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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

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neonovember · 9 months

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Coming in HOT with some ANGST and FLUFF, having SUCH an intense emotional fight with Carmen one night. Maybe you’re both arguing about the opening of The Bear or finances or even just with communication in your relationship, Carmen just snaps about how you weren’t always this hostile. Just losing it on him and in tears crying out “YOU LEFT!! YOU LEFT ME CARMEN!! I understand what happened with you and your brother, but you just fucking left and didn’t even say goodbye!! You know how AWFUL that made me feel?! Like all of a sudden after everything we’d been through! It was like suddenly I was another face you just cut out and forgot about. It took me MONTHS to stop even just thinking about you. And then when you came back? It was as if nothing happened, but I was SO happy you were back….and now you always act like I’m some inconvenience that’s always in the way!!!! So what do you WANT Carmen?! Do you want me to stay or is this another New York situation?”. You can see Carmen’s heart shattering in his face as he just crumbles at the end begging for forgiveness 🥲. It ends maybe with the both of you holding each other in the kitchen “I’m so sorry” “No no….it’s okay….I shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that…”

All for you

this request was so good! your brain anon..😍 i hope i did it justice, this is part one of two because i always seem to be extending things that should be a one shot! i'm thinking part two should be from carm's pov? what do you guys think??

warnings: shouting, self deprecation, angst to the tenth power, no happy endings, carmen is so so so bad at communicating, unresolved tension/anger, new york carmy!

Loving Carmen was a lot of things.

It was the smoulder of colours brushed onto a canvas, it was the crash of waves in the middle of the pacific, fighting and thrashing against each other until it took you under and below. It was the spoonful of honey that eased the bitterness, it was beyond your control. A love so smouldering and bright that you didn't quite know if your heart could fit it all.

But it was also difficult, like dragging a 50 pound steel anchor every way you went. You were forever grateful to have Carmen in your life, again at least, but it wasn’t exactly like the things that he had struggled with before he wasn't struggling with even more now.

You were patient, you tried to be at least. When he wouldn’t pick up your calls for hours, when he was so caught up with work he forgot to eat, when he was so caught up with work all the last of his energy was spent on you and not himself.

You loved Carmen too hard to let him destroy himself for his work, even if he hated you for it, you couldn't watch him crumble and break from the stress of the restaurant and the overwhelming pressure he put on himself.

Especially when you saw him begin to unravel before you, melting hot wax crackling and setting form. He had begun to throw back bottles of pepto like it was water, crunching on tums like popcorn any chance he got, and it wasn't like the restaurant was doing bad, in fact it was doing amazing. Yet, it was that fact alone that made Carmen get worse, made him slip into the sinking black hole that told him one moment away from the shop, one glance off of his work and it would crumble into ash.

You had seen this in New York, where he would call you during the depths of the night, the sound of his stuttered sobs breaking any resolve you had left. You had raced to throw on a jacket and bring a pot of soup to his place even when he protested. You fed him whilst he shook against you, you whispered stories until he fell asleep, you kissed his curls.

You wondered if he knew.

You find yourself doing the same thing now, like an endless dance you both are bound to, every rational part of you wants to hate it but you can't deny the way your heart shimmers in want. Your mind moves with the familiarity of it, chasing after him like a game of cat and mouse.

Only this time you live with Carmen and not in a dingy shoebox in New York holding back every ounce of love you wanted to pour into him.

Carmen’s mind was forever connected to food, it was something so automatic it fell unconscious under his skin. You found amusement in the way he’d stand in the middle of your apartment living room in quick critic over the late night cooking shows that you would turn on whilst waiting for him to come home, or the coffee around the corner he swears isn’t actual beans.

But your soup, and anything else you made was something he had always reserved with a certain adoration. He’d whisper into the anonymity of your neck under the covers, recounting how your food was akin to a warm hug, coming home to the smell of cookies and a house of laughter and light he wished he had growing up.

You hoped he had actually eaten something today, but it was that belief that evaded your mind as quickly as it came when you reminded yourself who Carmen was. It was push and pull, and you would be damned if he didn't finish your food and then some.

Your job allowed you to work from home, and you don’t know if it was your laziness or intelligence that enabled you to make it so that you only had to work a couple hours in the day. It was sometimes strange to Carmen, how you could be able to find love and creation in something without putting everything into it.

Carmen was always watching you, he found peace in it, the moves and motions of you all over the apartment, the scent of your body wash, you toothbrush next to his, you were a movie right in front of him and he would watch you for eternity if he could.

You turn into the back of the Bear, parking between the faded white lines before turning off the engine and staying in the car for a moment. You hated the cold, and your breath had already begun to blow out misty clouds every time you exhaled. Collecting the warm container of soup and a sandwich you quickly jog towards the restaurant, taking the back door when you notice Manny leaving.

“Hey Hun, how ya doing” Manny nods towards you with a warm smile

“Hey Manny, just coming to get Carmen to eat something other than tums”

“Chef is definitely wound tight, mix up on a new delivery of some kind of fruit? Forgot the name.. It's spiky and smells like when we moved out those ovens and found those burnt onions and stock stuck to the floor” Manny replies with a wince as you both recall the devastating smell that hadn’t left your nostrils in weeks during the renovation.

“Uh, Durian?” You reply and Manny clicks his fingers at your reply.

“That's it. That mind of yours is really something. He hasn’t taken a break since the morning, but you always have a way with him” Manny raises his eyebrows and you shake your head with a laugh

You only remember that particular fruit because Carmen had been obsessing over a new menu item that included it as its main component. He had spent sleepless nights perfecting it, despite it being utterly magnificent the first try. You couldn’t shake him from his work, it could consume him for months if he let it, and you feared he was at the precipice of falling into that hole once again.

You walk through the back hallway leading up to the main kitchen, passing by the tired hunches of the shoulder dressed down in crisp white shirts and aprons. The Bear had a late start today, Sydney suggested opening a little later for a full dinner menu rather than lunch as well and the turn out had shocked you all.

It also meant Carmen came home even later than he already did during those nights, you’ve had to damn near carry him to the bath to get him to not drop dead the second he came home. You didn’t mind however, you couldn't deny the faint thrum of your heart content as you washed Carmen’s hair whilst he lay against you half asleep.

You spot Sydney at her station, and you quickly walk over to see her prepping for dinner, the swoop of her knife cutting into red meat in a kind of curve you knew she had perfected over the years.

“Hey Syd, early start?” You say, once your side by side with her

“Oh don’t remind me, can you believe the L got backed up from all the ice last night? Added a whole 45 minutes to my commute” Sydney groans out, shaking her head as she turns to you. Grateful to have a reprieve from her repetitive cutting.

“Goddam Chicago, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve got a bottle of wine with your name on it in my fridge and it is dying to be opened and shared by two very, very tired women” You reply, smiling at the way Sydney raises her eyebrows gleefully at the thought.

“I am holding you to that, as soon as we get through today. God, this new dish Carmen has thought up is kicking my ass” Sydney replies, and your ears chirp at the mention of the man you’ve been looking for.

“Speaking of Carmen, have you seen him?”

“Yeah, I think he’s still in the office, been on call with one of our vendors cause of the mix up with the--”

“Durian, yeah. Thanks Syd” You reply, giving her a nod before making your way to the hallway leading into the office.

You hear Carmen before you see him, the sound of his loud voice seeping through the cracks of the door. His voice rises as he gets more and more agitated, and you don’t miss the sound of a cup being thrown against the wall as the phone call continues, not waiting a moment before firing back muffled words you can hardly make out except

“Unprofessional” “waste of my time” “fuckin’ dick”

So yeah, you thought it was definitely a good time to walk in and get your extremely agitated boyfriend to eat your soup.

Just as you walk through the door, you see Carmen slam the phone back onto the receiver, shouting out obscenities at the object as he throws his chair back onto the floor. Years working together has made you unfazed by his outbursts of anger, though you have been sly in trying to get him to go to therapy so that he doesn't get an aneurysm over the phone with the Wifi company or something hilariously trivial.

“Hey Carm” You say, whilst closing the door, and Carmen look up at you in surprise, his features sobering, as his eyes relax into a comforting gaze.

“Ah shit, sorry bout that, just some stubborn, pig headed vendors who don’t want to fix a problem they fucking caused” Carmen replies, his chest rising rapidly as he takes sharp inhales of oxygen.

He turns to face you and you take in the sunken look of his cheeks, the skin a little discoloured like he was sick, and his hair dishevelled and falling flat against his face like he's run his hand through it too many times.

“Jesus Carmen, have you gotten any sleep?” You reply, instantly as you make your way over to him, pressing a hand on his shoulder.

Carmen shudders against your touch, shaking his head as he leans back and away from you. You stumble as you look down at your hand now inches away from his shoulder in confusion. Carmen never turned you away from him, in fact during those unforgiving times of anxiety and anguish, when he felt the entire sky falling, you would be his anchor to bring him back.

The fact that he had visibly shuddered when you touched him made your heart ache, and it hurts even more when Carmen notices, the guilt spilling into him.

“Just been so busy” Carmen replies, his eyes darting everywhere but you, as you nod with a tight smile, backing away from him.

You reach for the soup you've left on the edge, placing it on the desk and you nod to it

“Have you eaten today?” You reply and Carmen stops watching you, blinking slowly as he tries to remember the last time he's actually consumed something, before coming up empty and shaking his head up at you with a groan.

“I thought so, you need to eat Carmen, how can you expect to function let alone run a restaurant if you aren't at your optimal level” You reason, leaning against the table, with your arms crossed against your chest.

“It’s fine, I was just gonna grab something small” Carmen waves you off

“Actually, I brought you food right now so I think it would be a perfect time-

“Is that why you came? To micromanage me like some toddler” Carmen suddenly replies, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you through half lidded eyes.

“I- what? I didn’t-”

“I can run my restaurant blindfolded with my arms tied behind my back, alright? I don’t need you to come and patronise me like you know every goddamn thing” Carmen spits out, and you can't help the way your blood runs hot, the rhythmic beat of anger pounding through you like a hammer.

How fucking dare he

“Excuse me? I came here for you Carmen, not some self-righteous moment to say I'm better than you. God damnit, is that what you think? I came here to make sure you didn't faint and fall into a pot of boiling hot water” You spit out, Carmen looks up at you, hes blues swimming in ire as he lets a humour-less laugh rumble through his chest.

You felt all the things you had kept a lid on begin to tumble out of your mouth, and soon you’re anger morphed into a building current. The flashes of everything that had gone wrong, the lack of communication, the coming home late, it all has begun to accumulate rapidly and you let it consume you in its entirety.

“Sure, of course,” Carmen sings. “I’m not your fucking child alright? You are my goddamn mother so stop treating me like you need to make sure I eat 3 times a day and have my nightly bath. I’m a grown man-”

“Then ACT LIKE IT!”

Carmen looks up at you in surprise, his brows knitting as his head swivels back from your outburst. You had never screamed at him, in fact, Carmen can’t remember a time where you had screamed at anyone like you did now as you stare him down deviantly. Eyes burning with a fiery anger that begged to be stoked. Carmen knows this, your hands shake in tight fists like your seconds away from swiping him, and he resorts back to his usual self destruction of turning back and running away.

“Yeah, yeah that's right, walk away, walk away like you always do. Carmen, soon enough you're going to have to face it you know? You’re gonna have to face your fucking issues before it destroys us both” You scream, and Carmen pauses, causing you to stumble. Carmen turns around to face you in the middle of the hallway, the rush of anger present on his cheeks, causing the veins to bulge out on his neck and he looms over you

“Issues, I have fucking issues? You’re screaming at me because of goddamn soup”

“It’s more than fucking SOUP!” The screech of your voice bounced across the thin walls of the restaurant hallway, your throat begins to burn as you begin to swallow down the emotion bubbling within you. You want to reach into him and rattle his neck, force him to see the destructive path he was taking, force him to do anything but turn away and shut you out.

A quiet trepidation falls over the entire kitchen as they watch you both fight, it was unheard of, an anomaly that seemed wrong, like someone had gotten a couple from the street and put your faces on it.

Watching you both fight was like watching a performance. The way you both leaned into each other menacingly, neither of you backing down, there was an indefinite energy that bubbled between you both, you were seconds away from shocking each other or making out.

“What is it then huh? Why are you acting like this? You expect me to read your goddamn mind? You’ve changed alright? Everyone can see it, I can't even recognise the person in front of me half the time” Carmen sneers, his neck turning a crimson red as he clenches his jaw painfully. He’s holding himself back, his body shakes with it, the tight clenches of his fist stopping him from putting a hole in the wall or smashing a chair.

“I’ve changed? Me?” You cut yourself off with a chuckle, Carmen shifted his gaze as his eyebrows knot in confusion, and when you catch a glimpse of his face you can’t help the booming sound from crawling up your throat, keening over as the sick sound of laughter rocks through your body.

The rest of the team now watches on in horror, you were laughing, why are you fucking laughing?

You try and gulp down the uncontrollable fit of laughter, you can practically feel your body shift down into the jagged memories from all those years ago. From a place and time you had shuffled into a no named cabinet and thrown into the deepest depths of the ocean.

You didn’t want to remember, you begged your mind to forget, but as your laughter slips into sharp inhales, you already can taste the wetness streaming down your cheeks, and slithering down the slope of your neck.

Your sob’s rack through you, winding you until you hunched over, reaching out onto the wall to steady yourself and trying to find footing as the ground caves beneath you.

Carmen recognises it in an instant, taking a tentative step forward, raising his arms before dropping them in a second, like he was approaching a volatile animal.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I-” Carmen starts, but you’ve already raised yourself from your hunched position, the tears dripping into the linoleum floors and splashing onto your combat boots.

You didn’t want to face that time in your life again, but Carmen has practically forced you too, and there's no way in hell you weren’t going to drag him down into that bordered off well. Fuck being the bigger person.

“No no, you spoke, this is my fucking turn now” You grunt out, the rippling grief leaving your body in a flash as you sneer over him.

Carmen gulps back a retort, his mind re-circuiting, trying to figure out your polar behaviour. Carmen knew better to interrupt you now, in fact the restaurants was a pin drop quiet, safe for the whooshing sound of the central air corn, and the sound of Carmen's stuttering inhales.

“YOU listen to me” You spit, pointing a finger, pressing it into Carmen's chest so hard he stumbles back

“You fucking left me Carmen. You! You- just, you dropped everything we had, everything we ever built in New York and you disappeared. And it was Mickey, and you needed to be there and I got that, I get that, but you- you just left me there.” You grunt, biting back the swell of emotion that erupted when you thought about those years ago.

“You became a ghost, and god,- you could have told me, after everything I thought we had- you could've told me! But then you didn't. And I was left to pick up the pieces, wondering if you had ever loved me, wondering if I should have given half of myself to you whilst you couldn't even call me back” You stutter out, shocking back the onslaught of tears as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

Carmen’s face pales as he registers those years ago in New York, the immediate look of guilt and anguish twisting his features as he leans onto the wall for support.

Even after all these years, all this time, you still felt it like it was yesterday. All your work had become undone, the thin veil of healing had been stripped back to bare bones in an instant, and you hate it, you hate it so much. Why couldn’t you have packed up and moved on? Why did you have to fold back into yourself at those memories? You don't know what you're seeking now, vengeance, restitution, it all becomes blurred in the heat of it, and god have you wanted to strip your skin and wake up restored since that night.

“You ruined me for a year Carmen. I was a shell of myself because of you. And then you called me that afternoon and you know what? I wanted to throw my phone into the fucking Hudson. I wanted to rip my hair out and scream and hurt you like you hurt me because the truth was I already forgiven you before you even apologised. And you never did. And I still wanted to come back to Chicago for you.”

“Honey-” Carmen's strained voice shudders at your words, and you can make out the red of his eyelids, the tears collecting at his lids.

You hold up a hand, stopping Carmen from speaking, tears begin to form at your waterline, threatening to break, your vision blurs, the features of Carmen’s tormented face becoming wobbly and undefined.

You were so sick of crying, you were so sick of it.

“And I won’t ever make you keep paying for a mistake for the rest of your life, I let go of that anger because you needed my help and in some way, I fell in love with you all over again, I was able to make peace with it.”

“But you don't think I know you Carmen? When you overwork yourself to death you can barely eat? When you get bad again at calling me? When you were good, you were the best person in my entire world, but when you're like this?” You shake your head into the empty space between you, hands waving in front of you.

Carmen looks torn apart, his hair falling flat against his forehead, his hands in tight fists as he shakes his head against your words. Begging, on his knees, begging for you to stop, to stop saying those things that came from your mouth that were not true. His body shakes with it, the gushing feeling of guilt, it washes over him in waves.

His mind is going a mile a minute, every thought of work, of that mismatched order he had to deal with, of the vendor who refused to deliver, it all went out the window the second your face contorted in that heart aching way. He can't lose you, every fiber in his being yearned for you, he lived for you. And here he was losing you, like a brush of paint across a canvas.

You were slipping from him every second you stood there with tears dripping down your cheeks like a stream.

“You’re the one that's changed. You're the one who's always changing. Don��t throw it back at me just because you can’t see it” You mutter with a shake of your head. Your voice carries a finality with it, and you jerk from Carmen when he takes a step towards you. You can't breathe in here, and you pass by the concerned gases of the rest of the Bear, shaking your head and moving away from Sydney, before dipping back into the busy streets of Chicago. You bite your tongue the entire way until the taste of copper fills your mouth.

Folding yourself into the huddled waves of mundanity, leaving your soup and the last bit of your aching heart on the bench of Carmen's office.

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angelkhi · 1 year

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laundry day - j.m

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: joel finds a small surprise when doing his laundry.

warnings: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI) male masturbation, allusions to sex, nasty thoughts, joel being horny and a little bit in love.

word count: 657

a little note: i love the last of us with my whole heart and coochie and i cried ugly tears watching the trailer last night. anyways if i thought i was down bad for pixels, pedro has now doubled it. tripped it. enjoy this short thing i wrote in like 20 minutes 🫶🏾

Joel knows he shouldn’t. But they’re just sitting there, taunting him, sat so perfectly amongst the washing pile. He hadn’t meant to take them, he didn’t even know he had until he was folding away the few shirts he owned. But now the simple piece of cotton has thrown him so completely. It wasn’t uncommon for laundry to get mixed up around here, close quarters and all. But it had never affected him like this.

He knows they’re yours, you’re the only other person who does their washing at stupid o’clock. You’re the reason he’d started doing his in the depths of the night, the chance of bumping into you, having you to himself in the vacuum of the laundry room his selfish need to be around you, to feel things he hadn’t felt in so long.

He can’t decide if it’s backfired or a godsend, resting on the edge of his creaking bed, hunched over the small pile of clothing. They’re soft against his calloused skin when he finally plucks up the courage to touch them. Simple. Black. A slightly torn frilly hem. They’re you.

He thumbs at the fabric for a moment longer, imagines them flush against your skin, hugging your backside so perfectly, hiding your perfect cunt. His cock twitches in his boxers, arousal settling in his stomach. He strokes them again, wondering if you’re missing them, what they’d look like pulled to the side as he fucks you with his fingers, or hanging from your ankle whilst he makes you come on his cock over and over.

Fucking hell.

Joel squeezes his dick tight and hard trying to relieve some of the building pressure. He’s hard as a rock, palming himself in the middle of the night, your panties in his hand. A small dark splotch decorates the light grey material, precum leaking from his head, and he feels like a prepubescent kid again. Beyond desperate.

He pulls himself free, hissing at the cool air brushing over him. He wonders what sounds you’d make beneath him, how wet your pretty panties would be as he grinds against you. He jerks once, and then again, his grip tight almost mean. He wonders how you’d feel, cockdrunk, twitching beneath him cause he can’t let up. He’s addicted to something he’d never had the pleasure of having. He groans quietly, his mind running ragged, his need to know how you feel, how you smell, how you taste colouring filthy pictures he never wants to look away from.

He doesn’t think when he brings the material to his nose and inhales, a moan deep and guttural escaping his lips. He can smell the rosy suds of the detergent, the sweet floral notes smelling so you. But beneath it, there’s a hint of you. A warm, earthy musk. So perfectly you. Joel strokes himself hard and fast, the arousal spiking dangerously close to release.

He wraps the cotton in his fist, eyes closed, head thrown back, chest heaving. The smooth wrinkles on his skin grow harsh with bliss. He doesn’t think when he wraps the cotton around his cock, he can’t think when the cotton rubs against him so sensitive and ready to just let go. His now empty hand cups his sac, rolling and squeezing until he’s damn near panting.

He catches himself in the small mirror on his dresser, the image of him using your underwear to get himself off so downright filthy. The tension pulls, to a near breaking point and he’s spilling himself into your underwear. Small ropes of white come decorating the gusset, small droplets leaking onto the torn laced edges.

He sits for a moment, staring at the defaced material, thinking about your pretty, innocent smile, thinking about sliding them right over your pussy, his come mixing with your slick heat.

He finds the energy to fix himself up and tosses the panties into his dirty laundry pile. Maybe he’ll keep them.

#pedro pascal joel miller #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou #tlou smut #the last of us smut #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal smut

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enalovesharry · 8 months

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Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Light of his life

Summary; When Eddie tells the Hellfire Club that he is going to confess his feelings to his dream girl, y/n is heartbroken assuming he means Chrissy.

Little does she know...

Warnings; You all know the drill ❤Angst, pining, heartache, fluff and sweetness.

Reblogs, comments, etc are always appreciated. I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

💕❤

Eddie was quiet at lunch today. This in itself was unusual as he was always quite dramatic and according to Gareth never stopped talking most of the time.

So yeah, she was concerned. So was Dustin who nudged Eddie softly and Eddie looks up, he looks nervous. She can't remember the last time he was nervous.

"Uh, are you okay dude?". Dustin asks softly and Eddie nods suddenly growing determined.

"Couldn't be better Henderson. I am going to finally do it. I'm going to tell my dream girl how I feel about her".

Her heart sinks in her chest. It wasn't hard to know who he meant. She eyes the cheerleader table where Chrissy Cunningham sat. Queen of Hawkins high, pretty, cheerleader.

Of course, it would be Chrissy, she was Eddie's middle school crush.

It's what she always expected. Chrissy was a sweetheart to so it's not like y/n could hate her or anything. It's just Eddie had been her crush for year's and she always hoped for the day he could return her feelings.

Turns out that day wouldn't happen. Chrissy got to know Eddie through his dealings when she wanted some weed. Chrissy didn't do it anymore but she and Eddie had struck up a friendship now so she could feel the same way for him.

"That's great Eddie". She murmurs striving to be happy for him. Even if it was breaking her heart, he was her friend she had to get over her feelings.

"When are you going to tell her?". Jeff asks and he swallows.

"After school, got everything planned". He chats with Jeff a bit more and she tries to keep herself together.

"Why not just tell her now? She's here isn't she". Mike asks puzzled and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"It's called romance Wheeler. This isn't some random hook-up I met at the hideout. I'm in love with this woman".

In love. He was in love with this woman? She feels like she can't breathe and blinks away tears hoping no one notices her devastated expression.

❤

All through the day, she feels the sickness in her stomach grow. The dread at seeing Eddie in love with some beautiful girl, most likely Chrissy.

She's so lost in thought that she doesn't notice Chrissy talking to Eddie at his van. When she does her stomach bottoms out.

Eddie is talking to her and she is smiling sweetly, then she hugs him and Eddie looks so happy.

That's the moment her heart breaks and she rushes away from the scene teary and bumps into Robin.

"Hey, you okay? Oh my god, are the kids okay? Did something happen? Shit I'm panicking sorry. It isn't another monster thing is it".

Steve comes out of the car and gestures to her inside with a concerned look on his features.

"Come on, hey it's okay honey. What happened is it the kids?". She shakes her head.

"Can you take me home Steve?". He softens and nods and she gets into the back seat as tears fall down her cheeks.

Well, he did say he would tell the girl after school. She really hopes that he is going to be happy with Chrissy, despite how heartbroken she is all she wants is for Eddie be happy.

❤

Eddie calls her a little later that day, it's their movie night and he has something that he wants to tell her.

Most likely that Chrissy is now his girl she expects and she can't say no because he sounds so insistent to see her.

So she buries her feelings and heads to Eddie trying not to show how nervous she is about what he's about to say.

Once she gets to the trailer she knocks on the door and Eddie yells for her to come in. Bracing herself she heads inside and gasps.

Eddie has lit some candles and he's holding a bunch of her favourite flowers, interspersed with some wildflowers that she adores in a variety of colours.

"Eddie?". Okay. Now she's confused.

"Hi, princess". He walks over to her and he looks so nervous.

"They are beautiful Eddie thank you. All this for movie night?". She murmurs heart fluttering.

"No, not just movie night. I said earlier that I was going to tell my dream girl how I felt, wanted it to be romantic for you princess".

Tears roll down her cheeks, she feels so happy, elated at his words but a bit confused.

"I don't understand. I saw you with Chrissy, she hugged you. I assumed she would be here that she was your dream girl". He chuckles.

"What? No. I told her that I was telling you how I felt tonight. She's been badgering me for weeks to say to you princess. I don't want Chrissy like that, she's just a friend. I don't want anyone. Just you baby".

He strokes her cheek and she can't believe that this is real. That he feels the same way as she does.

"I'm in love with you princess. I love you so much. You're the love of my life. I want you to be mine always my queen".

In response, she kisses him, peppering butterfly kisses over his cheek his jaw and then back to his lips.

"I love you too Eddie, I'll gladly be yours always". His grin widens and the nerves leave him as he kisses her again.

"Jesus H Christ that was nerve-wracking beautiful, now shall we watch a movie and I can cook you a fine gourmet meal. We have uh spaghetti hoops?". She giggles.

"Let's order a pizza, ooh and some ice cream". She tugs his hand and takes him into his room and onto his bed.

Well they'll order after a lot of kissing has been done.

💕💫💕💫

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lunafoster · 11 months

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Oh No (part 2)

AN: here’s part twoooo!! Sorry for the long wait, it took me a while to Finnish it because of me being studying most of the time (I’m in the middle of finals, please wish me luck).

Warnings: none I think? Bad English (I’m sorry, I promise I’m trying), A little bit of sexy(?) dancing if you squint really hard; Bojan and his girlfriend being cute; Käärijä being shy and having thoughts about them both (not like that).

Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x Käärijä + a tiny bit of Käärijä x fem!actress!reader

Words: 1500+ (so, funny story, part 1 has 1685 words and this one has 1658 hehe)

Part 1

Anyway, let’s go!

After the… incident with Bojan and meeting his girlfriend, because Jere refused to call it anything else, the Finn had continued to make a fool out of himself that night.

Even though he had been partying with the others, his eyes would always end up wondering back to them dancing together. And, of course, they sometimes caught him staring.

Jere was aware that Bojan was hot; in fact, he had been made aware of that ever since they had met in Madrid. As time went on and they started getting closer, he also found out, to his demise, that he was a great person: funny, caring, kind, charming and talented.

However, what he hadn’t known was that he had a girlfriend, and that she was equally as hot and loveable as him, as he had discovered when he talked to her for a bit. What are the odds, huh.

He gave up trying to party at around 3 am, sitting with Luke in one of the tables and just discreetly watching as the two moved their hips to the beat in their own little world.

The Serbian, who was nursing his fifth drink of the night, watched him carefully and followed his fleeting gaze to Bojan and the girl, slightly smirking when he figured it out.

“Go dance with them,” he told Käärijä with the smuggest look on his face.

“What?” The rapper sputtered, quickly moving his eyes away from the couple, cursing himself when he felt the heat rising towards his cheeks.

“I think they wouldn’t mind, honestly,” Luke pointed to where the two were dancing with his head and took a sip of his drink.

Jere didn’t answer, his gaze shifting to them again and watching as they smiled at each other while dancing. They didn’t look like they wanted company, at all.

He turned back to Luke and awkwardly smiled, trying to get the thoughts of the couple out of his mind. He didn’t want to bother them with his presence in the middle of their- whatever they were doing with the heart eyes.

The Finn was about to tell his companion as much when, out of the corner of his eye, he could make out Alessandra talking to the girl and taking her away from Bojan to dance with her.

Bojan, because of course he would, immediately crossed gazes with him and started walking towards their booth.

“Here comes loverboy!” sung Luke before getting up, mumbling something about another drink.

“Wait-” and he was too far away to hear him, if not for the loud music.

“What’s wrong? Are you not having fun?” was the first thing Bojan asked, getting all close to his ear to be heard over the song that was playing in that moment.

Käärijä felt his warm breath on his face and didn’t know if he could blush any harder. Thank the colourful lights for covering that up for him.

The other man was looking at him waiting for an answer and Jere didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but his eyes were glassy. Bojan might be drunk. What do I do? Shit.

“Fun, yes yes,” he replied, breaking off of his stupor and putting on a smile, “and you?”

“Well,” he started, “they stole my girlfriend so I don’t have anyone to dance with now.” He was pouting.

Jere had the sudden urge to bite the other man’s lips, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to go and act on it. What kind of thoughts was he having in the worst moment possible? Stop it!

“I dance with you,” he told him, didn’t know where that idea came from, “if you want?” he added, more as a second thought than anything else.

Bojan smiled and took his hand, dragging him towards where all the dancing bodies were. And they did, dance, drink some more and laugh at each other’s weird moves.

A latin beat came up, Bojan was swaying and he didn’t know if it was from all the drinks he’d had or because of the music, but he was moving towards him and he didn’t know what to do.

“This is sexy song,” he put his hands up, in between himself and Bojan’s chest,” your girlfriend dance with you?”

“She can come dance with us,” he said with a smirk, taking his wrists in both of his hands and slowly lowering them to his sides.

Jere’s breath caught in his throat when he felt the Slovene’s hands on his hips, his eyes widened as he looked up at him, being unable to figure out if it meant anything at all for the other.

Bojan was smiling, drunk enough that he could dance like this with the Finn and not feel shy about it. He looked down and his eyes softened when he saw the slight panic in Jere’s own.

He was about to withdraw from the other and apologise for making him uncomfortable when he felt a pair of familiar hands on his right forearm, slowly removing his hand from the rapper’s hip and letting a body get right in the middle of them, his girlfriend’s back to his chest and her smile directed at Käärijä as she looked up at him.

“Is this okay?” she asked him, looping her arms around the Finn’s neck.

The older male swallowed and gave Bojan a questioning look. Was it really okay? When the other one gave him an encouraging nod, Jere moved his hands to her sides, with his heart beating so loudly he believed everyone else could hear it over the music.

The Finn found himself enjoying the next few songs. Dancing with the other two became fun when all they did was tell weird jokes and laugh at each other’s clumsiness.

It was around 6 am that his eyes started closing and his movements became more lethargic, yawning every now and then due to the tiredness he felt, the events of the day catching up to him.

“Should we get you to your hotel room, Jere?” the girl asked him, a soft smile on her face.

“I go alone,” he answered, not wanting to bother them with having to accompany him, “it’s fine.”

“We were thinking of going to sleep too, so we can totally get you to yours first!” Bojan said, slapping his thighs as he got up.

He couldn’t help but agree. It was true he liked their company, so what if he didn’t refuse? Maybe he wanted to keep talking to them for a little longer while they got to his room.

They said their goodbyes to the people that were still there and headed for the reception of the hotel to get to the lifts, all the while Bojan had an arm around him and the girl had her hand intertwined with his, which he assumed was because they were both a little bit more than tipsy.

When they entered the lift, a silence fell upon them. And Jere started looking anywhere except at them. When he sneaked a glance, Bojan and his girlfriend seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes.

He prided himself for being more sober than them and, in his slightly drunken state, he didn’t mind asking them what was happening. Though, as soon as he opened his mouth, the doors opened to his room’s corridor.

“Did you see Luke asleep on top of Remo?” she said, giggling cutely, or at least it was cute in his ears.

“And Remo’s face was priceless,” Bojan added, “he was like trying to ask for help but with his eyes.”

He couldn’t help but laugh with the other two, and inwardly mourn the loss of their chuckles when he could see the door to his room.

“This my room,” he told them both as he searched for the card in his pockets.

They both nodded and looked at each other before looking back at him.

“We had a great night, Jere!” she stated excitedly, “maybe we could hang out tomorrow?”

“We can go have lunch together or something,” Bojan agreed with her, nodding at him, trying to convince him.

As if he needed convincing.

“Yes yes,” he smiled, opening the door, “we see tomorrow.”

The other two high-fived and whispered little ‘yes’s, then said their goodbyes to Jere.

When he was about to close the door, the girl stopped him and gave him a peck on the cheek and murmured a silent ‘good night’ in Finnish, leaving him flustered with his head outside his room while the two left for their own.

When the couple arrived at their room, they wasted no time in hoping into the shower, both too tired to do anything other than clean each other up and put on their pyjamas.

Bojan sat down on the bed while she removed her make up, looking at her with the most loving eyes she had ever seen.

“What did you think?”

“Of what?” she countered. “The night? Everyone? Or someone in particular?”

“You know what I’m asking,” he sighed, softly laughing to himself. She knew him so well.

“I like him,” she said, then, softly laughing as well, “I see why you told me so much about him.”

She went towards him once she was done with her skincare and straddled him on the bed, pecking his lips once, twice, and smiling with adoration in her eyes.

“Good.” He pushed them both further up the bed and gently settled them down inside the covers, cuddling up to her. “I kinda like him, too.”

They both smiled at each other with their foreheads touching and their legs entwined.

“Good night,” they whispered at the same time, to which they giggled for a while.

“We should really sleep,” she said in between giggles.

“We should,” he agreed, “we’re really drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk,” her eyelids began to fall.

“You are,” he closed his eyes.

Sleep took over them rather quickly that night.

AN2: hope you enjoyed it! If you want any more parts you’ll have to give it some love… this one took more time than I expected it to, but I still liked writing it! Love y’all! <3

#bojan cvjeticanin #kaarija #eurovison 2023 #esc #eurovision #esc 2023 #bojan cvjetićanin x fem!reader #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjetićanin x reader #Käärijä x Bojan #Käärijä x reader

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girasollake · 2 years

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on my own | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

type: angst lmao

requested: nope

summary: a fic based on the song dancing on my own by calum scott, where the reader is jealous of chrissy

warnings: pure angst, curse words, one mention of sex which is not that important

a/n: this was fun and this idea popped into my head like an hour ago, hope you guys enjoy it cause ive always wanted to write a fic based on a song

If someone had told her a few months before that at this moment she would be crying over a stupid boy, she wouldn’t have believed them. All of this was weird, one day she was in his room listening to some songs he wrote and the next she couldn’t visit him because of her. (Y/n) didn’t even register when all of that had happened. So there she was, laying on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks and smudging her mascara all over.

Somebody said you got a new friend.

It was October when she first had met Chrissy Cunningham. Colourful leaves were surrounding the group, they were all enjoying their break on a bench in the middle of the woods. That’s when he introduced her to them and (Y/n) tried her best to be nice, but it wasn’t hard, she couldn’t dislike the cheerleader. She was cute, nice, smart and so innocent. Well, not exactly innocent since she took away the closest person (Y/n) had ever had.

Does she love you better than I can?

Chrissy took a seat in front of (Y/n) and held out her hand.

‘Hi, I’m Chrissy.’ She said with the most adorable smile.

‘(Y/n), pleasure.’ She shook her hand and gave her a side smile.

She tried her best to not pay attention to them but it was hard. They were both lost in a conversation right in front of her, their soft laughs mixing together. (Y/n) was talking to Gareth who was sitting next to her in order to mute Eddie’s voice but she still found herself distracted at every movement she saw from the corner of her eye.

I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around.

(Y/n) had always been invited to their gigs, it was her favourite time of the week. She could spend time with the people she was closest to, especially Eddie. Watching him perform was amazing, he gave it all he had during the shows. Then, when Chrissy started coming to the Hideout, (Y/n) was kind of happy because she could talk to her and exchange opinions. That was still the time when Chrissy and Jason were a thing. Two months had passed and the whole school started talking about their breakup. (Y/n) saw that Chrissy wasn’t particularly moved by the end of her relationship, but she hadn’t paid much attention to that.

And yeah I know it’s stupid.

But I just gotta see it, for myself.

They had never announced if they were in a relationship, but (Y/n) knew. She saw how his hand sneaked around her waist some times, how he would kiss her cheek when he thought no one was around, how he would cancel their Sacred Saturday’s to be with Chrissy. Eddie hadn’t told (Y/n) that the blonde girl was the reason of his absence, but it was pretty obvious, at least to her.

I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her,

I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?

She didn’t understand why he chose her. She was there first, she was his shoulder to cry on, his best friend, his sword, shield, literally anything he wanted her to be. She would’ve sailed across the ocean if he asked her to. And yet, she wasn’t the one he had given his heart to. All this time when they were meeting up in a larger group, she tried her best to not glare at them and their intertwined hands. She wished so bad that it was her he touched, kissed, hugged, but she wasn’t.

And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the girl you’re taking home.

Sometimes after their concerts Eddie had invited (Y/n) to his house for a sleepover. And so when he had asked Chrissy that question, with (Y/n) standing next to them, she had almost burst into tears.

‘Hey, you wanna come back to my place after we finish?’ She heard him say to Chrissy.

She just giggled and nodded her head. Eddie didn’t even look at (Y/n), it was like she had become a ghost.

And I’m all messed up, I’m so out of line.

When she was laying in her bed, Eddie and Chrissy were spending their two months anniversary with the rest of the gang. (Y/n) had went to the gathering but she had left just as quickly.

‘So, since when are you guys together?’ Jeff nudged Eddie’s arm and took a sip of his beer.

‘Um, actually it’s two months, today’ He smiled and took the drink from Jeff’s hand.

(Y/n) was next to Jeff and she was slowly sipping her own beverage, Chrissy was in the other room talking to one of her friends.

‘Tell me man, what’s it like to be dating the Hawkins Princess?’ Jeff chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.

‘It’s amazing, she is amazing.’ Eddie whispered but it was loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

‘Jeff do you have some weed?’ She asked suddenly.

‘Since when do you smoke?’ Eddie interfered.

‘Since when do you care?’ She hissed which took him aback. ‘So? Can I have some?’ Her head turned to Jeff.

‘Um, yeah, yeah, here you go.’ He said and pulled out two blunts out of his bag. ‘You need a lighter?’

‘Nah, I’m good. Thanks.’ She said and headed outside of Gareth’s house.

She didn’t want to come back there, all she wanted was to be alone. Her legs took her to the closest bus stop and she entered the first one that was heading in the direction of her home. The whole ride she tried her best to not break down right then and there. Her head started showing her images it came up with to make her even sadder. Eddie kissing Chrissy, Eddie touching Chrissy, Eddie fucking Chrissy. What was she better at than (Y/n)? She never understood that because Eddie was just like her, she had always thought they were made for each other. They had a similar style, music taste and they both played guitar. Her mind wandered to the first time she saw Eddie play, that’s when she had decided she wants to do that to. She had saved up for it and soon she had found herself in Eddie’s trailer, the boy teaching her how to play. She finally saw her neighbourhood which threw her out of her depressive thoughts. (Y/n) stood up and left the bus at the closest stop, she then ran towards her house.

‘Honey is everything okay?’ One of her parents asked when she entered the house. ‘The dinner is ready if you want some!’

But she was already running up the stairs, too sad to even think about food.

‘I’m not hungry, sorry!’ She screamed and shut her door.

She walked over to her bed and took a seat, then all of the things came back and hit her twice as hard which brings us to the situation at the very top. She finally sat up again and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She reached into her pocket and took one of the blunts, she then opened the window and searched for a lighter in her desk. When she found it she took a seat on her window sill and lit up the herbs. The first puff she took hurt her lungs and throat a bit, she wasn’t used to the feeling, but after a few she finally felt the relaxation. She contemplated smoking the other one but she decided to leave it for another day. She sighed and throwing away the rest of the joint she went to sleep not bothering to take off her clothes or make up.

I keep dancing on my own.

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ghxstyfae · 4 days

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Little Doe ♡ John B headcanons

John b is just so daddy. He needs to take care of something, and he loves taking care of his little doe.

Warning: nsfw, not x reader, bit of dacryphilia,

He calls her doe, little doe, and doe-girl most of the time

Shes actually pretty tall, 5'7, very skinny and frail though.

They met somewhere in the middle of the woods. She was foraging for berries (living her aesthetic nara smith life) to make a berry pie.

Whem she heard him rustling around, watching her, her head snapped up with wide eyes, just like a deer and thats where the nickname stuck.

When they approached her she was wary of them, but outstretched her basket to offer strawberries.

She has longg brown hair, and brown eyes that John B absolutely LOVES

Hes always staring at her wide eyes, even helps her put on mascara sometimes when shes tired before they go out

Like most my girls, shes a big fan of Sanrio, her favourite being pompompuri

Doe isnt too hard to please, one of her biggest love languages is penguin pebbling. She adores when john b brings her little things that remind him of her.

That being said she did it first, making him little knitted projects, crocheted keychains, regular rocks, crystals, or whatever she thinks he might like.

Its just how she shows her affection.

Doe girl doesnt like wesring shirts. Or bras. Half the time shes walking around home or the chateau in just her loose pants, overalls, etc. Titties to thr wind

She also likes wearing outfits like this, this, and this

Daddy jombee gets a little upset at that (^^), especially at first when he and jj walks in to her wearing her patchwork overalls and knitting in the couch.

"Doe weve talked about this before" "if boys can have their tits out so can i daddy" that shut him up quickly enough, considering neither him nor jj were wearing shirts.

Shes lowkey a crybaby, very fragile emotionally and that makes her really anxious

Gets overstimulated from people VERY easily, she lives near a forest that shes constantly exploring whwn she wants a break

Every thursday and sunday they go on a date night, but sometimes she asks to cancel whatever plans they had and either stay in or have a picnic outside.

It didnt take long for the tradition to have 1 solo date night a week, and 1 date where they're around other people

Shes so extremely kinky, but would never share that verbally

Loves to be tied up, esp with the colourful rope Jombee uses.

Shes very quiet when JJ, Pope, Kiara, etc. Are around, even though theyve known eachother for a very long time

Its not that she doesn't like them, shes just a silent soul

As i mentioned, shes a crier, and John B loves it. He loves watching her wide eyes fill up with tears as she takes him, gripping onto his back

Her nails are naturally a decent length and she shapes them sorta almond ish, but the scratch marks on daddys back are deep and sharp

She wakes up very early, almost 5 am every day, and she goes to bed at around 10:30.

First thing she does when she wakes up is makes a fruity smoothie (on weekends she'll make pancakes or waffles), take care of her plants, and finish up any laundry or dishes.

She is absolutely a morning bird, and looses her energy as the day goes on.

This results in naps from 2 pm to 3:40 (shes a creature of habit)

Shes lowkey very book smart buut not street smart at all. Kinda like Pope,

but worse, very oblivious. This is one of the reasons her and JB work so well together. He sees her as someone he gets to take care of

Holds his pinky instead of his whole hand

Doe always says the right thing. Shes a super comforting and empathetic person and is always the person to go too when you need advice

Hates scary things, she really is like a deer in headlights at any sign of horror or danger.

#fanfiction #john b #john b routledge #obx fanfiction #obx #outer banks #john b routledge x reader #john b x f!reader

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soft-for-yoongi · 1 year

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Hii! I hope you’re doing well. I just had this idea for a JK sick scenario. What about JK being in a concert and he gets kicked in the stomach in one of their dances but to not worry the others he continues with the concert. Then, the pain starts progressively getting worse through the concert and in one of their breaks, he throws up and starts feeling dizzy but reassures the others that he is fine. He finishes the concert in pain, nauseous and feeling really poor. Then, maybe when they’re changing they notice that he has a big bruise on his abdomen. He faints and gets rushed to the hospital where they find out that he was hit so hard that he was bleeding internally?

Idk if you’re taking requests but i thought I’d shared this with you in case you wanted inspiration or to take the story

ON Accident (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretakers: ot7

Word count: 1538

Tw: emeto, vom*****, dizziness, nausea, stomach pain

(Taehyung accidently kicks Jungkook in the stomach, hard enough to form a bruise, make him super nauseous and give him stomach pains)

Side note: I didn't include the internal bleeding nor the hospital just because I try stay away from the severe injuries/illnesses!! I hope you don't mind x

Thank you for the idea, anon!!! <3

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It was halfway during ON, their concert was going so well and all of them were having a blast and Army was screaming and cheering, having the time of their lives. Everything was going smooth until..

Wack

A foot straight into Jungkook's stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath and stumble over the harsh choreography of the song. Jungkook registers that it was Taehyung and holds no grudge, Taehyung's definitely noticed what he did and is already looking guilty. Jungkook feels the lingering pain, still not died off as he dances like nothing happened. His middle aches and sharp pains make it immensely harder to keep a straight face.

He definitely got winded, his stomach area hurts as he moves, a pulsating feeling making him struggle to hit notes. Jungkook makes eye contact with Hoseok but instead of a stern look, it's one of concern.

They finish up the song, arms around each other, back facing the crowd. Jungkook hangs his head low, unable to hold back the grimace.

"Jungkook-ah!! I'm so sorry–I didn't mean to kick you. I'm sorry, does it hurt still? What am I talking about of course it hurts—please forgive me, I'm sorry-" Taehyung rambles the second they get backstage. He doesn't notice the way Jungkook's got a hand over his mouth, stomach threatening to appear.

"Hey, Taehyung-ah. Calm down, what's happend? Are you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Namjoon asks, a hand on both of the youngest' shoulders. The other members have gathered around, all in various states of worry.

Jungkook's ears ring over the sheer volume of fans and his stomach is still aching, making him nauseous and dizzy. "I-I accidentally kicked Jungkookie during ON...." Taehyung mutters, looking at the maknae for signs of anger. "I-It's okay Taetae... I'm just– feeling a little sick." Jungkook replies, attempting a smile but it ends in a retch.

All colour drains from the maknae's face and Yoongi scrambles to get something under his chin. There's chaos between staff members and Taehyung's almost crying, Namjoon is trying to come up with a logical way to handle the situation and Jimin, Hoseok and Seokjin are all trying to comfort the youngest.

Jungkook heaves into a plastic bag, dropping to a squat when standing is too hard. "Come on Kookie—let's sit you down." Seokjin and Jimin usher Jungkook into a chair, Taehyung is clinging onto the 94' liners and Yoongi holds the bag when Jungkook's grip gets too shaky. Jungkook vomits and clutches his middle.

The poor thing gets pained with another grating heave, swaying forward and his head almost submerged into the bag, streams exiting his mouth like a tap. Seokjin is palming small, fast circles between the youngest' shoulders and Jimin keeps the hair out the way.

"Joonie-h-hyung I d-didn't mean to—" Taehyung sobs, wiping his tears away and trying to compose himself. "Hey, shhh love. We know you didn't and Kookie knows too. He's strong Taetae and it was an accident." The leader smiles, petting Taehyung's hair. "Joonie is right, aghi. You don't need to cry, we know you feel bad but Kookie is going to be okay." Hoseok coos, pulling Taehyung into a warm hug.

Jungkook sneaks a look at Taehyung, sandwiched between Namjoon and Hoseok. They make eye contact and Jungkook sends him a thumbs up and a small smile, hoping to reassure the boy. Jungkook feels the nausea lessen a little and swallows down the last hints of puke trying to come up.

"I'm okay..!" Jungkook gets out, sitting up straight and closing his eyes. "Jungkook—" Seokjin starts, "no, hyung. I'm okay, don't worry." Jungkook interrupts. Jimin looks at Yoongi worriedly, the maknae isn't in a condition to dance.

"40 seconds left!!" A staff member calls out. Well fuck. They're going to have to take Jungkook's word and hope for the best.

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Jungkook sure is one lucky ducky. They don't know how he does it but he manages to work through and dance to three more songs, end speeches and good byes to Army. They truly don't know how.

Jungkook does know however, that he feels like shit. Shit with a capital S and exclamation mark. He managed to ignore the pulsing pain and the presence of nausea for most of the time. He focused on dancing and putting on a good show for Army. But, of course he can't ignore it forever and the second they get backstage and the concert is over, Jungkook keeps a hand to his middle and flops onto the nearest couch.

"Jungkook! Hey, are you okay?" Taehyung asks, already on the boy's tail and still feeling guilty to the core. "Yeah— I'll be okay." Jungkook chokes out, a make-up artist is removing his makeup and somebody takes him to their change rooms. He meets the rest of the members in there and from the looks of it, they were talking about Jungkook, as they all go quiet when he walks in.

"Are you alright, kid?" Yoongi asks, the other members are undressing swiftly because they can all tell that Jungkook is eager to get home. Jungkook feels his heart clench. He can't resist opening up to the eldest rapper. Jungkook shakes his head weakly, glad they're free of staff to give them privacy. "Y-Yoongi-hyung..." Jungkook whimpers, a hand to his middle and the other making grabby hands for the older.

Yoongi steps forward to Jungkook and holds him at the waist. "Is your stomach hurting still?" Yoongi places a hand over Jungkook's that's glued to his stomach. Jungkook nods repeatedly and Taehyung somehow manages to feel even more guilty than he already was. "Can I see, Kook-ah?" Yoongi hesitates before lifting the edge of the maknae's shirt ever so slightly. After getting a nod, Yoongi lifts Jungkook's top to reveal a bruise right in the middle of the boy's poor stomach. The other members give a quiet gasp and Seokjin mutters a worried comment under his breath.

Jungkook wants to cover it up instinctively but Hoseok has gravitated over and gently takes his hand, giving it a massage. Yoongi softly touches the bruise, apparently pressing a little too hard, "o-ow—hyung that hurts." Jungkook moans, god he's starting to feel sick again. "Sorry, Kook. That's one heck of a bruise you got," Yoongi comments. Seokjin is eyeing Jungkook's complexion and takes the pale pallor as a hint to grab a plastic bag in case.

"Here, Jungkookie. How about you rest on the couch?" Hoseok advises, guiding the maknae to sit down before he falls over. Namjoon eyes Seokjin wearily. When Jungkook sits down there's silence until his stomach gives a menacing gurgle and he brings a fist to his mouth. "Feeling sick again, love?" Seokjin walks over and kneels in front of the youngest, bag at the ready.

A gut wrenching heave makes Jungkook grab for the bag and shove his face in it. Seokjin's eyebrows raise in alarm but he starts to rub the boy's back to offer some comfort. Taehyung is being comforted by Jimin, although both of them are worried shitless about their yongest brother.

"Try to breathe, Kookie." Seokjin coos, Yoongi is working to hold back Jungkook's hair and Namjoon is racking his brain for an idea on when Jungkook is going to start feeling better. Hoseok is feeling a little squimish so instead he tries to comfort the 95's.

Jungkook feels his middle clench and coughs up a wave of puke. His hands shake as he holds the bag and a wet burp drags up his throat. Another torrent forces its way out and Jungkook holds back a whimper. He coughs and coughs, Seokjin pats his back and Yoongi strokes his hair. "Calm down, bun. You don't want to hurt yourself." Seokjin worries.

Namjoon makes sure their car is ready so they can leave as soon as possible and Hoseok gathers some comfy clothes Jungkook can change into, given skinny jeans and his stage outfit isn't the comfiest. Jungkook takes a few shaky breaths, calming himself down. "Please, c-can we go home, h-hyungies?" Jungkook looks up at them all, eyes glistening.

"Of course, Kookie. Are you feeling less icky now?" Seokjin croons, gaining a small nod. "Taehyung, do you mind helping him change?" Seokjin looks over at the second youngest. Even though Jungkook has forgiven him, the two should spend some time with each other. "Is that okay, Jungkookie?" Taehyung asks, he'd love nothing more than to make it up to Jungkook.

Jungkook nods vigorously, already missing his bubbly, happy Taehyungie-hyung. Jimin taps Taehyung on the butt before he makes his way over to Jungkook. Taehyung and Seokjin help the boy up, while Yoongi takes the puke bag. When Jungkook is upright, the maknae smuggles Taehyung in an embrace, taking him by surprise. "I don't like seeing you sad, T-Taehyungie-hyung.." Jungkook mutters quietly.

Taehyung smiles, quick to hug back but still being mindful of Jungkook's stomach. "I know, I'm sorry Jungkookie... you know I didn't mean to, right?" Taehyung replies, "Of course, hyungie. I forgive you." Jungkook smiles. "Thank you, Kookie. Now let's get changed and go home, huh?" Taehyung smirks.

#soft-for-yoongi writes #jungkook #bts #bts!sickfic #bangtan #emeto #emeto fic #sick #sick!jungkook #caring!bts #taehyung is sweet #comfort #vomit mention #vomiting

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verkja · 1 year

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I posted 1,016 times in 2022

That's 1,016 more posts than 2021!

307 posts created (30%)

709 posts reblogged (70%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@gr8writingtips

@lumpofwhump

@whumpsday

@redwingedwhump

I tagged 1,012 of my posts in 2022

#whump prompt - 187 posts

#writing - 164 posts

#ask answer - 116 posts

#whump writing - 107 posts

#whump tropes - 88 posts

#whump - 76 posts

#30 days 30 lines - 62 posts

#oc stuff - 52 posts

#tag games - 48 posts

#long post - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#which is an english style i don't actually use often - i typically opt for gongfu so very small clay teapots or gaiwans are more my thing

My Top Posts in 2022:

How about an older whumpee? One who's lost the appearance of being young and vulnerable, so rather than wanting to help or save them, people just pity or ignore them.

They used to have some kind of hope that their life could get better, but not anymore; now they're just bitter, or resigned, or apathetic. The world and other people have let them down one time too many. They've let themself down one time too many.

They're still scared, all the time, but where once that fear provided an impetus to try and change things, now it just exhausts them. Maybe they try, hesitantly, to reach out for help at some point, but instead of coming across as timid they're just seen as creepy.

Maybe they work for a villain, and while the heroes are inspired to spare or rehabilitate some of their younger colleagues - it's such a waste, seeing people with potential throw away their lives in the service of evil - the whumpee is only seen as an obstacle to overcome. Disposable.

When a younger, conventionally attractive person starts shaking and crying at a meeting of uneasy allies because something someone said brought up a traumatic memory, people are alarmed and sympathetic and want to take care of them. When the one having a breakdown is some middle-aged accountant-looking person, it's just awkward.

Stress ages people, and the effects increase over time. Someone who is actually twenty-five might look and feel thirty under high-pressure circumstances. Someone who's actually forty-five might look and feel sixty-five.

It's a lot harder to break out of a negative mindset when you've been living with it for a long time. It's hard to believe someone telling you things will get better after decades of things only ever getting worse. The whumpee won't bother to argue about it, but they fully expect anyone acting like they care about them to be pretending for the sake of getting information or manipulating them. (Which of course makes it even more intense when someone genuinely does care about them.)

This was kind of a long one, but I really love this setup. Also I was listening to 'No Surprises' by Radiohead yesterday and it kept giving me Feelings.

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Ideas for robot/machine whump; I’m sure some have been done before, but not often enough! I love robot whump.

Dents in metal that cause pain like any other injury, but can’t heal

A character who’s alive and able to think, but the wires which allow them to move or blink a light or otherwise interact with the world have been severed; no one looking at them can tell they’re not dead

A character who could never independently interact with the world in the first place - like a PC, they can only respond upon receiving outside input through very limited means. Even in a room full of people, they can’t detect that they’re not alone, isolated by their own design

Wires that function something like nerves; stripping away the insulation to expose bare copper, which causes excruciating pain when touched even lightly

A character who relies on continual updates to function, getting increasingly glitchy and slow after the company which created them stopped offering support for their now-outdated software

A character who is very much not designed to look convincingly human trying to blend in (think a toaster on stilts in a trench coat)

A company recalling one model of robot for a minor flaw, but fixing the flaw involves a memory/personality reset

190 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

There's something special about a whumpee getting literally thrown in the trash. It's both physical whump, since they're presumably too injured or weak to get out of the trash, and a way for a whumper to symbolically illustrate that they are completely worthless. (Or they can throw themself in the trash, if you prefer!)

It's probably easiest to make this effective in genres where the whumpee is both considered subhuman (or sub-whatever-else) and is legally considered property - a tool, a weapon, a pet, an android, etc. - but it can work in any setting with a bit of modification.

214 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

Seen a few very nice posts lately about ‘known whumpees,’ so I figured I’d write a little about the possibilities of a completely unknown whumpee!

Nobody knows who they are - not because they’re mysterious or disguised, just because they’re no one special. They aren’t part of a team, aren’t a public figure or celebrity, don’t have a family or friends or allies who will show up to help them out.

There’s no practical reason for anyone to help the terrified, forgotten prisoner in the last cell in the dungeon, covered with scars obviously caused by torture. Or the injured soldier in beat-up armour, not an officer or otherwise hard to replace, who surrenders because they’re too hurt to retreat with their comrades. Or the broken, discarded android or robot or pet, just one of a million others, who’s been thrown out because they’re no longer useful.

The character is fully aware of their own insignificance; they know they aren’t worth anything to anyone. So when their fate is left in someone else’s hands, all they can do is hope that person happens to be feeling generous.

411 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

PSA for newcomers

I've noticed a number of new people posting in the whump tag lately who have migrated over from Twitter. That's great! We're very glad to have you here, and excited to see your content.

Just one request: Please tag thoroughly. Whump contains all kinds of dark content; a lot of people who engage with it are fine with some kinds, but really don't want to see others. Tagging provides a way for people to curate what content they see, and enjoy what you create while keeping whumpblr a comfortable place to spend time.

(If you're new to tumblr and don't know how tagging works here - only the first five tags on your post determine which tags it shows up in, but all tags can be filtered, so you can put #whump and things like that first, and add the warnings near the end. In fact, that's better, because it means whump stories containing abuse, for example, won't show up in the same tag as people's posts about their own real-life experiences with abuse.

Don't censor words or the filters won't work, so 'cw noncon,' for example, is great, while 'cw n0nc0n' or 'cw r*pe' won't do what you need them to.)

Edit: Oho, apparently it's been updated to the first 20 tags these days! Go wild with tagging specific tropes, in that case; that'll make it even easier for people to locate work they enjoy. :D

458 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#cannot believe my longest tag isn't even whump - it's about my bloody pfp :')''''#glad the older whumpees prompt made it into the top 5 posts though #year in review for sideblog: verkja #look i don't want this showing up in the main yir tags #also which four posts did i not tag 0_0 #i try to tag everything #id #gif #gif warning #cw:injury #cw:paralysis #cw:amnesia #cw:torture #cw:captivity #all only mentioned

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writemekpop · 3 years

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Decisions | Lee Jeno

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Reader

Summary: You're snuggled up with your boyfriend Jeno, choosing baby names... when you accidentally reveal an embarrassing secret.

Genre: Pregnant!Y/n, Domestic fluff, South Asian Y/N

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sexual content, Jeno being playful and adorable (and horny)

Gif: @leejenos

Jeno nipped your chest with his lips. A shiver ran down your shoulders, even after four years of this.

“Hey!” you giggled, pushing his floppy brown hair away.

It was a Saturday night, and you and Jeno were curled up on your scruffy green couch together. One jasmine-scented candle lit the room, bathing your boyfriend in a golden glow.

Your red Ronaldo football T shirt (which was technically Jeno’s, as nothing else would fit), was bunched up at your chest. Jeno was massaging warm coconut oil into your baby bump – a nightly habit ever since you’d gotten pregnant.

Jeno had always been a great boyfriend, but ever since you found out you were pregnant… it was like he found his life’s purpose. When he wasn’t falling asleep each night over stacks of baby books, or perfecting his organic baby food recipe, he was looking after you.

“Jyoti! Jhanvi! No, no… Jaya!” Jeno said, dark eyes twinkling with excitement.

Your scrunched up your nose. “Let’s keep thinking. Also… it doesn’t have to begin with a J, you know.”

Jeno whined, pouting his lips. “Fine. But we only have three months left. We need a name.”

“Well… two names,” you said. “Remember? An Indian first name and a Korean middle name?”

Jeno shuddered. “I can’t believe we managed to pacify both our families with that. I mean, our dads spent six hours fighting over the colour of the nursery walls!”

“Eggshell!” You narrowed your eyes at Jeno, imitating your dad.

“Cream!” he growled back.

You collapsed into laughter. Jeno laughed with his whole body: his chin jutted out, his shoulders shook, even his feet kicked the floor. It was addictive.

“By the way, my mum wants to choose the baby’s nickname,” you said. “All Bengali kids get ridiculous cutesy ones, it’s a whole thing.”

“You never told me this! What’s yours?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “No way am I telling you.”

Jeno gasped and nudged your shoulder. “Y/n, I am your boyfriend of four years and the father of your unborn child. I think I deserve to know your childhood nickname.”

You shook your head, trying to hide in your long hair. “I can’t tell you – you’d break up with me.”

Jeno gently pressed a kiss to your bump. “Tell me.” Then another. “Tell me.” And on and on and on…

“Fine…” you said, unable to resist his charm. “It’s… Ladoo.”

He snorted. “Like the sweet? Hmm, now that you mention it… I do see the resemblance.”

Ladoos were perfectly round. Not to mention orange.

You whacked him on the biceps. “Shut up! Nerd.”

Jeno smiled, dark eyes scrunching into half-moons. His fingers continued drawing circles into your bump, but every so often, they ventured lower. You felt a familiar stirring begin in your core.

“I don’t mind what she’s called.” Jeno said, leaning in to place a kiss on your jaw. “You choose whatever you want for this child, I’ll name the next one.”

You raised your brows. “So there’ll be more, will there? Bold of you to assume I’d let you impregnate me again.”

“Oh please,” Jeno said, smiling in the way he always did when he teased you. “You’re mad about this D. Even last night you were moaning, daddy give it to me harde-”

You slapped your hand over Jeno’s mouth. “Shh! The baby will hear!” But you couldn’t deny that your pulse started to race at Jeno’s words.

Jeno stuck his tongue out, licking your hand that was clamped over his mouth. You yanked your hand away, both in fits of laughter.

When the laughing had died down, you hummed thoughtfully. “What about… Nayana?”

Just then, you felt the baby kick. Jeno, whose hand had instinctively found its way back onto your bump, must have felt it too, because he shot up and stared at you, eyes wide.

“I think she liked it!” he cried. Jeno treated the baby’s kicks like a sign from God. He insisted you drink tomato juice for a week because she kicked when he was passing it in the supermarket.

“Well that was easy,” you said. “Maybe we should ask her other things, too.”

Jeno leant down so his lips were on your tummy. “Hey, baby. Is it going to rain tomorrow?” Then, he comically placed his ear on your bump. After umming and ahing, he looked up at you and said,

“Nayana says bring an umbrella.”

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MASTERLIST

Let us know what you thought in the comments or on anon! 💋

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futurewriter2000 · 3 years

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The Zeppelin Shirt

A/N: I really wanted to do this in a Hogwarts scene but I don't know why I made it in another. Well... I felt like it, LMAO. Well, we can always do another ton of them in Hogwarts.

REQUEST: I love your writing! Can you please do a marauders fic where the reader and sirius are in love with each other and they date but something happens and they break up and sirius starts dating the readers friend and the reader starts spending more time with james and then it becomes a sort of love triangle with sirius james and the reader? Does that make sense? ❤️❤️

SONG INSPO: Ghost of you - Five Seconds of Summer

There is this moment in a wizards life. A moment, where you finally row the boat from the school where you spent your whole childhood in. The moment where it disappears from your sight to the moment when you turn your head into the world unknown. And the world that was once so full of dreams was now full of fright.

Why?

You turned your head to the boy in the boat next to you and he was so happy with his group of friends, so busy with them that he did not notice you looking at him. His laugh echoed among all boats, a laugh you knew far too well, even if it echoed from the other side of the world.

Him. You. Together.

Him. You. Apart.

You wished you didn't end up in the apartment that the two of you decided on together. You wished so hard that you weren't standing on the floor of something that was once the floor of everything.

' ----- You both unlocked the door and stepped inside. No, not stepped, jumped inside. You pulled him in by his hand and starting to laugh, pointing at the little cracks on the wall and gasping. "Oh! We will fix this! By our own hands!" you turned to him with a beam. "And we will argue over the colour of the walls and where the sofa will be." you brought him in the middle of the living room that was connected to the kitchen. "And there, right there." you pointed to the empty space next to the balcony door. "Will be a small dinning table because we won't be able to afford a larger one."

"Because we will spend all our money on those cracks." he pulled you close until you crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist as slid around his neck, brushing away his hair. "And over here..." he started walking backwards, pulling you with him in a tight embrace. "Here we will dance to Joe Cocker's old records." he pressed his forehead on yours and started to slow dancing with you.-----'

You walked to that same place, to the old record player with most of his music taste such as Joe Cocker (his favorite), Led Zepplin, AC/DC , Chris Isaak, Prince, James Brown, Eric Clapton, Scorpions... all the classics. You spent a fortune on it but it didn't matter. It was better to sell it... all of it and get your fortune back, spend it on your own vision of this apartment. Though that would be done harder than imagined since the whole apartment you created with Sirius in your own little heads was so perfect for the both of you.

After everything he has done to you... you don't deserve a single sign of him in your life. You will erase everything of him in here and create something new. This apartment is up for a rebirth, just like you.

There was a knock on your door all of sudden, causing your eyebrows to furrow as you were just about to go to the bedroom but before you could open the door, the person already apparated inside.

His grin as cocky as always, his manners non-existent as always...

"James..." you smiled, leaning on the wardrobe next to you.

"(Y/N)." he mirrored you.

"Why are you here?"

"Came to get some of the stuff you told me to get." he pushed himself off and started to look around. "You actually bought this dump?" he turned back to you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Some of us don't have mommies and daddies to buy us things, James." you said as you grabbed the large box from the bedroom and saw him laying on the dusty sofa, staring at the ceiling. "What are you doing?"

"For a record, my parents aren't that rich." he jumped from the sofa, causing the dust to rise with him and following him to the record player. "They're just not poor either. They're sort of in the middle class." he turned back to you with a grin and taking a record in your head. "That his too?" he marvelled. "Blimey, they're brand new!"

"They're not his." you placed the box down on the sofa and grabbed the record from his hands. "I bought them but I might sell them... all of it..." you said, almost in a whisper as the record in your hand started to send you nostalgic memories.

"Let me guess, they were meant to be a surprise?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Guess, we have different meaning on the word surprise..." you mused a bit as James' smile faltered a bit.

"If I'm frank, (y/n)... I didn't think he'd break up with you... at all..."

"Well, he did." you said and walked back to the box, staring at an old Zepplin shirt. "I really thought we were doing good..." you said in the matter of facT, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest. Your face was completely empty to James. You drowned everything you felt deep inside and it almost hurt him to see you like that.

He walked next to you and looked inside the box. He looked down on the memories and then up at you. "I don't know the inside of his head or why he did what he did but if I learnt anything from being his best friend over all these years is that it's better to not figure it out." he placed his hand on top of yours and you immediately looked up into his comforting, hazel eyes. "You're strong and ambitious. You handle things far better than anybody else does, so if I put my friendship with Sirius aside, I say forget about him and move on because you have the whole world at your feet."

Your eyes started to shimmer from tears and you pulled James' hand to you until you collapsed into his embrace. You hugged him tightly, stepping on your toes as he seemed to be far more taller than Sirius. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tighter.

"Thank you." was what you whispered in the crook of your neck.

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James did what you asked. He put everything from the box into places Sirius would usually keep them. He placed the shirt in the back of the wardrobe, the little wooden horse in the back of the drawer and the pictures of the two of of you in Sirius' secret box he kept hidden in the foot of the bed.

Sirius didn't notice a thing. Actually, Sirius was carrying himself pretty well the next few months. He got a job, he started going out, started jogging and working out, even dated a new girl- a girl, who appeared to be a close friend of yours from Hogwarts.

Now, James was sitting comfortably on the sofa, staring at Sirius on the other side watching the Quidditch game and he wondered. "Hey, mate?" he asked.

"Hm?" Sirius hummed in return, intensely invested into the game.

"I gotta tell you something."

"Shoot." Sirius said, still unbothered and watching the game. "I'm listening."

"Well... you know all those times you've been spending with Monnie?"

Sirius laughed. "Yeah- oh shit. Are you mad because I had to cancel our game for the date?" he became quickly aware of his past few actions. "I swear, I'll make it up to you. I know how hard you tried to get us those tickets-"

"No- I'm not mad, Pads. It's just..." he started to have some trouble in creating a sentence. "I sort of ran... into your ex on my way there and well... I asked her to go with me and she did and then we sort of started hanging out with each other a bit more... and I just wanted to see if YOU are not mad about it?"

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and then softened them a bit. "Which ex?" he asked but it took a really guilty look from James to realise which ex he was talking about. The food in his stomach started to boil and come back up to Sirius' throat but he swallowed it back thickly. "Oh..." he said and tried so hard to smile. "(Y/N)..."

"We're just hanging out, mate. I swear, there's nothing going on between us. I just didn't want to keep it from you."

"That's alright, Prongy." Sirius laughed carelessly. "I don't care. We're broken up and she's a great gal." he winked at James and leaned back on the sofa.

"Really?" James raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Prongs. I'm dating Monica and I (Y/N) can do whatever she wants." he smiled at him and James exhaled in relief.

"Alright then."

"That was what was bugging you?"

"Yeah."

"You're crazy to think I'd ever be mad at you." Sirius laughed.

Though Sirius could feel a lot behind that mask he wore. Those unpleasant feelings bubbling inside of him, trying to crawl out.

' So she's spending time with my best friend. It could be some sort of revenge because I'm dating her friend but James said nothing was going on between them... I wonder though, was she always into him instead of me?' - he started to think, causing those unpleasant feelings inside of him screaming to get out. - 'She couldn't have moved on that fast, could she? Fuck it Sirius, even if she did, she's not your problem anymore. You dumped her, remember? - Yes, I do remember and it was...' - he started to fade from his inner monologue to the memories of you, a rush of them to be specific. The first kiss with you, first time with you, first walk with you, first apartment with you, first dance with you, first time you held hands, your laughter, your smile, your nose, your-

'Stop it, Sirius. Just drown it out, like you always do...'

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Sirius was tying his shoelaces when he heard Monica's shout from upstairs. "I don't know what to wear!"

"Wear anything! We're just going to a bar!" he shouted back, starting to wander off in the hallway and it didn't take her a minute longer to come rushing down the stairs.

What Sirius didn't expect when she turned around to see her was that she wore one of his jackets. "What are you wearing?" he pointed at the jacket.

"Your clothes. You said I can wear whatever." she raised her eyebrow and smiled coyly.

"I don't like you wearing my clothes, Monnie." he said, going after her.

"Like you didn't let (y/n) wear your clothes constantly." she rolled her eyes and continued to walk down the street.

Sirius didn't know what to say so he just blurted out the first few words that came in his head. "Well, you're not (y/n), are you Monnie?" he took a hold of her arm and turned her around.

She glared at him. "No, I'm not. I'm better than her." she snarked back. "Now, stop being-"

"I don't care Monica. I don't like you wearing my jacket."

"Afraid to hurt her little heart when we meet her?" she started to goad. "Because you still have feelings for your ex or something?"

Sirius started to boil inside and he didn't really point out the reason of why but there seemed to be plenty of those.

"We're already late. Do you want me to go back and change now?" she inquired but Sirius just stood there, glaring. "If you're so afraid of hurting her feelings, don't be. She's dating your best friend. She'll be fine." she rolled her eyes yet again and started walking down the street again, leaving him behind.

"I don't have feelings for her." he grumbled and walked after her. When he caught up, he repeated the sentence and added. "This time you get to wear it but as soon as we come home, you take it off because we're not dating long enough for you to be thinking you have the right to own my things." he stopped in front of her, glaring. "And for all I care, she can date whoever she wants to." he said and disapparated.

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Their entrance and the first few moments with Sirius and Monica, who you haven't talked to since they started dating was a bit awkward. You could sense it in the air that something else was off but you didn't want to put your attention to it.

James had told you that everything will be fine. Sirius doesn't like drama and he wouldn't do anything to embarrass him or you.

You noticed Monica was wearing your favorite jacket of his. You got him for his 16th birthday but you tried not to show how much the sight of his jacket on her affected you. Even though, it did quite a number on your jealousy.

"So, (y/n). How is your life after Hogwarts?" asked Monnie, leaning on her hands and looking at you.

You knew that tone and face way too well to see where this was going. She was looking a way to embarrass you, just as she always did.

"Great, actually. I got quite a few job offers on my table. For one is journaling for the Daily Propher, then at the Administration Registration Department and Spirit Devision at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." you could see the smile on her face fade away as soon as you had mentioned that. "But I'm not considering any of those. I'd rather take a few years off and go visit other countries. The Department for International Magic Cooperation is looking for a corresponding author and I had submitted my documentation and CV and they had already sent me a letter for all of the further information of the job application process." you finished and everybody continued to stare.

"A correspondent..." Sirius finally spoke in a heavy tone. "Isn't that dangerous?" he said, trying not to show that he might be worried for you.

Everybody could sense it. When it came to you personally, his feelings were hard to hide, his worry even harder, since he had always been so protective of you.

"It has it's risks but doesn't every occupation?"

"I know but-"

"Yeah but frankly, I don't think that's really your field. I always imagined you to be a librarian or something with books or something." Monnie said in a more petty, degrading tone, causing you to scoff of laughter.

"Unfortunately, all the librarian posts had been taken, so I decided to be more ambitious and get for the jobs I am more capable of doing."

"I'm just saying... you were always more of a..."

"Of a?" you started to feel amused. "What? Should I have just gone for the waitress job in the Muggle world?"

"I just didn't think you had it in you, going for those high jobs."

"Me neither." you said sarcastically. "It's the high positioned jobs that are going for me. " you leaned back on your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. "Enough about me though, what about you? What jobs are chasing you?"

Monica closed her mouth sharply when both Sirius and James started to snicker.

"You know... a job here and there. I'm not focusing on that much- oh, blimey is it hot in this jacket." she said and started to smile maliciously as she was putting the jacket away.

Your smile fell as soon as she had put the jacket away. James sunk in his chair as Sirius shared a smilar facial expression as you did.

"Oh boy..." James muttered under his breath.

You saw the pleased smile on Monica's lips. God knows she saw you wear this shirt a hundred of times, knowing damn well how attached you were to it.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Sirius gritted his teeth, pointing at the shirt. "Where did you get this shirt?" he started to get a bit more frustrated, it shocked you for him to even remember this shirt.

"I found it in the back of your closet, silly."

"No, that's not possible." Sirius let an annoyed laugh, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Well, it was there."

"No, it wasn't." Sirius kept denying, shaking his head. "It's not your shirt, Monnie."

"Relax, Sirius. It's just a shirt."

"I won't relax. You stole her shirt!" he spat out and all the three of you were taken a back.

"I didn't steal anything! It was in the back of your wardrobe."

"There is no possible way that this shirt was in my wardrobe. She had always had it- it's her favorite and she had it on when we broke up, so she practically ran away with it. So no, it's not possible that shirt was in my wardrobe, when I would remember unpacking it in my brand new wardrobe."

He remembers... - you thought to yourself when you had seen just as much that Zeppelin shirt meant, not only to you but to him as well.

"It's just a stupid shirt." Monica started to get angry, standing up.

"It's not stupid." both you and Sirius said at the same time.

"Well, it's stupid to me and and so are you- we're done!" she told Sirius and he could care less.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Monnie." he let out a laugh as she had left, than turned to you, angry still. "What the hell, (y/n)?"

"I think I should go get... a beer..." James excused himself, clearly knowing he wasn't supposed to be a part of the conversation taking place.

"What the hell what?" you shrugged.

"How in the bloody hell did that shirt get back in my wardrobe?" he stood up, glaring. "God, I knew that horse was not supposed to be with me- did you put James up to it?" he asked but he didn't need an answer from you to know it. " Of course, he did. Did you erase everything? Did you sell the apartment too?"

"Why do you care, Sirius?"

"Because you shouldn't be moving on!" he shouted, both of you seeing how head turned to the two of you.

"Don't do this here." you said disappointed and left the bar, him at your heel.

"Don't walk away from me!"

"What did you expect Sirius?! That I'd stay stuck on you forever? That I'd wear that stupid shirt and cry into my pillow? Well, newsflash Black. I did that. I'm done with that. I'm done with you, I am beginning a new life without you." you started to walk away but just as you wanted to apparate in your apartment, you stopped and walked back to him. "You broke up with me!" you pushed your finger at his chest and feeling your eyes tear up. "Without any explanation, one day you love me the next day you don't. You moved on and what? I'm not supposed to? I fixed the cracks- all of them. I changed the floors and made that apartment mine and I'm going to bring there anybody I want to and fuck anybody I want to but I am done with the memories of you. I am done with you period. I am done with your games and your lies and your mysterious feelings or your problems." you spat out. "I'm just done."

"You don't mean that." his voice started to shake.

"I gave up on us months ago. The moment you ghosted me was the moment I started to move on from you. Who disappears on a person?!"

"I was scared!" he blurted out. "Alright! I'm sorry but I was scared of you and your happiness and I... no, I couldn't have that. I didn't."

"What a bullshit excuse." you scoffed.

"You don't understand, (y/n). I do love you."

"You don't treat people you love like this." you furrowed your eyebrows.

"But you're everything to me."

"Am I?" you scoffed. "Because right now I don't feel like a single pebble to you."

"I wasn't ready back then okay?! But now I am. You and me. Us."

"Those are just words to me, Sirius. They don't mean anything to me." you shook your head. "Maybe... just maybe I wanted to hear those words from you such a long time ago but it's too late... too late now, Sirius."

"But you always said that nothing is ever too late." his voice broke and you felt as if you should have reconsidered everything but something changed in you. When you looked at him, there was no more love for him. Of course, you'll always love him but the hope and the idea of the two of you evaporated and all you could see was a person you used to love.

"I was wrong." you said, backing away. "I'm already in love with somebody else."

#Sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #maruaders x reader #remus lupin

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volterran-wine · 3 years

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The most precious of things || Caius (HC)

"And in the middle of my chaos, there was you" ― Unknown

Requested by Anonymous: "Hello! What do you think about writing some protective Caius headcannons, please? It'd be great! I love your writing and I wonder what'll come up with our favorite angry vampire! ^^ thank you for your time!!!"

Oh dear Anon, I can write about Caius in my sleep. I will gladly elaborate on how our dear king would protect what he considers most precious. Thank you so much for your compliments, every time I get feedback on my writing my soul soars. I hope the headcanons are to your liking!

!Warnings! Non explicit mentions of violence.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡��𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

I have already written a lot about how Caius is an exceptionally protective man. He is willing to throw himself in front of anyone that is considered precious to him. That goes for both his family, lovers and some coven members. A lot of his behaviour stems from the werewolf attack he almost didn’t survive 2000 thousand years ago. If the coven finds themselves in a perilous situation, Caius will be at the forefront and will gladly perish in order to let his loved ones live. In his eyes, it would be an honourable way to go.

This kind of behaviour has been a topic of discussion multiple times between him and his brothers. Marcus nor Aro wish to see their brother meet his end in such a manner. Caius is stubborn however, and will do as he pleases.

Vampires feel emotions at an entirely different level than humans do. When Caius falls in love, he falls hard. He had heard much talk about soulmates, and how it was a connection truly unique to vampires. He had brushed it off with snide comments, no trivial relationship could ever make him bow to his baser nature. So when that faithful meeting did occur, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Courtship might be slow in the beginning, as Caius works through his feelings. The pull in his chest was near painful when he finally gives in. He would finally go to their quarters, expression unreadable as he took in their form. Resolve starting to form and solidify. Another precious thing he would swear to protect.

In the scenario that Caius finds a potential mate in a human he would be quite flabbergasted, but most of all terrified. Humans are so fragile, lives so easy to snuff out. Having killed thousands of human himself at this point he knows it too well. His anxious thinking would get to him at some point, making it exceptionally clear to his mate that he wanted them changed, now. Perhaps he would be willing to give them some leeway, but even then he would watch over them with a hawkish demeanour. And if he was unable to keep an eye of them, two of his most trusted guards would be on his mate the entire time. They will be sleeping in his chambers, close to him; no questions asked. Caius has a lot of enemies, and while Volterra is the safest place to be; he never fully lets his guard down. If anyone dared take them away from him prematurely, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

In the scenario that Caius finds a potential mate in a vampire he will be quite more at ease. Yes, he still has many enemies and people who wish nothing but ill will upon him; but they were like him. He could personally teach them how to protect themselves, making sure that if anyone did get to them his mate would come out on top. If they had an offensive gift that kept them out of trouble, even better. He was feared for his battle prowess and strategic mind, his mate would instil the same fear into vampires if it was the last thing he did.

While in an established relationship, a priority for Caius is that his mate feels safe with him. He has a nasty reputation, and he does not want the slanderous voices of others to colour the way his mates sees him. Yes, he is a sadistic man that would gladly tear those who breaks the law and hurts his family limb from limb; but that is not all that he is. He is also wants to be that safe place his mate seeks out, where they can be themselves. The king is the steady rock that will bring his mates hand into his own, hidden beneath cloaks as he grasps it tightly; thumb smoothing over the back of their hand. No matter how much blood had soaked those hands, they were also the gentlest thing his mate would ever feel.

His mate would be the calming grace in the middle of the chaos that is his life. And he would do the uttermost to ensure their happiness.

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧.

#caius volturi #caius volturi headcanon #twilight #twilight renaissance #... Can ya'll tell how I have a lot of feelings about Caius?#Caius my love

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A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 3 years

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Asahi accidentally tells you his feelings in front of the entire team (Part 2)

Continued from Part 1! I would suggest reading it first before proceeding!

Asahi accidently blurted out the L-word as Y/N was rushing out of the club room. He does not know if Y/N heard him. But the entire Karasuno VBC did. Is the gentle giant going to get through this without crying dying making a mess?

Asahi x gn! reader || Sfw Genre: Comedy and fluff at the end Word Count: 1.5k+

The entire Karasuno team is looking at Asahi in stunned silence. They all heard him say he loves you.

However (fortunately or unfortunately for him), you did not really hear what he said. The entire club’s eyes are glued to the club room’s open windows as they watch you sprint away, eager to make it in time for your movie.

Asahi’s eyes are open wide and he keeps opening and closing his mouth but no words are coming out, he is simply gaping like a fish and making incomprehensible noises. His face is so red and hot that one could make their entire breakfast on it.

Asahi: I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean t-t-to s- NOYA?! TANAKA?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!?!

Noya: *in between sobs* Asahi-san, you have grown up so fast!

Tanaka: *loud noises that seem to indicate agreement with Noya* *violent sobbing*

Suga intervened: Oi, you two, stop it! Your cries might catch Y/N’s attention.

Meanwhile, Hinata has run over and climbed on to the club room’s window and is now shouting live updates of your whereabouts.

“Uwaaaah Asahi-san, I do not think Y/N-san heard you. I can see them running towards the gates.”

Kageyama kicks Hinata, “BOKE, don’t shout their name from the open window, they might hear you, you BOKE!”

“BAKA, Kageyama, you don’t have to kick me, I am only trying to help!”

At this point, Tanaka and Noya are rolling on the floor and crying violently, Kageyama and Hinata are trying to kill each other while Suga and Daichi try to separate them. Asahi is staring at the floor, wishing for a hole to open up and swallow him. The rest of the team is just standing around in silence, trying to absorb the mess that has happened in the last 30 seconds.

So, you know, a usual day at the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

This is what is going on in Asahi’s mind right now:

“It’s certainly a relief that Y/N did not hear me. Or did they?!?!? and they just pretended to ignore me so they wouldn’t have to answer?!?!?! After all, it has only been 4 months, I do not expect them to love me so soon. What if this scares them off?? If they really did not hear me, that would have been great if the entire team hadn’t heard me say it. And knowing these people, I am sure Y/N will know about this before tomorrow. WHAT IF THEY HEARD ME AND THEY FREAKED OUT AND RAN OFF AND WILL NEVER COME BACK? -” and on and on it went.

"Uh-Oh”

Suga’s words snap Asahi out of his overthinking trance (good timing, I should say, because at this point he is seriously considering shifting to India and becoming a monk). He looks up to see Suga looking out the window. He pales.

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What have you been doing since you ran out?

“Shit, I’m going to be late if I walk there. I will have to run if I want to make it in time. The theatre is not that far, though, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

These are the thoughts going through your head as you sprint away from the club room. As you are running, your mind wanders back to Asahi (as it usually does). You have a tendency to replay every moment with him in your mind and you are thinking back to the conversation that had just taken place. Asahi had looked so cute when you were handing him his hairband. You couldn’t wait to see him tonight and you had told him that as you had run out of the room. And it seems so had he-

And then it registers.

Wait-

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A very loud -WHAT?! resounded through the room. It was your voice. And even though it came from the outside, it felt like the entire room shuddered. The sound sent chills through Asahi’s spine and he started quaking in his shoes.

Suga: Uh Asahi, you have probably already realized this but Y/N seems to be running back in this directio-

The club room’s door slams open with such force that it makes everyone jump. You stand at the doorway, panting loudly, with the most incredulous expression on your face.

Asahi is dead now. I am sorry to say but his soul has left his body and it will not be returning. Let’s all come together to pray for his peaceful departure.

You look at Asahi. His face has drained entirely of its colour and he looks ready to pass out. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears as he stares at you in absolute horror.

“D-did you j-just say you love me?” you manage to gasp out your question as you try to steady your breathing.

Asahi is dead, Y/N, dead people do not speak.

He is shaking as you walk towards him. The expressions on his and teammates’ faces have already answered your question.

Even though Asahi is terrified out of his mind, he is trying to read your expression. How he chooses to answer right now is probably going to make or break your relationship.

In between all the confusion on your face, he sees a hint of something else in your eyes: Hope.

You stop in front of him. You ask him the same question again, but much more calmly this time now that your breathing has somewhat normalized.

As he continues to try to read your expression, he realizes you are not mad at him. Instead, there is a slight earnestness in you. He calms down a bit.

“Y-yes.” he says, barely meeting your eyes.

“Do you really mean it? Or was it just a slip of your tongue?” you ask, hopeful, but also bracing yourself for the worst. What’s worse is that this is all happening in front of PEOPLE and all of their eyes are on you both. This is bound to make Asahi want to nope out of here. But the damage is already done and all you can do right now is wait for him to answer.

“I- I mean it (your heart soars for a second) but- (aaaand there it comes crashing back down).”

Asahi’s eyes are back to looking at the floor now and his fists are clenched.

“but this...this is not how I wanted to tell you. I wanted to make it special for you. But I fucked this up too.”

You did not know what you were expecting him to say but this was certainly not it. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“And I- I understand if you do not feel the same way. Or if you want to b-break up with m-me.”

His voice cracks at the last sentence and even though he’s looking down, it’s not hard to figure out that he is holding back tears.

“Special for me?” you say as you close the distance between you and him. You use your hands to cup his face and tilt his head up so that he is looking at you. His eyes are full of tears that threaten to fall at any second.

“The only thing I need for it to be special for me is YOU. I do not care about where you said it, or how you said it. I just care that you said it. That’s the most special thing you could have done for me. You are the only thing I want and need. Everything else is just secondary.”

You wipe away a tear that has fallen from his eyes.

“However, to make things even: I, L/N Y/N, standing here at Karasuno High School, in the Volleyball Club Room, surrounded by the weirdest audience ever, (why are Tanaka and Noya hugging and crying?? Why does Hinata seem to be in the middle of pantsing Kageyama??), would like to tell you, Azumane Asahi, that I love you too.” You kiss Asahi on his forehead, rubbing comforting circles on his back and give him a big smile. “Was that special enough for you?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, as he throws his arms around you and pulls you in for a short but passionate kiss (something he has never done in public before). His tears are now freely falling but he smiles the biggest smile at you and everything he wants to say to you, all the love and gratitude he has for you, you can see in his eyes. “I love you” he whispers as he loosens his hold on you.

“I love you too. Can’t wait to see you tonight.”

You are horribly late for your movie but you don’t care anymore. However, you do know it is important for your boyfriend (WHO LOVES YOU BACK!!) to focus on volleyball. So, you use the movie to excuse yourself and you finally walk out of the room, with the biggest smile on your face. You cannot help but laugh as his teammates almost blow the roof off the place with all their yelling and cheering for him as soon as you leave.

Suffice it to say that even though you did “see” the movie, you still have no idea what it was about.

FIN

HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Oh my god I finished it.

This was so enjoyable to write for me I cannot. I don’t think it was too bad for a first attempt??? I’m???