#i would come over and see her all sad and dirty and wash her and love on her

[azrielsdove]

Ive really been loving all that you post. I've had this idea rattling in my head. It's a Azriel x best friend Reader. Where their friendship has mostly been platonic. Azriel and Elain were an item before she eventually left him for lucien, causing Azriel to spiral outta control. Azriels getting blackout drunk like every night, crying his eyes out saying how much he loved Elain, getting into fights hes just a mess and although readers there helping him shes fucking hurt that her friends suffering. I picture reader coming to help Azriel again one night dressed really nice and drop dead gorgeous, shes getting him into bed or whatever and hes just staring at her, like really looking at her. The bond snaps for him that instant and hes taking her in and asks her why are u wearing a gown? And she tells him she was on a date with Eris but ended it early to come help him. Breaks his fucking heart that shes dating someone (Especially Eris) but he then realizes shes always been there by his side. I imagine her not knowing about the bond or ignoring it cuz she just can't be Azriels 2nd choice ( but also cant hurt him) when shes been there the whole time and she feels she deserves someone who actually loves her not just cuz the mother said they should be together. Angst with maybe open ending? Or sad ending idk. Lol. Happy ending? I cant chooose. Lol.

Dearest Friend: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Brief Mentions of Violence

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You sighed deeply, knowing it was going to be another long night with your dearest friend. You hated that Azriel was hurting, but you were growing tired of the constant drinking and fighting. You dragged the large male out of the alley you found him in, calling out to Rhys to send someone to check on whoever he had been pummeling to a pulp when you found him.

“M’fine,” Azriel grumbled, pushing himself off of you to stumble down the road.

“I know you are. I am just helping,” you explained, used to the difficult task of getting him home. You brought him to the townhouse, as he was in no state to fly the two of you up to the House if Wind. He got angry when he was here, remembering the early stages of his feelings for Elain.

“I want to go home,” he protested, stopping in the doorway. You grabbed his hands and pulled him gently inside, shutting the door behind him.

“We can go home tomorrow, Az. Tonight we are going to stay here, closer to the ground.” He mumbled under his breath something about hating you and this place, but you just rolled your eyes and continued pulling him up to the room he typically stayed in.

You felt an air of sadness wash over you, looking to see Azriel staring at a door near the end of the hall. You knew that was Elain’s old room, before she moved to the River House with Rhys and Feyre. You reached up and placed a hand on his face, prompting him to look at you. “She’s not here,” you soothed, heart breaking at the anguish in his eyes. He nodded, head leaning into the touch of your hand. “Come on.”

You brought him into his room, sliding off his dirty clothes. He didn’t fight you as you slid warm, clean sleepwear onto him, the anger exhausted for the night. You pulled the blankets over him and tucked him in, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “Get some sleep, Az.”

His hand on your arm stopped you, the pleading look in his eyes already telling you what he wanted. “Stay,” he whispered, pulling you down next to him. You took in a deep breath before sliding under the blankets with him, allowing him to hold you close. You had been sleeping like this a lot lately, your back pressed tight to his chest while he held you like you were his lifeline.

You wish he knew how true that was.

You had learned the shove the pull of the mating bond down long ago, realizing that Azriel would likely never feel it. The two of you had been friends for a few hundred years, and he had never made any inclination that he knew in all that time.

He pushed closer to you, burying his face in your hair. “Why wasn’t I enough for her?” Your heart broke just a little more, understanding the feeling all too well. You ran your fingers over his hands, shushing him.

“Enough of that, Az. She has a mate, that wasn’t a bond you could fight with. It has nothing to do with you.” You felt like you had said the same things over and over, constantly reassuring your friend that he did nothing wrong. Elain had tried to fight the bond with Lucien, making her own choice to go after Azriel. Unfortunately, the Mother creates bonds for a reason and even Azriel wasn’t enough to keep her from her mate.

Your countless failed relationships proved that as well.

“I wish she had been my mate,” he mumbled, sleep beginning to take over. You ignored the pain in your chest at his words, knowing he had no idea his mate was here in his arms. His mate he had no interest in.

“Go to sleep, Az.”

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You smiled at the male across from you, raising your glass to your lips. With the now-accepted mating bond between Lucien and Elain, along with a growing alliance with the Autumn Court, Eris had taken to visiting Velaris often. You had arrived at the River House to ask about the male Azriel had attacked a few nights prior, not knowing he was there. You couldn’t deny the slight uptick of your heart whenever you saw him.

He had asked you to accompany him out to dinner that night, an invitation you gladly accepted. For the first time the attention of another male overrode the underlying pull of the mating bond. You had rushed off to get ready, forgetting the reason you even went over there.

Perhaps it was foolish, agreeing to a date with the Autumn Prince. You were tired of being alone, tired of waiting for the bond that will never snap for your mate. Eris was handsome, charming, and kept your attention full on him. You’d never met anyone quite like that.

“You look,” he spoke, surveying you over his whiskey glass, “divine.” You couldn’t hide the slight blush at his words, heat coursing through you. No other male had ever been able to affect you with such few words.

“I’m sure no different than the ladies you court in Autumn,” you responded, a teasing lilt to your voice. Eris chuckled, sipping his drink.

“Truth be told, I cant say i’ve ever had the interest in courting any of them.” You swore your heart stopped, mind going temporarily blank. “No one has ever caught my attention quite like you did.” He was looking at your curiously, as if trying to find some invisible string that tied you to him.

“I could say the same about you,” you got out, taking a mildly too large drink. Eris smiled back,

opening his mouth to say more when Cassian burst into the restaurant. He caught sight of you immediately, striding over to the table.

“He’s bad. He won’t accept any of us, he’s requesting you.” He looked apologetic, awkwardly glancing between you and Eris. You sighed, unable to hide the slow anger rising in you.

“Fine. Where is he?” You asked, standing from the table. You looked over to Eris, halfway ready to tell Azriel to screw himself so you could stay here. “Im so sorry. Our friend is…not well,” you explained, knowing he already knew the situation.

“Of course,” he said, waving you to go. “I just expect you to take me on an extravagant make-up date when he’s better.” The wink he gave you had color racing up your neck, a small smile on your lips.

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Cass brought you to the townhouse, a sure sign that Azriel was wasted again. “I didn’t want to interrupt your date,” he began, “but he’s losing it in there. Crying and screaming about Elain, destroying everything he can get his hands on. Rhys can’t even get into his mind to calm him down.” You knew how dire this situation must be if Rhys was willing to infiltrate his friends mind without consent. You prepared yourself as the door opened, peering in to the damage he had caused.

It was bad. Very, very bad.

“Az?” You called out, stepping into the ruined home. “Are you in here?” You heard a low sob from the living room, turning to Cassian behind you. “You should stay out here, for now. I’ll yell if I need you.” He agreed, willing to do anything you thought may help his brother.

You made your way into the living room, finishing Azriel tucked into the farthest corner. His shadows were going wild, racing around the room in a chaotic show. You carefully walked over to him, being sure to not trip on any of the debris. You knelt down in front of him, running your hands up and down his arms.

“Hey, Az. I’m here now. What do you need?” Your words were quiet, soothing. He slowly lifted his head off his knees, eyes bloodshot. You clicked your tongue at the deep circles under them, the sunken skin of his cheeks. He was destroying himself.

“Let me help you up to bed, okay? I’ll bring you water, do you want me to send Cassian to pick up some food?” He shook his head as you pulled him up, looking almost small. You gently lead him upstairs, an area he had thankfully stayed out of during his rampage. You once again changed his clothes and tucked him into bed, heading downstairs to get him a glass of water.

You opened the front door to see Cassian sitting on the steps, waiting for you. “He’s in bed,” you said as he stood, “you are good to go. I’ll stay with him.” Cassian nodded, shifting on his feet.

“I’m sorry again. We may have had disagreements in the past, but Eris is proving to be a decent guy. I think he’d be good for you.” Your heart fluttered at his words, that small smile coming back onto your face.

“Yes, well, I suppose we will see.” He bid you goodnight and you closed the door, locking it behind you. You retrieved the glass for Az, bringing it up to him.

“Drink,” you commanded, pushing the water in his hands. He did so greedily, needing the cool liquid after his actions that night. You took the empty

glass from him, setting it on the nightstand. “Anything else?” You asked, voice missing the normal warmth it had when he was in this state.

Azriel looked at you closely, eyes slowly taking in your appearance. “You look…nice.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yes, thanks for noticing. Are you good?” You were growing impatient.

“Why are you wearing that?” His question held a small tone of accusation, clearly unhappy that you were out while he was struggling.

“Honestly Azriel, do you take me as your mother? I was on a date, a very lovely night until you had to ruin it.” You couldn’t help the anger pushing out of you, years of being there for him piling up inside you.

“A date? With who?” He sneered, focused on the elegant but tight dress you had on.

“If you must know, I was with Eris. Now, do you need anything else?” You stared him down, focusing every emotion into that gaze. He began to shake his head, body suddenly stilling.

“Azriel?” Your anger began to be replaced by concern, the unblinking look on his face scaring you.

“You’re my mate.”

Oh. That. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you at the injustice of it all. Centuries you longed after him, dreaming of this very moment. The very night your heart begins to long for another, the bond snaps.

Snaps while he’s drunk due to thoughts of another lover.

He states you down, unsure as to your laughter. “Azriel,” you sighed, “I know. I’ve known.”

He stood off the bed, the sudden realization sobering him. “This is great! You are my mate! This whole time, you’ve been right in front of me.” He raised a hand to your face, brushing your hair back lovingly. “My dearest friend, my mate.”

It was too much. You pushed back from him, shaking your head. “No, Azriel.”

“No?”

“I won’t be your second choice. Not when I have finally found someone I could be happy with, without the thought of you ruining it.” Your eyes filled with tears when you looked up at him. “You don’t want me, Az. You want her. You said it yourself, you wished she was your mate.”

His eyebrows furrowed, shadows becoming agitated again. “No that’s not what I meant, I-“

You cut him off. “Stop, Azriel. In the hundreds of years we’ve been friends, you’ve never once treated me as more than. You don’t want me, not like that. You never have.” Your heart squeezed tight at the devestaed look on his face.

“You can’t reject me,” he said, voice quiet.

You ran your hands over your face, a frustrated groan falling from you. “I’m not. I just don’t think this is truly what you want.” You looked up at him, standing tall. “I need you to want me for me, not because the bond has told you to.”

His shadows were swirling around, staying far away from you. The anger and hurt in his face broke you, but you stood strong. You would not be with a male you loved so deeply if he could not love you the same.

“Goodnight, Az,” you said, leaving his room and the destroyed townhouse before you broke any further.

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I hope you like this!! I left the ending open, I feel like I always do HEAs so I wanted to try not not resolve the issue yet 🫣. Let me know what you think and thank you so much for liking my writing enough to request something ❤️

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[chaengluva]

Birthday

Regina x Fem!Reader: 1.5k Words Masterlist

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Regina George was panicking.

She had to last a whole day pretending that she forgot about your birthday then rush home without you, set up everything, invite everyone over, then convince you to come over to her house, she knew it was going to be hard especially pretending to forget, she told everyone else to pretend that they forget too, which she will know will be hard for you but it will be worth it by night time.

Meanwhile, at your house, you woke up happily because you knew it was your birthday and you couldn't wait to see your girlfriend, you excitingly got out of bed and changed into light wash denim jeans a pink tank top and a black leather jacket, well it was really Regina's but she hasn't noticed.

You happily walk downstairs and you're instantly greeted by your parents,  "Happy Birthday!" They both say, giving you a hug, "I can't believe you're 18 already!" Your Mom says, pulling away from the hug, "Time flies." Your Dad smiles, they both tell you to sit on the couch then leave, a few minutes later they come back holding a few presents. You take the card first,  smiling while reading the whole thing. 

After you read the card you place it down and pick up one of your presents, you take a small box and carefully open it, your eyes go wide when you see it's from Tiffany and Co, you open the box and gasp at the beautiful necklace inside, "Thank you so much!" You smile, your parents smile back at you, taking a few pictures.

You open almost everything, all except for one present, your Mom said that you have to open that one later which leaves you a bit curious. You go to the kitchen, getting some breakfast. "Got any plans tonight?" Your Dad as you eat your cereal. You nod your head smiling, "Yeah, Regina and I have a date." Your Dad smirks slightly, "Well have fun!" You smile at his excitement, you put your dirty bowl in the dishwasher then rush outside to the car with your Mom, she usually drops you to school on her way to work. 

"Have a good day baby!" Your Mom says, you smile back at her, opening the door then walking into school, it was tiring walking around the whole school before you finally found your girlfriend, she was sitting with her friends Gretchen and Karen, they were talking their asses off, as they always do. You happily sat next to Regina, smiling when you saw how her eyes lit up when she saw you. 

"Hi baby." She smiled, pulling you in for a kiss, you smiled back at her, waiting for her to say something but it never came, the silence was loud and Regina knew she would accidently say something so she changed the topic. "Is that my jacket?!" She asked, with a jokey hint of annoyance. You smiled proudly, nodding your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, "Yeah." 

There was another moment of silence, but this one lasted longer, it lasted until the bell rang and you were starting to get annoyed. When the bell rang you got up and headed to home room without a word, Regina sighed, looking at her friends, she was already feeling extremely guiltily, "Regina, It's okay, It's gonna be worth it." Gretchen told her, giving Regina some comfort.

 Thinking that your girlfriend had forgotten your birthday mad you feel annoyed and sad but it didn't help that no one else remembered, the whole feeling made you space out in each class and you didn't hear the bell ring for lunch. "Y/n!" You heard someone yell loudly, you look up and see Janis, waving her hand in front of you. You smile at her, grabbing your stuff and leaving the classroom without another word. 

You see your girlfriend and her friends sitting at their unassigned assigned table, you hope that she had remembered by now so you grab your tray of food and  walk towards the table, but hope is all drained out when you hear what they were talking about. "We can do it tonight." You hear Karen say, "Tonight?" You question, sitting down on the table Regina looks into your eyes, smiling before saying, "Me and the girls are doing a project tonight." Pulling you in for a kiss right after, you quickly pull away, "But I thought we were hanging out tonight." Regina giggles slightly, "Why would you assume that?"

You look down, playing with your fingers, "Oh. No reason." You say sadly, Regina just goes to to talk with Gretchen and Regina while all you feel is empty inside, you want to get up and leave but your body doesn't let you, for the whole lunch you sit there, you don't even touch your food. When the bell rings, once again you get up without a word, when your out of sight Regina let's out a huge sigh of relief , knowing she's got past the hardest part. 

The rest of the day felt like a blur to you, the only thing that you felt like doing was going home and crying, the fact that no one remembered your birthday expect for your parents broke your heart. As soon as the last period bell rang, you rushed out of the school making sure not to even interact with Regina, you saw her and her friends outside by her car which made you roll your eyes, you hoped on the bus, putting your headphones in and then headed home. 

When you got home you fell on your bed you wanted to cry to hard but the tears never fell, you remember that you went all out for Regina's 18th birthday, but she can't even remember yours. The bedroom door opened at your Dad gasped in shock, "I thought you were going out.." He started, sympathy in his voice. "Yeah I did too, but Regina didn't remember my birthday." He sighed sadly, "I'm sorry baby, do you want to have some cake with your mother and I?" You shake your head, "I'm not really in the mood right now."

He nods, closing the door then walking downstairs, smiling at your Mom, knowing that you had no idea what was going on, yes, Regina got your parents in on it, so they knew Regina didn't actually forget.  A few minutes after  your dad left you felt your phone vibrating, you pulled it out and rolled your eyes seeing it was from Regina, but there was small hope in you that she finally remembered, so you answer. "Hi Gina." you smile. 

"Hi Princess." She says, making you blush, as mad as you are at her, she still has an effect on you. "Anyway so me and the girls want to go out, I need the jacket for my outfit so could you please drop it off." You sigh sadly, you had your hopes way to high, "Oh. Um. Yeah sure."  You say, quickly hanging up before she could say anything. 

You grab your keys then go downstairs, you tell your parents that you're going to Regina's to drop off something, they nod with slight smiles on their faces. You get to her house and walk up the stairs, you ring the door bell and just wait for her to answer. After what felt like hours, she opens the door, "Thanks baby." She smiles, kissing your lips, but you don't kiss back, you look behind her and see that it's very dark inside, you're curious so you step inside making Regina smirk and close the door behind you. 

For a few seconds it's quiet but then the lights turn on and everyone jumps out, all your friends and family were there and you had the best reaction on your face, the whole house was decorated and a few minutes later your parents walked in. "You'd really think I'd forget princess?" Regina asks, wrapping her arms around your waist, you giggle, she gives you a bag, you open it up and gasp seeing the prettiest dress inside. "Go and get changed baby." 

You rush on upstairs to her room, getting changed quickly, everyone goes quiet when you walk downstairs, you look breath-taking, Regina takes your hand and pulls you over to the couch, pulling out the gift that your parents had earlier, the one they said you had to open later, "Your Mom made this for you." 

You open the present, you smile brightly seeing that it's a photobook of all your years, you slowly go through it and Regina takes a few photos so she has them to keep, she smiles seeing when she started to come in, which was when you were about 14, the two of you were so young and clueless of where you would be today.

The party was amazing, Regina got you so many expensive and heartfelt gifts, you also got a few gifts from the other guests, when everyone left, you and Regina went up to her room, you change into her hoodie and sweats then jump on the bed. Regina gets on the bed, placing a hand under the hoodie you a wearing, touching your bare waist. She leans in, lips close hover above your hear, "Ready for your last present baby?" 

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#regina george x reader #Regina george 2024 #regina george #gxg #mean girls 2024 #reneé rapp #wlw #lesbian #mean girls #fluff #janis imi'ike #gretchen wieners #karen shetty

[crashandlivewrites]

ber i'm sad and insecure :( i'm begging you for fluff about simon holding reader and reminding her that he thinks she's so pretty :(( calls her "lovie" and praises her a whole lot. that would heal me <3

Of course my darling <33 anything for my cherry 🍒

CW: talks of insecurity and negative self talk, tender fluff and love

Lying in bed, you were curled into a ball, exhaustion taking hold of your body despite feeling that you hadn’t really done all the much today to warrant feeling so drained. The mental list of chores you had been planning to do went unchecked, leaving even more to do tomorrow, yet you couldn’t stomach the thought of dragging yourself out of bed.

Your ears perked as you heard the front door click and you shot upwards, realising your boyfriend had been due home today and you hadn’t done anything to prepare for it.

“No no no no…” You cursed at yourself for being lazy, for not being aware of the day, for not paying attention, for every tiny little detail you felt you could criticise yourself on as you ran around the room, picking up dirty, discarded clothing that hadn’t yet made it to the laundry. Stepping into the bathroom, you shoved as much of the washing you could into the hamper as the door was pushed open and Simon walked into the bedroom.

“Lovie, you home?” He called softly, his heavy footfalls stepping closer.

“Just in here,” you called, stepping quickly out of the bathroom, almost running head first into his solid chest.

“Hey, there’s my pretty lady.” Tapping his finger on the underside of your chin, he encouraged your head to tilt up, making your eyes meet. You immediately saw the drop in his expression and couldn’t help the shame that filled you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t realise what day it was. I haven’t done what I was supposed to but I plan on doing it tomorrow, I promise. I just…” You trailed off as his hand tipped your head up once again.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” He asked softly. Your expression was tight, pinched in confusion as you shrugged helplessly. “You don’t know? Just haven’t been feeling good?”

You shook your head, eyes still glancing away from his, worried you were going to find disappointment and disapproval in them.

“Look at me.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he tapped your cheek. Swallowing, you finally gained the courage to look into his eyes, seeing nothing but worry and care for you. “Whats going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart? You sounded alright on the phone a few days ago.”

“I don’t know.” You answered, just as quietly. “It just all crept up on me.” Simon hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling your body into his chest. A hand carded through your hair, brushing gently through the strands as he stood there, breathing slowly and deeply.

“You know I’m always here. Whatever you need, right?” He said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know. But you’ve got so much on your plate that I don’t—”

“No. Please, lovie.” He tugged you over to the bed where he sat down, looking up at you standing between his legs. His hands ran down your arms, fingers trailing soothingly along your skin until he reached your hands, lacing his fingers through yours.

“I know what you’re like when you get into your head. Don’t shut me out. Let me help you, please.”

“You already do enough for me.” You shake your head, but the furrow of his brows stops you from making any further complaints.

“I always want to do more for you.” He whispered, sliding a hand up the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. “It doesn’t matter to me what you have or haven’t done round the place. You’re here. That’s what matters to me. You sit here and you wait for me to come home. That means more to me than anything.”

You swallowed, struggling to look into his eyes as the emotion of the last few days threatened to rear its ugly head and spill over your cheeks. He cooed softly, caressing your face as he pulls you onto the bed, lying down so you were facing each other.

“I haven’t washed the sheets, Si.” You murmured. His brows furrowed and he shrugged.

“So, they smell like you, why would I want them washed? Coming back home to a place that looks, feels, and smells like you, my pretty little thing, is a dream. Especially because I know when I’m gone, you sleep on my side.”

Your face flushes as he guesses correctly and you make a whining noise of protest, pushing against him playfully. Simon sighed, one arm hooked under the pillow his head was resting on, and the other was gliding tentatively over your shoulder.

“You mean the world to me, lovie. You don’t need to face everything by yourself. It hurts me when I see you like this. Next time, you promise to let me know, let me in so I can help?” His voice was sincere as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yes Simon. I promise.” You whispered. His lips spread into a tired smile.

“Then come here. I’ve had a long few days and don’t plan on leaving this bed at all tomorrow. Just wanna cuddle with my pretty girl all day.”

“What about all the—”

“Nothing else matters but me and you, got it?”

“I got it, Simon.”

Remember: you’re loved and appreciated no matter what. Take care of yourself and also don’t beat yourself up if you didn’t achieve everything you wanted to

#crash’s ask box #crash writes #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

[auteurdelabre]

Please Mister Miller? Part 4 Mean!Joelxf!Reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni

summary: after your last interlude with Joel you told him that you owe him one... Today he comes to collect.

warnings/tags: Infidelity, Unprotected p in v, oral sex [m and f receiving], Mean Joel, Dirty Talk, almost caught, voyeurism, Riding Cowgirl, exhibitionism, nicknames (good girl, slut)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: Y'all, I did a filthy PWP one-shot and I got comments requesting it be a series and because I can’t deny ya’ll anything, here’s some more filth that I'm still shocked I wrote. Comments and the like really make my day.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Lights with Mister Miller

"You gotta tell them about Charlie," you tell Sarah as you start folding your clothes into your suitcase. You're leaving in a couple days, much to your chagrin. You don't know how you're going to go back to life without Joel and this illicit game you’ve been playing.

"I can't," Sarah says quietly, leaning against her bed frame. "He's like six years older than me. My dad'll freak."

You fight to hold back a laugh.

"But you like him."

"I really do.”  Sarah gives a sad sigh, eyes downcast. "But I know my dad won't like him. Won't think he's good enough for me because he didn't finish college." 

"I don't think that your dad would be that unfair."

"You don't know my dad," Sarah says with a sad smile. "He can be pretty harsh."

You think of Joel's hand on your ass, of him fucking brutally into your mouth and this time a giggle does bubble forth from your lips.  Sarah quirks a brow at you.

"What?"

"You’re a grown woman," you tell her, trying to tamp down your grin. "And you're scared of telling your daddy you have a boyfriend."

"I'm not scared," Sarah insists. "It's just... I don't wanna disappoint him."

"I get that," you say honestly. "But Sarah I don't think he's the kind of dad that would be like that."

No, in your mind Joel Miller is the type that kissed scraped knees and played tea party. The kind of dad who Sarah could call if a party went too late or she felt lonely during her freshmen year. 

"Maybe you're right," Sarah relents. 

You roll your freshly washed socks into a ball, tucking them into the corner of your bag. You think of his mouth between your legs yesterday and feel your entire body prickling with desire.

You owe him one. 

You can't stop thinking about that. You owe Joel one and he all but agreed. He also called you baby last time.

The thought makes you feel heady, your nipples constantly tightening when he enters a room. Your pussy flooding when he nods at you in the hallway. 

You haven't been able to be alone with him for days. Sarah is always around or if she's gone its Tess. Your vacation is almost over and you're fucking aching for him. 

So when Sarah goes to see her secret boyfriend and you see Joel standing in the kitchen with his muscled arms crossed over his chest you can't help but brush up against him, ass dragging against his front pretending it's necessary in order to slide by him. Joel stiffens, sweeping a hand over his mouth.

"Can't behave for one afternoon."

"C'mon now," you say, grinning up at him. "Do you really like it when I behave, Mister Miller?"

You're being playful, but the darkening of his eyes makes butterflies begin in your tummy. 

You go to grab a mug of coffee, noticing Tess working outside on the deck, her hands digging through tangled Christmas lights. You give a friendly wave that she returns before she's turned back to digging in the lights box.

You jolt, almost spilling your coffee when you feel Joel's calloused hand snaking up your shirt, coming to cup a breast, fingers rolling the nipple.  

"You never wear a bra," he breathes against your ear. 

"Not here," you confess leaning back into his embrace. "I like how hard you get when they bounce for you."

Joel gives a quiet groan. 

"Wanna see 'em."

"What? Now?" Your eyes blow wide and you step back from him, nipples hard and jutting through your t-shirt. 

"She's organizin' the lights outside," Joel murmurs, his dark eyes taking in your thin t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. "Can't see anything behind the island."

You glance over your shoulder to see that Tess is still turned away from you, untangling lights. Joel's breathing is coming out more shallow, the pink in his cheeks returning. He’s got that hungry look in his eyes that makes you wet just to see.

"You owe me one," Joel says as he tugs you by the wrist to him. "Remember? Said you'd be a good girl and let me fuck you anywhere. N'I wanna fuck your mouth right here."

"It's too dangerous," you whisper, feeling anxiety bloom in you for the first time since you started all of this. "We'll be caught."

"Thought that's what you liked," Joel murmurs. He glances to make sure Tess is still distracted before his hand is on your shoulder, pressing down gently.

"Now be a good girl for me and get on your knees."

He's rock hard through his jeans, his body like a furnace. You think of denying him but you have to admit that the risk is what makes this so hot. 

You slide to your knees between he and the kitchen island, your hands going to his zipper. He stands there watching you, dark eyes taking in everything. You pause, hearing Tess move outside.

"Keep goin'," he drawls, eyes on the window. "She's still just untanglin'." 

You pull him from his jeans, hard and already a bead of precome waits for you. You swipe your tongue along the head, swallowing the salty taste. 

"You taste so good, Mister Miller," you whisper up at him. Joel shivers, teeth clenched as you stare up at him. 

"Lemme see those tits," he rasps roughly. 

You grin, pulling the fabric up and letting your tits spill out beneath your tight shirt. They hang there, nipples tight and puckered. 

"Touch 'em." 

You cup them, kneeling there against the island. You stare up at him, beaming as you do. 

"Dirty girl on her knees, tits out for me," Joel mumbles, eyes glittering. "So eager to have me fuck her mouth."

You nod, eyes bright. All of a sudden Joel's attention is outside and you see him smiling. 

"Nice job, baby."

"You like em?" Tess' voice is muffled through the glass. 

"They're perfect."

Tess rustles something outside and Joel takes this opportunity to grip his thick member in his broad hand. He guides it to your mouth, dragging it along your cheek, smearing precome along in some debauched glossy trail. 

He drags it along your lower lip, mouth parted in anticipation. 

"Tongue."

You let your tongue hang out obediently for him. He grunts gently as he taps his heavy cock against it before withdrawing, tracing along your lips luridly. You whimper softly as he teases you. 

"Please can I have it in my mouth?"

"You think you deserve it?"

"Uh huh," you nod. "Remember how good it felt in your bed? Fucking my mouth then?"

Joel stiffens, cock pulsing against your lips. He's waiting for you to make the next move, but you want him to do it. That way he's choosing it. 

"Did it turn you on that I did it in the bed you share with your wife?" You ask sweetly, tongue coming to lick a gentle line along the head. "Or was it that it was a college girl who you filled with your cock?"

"The fucking mouth on you," Joel growls. And before you can do anything more he's hooked his finger along your bottom teeth and forced your jaw open. He thrusts his cock into your mouth, groaning softly as he hits the back of your throat. 

Suddenly his hands are on the counter and his voice is controlled, soft even. 

"Those ones might need to be replaced."

"I thought we could get those led ones people are talking about," Tess observes through the glass.

You pull off of him, nervous that she'll see your bobbing head. Terrified she'll catch you with a mouthful of her husband's fat cock. 

"That could look good but they'll be a little less warm in color," Joel offers, hips shifting. 

"Yeah but they'd save a lot of energy."

You think that Joel will wait until the boring conversation is over, but no. His left hand drifts under the counter casually and comes to the back of your head, urging you forward to swallow his cock again. 

If you’re caught it's all his fault. 

You do so without question, starting to suck. Satisfied, Joel's hand goes back onto the counter, folded with the other one. He looks contemplative as he listens to Tess observe the merits of LED lights.

"That's my good girl," Joel murmurs, eyes on the window as he nods at Tess but speaks to you. "You take it deep, wanna feel it in your throat." 

You take more of him into your mouth, hearing as his hands go to grip the edge of the counter. He can't thrust, it would be too obvious. But he wants to, you can feel it. 

He pulls back after a moment, looking down with a pinched expression. 

"Stop," he growls. "She's coming to the back door."

You feel him tense, his voice loud so that Tess can hear outside, so close to coming in the sliding door. From that angle she can see more of the island. You wonder if she can catch a glimpse of Joel's cock hanging outside his jeans, achingly stiff and glossy with your spit. 

"There's some dead bulbs near the... Yeah, you see em?" Joel asks voice a little tight. "I can get some new ones tomorrow. Can you gather those ones up baby?"

Tess is saying something back but it's muffled from the glass. She and Joel continue their conversation but all you can focus on is Joel's cock still wet with your saliva inches from your mouth. 

It's not fair that you should have to wait. Your lower lip grazes the tip and you feel him jerk. His left hand comes under the counter to wave you away. 

"Yeah I'll go to the store tomorrow," Joel says to Tess. "Sarah's friend said she had to mail some stuff off so I'll take her and maybe she can help me find a new set."

"Good idea."

You feel your eyes blowing wide. Joel is actually making excuses to be alone with you? Fuck you're so turned on at the thought. 

Your face darts forward to take him into your mouth, drooling out the corners. He shudders, hips canting towards you briefly. 

"Mhmm," Joel groans. "I like the colorful sets."

His hand is back under the island, gripping your chin and urging it to open further, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. Tess must be turned away because he looks down at you. He groans when he sees you there on your knees, mouth stuffed full of him, tits hanging out. 

"Dirty girl," Joel murmurs, catching himself before he starts to ramble. "You wet?"

You give a muffled yes, your mouth stretched wide to fit all of him. 

"Knew you would be. Go on and play with your pussy while you suck me off," Joel murmurs. He's surprised when you shake your head and he pulls his cock from your mouth. 

"Wanna this to be about you," you explain, tongue flattening to lick him like a dripping popsicle. "You took care of me yesterday. Just wanna make you come, Mister Miller."

"Jesus," Joel whistles. "Where the fuck did you come from?" 

You blush under his heated gaze. He widens his stance, face twisted in amusement.

"Go on then." 

You're about to when something occurs to you and you press a kiss to the rosy head of Joel's weeping cock. 

"Your wife do this for you?" You ask, curious, dragging your lower lip along the head as Joel shivers. "She swallow your cock? You come in her mouth?"

Joel shakes his head sharply, frowning. Now you know why he's so obsessed with getting his cock sucked. He doesn't get any. You lick the underside, tongue twisting over the ridges as Joel’s eyelids flutter. 

"You eat her pussy like you ate mine yesterday, Mister Miller?"

Joel flushes, shaking his head again, this time looking chagrined. 

"Then you really have no one to blame but yourself," you tell him, mouth curving around the head. 

You'll never understand men who complain about not getting head when they never give it. If he hadn't made you come on his tongue twice yesterday you'd consider letting him hang there hard and unfulfilled. 

"You're good at eating pussy," you tell him. "Should show your wife what she's been missing."

He goes to say something but you've begun taking him all into your mouth again, your tongue warm and wet. His hips try to remain still, but they feel loose as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him. 

"Fuck, my good girl knows how to suck cock so well," Joel murmurs, eyes growing heavy lidded.

You smile around his cock, living for the way he's starting to sound drunk. His words thick in his mouth, his body loose. You can tell he's feeling good, he's getting close. Your hand goes to the front of his jeans, holding the denim under your grip and bobbing your head.

"What about these ones?" Tess asks through the glass and you can see the lights blink on and off, reflected against Joel's white shirt. 

"Those look so good," Joel slurs. "So good, baby." 

He's so close. You can hear it in his voice, in the clenching of his thighs. You bring your hand to the base of his cock and begin stroking him as you suck. 

"Okay I think I'm almost done," Tess says cheerfully from outside. "Just one more strand. Whadda ya think of these ones, Joel?"

She must hold them to the window at the same time your tongue flicks the head of his cock lightly, a moan escaping you when you feel Joel's cock twitch in your mouth. 

"Fuck yeah," Joel groans out. 

You feel him spill into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm spend. He's nodding at Tess, hips shifting to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Joel exclaims, slamming his hand against the counter as he comes. "That's exactly what I wanted."

You swallow every drop, mouth curling into a smile that he doesn't see. He's smiling at his giggling wife and you're shocked when you feel a stab of jealousy go through you at the sight. 

"I've never seen you get so into lights before."

"They look so good," Joel punches out as you lick him clean. "I love ‘em."

"Well I love you, Joel."

You frown, eyes downcast as they speak sweetly to one another through the window. For some reason this doesn't feel as fun as before. 

You wait for Joel to put himself back into his jeans and for Tess to turn away before you scurry away back to the guest room. 

///

You tell Sarah you're concerned that you're coming down with a cold and stay in the guest room for the rest of the day. You just don't want to have to look at Joel and Tess, to see the way he gazes at her. 

Sarah comes by to check on you a few times, concerned. She tells you about her time with Charlie and how they're so in love. Seems everyone is so in love these days.

You have a long, warm shower and crawl into bed, hair still damp. You read your shitty romance novel that you bought for the trip and you eventually fall asleep.

You wake up what must be hours later considering how dry your hair is. There's a gentle creaking and low voices coming from the room next door.

Joel's room. 

You can't help but be intrigued. Their bedroom has been very quiet since you arrived. You roll over closer to the wall, pressing your ear there and holding your breath. 

You hear it, the unmistakable sound of Joel's groans, but muffled as he kisses his wife. 

"Shhh," Tess giggles breathlessly through the wall. "Sarah's friend will hear!"

"Nah she won't," Joel rumbles. "These walls are thick. 'Sides, she's asleep."

You hold your breath, eyes wide in the darkness. You listen to them kiss for what feels like forever, prickles of jealousy stabbing you all over. You listen as he fingers her to climax and you feel your thighs tightening, pressing together a slick accumulates there. 

You think you'll manage. You think it's possible that this will be over soon but then there's a new sound. A wet, kissing sound but Tess is mewling, her voice high and reedy.

"Joel... Your tongue!"

He's going down on her. Just like you told him to.

Tess is whimpering his name, trying to be quiet. But you're bed is pressed against the wall tight. You hear every gasp, every moan every shudder as she begs him to go faster.

"Patience, baby.”

At the sound of Joel's voice low and syrupy your fingers thrust under your sleep shorts, sliding along your slippery clit. You arch immediately, ear pressed tightly to the wall. 

"Why have we never done this before?" She cries out, breathless. "Feels so fucking good."

"Dunno," comes Joel's rumbled response. Then he must be licking and sucking because Tess is groaning. 

You hear the bed creak as she arches, and you can imagine her thighs trembling around his ears. The bed starts to knock into the wall, thudding loudly beside your head.

"C'mon baby," Joel murmurs. "Come on my tongue like a good girl."

The way he says good girl curls around your abdomen, pulling the orgasm from you. Even though it's not meant for you, even though his mouth buried in his wife's cunt, you feel your entire body go rigid and then you come with a whimpering moan. 

"Did you hear something?" Tess asks and you slap a hand over your mouth, tilting your head away from the wall. 

Joel's voice is low and measured. "Nope."

"Joel lemme do the same for you," you hear Tess panting through the walls after she comes. "You just made me feel so fucking good."

"Nah baby," you can hear Joel panting. "Wanted to just make you feel good tonight. As a thank you for all you did to make Christmas special this year."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

“Okay, well I'm gonna go have a shower."

"Okay."

You feel so jealous right now you could scream. Tess gets to sleep beside Joel after her shower. She gets to have his arms around her, bodies warm under the blanket. And now she gets to come on his tongue whenever she wants because of your big mouth! 

You glance up when a shaft of light falls over the bed. The door is closed softly and before you can turn a figure crawls onto the bed next to you. A large hand covers your mouth and a familiar scent floats over you: soap and wood shavings. 

Your nightgown is being dragged up and his hand is going between your legs, feeling your release from earlier.

"I fucking knew it," Joel rasps quietly in your ear. "Knew I heard you."

You try to shrug him off, irritated for some unknown reason. But then you feel his cock, still hard in the small of your back. 

"Saved my come for you," Joel says into your neck. "Wanted to paint this pussy." 

He pulls your thigh up over his, pressing himself inside you from behind as he holds you against him. You've never fucked like this, side by side. You wish you could see him. 

"Gotta do this quick," he rasps, sliding his palms along the smooth of your legs as he starts to pump into you. He immediately stops when the rhythmic creaking of the bed begins. 

"Fuck."

He pulls off the bed abruptly loosening you. You think he's leaving and you twist to face him. But he's standing there beside your bed, naked and stroking himself and casting furtive looks at the door. The shower is still running. 

"Floor."

You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees into the carpet as he slips down to lay on his back. Before he can ask you’re perching over his abdomen. 

"Please let me ride you?"

He nods, stretching his arms out behind his head. 

"Go on and bounce on it like a good girl."

And you do. Despite everything you ride him hard, your knees rubbing against the carpet as you rise and fall on his cock. You work fast, knowing that Tess could be done at any second. 

Joel watches all of this with glittering eyes, his wide hands coming to spread your thighs wider so he can see your clit glossy and buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. 

"There she goes," he rasps quietly with a wolfish grin up at you. "C'mon baby. Take my come. Saved it all for you."

You hold back the groans of your second orgasm, covering your mouth with your hand. Joel follows quickly after, hands on your hips, slamming his cock up into you as he holds you in place. 

You feel him release into you, warm spurts that make him shudder a groan between your breasts, his mouth kissing there before he pulls back. 

You move off of him, legs shaky. He pulls back the covers of the bed, watching you nestle in there. 

"You go to sleep with my come inside you like a good little slut," he whispers huskily in your ear. "Tomorrow I have a treat planned for us."

He kisses your temple much to your surprise and delight. He sneaks out back to the bedroom just as the squeak of the shower ceases. 

You drift off to sleep then, thoughts of Joel and his mouth invading your dreams, haunting them. 

#fanfiction #joel miller x reader #smut #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #fanfic #joel miller x you #dad joel miller #mean!joel #pwp #barely any plot

[madhatterbri]

Christmas Confession | B.Z.

Summary: Blaise's mother passes away a few months before Christmas. He goes missing around the holidays and ends up at your door.

"Have you heard from Blaise? The last thing I heard was he took his siblings to have a proper Christmas with their grandparents at the beginning of the month. Now he is just gone," Pansy complained in your livingroom on Christmas night. Her high heel covered feet were crossed at the ankles. Her heel leaving an annoying tapping sound against your wooden table. She was slouched on the couch and didn't appear to be leaving any time soon. She took another sip of her spiked eggnog in annoyance. The lady was never one to not be in other people's business.

"Pansy, you know he and I aren't exactly best friends, right?" You asked hoping it would remind her that the two of you hadn't been a couple for a while. "Remember? I came to your house crying in the middle of the night just a few months ago? I slept in your bed? Does that ring a bell?"

"Couples break up all the time and get back together. Remember all the times Draco and I broke up?" Pansy asked with attitude. She finished her drink.

"You two never got back together," you pointed out feeling cruel since that girl was in love with him since first year at Hogwarts. "Blaise and I had our love story and the fairytale ended. He is probably just using some of his mom's money to travel the world before having to parent his siblings,"

"You know he loves his brothers and sister more than anything. This isn't like him. He would have told one Draco, Theo, or I," Pansy informed you and crossed her arms. You opened your mouth to speak but she put her hand up. "I am leaving. Let me know if you find him or call me when you want to be a friend again,"

She left her now empty glass on the table and left you with your thoughts. Guilt washed over you. She was right. He would never go anywhere without telling someone. You walked to your room seeing the picture of you and Blaise on your nightstand.

The picture showed a young, happy couple. Blaise peppered your head with kisses while embracing you. You had a smile on your face that hasn't come back since before the break up.

You laid in your bed and sighed. Your eyes heavy as you allowed sleep to take you. A burning question lingered. "Blaise, where are you?"

You woke up to someone knocking loudly on your front door. The alarm clock read 12:30 AM. Startled you grabbed your wand and walked to the door slowly. The knocks became softer the closer you walked to the door. Maybe the unexpected visitor was your neighbor's husband. He was known to forget where he lived after a few pints at the pub.

"You are at the wrong house, Mr. Pine," you chuckled trying to appear unnerved. You opened the door and your eyes widened. Standing before you was a sad Blaise. His eyes half closed as he stumbled on your porch. "Blaise?"

He nodded yet you still couldn't believe it was him. His normal clean shaven face had stubble on it. The man always a stickler for fashion and cleanliness now wore a dirty striped shirt and jeans. He leaned against your doorframe for support.

"Can I come in?" He whispered yet before you could answer he was falling over. You grabbed him and placed his arm above your shoulders. He slowly walked with you until he sat on the couch.

"Blaise, what happened to you?"

"I'm trying but I need help," he whimpered. You could see the fear in his eyes. Something really scared him. "I can't take care of them, Y/N. She screwed me up and I don't want to screw them up to,"

"Blaise, you aren't a screw up. They love you and you love them," you assured him. You sat on the table in front of him. His eyes downcast. He leaned into your hand once you caressed his cheek. "Pansy, Theo, Draco, and I will help you. Don't give up on your family. They lost their mother too. They need you,"

"I screw everything up. I even screwed our relationship up," he whispered. Tears pooled in his eyes. You stared in awe. Blaise was never one to almost cry. "I don't know how you can want to help me,"

"We are young and we moved too fast. It happens," you shrugged. This was true. Right after Hogwarts you two were living together. Apparently you two didn't realize that living in the same school was different than living in an apartment together. The relationship went sour quickly after that.

"I want you back,"

"You don't mean that. You are just scared. Let's get you to sleep and we'll talk in the morning," you promised. He laid on the couch. Pillows and blankets were gathered from the closet. You handed him the pillows and placed the blanket on him. He grabbed your hand.

"I mean it, Y/N. I will win you back," he muttered before falling asleep.

#fanfiction #imagine #christmas #harry potter #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #blaise zabini fanfiction #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson

[beforeimdeceased]

A GIRL IS MISSING: LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD ❄️🧣⚰️

synopsis: someone left behind a beautiful corpse.

a/n: finally putting the mystery/thriller into this mystery/thriller fanfic wooo! if you wanna set the tone while reading: i listen to a lot of ethel cain and princess chelsea while writing this series!

masterlist

walking over to them felt like a juvenile attempt at making friends. your body clenched. sweat dripping down your neck and building at your hairline. teeth making crescents into the sides of your tongue. you appear before the three grievers and struggle between offering a smile or a handshake or both. you settle for an awkward wave. ellie is too busy comforting abby and they don’t notice you, but jesse does. he gives you a simple nod.

it’s interesting being this close to them. watching their dynamic. abby is completely torn in the way you’d imagine ellie should be. ellie is frowning but in the way you’d imagine jesse might be. jesse has the tear streaks you thought ellie would have. you take a deep breath, awaiting maria’s further instructions.

“alright and team 4,” she pauses looking over at their sad faces. “we’re going to have you guys search near the creek.”

you remember playing by that creek. using the water for mud pies and dirtying up your hands and clothes. coming home and getting lectured about it. getting asked about the stains at school. you were an explorer, an adventurer, and a creative out there. you’d hoped that time didn’t make all that wash away.

jesse drove. ellie took the passenger’s seat, fingers fiddling with a ring. a cursive letter d etched into a heart on top of it. abby sat in the back with you, her head looking outside the window. watching the life pass by.

you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to figure them out. which one was the last to see her? what did they talk about? what did she say? do any of them think she’s alive? are any of them hiding something? do they know where she is? did they kill her? are they planning on killing you now because they can tell you’re figuring them out?

“i can’t do this sober.” ellie breaks you out of your thoughts. you realize that you’ve already arrived at the creek. jesse pops open his glove box and pulls out a flask. your stomach sinks a bit, you feel guilty for being accusatory. even if it’s just in your head.

“one sip, each of us gets one,” he takes his. “but we need our heads on straight if we’re going to find her.” jesse hands it to ellie. she looks at him, a real mean piercing gaze. something crude on her tongue? she puts the flask to her lips and takes a sip, then holds her hand out back towards you.

you can’t refuse, it’d be rude. so you take it and take a sip, then you look over at abby. you’re scared to touch her. to scare her. to make her start crying again after she’s finally calmed down. it’s almost as if ellie can read your mind, she calls out abby’s name.

“what is it? oh, we’re already here? i zoned out.” she looks away from the window and you hold the flask out in front of her. jesse looks at her through his rearview mirror. “one sip. and make sure you’re wearing your gloves, you don’t need anymore bruises on your hands.”

she takes a sip. “because people get funny ideas?” she raises her eyebrows. saying it like it’s something we’re all supposed to know the answer to. like it’s a stupid question. jesse shakes his head. “no, because i care about you. but, you make a good point.”

“you’ve just been crying a lot.” ellie chimes up. “i thought you would’ve run dry yesterday, but you’re still crying.”

your eyes widen as you listen to them. attempting to decipher what all of this means. if what you were thinking earlier was true. if these would be your last moments alive, because now you certainly knew too much.

abby looks over at you. “do i cry too much? wouldn’t anyone cry this much if someone they cared about was gone?”

you open your mouth to speak but you’re interrupted. “you say that like she’s not gonna come back.” jesse grips the steering wheel.

“she didn’t fucking run away.” ellie scoffs, rolling her eyes. “cmon let’s go before we lose daylight.”

as you leave the car, you take a deep breath. the tension in that moment was rigid. suffocating. why were they arguing? is that normal? you’d never been alone with these three. you’d barely even had a conversation long enough to remember. you didn’t know these people. you didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself into by volunteering. you didn’t know what was going to happen at this creek.

“if we split up, we’ll cover more ground. do you know the creek well?”

it takes a moment before you realize jesse is talking to you. you nod, and he looks at ellie. “alright ellie, you go with her. i’ll go with abby. let’s meet back here in twenty minutes. i’m serious about that too, a storm’s coming.”

“well we never would’ve known, weather man. thank you.” ellie trudges towards you, wrapping her scarf around her face. jesse rolls his eyes before walking in the opposite direction with abby. you look over at ellie before gesturing your head forwards. you start walking ahead of her hearing her boots hit the snow behind you. then she speeds up and walks next to you. sniffling.

“didn’t you think abby was being weird back there in the car?” she starts. “i mean, it seems to me like she thinks i know something. like i’m hiding something because i’m not bursting into fucking tears every three seconds but…it’s not like i’m not sad. fuck.”

you nod along, pulling a flashlight out to get a better look at the ground. at any possible fresh track marks in the snow.

“i’m angry, at myself mostly. i’m fucking…scared. i miss my girlfriend.”

she looks over at you, and you nod. you don’t say anything you just nod. you let her know she’s understood.

the crack of a tree branch is heard closer to the deeper end of the forest. closer to the frozen over creek. you look at each other once before walking towards it. stomping on in the snow while periodically wiping at your nose.

when you reach where you can guess the sound came from, you hand ellie the flashlight. “here, hold it towards the water. there could be something around here.”

she does as you ask, holding it still so you can look. in all honesty, you were losing hope and just trying to pass the minutes by. it was fucking freezing, and from what you’d learned at the after-search meetings, dina was scared of this part of the woods. she wouldn’t come through here for a million dollars, jesse’s words verbatim.

“you know the police won’t even help out? they don’t think she’s missing. maria’s the only adult in this town who gives a fuck.” ellie chimes up as you wipe some snow off of a rock. you look back towards her, cough up into the icy air, then stand. “what about your uncle? isnt he on the force.”

she looks away for a moment. even though you can’t see her frowning you can tell from the sadness in her eyes. “i don’t wanna talk about it-“

a horrific and tragic scream is heard in the distance. the scream of a young woman. you both turn your heads towards it, then each other, before running to the commotion. it takes two minutes to get through the barren woods. ellie tripped once, and you twice, before coming across jesse and abby. abby is wailing, worse than she was in the church. worse than you’d ever seen her. you can almost hear ellie’s heart stop.

“els don’t look.” jesse grabs her before she can reach the scene. she’s beating against him with her hands, cursing harsh under the scarf. “what is it jesse? tell me what is it? what the fuck is going on?” her voice cracks and tears begin to fall as she falls into him.

you walk past abby, who’s on the ground holding her stomach. she pulls her scarf off and runs behind a tree. you can hear her throwing up. throwing up and crying.

you could’ve never guessed that you’d be seeing what you were right now. not in a million years. a bloody young woman who looked like she’d been ripped in half by some heinous creature. her insides on full display for you. her skin discolored. and the smell, it was god awful. and in what you could only guess was her hands, a heart necklace with the letter e in cursive etched into the front.

the worst part was that, from what you could make out, this was not dina. dina didn’t have the tattoos these remains had. dina didn’t have green eyes. so who the hell is this, and how did she get dina’s necklace?

#bunnie can speak? ☆ #ellie williams #・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie #ellie williams x reader #bun’s asks ꕤ #bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #abby anderson #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine #bun’s precious abby ✧.* #ellie williams fanfiction #tlou headcanons #tlou fanfic #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #williams ellie #jesse tlou #tlou jesse #modern dina #tlou2 dina #tlou dina #dina the last of us #modern abby #modern!abby #modern!ellie williams #horror fanfiction #mystery fanfic #thriller #tlou2 fanfic #ellie williams tlou2

[sunny44]

We should talk

Pairing: Max Verstappen x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: after the fight and the thoughts that your relationship it’s not working anymore, you and Max decide to talk about it.

This is the second part of Business trip, the link of the first chapter is below.

Previous Chapter

After rolling around in bed almost all night trying to sleep I gave up, I kept thinking about last night and that it was the first serious fight we have had in 2 years of relationship and also the first time in our relationship that we slept in bad terms with each other.

I love him and I think I always will, but I was surprised at how naturally those words came out of my mouth that I began to doubt if I still wanted to be in a relationship with him.

Sometimes loving a person is not enough.

I didn't mind the many nights that I spent alone because he had to travel to race, or when he had consecutive days of simulator and came home tired at night.

When we started dating I knew that these were things that I would have to learn to deal with because that is his job.

But sometimes I feel that Redbull comes before me on occasions that are important to me like last night's stupid party as Max called it.

It was a stupid dinner but it wasn't the dinner itself that I was excited about it was to introduce him to my friends as my boyfriend and not as Max Verstappen the world champion which is how they knew him.

The hours passed and Sunday morning began, the city of Momyr Carlo was cloudy and raining, and gosh how I hated days like that.

I got up and forced myself to go to our room since all my things were there, when I entered he was sleeping and the covers were all messed up and this was a sign that he was not sleeping well, Max was a restless sleeper when he forced himself to sleep.

After doing my morning routine I got dressed in a sweatshirt set, thick socks and my slippers and after fixing the covers on him because it was so cold I went downstairs to do something for breakfast.

Waffles were my favorite thing to eat when I was sad so that's what I did, prepared them and just as I was about to start eating the doorbell rang and I was surprised since I wasn't expecting anyone but when I opened the door I saw Victoria and Luka.

"Oh hi, I didn't know you guys were coming."

"That’s strange because I'm sure you said you would be with Luka today."

"Geez I'm sorry that completely slipped my mind."

"Are you busy or..."

"I'm not, I just made waffles so if you want to come in."

"I can't stay but thank you." She smiles and puts Luka down who hugs me and runs to the kitchen. "Is everything alright? Where's Max?"

"Everything's fine and he's still sleeping."

"Ok, I'm going to go but if you need something you call me ok?"

"I will." She smiles and hugs me then leaves.

"Auntie y/n, I can't reach the waffles." He says from the kitchen and I walk over to her. "Where's Uncle Max?"

"He's still sleeping."

"Can we wake him up?"

"He's very tired so let him sleep a little longer and then wake him up, shall we?" He nods her head in agreement. "What do you think about lots of strawberries and a lot of whipped cream on top of these waffles?"

"Yeah."

After we finished eating I went to wash the things I got dirty and Luka went to play in the living room with his toys but it was very quiet so I went to see what he was doing and when I saw he wasn't in the living room I knew exactly where he was.

When I opened the bedroom door I saw him lying on top of Max sleeping with him who was hugging him, I smiled at the scene and left them sleeping.

Scenes like this made me think about our babies, Luka loos exactly like Max so sometimes this got me wonder.

I think I was alone for half an hour until I heard footsteps on the stairs, I knew it was him because the footsteps were too heavy to be Luka.

"Good morning." He says in a husky voice.

"Good morning." I reply simply without looking at him.

"Been up long?"

"I didn't get much sleep last night so yes." He comes over and sits down next to me.

"Can we talk?" I take a deep breath and agree. "I'm sorry about last night, I was an idiot and being tired was no justification for letting you go alone to the party I had promised I would go with you."

"It's not just about that stupid party Max, it's about the fact that I feel like I'm the only person in this relationship, I'm tired of feeling like I'm not a priority to you and I'm tired of not feeling loved."

"But you are, you are my priority and you are loved." He holds my face making me look at him and I feel his thumb wipe away a tear that had run down. "I love you so much and I'm sorry for making you feel that way, you are the most important person in the world to me and I promise that if you give me a chance I will show you how much I love you."

"I don't know Max."

"Please, I want to show you how much I love you, I want to marry you and I want to have a family if you want too or we can adopt a more cat’s or even a bird. I want to be your husband and the father of your children and I want to love you forever even if forever seems like a short time to love you.” By this time I was crying. "I’m only asking that you give me one more chance.”

"Do you promise that you won't talk to me like that anymore?”

"I promise, and if I do you can punch me in the face." That made me laugh between tears. "I love you and always will."

"I love you too Max." He held my face with both hands and kissed me, "And I also want to marry you and be the mother of your children."

"That's great because I really want to have children someday." I laughed and he kissed me again but we were interrupted by a certain person.

"Ew." He says making us laugh.

"I see you're awake mister." I said to her who ran to us and jumped on Max’s lap.

"I missed you." He says hugging him.

This was the reason I had told Victoria that I would take care of her this Sunday, it had been a while since they had seen each other and I knew they missed each other a lot.

"I was missing you too."

"Auntie y/n are you sad? Why are you crying?" He asks worriedly.

"I was sad with your Uncle Max but it's okay now." At that she starts to cry and gets off his lap coming to mine. "Why are you crying baby?"

"Because he fought with you but I love him and I don't want to stop loving him.” He says crying and Max laughs and I hug him.

"You don't have to stop loving him, we are not fighting anymore."

"You're not?" He asks looking at me and then at Max.

"Your auntie and I are fine okay? No need to cry."

"Shall we get some ice cream then?" He asks making us laugh immediately with his change of mood.

"All right mister, let's get your shoes on while your Uncle Max and I go put on some clothes to go out."

In the end we stick together.

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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL. PART 6 - jb

A/N: I enjoyed SO much writing this, you have no idea. I hope all you love it was much as I did. See you next update! Also, I strongly recommed to listen to the song right when I marked it :) Makes it all better. AND, this is the last part without Jude in it, so prepare!

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“You can't keep going like this, honey” Mia said after you calmed down and allowed yourself to tell the whole phone call at your pace. “You need to get out of this city for a couple of days, clear your mind, go no phone and then come back to your normal life.”

 “Mia's right. I haven't seen you this stressed and emotionally drained... ever. This isn't you. I won't allow one of my best friends to lose herself to a breakup.” Nikki said, giving you your second cup of tea of the morning.

“I know...” You didn't have the energy to think about anything else other than how much your life had changed in so little time. “But where can I go? What you guys have in mind sounds like a spiritual retirement.”

“Well... I know someone who owns a very nice cabin in Scotland...” Nikki shrugged when both you and Mia raised your eyebrows, questioning once again what was that about. “I make a lot of friends, okay?”

“We know” Mia shortly laughed, directing her full attention back to you. “So, what do you say? Does a week in Scotland sound like a bad or a good idea?”

“At this point?” You said, pointing at yourself: you had a cover over your shoulders, a cup of tea in your hands, and a puffy face thanks to all the crying. “Anything is better than this”

“You drink that, I'll make some calls” At this point, Nikki's phone seemed to have all the wonders of the world inside of it.

“One day, I'll be able to figure out how she does all of this,” Mia whispered, grabbing your cup. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Soup?” Besides the anger and sadness that came back with force, the three of you were still hungover. You felt like your head was about to explode from all the pressure.

“You got it”

While she was in the kitchen and Nikki was out on the balcony doing who knows what, you allowed yourself to go back to your room. Your phone was now charging on the night stand. Better to keep ignoring it.

The room was still messy, and even though you really wanted to go back to bed, cleaning seemed like a better option to keep your mind occupied.

The clothes were all dirty so you instantly dropped them inside your basket, reminding yourself to wash them later. Then you made sure all of the other things were at their place before making the bed. The bathroom was the nastiest part (lots of makeup wipes, cotton pads full of micellar water and a wet sink) but you cleaned it all faster than expected.

When you came back to the bedroom, you noticed your phone was buzzing again. It sure wasn't IG, since you silenced it. You came closer, relieved and concerned when you saw Jobe's name on the screen.

“Please God, some peace...” You said before picking up. “Hey?”

“Hey! Uh, I don't want to be, like, intrusive or anything but... Do you know what's going on with Jude?"

“Uhm... Be more specific.” Because you could think of a hundred+ things going on with that man right now.

“He's throwing a tantrum… I mean, not like a toddler type of tantrum, but he's fuming! He asked me for my phone and didn't want to say what for. I said no, of course, and then he got even worse. He's saying something about needing some way to communicate…” His voice became a whisper. “Would I be wrong assuming that is definitely something about you?”

You let out a sigh, feeling drained. Again.

“Yeah, it's about me” You sat on your vanity, rubbing your eyes. “Look, I went out yesterday with some friends and I happened to run into Gio… We took a photo and then some stupid people filmed us dancing. It went a bit viral, I think. I don't really know. Jude saw it and called me all morning until I picked up after waking up. He was asking me why I was with Gio and why I didn't tell him”

“That's insane, mate. What the fuck, he has no right to do that”

“I know! Well, he was calling to question me. It seems like some people are assuming that I'm Gio's girlfriend. I don't know if it's about his man ego getting hurt by me being mistaken for his teammate's girl or what, but I don't want to know anything else about it. So I blocked him.”

“Well, fuck me! His audacity has me speechless…”

“I don't want this to turn into a big thing. Just... Let him throw his little tantrum, he's going back to Dortmund in a few days anyways. He has to forget about it”

“You sound like the one that broke up with him, that's so funny” He laughed quietly, probably not wanting to call the attention of his brother. “Okay, I'll try to keep him on track”

“Thanks... And, Jobe?” You said, feeling more than grateful for having him.

“Yeah?”

“I won't have my phone this week, so don't get worried if you don't hear from me, okay?”

“Okay… Uh, I know this is stupid to ask, but are you still coming to my match? I'll understand if you don't. It's completely understandable with all that's happening”

A part of you wanted to say no, but it was Jobe. It wasn't fair to do that to him. Maybe Jude wasn't going to attend. You were praying for that.

“Of course I'll go. I promised you, and you know how much I want to see you play”

“Thank you” You could tell he was happy about you saying yes. “Talk to you in a week, then?”

“One hundred percent”

After the call ended, you just sat there. Jobe was like your little brother, and maybe his actual brother was the biggest asshole you'd ever known, but that didn't mean you were about to run away from everything that had to do with him.

You weren't a coward. Hopefully.

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Leaving your phone at the bottom of your bag and not paying any attention to it was easier than expected. Nikki managed to book flights to Glasgow that same night, and while they were gone to make their bags, you stayed to clean up a little bit more the whole apartment. You were leaving for a week. You noticed that it was the first time that you did your bags in months where your destiny wasn’t Dortmund. 

You grabbed comfy clothes, your laptop and tablet (you still worked from home), and some shower products. Most of your skincare was in the bathroom, but some were in the vanity. While looking for some travel-sized ones, you stumbled across a particular box in the bottom drawer. 

It was blue, medium-sized and simple. Your hand flew directly to your neck, where a necklace rested comfortably. The jade stone was cold, as cold as you felt. You didn’t even realized you were still wearing it, but of course, you never took it off since the day it was gifted to you.

Since Jude gifted it to you. 

You thought about taking it off, but you stopped mid-way. You didn’t feel ready to do something like that just yet. That necklace alone meant so much to you. 

The way he gave it to you wasn’t absurdly romantic, but rather sweet. It was familiar. You were laying in bed, just looking at each other; then he got up and grabbed the little box from his closet. He said he saw it and immediately thought of you; of how well it went with your skin tone and than he was sorry for not giving it to you in a more romantic way. You loved it from the moment you saw it. You used to feel so happy when you remembered it was hanging from your neck.

Now all you feel is a deeply nostalgic feeling that makes the skin around the pendant burn.

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Nikki's friend was kind enough to lend you a beautiful cabin in the woods for the week. He (or she, you weren't even sure of their gender) even sent a butler to pick you up from the airport and drive you around town so you could buy groceries. The drive to the cabin, he said, was almost two hours, but the whole scenario- the woods, the lake, the little animals running around- made it easier for all of you to not care about that. It was perfect.

The cabin was even better. It wasn’t exaggeratedly large, so you wouldn’t be bumping into each other the entire time but neither separated if didn't want to, which was good. You needed the space to think and heal alone, even if you loved the company of your friends. 

The first two days were just you hanging around the house, making food, taking walks around the woods- Mia even discovered a tiny lake near the cabin, and lots of bonfires. It felt therapeutic to not know what was going on in the real world outside that cabin surrounded by kilometers of trees. 

You don’t remember the last time you enjoyed nature and being (partially) alone this much. You also spent a lot of time alone in the woods or by the lake; you allowed yourself to cry, to mourn Jude, to blame him and then forgiving him. You didn’t forgave him for how much you were suffering the breakup, not just yet, that was still fresh. But you forgave him for breaking up with you, he had all the right to that. 

You remembered all the good times you had together, the bad ones, the regular ones. It was a normal relationship even if you didn’t get to post his face on your social media, or if your dates had to be more private than normal people were used to. You loved him. You still did, even if you hated the idea of being weak because of your love. 

And then, after all those days that you used to go through all the stages of a breakup, something you didn’t allow yourself to do the past three weeks, you were ready to let him go. To accept that your boyfriend, the one that loved you and appeared to be your soulmate, died the night he broked your heart. And that was okay. 

So on the last afternoon before the butler came back for the three of you, you took a final walk through the woods and into the lake, and like physically detaching Jude from your heart, you took off the necklace and throwed it into the water.

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You Go Too Fast For Me ~Dom!Rough!Alex Cabot xFem Sub!Lover!Reader

Summary— Alex comes back to Reader after a hard and long day in court. She immediately pounces on Reader to destress, but Reader can’t handle that intensity right now…

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, angst, little fluff at the end, kissing, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, degradation, dom/sub relations, crying, comforting, eventual aftercare, eventual happy ending, etc.

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The sound of skin slapping and of panting breaths filled the room. Alex was holding you on your knees by your hair and hip, as she pile drived into you from behind with her double ended strap.

She was going fast. She had wasted no time when you had come over, having stripped you and put you on all fours within minutes, saying something about work being long. She was fucking you hard. Alex pulled your hair tighter as she came closer to her climax. You squeezed your eyes shut tight. She was fucking you rough from behind, whispering the most degrading dirty talk in your ear.

You were gonna cum. So was she.

You both came Alex first, then you, before she pulled out of you and you both collapsed on the bed next to each other. Alex muttered a thank you before swiftly getting up and getting dressed again.

But you stayed in bed. You were sore. And the second she had pulled out of you, a wave of heavy sadness had hit you like a brick. Alex left the room to her closet to put her dirty clothes away and grab new ones.

A tear accidentally escaped down your cheeks. Your lips began to trembled. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You sat up on the side of the bed and quickly wiped away the tears, trying to stifle the tsunami of emotions crashing into you. You then got up, with wobbly and sore legs, and went to pick up all your clothes. Alex came back into the bedroom as you were quickly and desperately getting dressed.

“Hey. Where are you going?” She asked, finishing putting her shirt on.

You looked away immediately, trying to rid your face of any evidence of sadness, while continuing to rush to dress.

“Gotta go…” you mumbled in no particular direction.

Alex’s stomache dropped. Something was wrong and she could feel it. The blonde came up to you, placing a hand on your back shoulder. You jumped at the contact, and that told Alex that her instincts were right.

“Hey. Hey, sweetheart… Talk to me, please…” Alex spoke gently.

You finally looked at the woman. Your lip started to tremble and your eyes were glossy. And then your legs gave out on you, being too sore and wobbly from your previous activities to handle such weight. Alex swiftly caught you with concern washed all over her face. She picked you up and placed you on the edge of the bed, sitting next to you. Your tears started to flow freely and you choked on your own air.

“What is it…?” Alex pled softly.

You sniffled, wiping your tears away once more.

“I… dunno— too much…” you chocked out in gasps.

“Oh Sweetheart… I’m sorry…” Alex sighed in concern, “Can I… Would it be alright if I touch you…?” She gently asked.

You nodded slowly, before feeling the woman’s hand on your back, comforting you with circular motions. Seeing you like this made Alex clench in anxiety and her head swim with guilt.

“Was I too rough…? Was the strap too big…?” Alex concerningly urged you to speak up.

You gulped, your breathing was still shallow and gasping.

“Mm hurts a little…” you whispered in confession, looking down in embarrassment.

Alex then grabbed your chin and directed your gaze to hers. Her own eyes were glossy now.

“Hey. Listen to me. This is not your fault. It’s mine. I am truly sorry, Y/N. I should have asked before I was so rough and degrading… before I used a new, bigger toy…” Alex apologized, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

You shook your head as the tears continued to fall.

“No no…it’s okay—” you stammered, before Alex interrupted you.

“No, sweetheart, it’s not. Not only did I come in and just use you for sex, but afterwards I just got up to get dressed… I didn’t… I didn’t check in or take care of you… Fuck Y/N I am so sorry, and I understand if you want to leave…” Alex breathed out.

You shook your head again.

“Don’t wanna leave…” you breathed out.

At this, Alex smiled lightly. And she nodded in response.

“Alright sweetheart, well how about a bath…?” Alex gently said, “Then maybe we can talk about some food…?”

You were starting to feel a little better now, although you were still sore. You pulled Alex’s hand into your lap and squeezed them in reassurance.

“Yes please…” you said, and Alex nodded, promptly picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom.

Once the tub was filled and you were in it, you reached for Alex’s hand.

“Join me…?” You whispered.

Alex’s face lit up even more and she nodded happily, taking her clothes off and getting into the warm water. You instinctually cuddled up into her frame and let out a deep sigh, finally feeling some relief.

“Thank you, Lex…” you whispered.

“Of course. I’m so sorry…” Alex said, sounding like a broken record.

“Is okay, Lex really…” you hummed.

“No it’s not…” she choked out.

You looked around to find Alex now in tears. Your face washed over in concern in guilt.

“No no no, Lexie it’s okay” you scrambled to calm the blonde.

“But… I took advantage of you…” Alex stammered.

“It was a mistake, you didn’t mean it—” you said in gentle comfort.

“But H-how could you ever forgive m-me…?” She choked out.

You brought your free hand up to caress Alex’s cheek. Your galley eyes meeting her teary ones.

“Alex, baby, listen to me. It is okay. If anything, it’s my fault for not saying anything. And it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, it just… it was a little too much to handle, that’s all…” you reassured her.

Another tear escaped Alex’s eye, which you caught and wiped away lovingly. The blonde smiled lightly and nodded.

“Thank you, sweetheart…” Alex sighed, “I love you”

“Love you too.” You whispered, pressing your lips against Alex’s lightly and for a moment, before you both pulled away with sighs of content.

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Ok so this is Sort of. Part 2 to this but not really?? It's kind of more like a what-if marvel episode Lol. Soap falls in love with reader and he's the one to pick her back up !! Again 18+ only Pls!!! No filth in this one. Just pure fluff.

Anyway. Soap eventually gets tired of this dynamic. He's your best friend, has been since the very first day you two met. Simon doesn't typically keep you around his friend — but Soap wasn't exactly the type to be told no.

His barely concealed crush on you makes Simon irritated, but it doesn't make others raise eyebrows that much.

It's obvious why someone would fall for you — such a sweet girl, with the kindest, biggest heart around. It was only a matter of time before anyone around you did fall in love with you.

So, anyway, Soap has a pathetic, schoolboy crush on you, and when you're in the throes of sadness and self hatred because of Simon, he's the one to pull you out each time, just until Ghost gets his hands on you, and breaks you all over again.

The first time you sort of notice it is when you come back from a night away with Simon, where he fucked you proper and then left you to sleep alone in his room while he went to the gym.

You come to your own quarters bruised and sloppy and barely able to walk, and Soap practically explodes out of his seat at the realization that you'd been fucked and then dumped like some dirty rag.

So Soap runs you a bath. And it's a little weird, and a little awkward, at first, but he's your best friend, he'd never let anything bad happen to you as long as you're with him.

And sure. His pants make a tent while he washes you. But, "it's only natural, Bonnie. 'm with a pretty girl and she's sitting there, naked, lettin' me soap her. I ken only stupid men wouldn't get hard."

And unlike when you're with Ghost, you don't really feel like it's purely sexual. Simon might have genuine feelings for you — maybe, you don't know — but he'd never shown it to you except for when hes balls deep inside you, whispering about how much he loves you. You feel like Soap actually cares as he drains your bath, gets you all bundled up in a towel and rubs you down nice and slow.

He doesn't mean to, but he kisses a bruise on your shoulder. And you, because you can't really think and because Simon has you still so far into your head, don't even care to try to figure out what it might mean, that he's soothing over your bruises with his lips.

Soap helps you remove the little makeup you have left, cooing at you when you try to do it yourself that you're "jus' such a sleepy girl, let me get that for you, poppet,"

You don't ask how he knows every step of your routine without a single fault. Once you feel fresh and clean again, Soap gets you into bed, and because you're vulnerable and would do anything for warmth that resembles sleeping in Simon's arms, you ask him to stay.

He gives you one of those smiles you hate. You know he's concealing his emotions with a shit-eating grin only because he's given it to Simon when, in a heated argument, he's said something that hurt his feelings.

So Soap doesn't sleep with you. When he's gone, you think you'll cry for a moment, but you don't. Your body doesn't hurt as much, and your heart is just a bit less restless.

Soap, the next day, (or really, the next night, because you spend the day in bed and wake up at an ungodly hour,) makes you food, and doesn't force you to finish your plate. He's just happy to see you eat.

When you're done, he brushes your hair and braids it, and it's so domestic it makes your heart ache. You two go and run together. He pushes when he knows you can do better, but stops when tears threaten to spill over. He pushes you, but knows your limits intimately, and doesn't push them like Simon would. Simon would keep asking for more, keep demanding more of you.

Simon disappears. The days pass slowly, but surely, and Soap begins to catch your little broken pieces one by one. Carefully, he pieces you back up, and you start to feel more human. The morning training helps, and the days spent with Soap and Gaz and your own friends actually starts to make you feel slightly more human — less like a fucktoy that exists for Simon's pleasure.

You're in the resting hall with Soap one day, piecing together a puzzle while he scrolls on his phone, shopping for clothes for when he goes back to visit his mum during his break. You all have a break planned three weeks from now, where Price plans to halt activities for at least a month. And it's nice, to look forward to something, but you honestly can't help but think that you, unlike everyone else, don't have anyone to go back to. Just like Simon. And perhaps that is why you two belong together.

But then he makes an offhanded comment about how he's going to buy a blanket for you, because his car's heating is shit, and he's been meaning to get it fixed, but for now the blanket will have to do while you fulfill your passenger princess duties.

"What?" You make, a bit confused.

He gazes up from his phone, cocking a brow at you. "Thought you'd like it. To spend the holidays with me and my ma. Y'dont got ta. But I'd like to have ya' bonnie."

And you think that that's when you realise that maybe you could love Soap — Johny, and that maybe you could finally have something to go back to.

So you agree, and of course Johny is giddy. In his head, that's finally a step towards you two being together. That's finally a step towards making you his and treating you right. Once the three weeks are up, you pack up your shit and you don't look back.

Simon sends you a text when you're halfway to Soap's mother's house, music blasting, the multiple blankets wrapped around your top and bottom.

Simon : where are you?

Simon : you're not at the barracks.

Simon : your stuff is gone.

Simon : where are you?

You take a while to reply. Not because you don't know how to, but because Soap notices, and snatches your phone. And it makes you laugh for once, and you don't feel like having a breakdown.

Soap manages to snap a photo of him driving, and you grumpily pawing at him for your phone back, and sends it to Simon.

You don't hear from him after that.

Soap's mother is warm and kind and inviting when you're introduced, she holds your hands like her son in a freakishly similar fashion, and kisses the top of them after patting them multiple times.

You tell her your names four times, but she forgets, and instead calls you "love". It's not on her — Soap tells you. Shes forgetful. Tends to forget everything, including taking care of herself. Which is why he wants to come home — before she forgets him, too.

That night, after a warm homecooked dinner and a long movie with hot chocolate and marshmallows, you don't exactly mean to seek out Soap, but there's something about the cold, and you needing to be held, and thinking too much about if Simon is alright. You want to shut it all out.

So you slip quietly into his childhood bedroom, and then under his covers. Soap doesn't even question it, only wraps you all up and presses you up against his naked chest, his deep, Scottish drawl telling you to "Go to sleep, poppet. I've got you."

And he does. When you wake up, he's still there. And he's staring at you. And it's all so much, you feel like your heart might burst in your chest.

You want to kiss him. But you don't. You let him hold you, and pray that if nothing else happens, he might still remain with you after everything, even if you're not willing to give him your body, or your lips.

And he does. After you both shower, he takes you and his mum to a local breakfast restaurant and treats you both to the best food in town. Everyone there somehow knows him, (though only as Johny, and never as Soap) and he makes it his goal to make sure everyone he sees also gets introduced to you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, puffs his chest, and tells everyone you're his best girl, his golden girl, his four-leaf clover. Someone eventually asks about when they'll see a ring on your finger. And before you can retort anything, Soap tells them that he'd sooner or later do it.

You think he's joking. He's not.

He takes you home after a day of outings to small rural markets and an amusement park. That night, when you're in bed, laying next to him, you ask him if he meant that. If he'd really marry you, if it came down to it.

His response doesn't change.

You're not sure if that's why you kiss him. You just know you do. Because if there is one thing you do know, its that you love Soap — your Johny — and that he loves you.

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[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol

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more of jen the babysitter please 😄 with hannie!

[11:32PM]

GENRE: fluff, angst and smut.

WARNINGS: tipsy jaehyun, sad hannie, annoyed reader, unprotected sex, doggy style, spanking, praising, breeding kink, oral sex (F receiving), hair pulling and dirty talk.

“okay, hannie. let’s go visit daddy at work.” hannie runs to the parked car and attempts to pull open the car door.

“here, mommy will open.” she steps to the side and allows you to open the door. as you go to pick her up, she stops you. “no, mommy. i do it. i’m a big girl.” she holds up her muscles and then turns back around. “okay.. but if you need help, mommy is here.”

hannie holds on the seat and tries pulling herself up. she grunts and groans while trying to jump as well. “okay, just a small push— okay, mommy?” you giggle and lift her up. “thank you.” she climbs into her car seat and tries buckling herself in.

“mommy, can i have some juice? that was really hard.” she huffs and puffs which you laugh at. “sure, baby.” you hand her her sippy cup and she takes a quick drink before handing it back to you. “i got this, momma.” she says with a firm nod and buckles herself in.

“good job, sweet girl.” you hand her sippy cup back and rub her cheek. “thank you, mommy.” you close the door and sigh. “that was longer than needed.” you mutter and climb in the car before driving off to the company.

“hey, haewon! is jaehyun in his office?” the reception smiles and types. “ah.. unfortunately mr jeong hasn’t been in his office all day.”

think— what is did he have planned today?

“right, he’s at his friends bachelorette party today. i forgot, i’m sorry haewon.” the women shakes her head with a slight laugh. “not a problem, mrs jeong.”

you turn and leave with hannie looking around confused while holding your hand. “mama, is daddy not here?” you look down at her while waking towards your car. “nope, daddy isn’t here today. he’s with uncle taeil— remember, uncle taeil is getting married.”

hannie nods and sighs.

“so, when will we see daddy?” she asks. “well,” you unlock your car and help hannie in. “we’ll see daddy in a few hours. i’m sure daddy will be back before midnight.” hannie nods and you shut her door.

you and hannie had dinner alone, jaehyuns chair sitting empty. hannie was bummed out and constantly asked when jaehyun would be home and if he’d be home before her bedtime so he could tuck her in.

unfortunately, hannie went to bed with your goodnight kiss.

a sigh is heard when the front door is creaked open— and then a burp is heard. “woah,” jaehyun gasps when seeing you sitting on the couch with a pint of ice cream in your lap. “why’re you still up, baby?” he kicks off his shoes and walks to the back board of the couch.

his hand gripping the wooden back board. “missed you today.” jaehyun leans down and goes in for a kiss but you duck him. “what’s wrong?” you shake your head and sigh. “okay, well i’m gonna take a shower— wanna join?” you shake your head, again.

“if you say so.” jaehyun leaves and comes back fifteen minutes later— he most definitely slightly fell asleep in the shower.

“dang, you and hannie has steak and asparagus for dinner?” you nod with a slight hum. “okay, something’s wrong. what is it, baby.” you sigh and shake your head. “talk to me, mama.”

that nickname made your knees wobble— it always did. it was the tone of how he said it.

“tell me what’s wrong.” jaehyun squats in front of you with his hands on your knee and thigh. “nothings wrong.” you dryly answer. “cmon, mama. talk to me. what’s wrong?”

you bite your bottom lip. “you were out all night long and, yeah, i know bachelorette parties are usually like that but do you know how sad hannie was when you didn’t show up before her bedtime?” guilt washes over jaehyuns face.

“she was so bummed out when you didn’t show up for dinner— the whole time she asked when you’d be home and if you’d come home in time to tuck her in for bed— and did you— no.”

jaehyun sighs and drops his head. “i’m sorry, baby.” he grabs your hand but you snatch them away. “you shouldn’t even be apologizing to me. hannie deserves it way more than i do.” jaehyun nods.

you were right.

“how did johnny get home before you? he has four kids and was home at 7 o’clock— and, before you ask how i know. i called jess and she told me that he was home eating dinner with his family.”

you huff and roll your eyes. “but, it’s fine. i guess i do kind of deserve that apology. after all, i did cook dinner and wait almost an hour for you.” you reach behind him and place the empty pint of ice cream on the coffee table.

“me and baby are tired.” you yawn and hold the bump while removing the blanket from your lower half. “ah ah,” jaehyun sits you back down in place.

“let me show you how sorry i really am.” jaehyuns hands were already pulling at your hello kitty pj pants. “babe,” you sigh and fight back the smile that ached to grow. “i’m tired, really.”

“i’ll try and be fast, okay? with your tight pregnant pussy— i won’t last for long.” jaehyun helps you up and turns you around. his knee bumps the back of yours causing you to fall on the couch.

your ass in the air and your already pussy dripping. “i can smell you from here.” jaehyun inhales and drops to his knees once, again. he spreads your cheeks and licks his lips when seeing your pussy glisten from the light coming from the TV.

“let daddy get a taste.” daddy? jaehyun leans forward and connects his mouth around your pussy. “mmm.” jaehyun moans around your pussy and his eyes flutter shut with satisfaction.

“j—jae,” you gasp, hands threatening to fly to his scalp. jaehyun uses his tongue to lap your juice— the tip of his tongue swiping over your clit. “i—im cumming, baby.” you gasp out and shudder when your orgasm slowly hits.

jaehyun pulls away and licks the extra juice off his lips, no waste. “so sweet.” he whispers and stands up, his hands fiddling to undo his belt and jean. “touch yourself for me, baby.” you reach under and play with yourself— slipping in two fingers and moaning.

“that’s it, mama. stretch yourself out for me.” jaehyun jerks his aching cock that leaked precum. “fuck, you look so sexy touching yourself for me.” jaehyun pulls your hand away and teases your slit with his cock.

you whimper and clench around nothing as jaehyun teases your entrance by pushing in the head of his cock but then pulling out.

“s—stop teasing me!” you bring your arm back and swat around which makes jaehyun laugh. “oh, fuck!” you gasp and jerk forward as jaehyun pushes himself in.

jaehyun bites his lip and gathers your hair, his hips pushing forward. “fuck, you’re so tight, mama.” jaehyun groans out and brings his hand up then back down, a loud slap and a yelp from you, echos throughout the living room.

“d—does my pussy feel good?” jaehyun rubs your ass and sighs— his grip on your high gets tighter. “so good, mama. so fuckin’ good.” his hands trail up your hips and waist until reaching your bump.

“i almost forgot about our baby boy growing in your belly.” he rubs your belly and your head hangs down. “did it feel good when i fucked you so full that one night?”

“y—you always fill me up— always.” jaehyun groans and spanks you. “i want everyone to know how well i fucked you.” he mutters. “e—everyone knows.” you gasp and hunch your over when another orgasm hits you out of the blue.

“ah, ah.” jaehyun yanks your hair and you arch, again. your belly didn’t do anything justice. “stay like this— i’m so close, baby.”

with his cock poking your g-spot, another orgasm builds up but you clench around jaehyun, keeping it from crashing over you. “keep doing that, baby.” jaehyun whispers and squeezes your hips. “h—harder.” you gasp.

jaehyun yanks your hair and slams his hips against your pussy. your moans filling his ears like the music when the gates to heaven open up.

and with jaehyuns moans mixing in with yours, he’s filling you up to the brim with his cum. “that’s it, mama. take my cum like a good girl.” he lets go of your hair and your head drops.

he pulls out and drops to his knees, his eyes fascinated by his cum dripping out of you and onto the couch. after a few seconds, jaehyun reaches behind him and grabs some tissue from the kleenex box. jaehyun then wipes you clean and stands up. he hovers over you and brushes your hair away from your face.

“bed?” you nod, heaving slowly. jaehyun nods and picks you up— he carries you upstairs and tucks you in bed. “i’ll be back— i’m gonna go kiss my little girl a goodnight.” jaehyun leaves and comes back within five minutes.

“so pretty.” jaehyun sighs and watches you for a few seconds. breathing in and out slowly. “i love you. goodnight, mama.” he lies next to you and turns off his night lamp.

“i love you too.” you whisper and cuddle into his side.

A/N: thank you for requesting!

#anon #nct smut #ash talks #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jen the babysitter #nct dilf #nct dad au

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Seven

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Jerimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: You finally got what you came for. 

Warnings:  All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of death, grief, angst, strained relationships, arguments, details of anxiety/panic attacks, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues, running away, addiction, al-anon. Vague mentions of guns (specifically the sights and the sounds). 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: SURPRISE SHAWTYSSSS ! I got another chapter out for you all <3 i love n miss you all very much and i hope you enjoy some more of this slow slow slow burn . I have a lot of fun things planned for the last couple of chapters for this series so be prepared for that ! You heard that right babes, this wonderful journey will be ending soon, BUT FEAR NOT, i will be making a spin off for Season 2 of The Bear in this universe ! This series may be over, but the story is not over yet ! I love you all, many hugs and kisses for you, i hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy the chapter !

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You sat at the dining room table, wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. In front of you, your mom placed plates full of sliced fruits, sauteed foods, and some dishes of your favorite food. You slowly turned to look up at her, your eyes droopy and bags dark. But your mom didn’t look at you, she just turned around and kept on cooking, trying her best to conceal her swollen and red rimmed eyes from you.

All you could do was turn back to the steaming and fresh plates of food in front of you, trying your best to work up an appetite, but nothing seemed to work. Not the glistening juices of the fresh fruit, not the delicious scent of sauteed vegetables, or even the sight of your comfort food; nothing. 

All you could do was sit there, body sagging under the plush blanket that was wrapped around you.

“Come on sweetheart, please have something…”

Your dad sat across the table and in front of you, reaching over with a tiny yellow and lilac fork to pick at some of the food and lift it up to you. His eyes pleaded with you, switching between watering and blinking the tears away. 

Slowly, your mouth opened very slightly, prompting your dad to practically jump up in his seat and reach over to give you a spoonful of your favorite food. Despite the taste being one that normally made you excited and happy, today it tasted like nothing. 

Your mom plated the last food she had just finished cooking on one of her finest china plates before placing it down on the table with the 10 other plates of food. She then moved to stand behind your dad, eagerly looking at you with a sad glint in her eyes. But, nonetheless, she leaned forward and watched as your dad used the tiny fork to feed you. 

It wasn’t until your 5th bite that she had to excuse herself out of the kitchen and to the bathroom where she muffled her cries with a towel. 

Your father continued to feed you, doing his best to alternate foods to keep you engaged, the same way he would do for you as a child. He watched as you, his baby, looked lifeless in front of him; a shell of your former self. 

“What are we doing today?” you managed to rasp out, voice faint.

Your father’s eyebrows knitted together, “Whatever you want…”

You hummed softly and sighed before turning to look away at the floorboards. Your father could only watch the way your eyes look off into the distance, the glint that you had before gone. 

Your mom came rushing back into the kitchen, cardigan sleeves rolled up to her elbows before stopping in front of the sink to start washing up the dirty utensils and plates in there. This made both you and your dad glance up, seeing her suddenly move so quickly.

“You have the Al-Anon meeting tomorrow, don’t forget that, okay? You might want to wash up today to be ready for tomorrow.”

You pulled the blankets around you tighter, muffling your words as you spoke, “I don’t think I can go tomorrow, Mom…”

“You are going.”

This made both you and your Dad perk up, glancing at each other in confusion at her firm tone before turning to your Mom. 

“What?” 

“You heard me. You are going tomorrow.”

Your Dad rushed up from his chair, “What do you mean? She’s not in the right place for that right now, I think she just needs to rest-”

“Absolutely not. She will go tomorrow and that’s final.”

“Shouldn’t we discuss this first, i mean-”

You mom slammed down the plate she was washing up, making both you and your Dad flinch at the sound of the ceramic breaking in the sink. 

She threw herself around, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, to look at you straight in the eyes, “You will go. I can’t keep grieving my daughter when she has been alive and right in front of me the entire time!”

Your Dad gasps and launches himself forward, grabbing your Mom’s shoulders and dragging her out of the kitchen. But she just continued to cry out as she was whisked away, staring at you as you sat there, heart in your stomach. 

From behind the kitchen door, you could hear them having a hushed but heated conversation. You could only make out a few words, all expressing their own pain and grievances with this whole situation.

Then, her words hit you.

I can’t keep grieving my daughter when she has been alive and right in front of me the entire time!

It had been over half a year since Mikey died, and you weren’t you anymore because of it. Grief became of you. And your biggest fear is your current reality: you got so caught up in not wanting to burden others with your pain that doing so ended up becoming said burden. You ignored everyone else’s pain, unconsciously, in an attempt to run away from your own and only caused them to worry when they too were grieving. They were grieving a brother, a cousin, a friend, a boss, a coworker; they too were grieving.

Exactly like how Carmy said to you. 

You knew you fucked up, but it never really hit you properly, until now when you could see it; when you saw your parents, who typically put up a brave face for you, begin to unravel in front of you.

Your chair scraped loudly on the wood floor as you stood up, making your parents’ conversation pause before they both peeked inside to look at you.

“I need to go tomorrow.” You announced, shakily. 

They stared at you, silent.

“I can’t keep living like this.”

You woke up at 9 am that next morning, rushing over to start getting ready. You put on your favorite outfit, the same one that Mikey loved seeing you in, before moving to the mirror to adjust your appearance as you saw fit. 

Your mom came rushing into your room at 9:50, chewing on her bottom lip, “I got breakfast for you, you ready?”

Breakfast that morning consisted of everything you loved to eat as a kid, adjusted for your adult taste. From sweet to savory, all your favorite breakfast foods were there along with your dad who kept on organizing the table for you. 

Neither of them bothered to look at the clock, just watched you with watery eyes as they clung to one another, seeing the way that you ate everything you could get your hands on. Not eating well the day before made you wake up this morning with fiery hunger that was satisfied with their cooking.

They both drove you to the Al-Anon meeting, not caring that you were now a bit late for the meeting. They just glanced at you, over and over, staring either through the mirror or over their shoulder as the car inched closer and closer to where the meeting would take place.

Your dad turned off the engine of the car in a spot at the back of the building, silently eyeing you through the rear view mirror one last time. Meanwhile, your mother anxiously fumbled with her seatbelt strap, avoiding looking at the spot where you had argued at just a couple days ago. And while you too felt a knot forming in your stomach as you sat there in the backseat and looked out at the building, you knew you couldn’t run anymore. You kept saying that to yourself these past weeks, but now you really knew what it meant. 

You turned and yanked the door open, eyebrows furrowed, and stomped out. Your mom and dad glanced at one another before looking at you, seeing the determination written all over your face. 

Right as your mother tried to open her car door, you reached out and pushed it closed again. She looked up at you, eyes wide, “Sweetie?”

Her voice was shaky and she spoke barely above a whisper. You couldn’t even hear her as she spoke, but you managed to make out her words through the glass. 

“I need to go in alone.”

Your mom glanced over to your dad, who sighed heavily, “I don’t think this is a good idea-”

But you shook your head and smiled softly at them, “I left all this behind alone, so I need to come back to it alone.”

Your mom whipped her head away from you, hands shaking as she yanked a tissue from her pocket up to her face. Your dad could only reach over and embrace her as best as he could over the console of the car before nodding at you.

“We will be here, waiting for you.”

With a firm nod, you started walking to the backdoor of the building. 

You walked into a quiet hallway and saw the first door on the right slightly ajar. The sign on the door spelled out ‘AL-ANON TODAY, JOIN US. ALL ARE WELCOME’.

With silent steps but a puffed chest, you walked forward, reaching out to the handle of the door.

And that’s when you heard it again.

The click of metal.

You froze, feeling the blood in your body run cold. It sounded clear as day, right then and there. It even echoed in the silent hallway, proving to you that it wasn’t a phantom noise but a real click. 

The suffocation began, inching its way around your body, ready to worm its hands around your neck to choke you while you panicked with a rapidly beating heart. But before it came, a voice managed to hook onto you and pull you back to where you stood in that empty hallway.

“My name is Carmen. My um… my brother is an addict. My brother was an addict.”

Unconsciously, you looked up and opened the door wider. 

There, at the very end of the room, was Carmy.

He sat in a chair, in front of a bunch of chairs, some filled and many empty. He had his hand partially over his mouth and partially over his chin, how he usually had it when he was nervous and thinking about what to say or do next. 

This made you inhale sharply. 

But he didn’t look up to see you. He didn’t even notice you actually. He just stared at the floor with his unruly hair and flushed face.

“And this morning i um… sorry uh… i forgot,”

He trailed off, making your body sag. 

You stepped forward, hands shaking but eyes locked on Carmy as he sat there.

“Before I came to Al-Anon, i was a cook, i mean, i’m still a cook, just a different kind of cook, i guess…”

You made it about halfway into the room before you felt some hands gently grasp your shoulders and guide you to a chair. The touch was heavy, but gentle as they sat you down in a chair in the very back of the room, pausing to rub their thumb into your shoulder before disappearing. When you turned to see who it was, you saw no one there.

“My brother and I, we would cook a lot together, especially when we were kids. You know, that’s… that’s when we were closest… food was always our common ground.” 

You swallowed the heavy knot in your throat.

“We wanted to open a restaurant together. We had a name, we had a vibe, all of it…”

A tear fell down your cheek as you looked at Carmy, your mouth half open as you took in sharp, staggered breaths, listening to his words. 

“My brother could make you feel confident in yourself… You know, like when I was a kid, if I was nervous, I was scared, I wouldn't want to do something, he'd always tell me to just face it. Get it over with… he would always say… uhm.. stupid… he would always say um… let it rip,” with a brief laugh, Carmy glanced up before his gaze fell back down to the floor again.

All you could do, as you listened to Carmy’s words, was sit and stare right at him. Every single thing that came out of his mouth would absorb through the pores of your skin, making you feel as if a part of his words made up your person. 

It all made sense now. 

Carmy’s avoidance; the way he would move so cautiously around you as if you were a piece of hot glass, the way he would avoid your eyes when you would see each other, the way he would speak to you less and less about his own life. 

It made sense.

He was hurting, for years, in the same way you were hurting now. The mixture of anger at what is happening, guilt over feeling your emotions, sadness, desperation to reach out and make that connection, fear driving you to get away from it all, all of that hurting that felt since Mikey’s death, was what Carmy was feeling for years.

Carmy lost his brother way before he died on that bridge that night. 

“Because that restaurant, it has and it does mean a lot to people… It means a lot to me…I just don't know if it ever meant anything to him…” 

As he finished speaking, Carmy finally turned to look at you. But instead of his usual reaction, Carmy just continued to look at you.

As he rose from his seat up front, he walked over and sat down a couple rows down from the front. 

“Thank you Carmen,” a woman, whom you recognized to be Amanda, got up and smiled empathetically before turning to the room, at the very front, “Is there anyone else who would like to share something before we wrap up today’s meeting?”

Your body moved before your mind could even comprehend what you were doing, “I would.”

Amanda squinted around at the seats until she locked eyes with you, smiling softly and nodding. She gestured to the seat at the front, “Remember, this is a safe and open space for you all to share, if you feel inclined to speak, go ahead. If not, that’s perfectly okay as well.”

Your limbs were completely numb, but despite this, they moved forward. They guided you around the seats and down the side aisle to the front of the room before stopping at the chair. Amanda had since sat down so you were left alone at the very front of the room, mind finally catching up to your body and leaving it unsure as to what to do next.

You scanned the crowd, seeing the faces of unknown people all look at you, not with pity or confusion or fear, but with understanding. They knew what it was like to be you. They knew what Carmy meant. They knew. 

Then, you locked eyes with Carmy.

You continued to look at him as you slowly lowered yourself to the seat, hands gripping the arm rests with sweaty palms as you did so.

It took another minute for you to get yourself to speak, finding your voice to have been lost for a moment before it came out, and with a lot to say. 

Your eyes immediately went to the floor, “My boyfriend… he was an addict.”

The room was still.

“And i was stupid enough to not… know… there were warning signs, yea, but i never once thought to… to put the pieces together.”

Someone shifted in their seat, fabric rubbing against the plastic of the chair. 

“But um… i never… I never knew him to be an addict. I knew him to be loud, funny, confident, brash, stupid at times… but never once did I think he could be… he was… an addict.

He worked early mornings and late nights, taking me along with him and always sneaking away to… press a kiss on my shoulder or on my forehead before he went right back to work. And while he hated it when i tried to help out, he would insist that i was too pretty to be working, he would sometimes relent and let me do something to help.

I never knew how bad everything was, even in those moments when I got involved…”

Carmy watched as your hand shook while you spoke. 

“I loved him so… so fucking much. I don’t think he ever fully understood that. I would do anything for him, but it never seemed to fully get through to him…. I um.. I never told anyone this but… our relationship wasn’t always the best. Most of our arguments were about him being away so much… I felt like he never uh… never fully let his guard down around me… i know now it was because he didn’t want me… uh… finding out…

We would break up and make up within a day, usually he would apologize with flowers or food and pick me up and spin me around, swearing to never be away from me again and i would apologize too but… within a month he was back to working long hours and stuff…

But he did try, he would pick me up flowers every week, bring me food, cook breakfast for me and leave it for me to have while he was at work… he even took me out to lunch once. And those days that we did get off, when we went out together, those were the greatest days of my life. That’s when I saw him, that’s when I saw my Mikey…”

You looked to the ceiling, ignoring the tears in your eyes and instead focusing on the lines of the ceiling, “Everybody loved him, and I was no exception. He was like that, with people, he was a magnet, he knew what to say and when to say it… He always knew what to do…

And I don't know. I… I don't know what to do. I never did.

What kind of girlfriend does that make me? I didn’t even know my own boyfriend, despite years of being with him…

During the weeks after he d…” you paused and cleared your throat, "I got a… weird sense of urgency to look through some of the drawers of our apartment and i found…

I found a small box…. With a ring.”

You let out a shaky sigh and blinked rapidly, looking at your shaking hands as they rested on your lap.

“It was… it is beautiful. It had gemstones in all the right places and the colors were beautiful… i knew who it was for…It even had a receipt with it too and… the date was from… two years ago. 

He uh, he bought the ring and held onto it for two years. 

On the back of the receipt was writing. It had different locations written on it that we knew of like his office, the refrigerator of the restaurant, and even the bathroom. But they were all crossed out except for ‘drawer’, which is where i found it…

He will never know how much i loved him… and i will never know how much he loved me.”

With a laugh, you shrugged, “I don’t even know where the ring is! I just threw it somewhere while i was throwing it all in boxes. A part of me died when i lost him, but another did too when i found the ring… and the last part of me died when i left it all behind. I just had to run, you know? I couldn’t be around it anymore, I couldn't. Everything reminded me of him! Every fucking thing from the cars on the street to the cracks in the pavement. The whole fucking city looked like him!!! I couldn’t be here anymore… so i left….

But i'm back now and i… but i just… it’s… i can’t… he will never know how much i love him… and i will never know how much he loved me…”

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto imagine #michael berzatto x reader #reader #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto imagine #mikey the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #richie berzatto imagine #richie the bear #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #sugar berzatto #natalie berzatto #the bear fx

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hello! I love your fics of Larissa, so I would like to make a request, if you're not busy. Im kinda sick right now so I would like to see something with a sick reader who is teacher at Nevermore and Larissa taking care of her, fluff to fulfill my poor soul today 👉👈

I'm never too busy for Larissa requests. I hope you feel better soon 🖤

Coughs wracked your body. You whimpered, curling up into a ball under the mountain of blankets you’d dragged onto your bed. Your body was trembling, shivers rattling your bones. Your throat was screaming at you. You squeezed your eyes shut, cursing past you for being nice to the sick student in your class.

You must have managed to sleep for a while. You assumed no one would be coming to check on you, your notice of illness having been sent in and approved, a substitute found to cover your classes. Having said that, upon waking a cool hand was pressed to your forehead. You reached up to bat it away, trying to ignore how weak you felt.

A low chuckle came with the hand moving to lower your arm back to your side. You squinted up, your throbbing headache only slightly better. You relaxed recognising the familiar figure, only to begin coughing uncontrollably again.

Her cool hand gently cupped your cheek, turning your head towards her.

“Oh, my darling, you’re in a bad way.”

“Rissa,” you groaned, trying to push your wife away, “don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Nonsense, darling, I can’t leave you alone in this sorry state,” she replied, “how are you feeling?”

“Awful,” you replied

Her fingers carded through your tangled hair and your eyes slipped closed again. She knew exactly how much you loved it when she played with your hair. She was playing dirty. You didn’t have the strength to fight it.

“I brought you tea,” she said, “and soup. We need to get some fluids in you.”

You let her help you sit up, struggling to rise properly. She shoved the pillows usually reserved for her head behind your back, propping you up against the headboard. You whimpered when she got up, already missing her.

“It’s alright, love, I’m right here,” she said, sitting by your hip again.

She placed a bowl of soup in your lap, curling your fingers around an ice cold spoon. You hissed, dropping it. You knew if you were less sick she’d be rolling her eyes at your antics. As it stood, she only picked up the spoon, dipping it into the soup.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did as you were told. She slipped the spoon in your mouth, something salty slipping down your throat. You let her feed you the soup, wincing with each swallow, sad your sick brain couldn’t take full advantage of the luxury. As she did she told you about her day. You let her words wash over you, more focused on her hands and her face. Those were things that were easy to focus on.

Eventually you pushed her hand away, unable to eat any more. She sighed, setting the bowl on your bedside table, her hand going back to your forehead. A soft pair of lips pressed where the hand had been. You hummed.

“You’re burning up,” she said.

“Mmhm,” you replied.

She disappeared again. Your eyes slid closed, weariness in every bone in your body. Something cold pressed against your skin. You groaned, relief swift and kind to you. The water left on your skin dripped down your neck, soaking into the pillow beneath you. It began to grow warm and you reached up for it. Cool hands batted yours away, removing the cold compress. Water sloshed nearby and it was replaced, cold once again.

“Do you think you’re up to drinking some tea?” Larissa asked, her voice soft, delicate, as if worried about breaking you.

“For you I’ll try,” you rasped out.

She brought the cup to your lips, the liquid lukewarm now, almost cold in your mouth. You forced down that first sip before gently pushing her hand away. She set the cup down, replacing your cold compress again. You shivered.

You reached out to her, grasping her arm. She was so solid, so warm. All you wanted to do was sleep.

“Rissa,” you said, voice scratchy.

“Yes, my darling?”

“Lie down with me?” you asked.

“Of course, love.”

She shifted, the bed dipping beside you. You pushed her pillows back towards her, doing your best to become horizontal again. She helped, hands sure as she guided you. Lying down was a relief for your pounding head.

Rolling over, you curled up against her body. Her arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. Placing your head on her chest you could hear her heartbeat, slow and steady. Her fingers ran through your hair again, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed, shuffling closer, sleep tugging at you.

Needless to say, a few days later she was coughing and shivering and you had to take care of her in return.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine

[giorno-plays-piano]

Family Man

Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, shameless smut, mating, breeding, early pregnancy, bad dirty talk.

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious.

P.S. Yep, one more orc!Bucky fic that has nothing original in it, but who cares 😂

"Getting used to it, huh?" A huge orc twice your size hummed in your ear, his cock buried so deep in your pussy you could see your soft belly bulging. "I told ya this cunt can fit me whole. Feel good, huh?"

You mewled against his lips, licking him like a kitten, your hips moving with his. Yes, it felt good, so good you didn't mind his lack of manners when he rushed to your room and pushed you on your bed, no questions asked: you knew Bucky was pent up after going to the neighboring village, and the best way to vent out his anger was to mate with you till he emptied his balls in your pussy.

Barbaric orc. He couldn't stand you not walking with a round belly yet. Knocking up a human woman was somewhat a responsibility for him, an idea fix, something not even worth talking about - it was in his blood, he said when he was fucking you for the first time, only getting the tip in thanks to his monstrous size. You could plead him all you wanted, but he was going to put a baby in you, and one more after that, and he'd keep doing that again and again because it was in his nature, and birthing his children was in yours.

"You're a human female, right?" He asked you as if it didn't need any explanation whatsoever. "You'll mate with a male if he's strong enough to protect his family, won't you? Yeah, you gotta mate with me, woman."

It wasn't a question or proposal: he had you under him the moment he spotted you in the pond, washing off dirt from your body after a day of travelling in the forest. You were scared to the point you'd plead him for your life, but getting away from a warrior orc his size was simply impossible, and you were already naked, your bow and arrows abandoned on the rock nearby along with your clothes. You thought a barbarian would skin you alive and eat your insides raw, but instead an orc kissed your inner thighs and rammed his tongue inside your pussy till you screamed, making you so weak you could no longer get up from the ground by yourself. Although he tried to stick his enormously huge dick in you, he soon realized it was useless: a human of your size needed a training before he'd fuck you good, he said, making you rub yourself on top of him until he creamed all over your thighs.

It was hella scary, you thought when you remembered that day, but he didn't hurt you much - Bucky could easily tear you apart if he were impatient, you heard the rumors of orcs raping humans to death. Maybe you were lucky he didn't want to kill you.

"Kill you? A female?" He barked at you when you voiced your concern. "Are you out of your mind, woman?"

He then told you with disgust humans might be slaughtering each other with no regard to age and gender, but he, an orc, was not a brute to slain a woman to mate with her corpse. It made him terribly upset you even supposed he could do it to you, and from then on he always made sure you carried yourself as a woman of his house, not a human slave he brought home for pleasure. But, truly, he still locked the doors when he left to prevent you from coming back to the forest.

"Do ya no good staying there," he mumbled angrily, clearly afraid you'd leave the moment the opportunity presented itself. "If goblins find you, they'll fuck you first and then sell you to someone. No more hanging in the forest, woman, you got it?"

Well, not that idea of being fucked by those little ugly bastards excited you. At least here you were fed, clothed, and left unharmed in exchange for your night services, despite how sad it might look when you gave it a thought.

"I wanna cum," you pleaded when your orc thrusted particularly hard, rubbing against the spongy spot inside you and forcing you to squeal. "Please, pleas-"

He bared his tusks in a predatory smile, feeling so proud you were begging him to fuck your brains out, and changed the position immediately, tucking your legs up and driving his dick all the way until he could feel the bulge in your belly rubbing against him. Shit, with your cunt getting stuffed full like that you had no choice but to milk him dry. He wanted to get you pregnant so bad. He needed to get you pregnant. As long as you had orc children with their slightly sharp ears and little tusks, you couldn't go back to your people to never return again. If Bucky could make you addicted to pleasure, knock you up, make you feel like life here, with him, would be better than life with your kind, you would certainly stay.

"I'll knock you up," he growled in your face as if he were angry you weren't with child yet. "Get pregnant, bedwarmer. Squeeze your cunt tighter, you hear me?"

With your eyes rolling inside your skull, he couldn't make you listen to him even for a second as your pussy spasmed around his dick, drawing a low growl from him as you mewled, your legs twitching, "Yesyesyesss-"

He knew you always loved cumming when he kissed you, balls deep in your cunt, so Bucky grabbed you by the chin to force his tongue inside your mouth, giving you a good taste of his saliva when you curled your toes, orgasming with him filling you up with his hot sticky seed. Your poor human pussy started overflowing with his cum in a matter of seconds, but Bucky didn't ease his grip on you, locking you up with his arms and legs until he made a complete mess out of you, his female, who was barely able to breathe when he let go of your lips. He needed to make sure this time you would drink his seed with your cunt properly and have his baby in your belly by the end of the day.

And you needed to work on your stamina if you wanted to keep him satisfied, you thought lazily, your pussy drenched from his fat cum and your juices. Each time you felt like you had just run a marathon with your knees trembling and your heart beating so fast you were afraid it would tear through your ribcage. Was it always going to be like this?

You didn't realize you asked it out loud until your orc started to speak.

"Until my seed takes, at the very least," he murmured, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he locked you in his arms, bringing you to lay your head on his chest. "I won't bother a pregnant woman."

"But you're bothering me," you huffed, seeing no reason to keep your secret further and watching your orc freeze on the spot, watching you wide-eyed. "What? You're an orc. Surely, you know how potent your seed is."

"What did ya say?" He demanded of you, unsure what to make of it. "Are you already with child? Are you pregnant?"

Seeing him so restless made you feel slightly better: the idea of having an orc baby didn't look too thrilling to you at first, and you spent a couple of days thinking about it, unsure of what was going to happen to you and the baby if you decided to keep it.

Truly, you did want to keep your baby. You just didn't know if you wanted them to be raised here, in an orc settlement, with some barbarian who couldn't even tell you who you were here and how you were going to live.

"I think I am," you exhaled, directing your gaze elsewhere just not to look Bucky in the face. "No, I'm sure I am. What do we do now?"

For a second he looked at you like you said something stupid, but then his expression quickly changed to a guilty one, "I know it's your first child. I'll bring someone who'll teach you how to care for a baby soon."

"That's not what I mean!" you snapped at him, your patience running dry. "Don't play stupid! I don't want my baby to be seen as a child of a human slave. I don't want to raise them here if your people will look down on them because I'm no one. And if you're gonna take a wife and have kids with her..."

"I took a wife, and I'm having a child with her," his gruff voice made you silent when your orc hovered above you with an angry expression on his handsome face, his eyes furious.

"I've never called ya my human slave or anything. If I call ya my woman, I call ya my wife, stupid."

"You never said you'll take me as your w-"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he shook his head, upset and angry and restless. "Stupid woman! Is that because I didn't buy a ring? I'll buy ya a ring! A big, fancy, precious ring! Stupid woman, to nearly call my child a bastard born from a human slave because of a ring!"

Bucky seemed so upset and anxious he jumped off the bed, leaving you, perplexed, to stare at him while he was gathering his clothes and dressing hurriedly. A ring? Did he think you cared for a ring when he didn't mention even once he was taking you as his wife? Did he think if he got you a ring you would consider him your husband once and for all?

"Bucky, stop, please, we need to-"

"No," he grumbled, putting on his pants and grabbing his weapons he carried with him everywhere. "I'm going to buy ya a ring, and when I come back home, no more stupid talk about marriage! And if ya have so much free time to worry about silly things, ya better come up with a name for the baby when I return!"

He flew out of the house before you managed to tell him it was all a misunderstanding and asked him to talk to you about family matters you kept thinking about. Bucky seemed so frusttated it was probably impossible to talk some sense into him, anyway.

Well, at least you already had a name for your baby you were going to tell him once your angry orc came back home.

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#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #yandere #dark bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #mcu #orc!bucky

[povofjustme]

CAOS

You broken me

Angst

Summary: PB and AS had keep you a secret from the world. You had enough and broke up with them. Now they wish they can turn back time

prudence blackwood x ex lover x ambrose spellman

PSA- didn’t proofread it was too sad

There were days at the academy where you felt alone. It’s been 6 months now that you have been dating the witch and warlock and they still didn’t want to make it public. They would always hands on each other and or kiss and you would sit right there acting as if you had nothing to do with it.

At first, when they told you that they wanted to keep quiet, you didn’t think much about it. But the the longer it went on, you just felt like their dirty little secret. It was not fair to you. They would be all over each other in front of you in FRONT of other people. But if someone was to come up to you asking you, you would end up with the slice treatment from Prudence and Ambrose would just look disappointed. It wasn’t far.

The two nights before the Lupercalia you were all in the Ambrose bed you in the middle. After getting done devils tango. You got up grabbed the first shift to put on and used the bathroom. Washing your hands and waking back out. The two were whispering to each other.

“What are you two talking about over there” You walked back in and sat at the end of the bed. They both have a look on their face, and you could make out the look.

Ambrose was the first to break the moment of silence. “Uh was we just talking about the Lupercalia” he started with. “So what about it?” You asked “Well I know we talked about all 3 of us doing it together” he kept talking about it but it made you feel uneasy. “And we were hoping you can sit this one out” Ambrose finished out. “What do you mean? A month ago you promised we would”

You can feel the tears slowly falling out. This isn’t the first time they broke a promise. Prudence had crowded into your side, putting her hand on your shoulder. “ I know we did but” “But what Prudence? You guys always do this to me” You kept your voice low and steady. Since being with them, you have practiced talking while crying. Somehow it would always be you doing the crying because of them.

“Babe if you can just listen to our reasoning, you will understand” Ambrose came closer to you two but that’s not what you want. You started to get up slowly and put on your clothes. “Hey, hey now. Where do you think you’re doing” Prudence didn’t look like it but the sound of her voice panicked. “I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“You two can, am going home” one hand on the door handle. You feel someone's hand on yours. “No, you’re not. You are going to stay here and -“ “No I am not. I want to go home and sleep” “You can sleep here with us!” Prudence was now starting to show the panic. “Why would I?” “Why would you not?” For the first time in a while, you can hear Ambrose in the back.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you didn’t understand why you told it to go on for so long. You had enough, you were tired of it all. You just wanted to go home. “Am done for the night, so let me hand go, now” Yet again, your voice was low and steady. “Not until you listen to us. So sit down”

You didn’t look at them. You just said a little spell under your breath and her hand was off of yours. You fast-walked down the stairs and put your shoes on by the door. You could hear the two coming. But then you saw Sabrina out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, I didn’t know you would be here” “Don’t worry, you won’t see me here again. Goodnight Sabrina” They gave you a ring a while ago. You knew they used it to locate you. You slipped it off your hand and gave it to Sabrina. You didn’t want them trying to find you.

“Here, I want to give this to you.” You grabbed her hand and put it on her right hand. You saw her put it on. “Wow, you want me to have this. It looks meaning” Sabrina had been a very good friend to you since she got to the Academy, so you hoped she didn’t think much about it. She didn’t even know about the 3 of you. You saw Prudence and Ambrose on top of the stairs. You hugged Sabrina and said goodnight. You just wanted to get out of the house and away from them.

That night you went home, not the Academy. You lived in the next town over. Riverdale. You took a shower and went straight to sleep after. The morning your parents didn’t even know you went home. You knew you needed an excuse to “stay home and play sick” you just needed your space. And your mom did just that. She called Father Blackwood and told him you came down with a stomach bug.

~

You didn’t go to school for two days and you knew they were trying to contact you. Back at the school, they wanted to talk more and get you to understand them. But what was there to understand?

They found out that you gave Sabrina the right and wasn’t happy, mostly Prudence. But more upset that they couldn’t find you.

You wanted to end the “relationship”. And you were going to do just that. You had two days to yourself and then back to school. Not even being about to walk in your first class, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty room right across. You almost fell but Ambrose had got you before the floor did. He held you into him. You saw Prudence shut the door.

“Where the hell have you been, you went MIA on us.” Prudence was not having it. She went straight to the question. You could feel Ambrose's hands holding on you for dear life but you stepped out from it and fixing your outfit you had picked out. “We have been worried sick about you. And the little trick with the right, it wasn’t funny” You can feel her anger in every word

“You have nothing to say?” You looked down. “Am done” Your had thought everything through. You were going to break up with them at The Spellman home. And tell them you can all still be friends. But that all went out the window at the moment.

“What do you mean you done” Ambrose spoke out. “Am done, I can’t do this anymore. The hiding, the sneaking. Acting like am always the third wheel in front of everyone. Am done being y’all secret” You kept it all together. The days you were gone were spent crying your heart out. You had no more tears to give.

“You can’t surely mean that love, am sure we can talk about this” Ambrose spoke out but you weren’t having it. “But I do mean it. This, as isn’t working anymore. Am breaking up with you. This is me deciding for myself. And I know my worth, and this isn’t how I should be treated. You broke me!” But by the time you were done talking. They both had tears in their eyes

“Please say you don’t mean that? Please Tell me you're not going through with this!” Prudence y’allied out at you. You never in your years of knowing her seen her this mad. “Are you sure you wanna be yelling, don’t want people to know about me, right?” You wish it wasn’t this hard for them to let you go. It was clear, everything was clear for you now.

“We can give you some space and talk about this again, okay?” Ambrose stepped closer to you with every word. You could tell he was trying, trying to make you rethink everything. But you couldn’t, you were ready to go out and dance with whoever you wanted. Talk to whoever you want. Go on dates with someone(s) and hold has with that person(s) out in public without them feeling like they had to hide you. You wanted to be loved, not just in the dark.

“Respect my decision, mine.” They knew you weren’t gonna back down. You were never the type too. “We will respect your decision,” Ambrose said at last “You can’t be letting her do this!” “I am and we will. She just told us she isn’t happy. We need to let her be happy Pru”

There was nothing for you to say. You walked to Ambrose, gave him, and kissed him. You could feel him pulling you in more, knowing this would be the last time. When the moment was over you walked up to her, the woman you thought you were gonna be with till the day you die. She didn’t wait for you to say anything. She walked into your arms and kissed you. The kiss had so much love and passion. You didn’t want to let go but at the end of the day. This is for you.

No one said a word when you opened the door and walked out.

#poc #black reader #caos imagines #ambrose spellman x reader #prudence blackwood image #ambrose spellman #prudence x female reader