. The found family? Even better.

16. Phantom of Truth by Haiju | Danny Phantom | Maddie Fenton & Danny Fenton | 58k

Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her sole object of study, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself. Heather Says: Oh look, another fandom that I have never ever been a part of. I saw this REALLY NEAT and angsty tiktok (tw for ghosty gore) and basically immediately was sucked into a show that I've never even watched before. The comments lead me to this fic which is perfectly gen, angsty, and honestly absolutely perfect. I cannot get over how much I loved this.

17. Manacled by senlinyu | Harry Potter | Draco/Hermione | 370k

Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Heather Says: I did the thing. I read the incredibly dark fic that I've been avoiding since 2018. I typically steer-clear of anything that is overly bleak and I do not tiptoe into non-con waters often. But one of our groomsmen who isn't even involved with fandom read this so that his girlfriend would watch Star Wars with him and then spent a good portion of a Halloween party talking it up. So I gave it a shot. Over all, it is too bleak for me. That said, I finished it in a weekend. I loved it. I hated it. I wish I'd broken it up over a longer period of time because the emotional bleed off of it was intense.

18. Ready for Love by @idiopathicsmile | Singin in the Rain | Cosmo/Kathy/Don | 12k

Don and Kathy would move in together. They would have a dog or two and then inevitably, a small parade of adorable little brats who would call him Uncle Cosmo, and they would spend less and less time with him, not on purpose but busy with the rest of their lives, and ultimately Cosmo would learn to make his peace with it because he’d have no other choice and he would have to try to move on and not live too much in his memories. He could picture it so clearly, he figured if the songwriting gig with Monumental didn’t pan out, he could always return to the backwater circuit with a new act: The Amazing Cosmo of the Cosmos—ladies and gentlemen, he sees the future, he reads the stars, he silently pines for his best married pal and all the while tap dancing! Don and Kathy inviting him along on their honeymoon, though—that part was a surprise. Heather Says: I LOVE this movie. It is one of my biggest comfort movies. I watch it to feel happy. I watch it when I'm sad. And I have always shipped these three but NEVER read fic for it. And honestly? I'm glad I waited for a good fic to find me because this one was perfect.

19. A Series of Forgettable Events by @trensu | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 27k

Steve wanted to be a dad more than anything. Unfortunately, he was a single dude in his thirties which meant no adoption agency in the world was willing to give him a chance. Or at least no human adoption agency. Heather Says: Honestly just a delightful little jaunt in a world where Steve wants to be a dad, Eddie is a very overprotective siren, and the kids are, well. Little horrors. I love it. There's a sequel now which I am very patiently waiting to read it until I am less busy in RL.

20. the dry sand of daylight by @andthepeople | Inception | Arthur/Eames | 15k

Arthur is married to Eames for the better part of a decade. Then he wakes up. Heather Says: This fic left me ACHING for the Inception fandom circa 2010-2012. When livejournal was still a thing and the fandom community was alive and thriving. It is so achingly tender and perfect. I had forgotten how much I loved them.

21. brutalist masterpieces by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 12k

Ten years on, in a town in Nova Scotia, on the edge of the Atlantic, Eddie finds Steve again, and also maybe himself. Heather Says: Maybe that's my thing this year. Achingly sweet tender pieces that leave you reeling in the aftermath. This fic is SO incredibly beautiful.

22. What Made Milwaukee Famous by synthetica | Danny Phantom | Vlad/Danny | 30k

Ten years after establishing a tenuous truce, Danny crash-lands at Vlad's Milwaukee lakehouse with a particularly nasty wound, three days recovery time, and absolutely nothing to do but talk to his long-lost archnemesis. Heather Says: I'm told that this is something of a rarepair. However, from the limited information that I have from the series I can say with full certainty that two ghostly beings locked for years as enemies growing up and meeting in the middle? Fully my thing.

23. then now and always by @raisesomehale | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 13k

Stiles is stuck. Stiles is stuck in the fucking snow in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere at night with a broken down car three days before Christmas, and the nearest tow truck company—over fifty miles away—doesn’t open until morning. Heather Says: And here we have the promised third Teen Wolf fic, the most cathartic of the bunch. I am so so sweet on future fic particularly in this fandom with missed chances. And this one is just so syrupy sweet. It's winter! There's horses! Derek's an alpha! They smooch. Anyway, this is how I cope with a series finale that didn't happen and a movie that doesn't exist.

24. Terminus by @rcmclachlan | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 4k

"Keep me here," he begs against Mobius's lips. "You must keep me here." Heather Says: What do you mean you didn't spend all three replays of the Loki series finale weeping into a pillow? What do you mean you didn't spend the next few days trying to find the perfect coda? What do you mean that you didn't find this fic and positively expire from the sheer fucking tenderness in Mobius' voice? What do you mean? What. do you. mean? Anyway, I know I'm not supposed to have number one favorites. This list exists because I cannot condense it further than 25. But guys, this was my favorite fic this year.

25. Eye Of The Beholder by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 22k

Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town. Heather Says: And to round it out, another Steddie. This one with sexy photos. The tension is killer.

#heather says what #top 25 #year in review #fic recs #recommendations #2023 #new year's memes #teen wolf #stranger things #loki #inception #supernatural #danny phantom #dc #harry potter

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Log of the Multiverse: Cross and XChara

Cross and XChara (usually referred to as just "Chara") both hail from Xtale, an au that's fallen into ruin ever since the creator, XGaster, was contained.

I was shocked to find out that the creator was one of the characters in their universe, but Ink told me he was a false creator, as he was merely a puppet to the true creator that lies beyond our realm and comprehension. It's like how a meta character in a piece of fiction can be written to act "aware", but it's still being written by somebody. Ain't that weird?

Don't think about that for too long.

So Xtale was kinda an empty void after XGaster was taken care of—that's the fault of Cross who killed like, all of his friends (but xpapyrus was the one who killed basically everyone else. GEEZ i couldn't imagine my brother killing a fly! hurting a fly definitely. but killing?? yeesh) and then absorbed xfrisk's soul because he thought he'd be able to OVERWRITE (<- a mechanic their world has where you can basically do whatever the hell you want, or something) his world turned out he couldn't do that sooo.

yeah he was NOT happy about losing his world (and somewhat playing a part in its downfall)

and also xchara's linked to frisk's soul for some reason. so he kinda just had xchara haunting him for awhile.

Luckily! Ink, Dream and I were able to help Cross cope through his loss!

It took so much time. like so much.

He eventually came to accept his world would never come back, but he got an idea. Since his universe couldn't be repaired to what it was before, why not create something new? Of course he couldn't create new people but after learning there were more people that have lost their homes like him (and me) he thought: why not make this place a safe haven for people like him?

Ink encouraged him. He was Very enthusiastic about it actually, he even helped with decorating the place (as in he painted every building. and all the scenery).

Of course, Cross isn't like Dream and Ink, who can sense negativity or when someone's world is destroyed, so those two tend to give him a heads up on where to go (or they just drop people off themselves)

At first we've just been calling it "Xtale" but obviously the place has changed drastically so we decided to call it something else.

unfortunately somehow all of us (even the ARTIST) weren't able to come up with that creative of a name and settled for calling it "the hub"

Now, I didn't forget about XChara, they were getting tired of having to haunt Cross all the time, so I decided to take up a little project.

And by me, I mean I asked Alphys (from a post-pacifist undertale au, we're buddies. yes i'm allowed to be friends with her because they're no longer following the game's script) to help me make a robot body. i made a prototype that ended up being completely non-functional. so alphys kindly made a complete one that WAS functional for me. even though i insisted she didn't need to do that but she said she enjoyed doing it and that i would've popped blood vessels i didn't have if i kept trying to make one (she's right. i was never that big of an engineer)

so the hard part was separating cross and chara. except it WASNT because their souls are WEIRD and i literally just wrenched their pieces apart like lego pieces it was crazy. unfortunately they still only have half of each of their souls. but hey, they can live just fine like that! they're just not as strong as they would be.

well, mainly in cross's case. chara has a cool robot body now that's loaded with defense.

So anyway, yeah! That's about it.

Pretty happy outcome for these guys, despite all the hardships of course.

But I heard from Ink, in this other multiverse this thing called the "X-Event" occurs. It sounded pretty rough from what I remember. But fortunately our Ink isn't like the one in that multiverse! He's too much of a softy

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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Dethentines 2024 Day 5

In the style of a romance novel

So, uh, because I'm not a reader of romantic novels @mirrorshards suggested I use a manga for today which I thought was better for me because I'm infinitely more knowledgeable in that field. That said, she still ended up helping me choose a title...

And like that, have a Skwistok version of the BL Therapy Game. This entry is a little more suggestive than the others, so take that as a warning. It was definitely challenging to adapt this story to these two for a handful of reasons but I think I managed! So, here we go~

Skwisgaar was used to messing around.

With women, with men, it was all the same to him. None of them really meant anything to him besides temporary fun and a good distraction.

And so, he didn’t think of anything different when this guy Toki walked around, weeping about his girlfriend who dumped him for somebody else. He was drinking his heart away for different reasons, anyway. His best friend and companion, the guitar, didn’t want to hang out with him these days.

Not that this guy would understand.

“Ahhh!!” Toki cried into his hands. “Linda, whys…you ams- hic- you ams the love of my lives…”

“T’ere, t’ere…” Pickles patted his back sympathetically while giving his friends a look.

Toki tried to reach for a half-empty bottle of Red Label, but Nathan grabbed it before he did. “I think you’ve drunk enough, buddy.”

“No ways!” Toki exclaimed, barely able to keep his body straight. “I wants to…I wants to drinks untils I die!”

“He’sch way over the line.” Murderface said with crossed arms and disdain on his face.

“Ja…” Skwisgaar agreed. “He shouldks probables gets goings.”

His three friends stared at him while Toki kept rambling like a drunkard.

“Whats?” Skwisgaar was confused.

“Well…” Pickles glanced to the side.

“You brought him over to us.” Nathan said, eyelids heavy but still stoic.

“Whats?!”

“Yeah!” Murderface pointed accusingly. “Thisch isch your fault!”

“Are you fuckings-”

“Whats ams you alls talkings abouts?!” Toki cried. “Nothings- hic- matters! Nothings matters but Lindas!” He threw his hands into the air. “Oh, Lindas, why!”

“God damns it…” Skwisgaar pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Lindaaaaaa…”

“‘S okey, Toki.” Pickles rubbed his back. “Skwisgaar will teik you home, right, Skwisgaar?”

“Fucks you.” Skwisgaar whispered to his friend. “Fines!” He slung Toki’s arm around his shoulder and picked him up. “Let’s goes home, cries babies.”

“Have fahn! But not too much fahn!”

“Yeah, definitely not too much fun.”

“Eschpeschially not too much fun.”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes as he carried the babbling Toki away. Why did he have to take care of the idiot?!

–

At the end, Toki was so incoherent that Skwisgaar had to drop him at a hotel, because he didn’t remember his address. He was feeling a little sorry for him, though, so he watched over him until he stopped weeping against the pillow. This wasn’t the first time he had looked after a drunk person, anyway.

“Dids you calms down alreadies?” He asked, when Toki was staring at the ceiling silently. “I wants to goes home, you knows?”

Toki glanced at him, blinking. “Ams you?”

“Heugh?”

“You saids you was sads about de guitars…”

Skwisgaar was surprised Toki had remembered it in his state, but he shrugged it off. “Pfft, dat ams a differents kinds of lonelies nest.”

A grin spread across Toki’s face as he dragged Skwisgaar closer with his legs.

“W-Whats?” Skwisgaar asked in confusion, only now realizing how strong Toki was.

“Lonelies nest ams still lonelies.” He said before wrapping his arms around Skwisgaar. “Soes you gets a hugs.” His hand patted the back of Skwisgaar’s head.

“Eugh, lets goes…” Skwisgaar grumbled though he didn’t actually move away. “We amsn’t even friends…”

“We ams friends nows…” Toki squeezed him by the waist, his lips brushing with Skwisgaar’s ear dangerously. “Rights?” He whispered.

Surprised, Skwisgaar pulled away. Toki’s expression had abruptly changed, from friendly and innocent to dark and suggestive.

“Heys…” He cupped Skwisgaar’s face sweetly. “It ams fines to wants to be spoileds, you knows?”

What…?

In slow motion, Toki’s eyelids fell shut and his face began to grow closer. It’s not like Skwisgaar wasn’t used to being hit on by strangers constantly…

Wasn’t he straight though?

“You ams too drunks…” He tried to resist but Toki’s grip on him didn’t relent. Reluctantly, Skwisgaar let their lips meet and it was like a surgeon of electricity spread inside his entire body, shocking him.

Bewitched, Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki’s neck, giving into it. He had never experienced such enticing tenderness before and he was swiftly growing addicted to it. Toki’s hands, lips, eyes on him…

Even if he had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

He never wanted Toki to let him go now.

–

“Sorries…” Toki apologized the morning after. “I acts stupids sometimes when Is drunks…I don’ts remembers anythings…”

Skwisgaar was baffled. Seriously? The one time sex felt meaningful for him, the other party didn’t even remember it?

What kind of sick joke was that?

He cleared his throat. “I sees…” He said, unclasping his black leather choker from his neck. “You was pretties wasteds last nights soes…”

“Ja…” Toki seemed genuinely apologetic. “I never learns…”

“It amsnt your faults.” Skwisgaar gently grabbed him by the wrists and Toki looked up. “You gots brokeneds hearts.”

Toki’s eyes had a glimmer of hope. “Soes your forgives-”

“Hows ever.” Skwisgaar interrupted him, blue eyes piercing into blue. “Ams not letting last nights turns into nothingks.” With one smooth movement, he straddled Toki’s naked torso.

“W-Whats?” Toki’s eyes widened.

“You don’ts remembers?” Skwisgaar leaned towards him. “Dat ams fine. Alls makes you remembers…” He began undoing the button of Toki’s pants.

“Waits a minutes-”

“Nice and slows…” Skwisgaar continued, his fingers trailing along the zipper.

“I-I don’t wants to!” The panic was beginning to show in Toki’s face.

Skwisgaar smirked. “So you gets to takes advantages of someones and then refuse to acks knowledge? Dat amsn’t nice.”

“Dat’s not-” When Skwisgaar was about to shove a hand inside, he yelled. “Stops!”

It took a few seconds for Skwisgaar to figure he had fallen out of the bed and that the flashing pain on his stomach was from being kicked by Toki’s feet.

“Eugh…what ams you a monsters…” He groaned, doubling over.

Toki rolled to his side and stood up, a look of disappointment in his face. “Ams you always likes dis?” His breathing was visibly hitched. “Always being doings whats you wants? Beings spoileds?”

Skwisgaar squinted. “Whats?”

With barely any effort, Toki untied the choker from his wrists and threw it on the bed. “I thoughts we coulds be pals, but you ams a jerks.” He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door before turning back. “And you ams gonna be all alones your holes lives!” The door was slammed behind him.

Stunned, Skwisgaar sat up. Did that crybaby runt just walk out on him?

–

“Fuckings dildos! Who ams he? What ams he- What de fucks!” Skwisgaar slammed his glass against the counter. “I hates him!”

“Dood, Skwisgaar, he was a guy mournin’ his girlfriend. Why did you even lay your hands on him?” Pickles took a sip of his bottle. “We told ya naht to have too much fahn with him.”

“I didn’ts-”

“Yeah, Skwisgaar, he was obviously straight.” Nathan added. “You gotta raise your standards, dude.”

“I wasn’ts-”

“Not everyone isch gay, Schkwisgaar.” Murderface said. “You schould remember that, I mean, you’re friensch with me and I’m not gay. I love ladiesch and titsch.”

They all went silent.

“Anyways, I didn’t starts anythingks, okeis?” Skwisgaar said. “He ams de ones whats jumps at my arms and has his ways wif mes. Ams innocents dis times.”

“This time…” Pickles rolled his eyes. “How many times have ye been tha one on tha other side of this cahnundrum, huh?”

“Yeah, why are you suddenly mad about this? You’re always breaking people’s hearts.”

“Eugh…”

“You’re a fucking schlut isch what you are!”

Skwisgaar buried his head in his arms. This was the opposite from being encouraging, they were just dogpiling on him.

“Just forget about tha dood. You’ll find someone new in no tahm. In fact, by tonight, even.” After a moment, Pickles added. “Guess there’s really people even Skwisgaar can’t seduce, huh.”

“He went too far.” Nathan agreed.

“Too smug.” Pickles continued.

“Too arrogant!” Murderface finished.

“Alrights, you know whats?” Skwisgaar sat straight, suddenly determined. “Dats it, alls does it!”

The other three stared at him like he was insane. “Do whet?” Pickles asked.

“Ams gonna makes dat stupid straights guys falls for me.” He raised his glass, smirking. “And dens alls breaks his hearts. Dat will teaches hims, nobody messes with Skwisgaar.”

While Nathan and Murderface shook his head in disapproval, Pickles snuck a hand inside his packet. “Well, I wasn’t gonna tell ye but if ye’re so hellbent on acting stoopid…” When he pulled out his hand, there was some sort of card on it. “He dropped this yesterday, mind givin’ it beck?”

Skwisgaar grabbed the card and inspected it closely, smiling when he recognized the item. It was Toki’s ID.

Perfect.

#dethentines #dethentines2024 #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #my writing #tw suggestive #tw alcohol #no beta we die like men etc #therapy game #no fr this time I JUST finished this and i need to go buy groceries #so sorry for any potential mistakes lol

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