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kianely · 3 months
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”YOU SEND ME RIGHT TO HEAVEN”
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i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader
ii. SYNOPSIS — Fresh out of police academy, Leon heads back to his hometown to crash with his best friend before he has to move to Raccoon City. The only problem is, you’re there too — his best friend’s sibling. He has been harboring feelings for you for years, so being under the same roof as you rekindles some emotions he wasn’t able to bury. You were in a similar position.
iii. CONTENT — MDNI, 18+, mutual feelings + confessions, fluff, kissing, making out, brief mentions of masturbation, blowjob (Leon receiving), lube, fingering (reader receiving), penetrative sex, protection, consent checks, aftercare, you just graduated college (so around same age as him), banter, he’s like the boy next door, late night car ride, he’s kinda cliche and throws a rock at your window, no mention of parents, I tried to make this more dialogue heavy woo, in Grammarly I trust, let there be no typos
iv. WC — 8.6k
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Leon drummed his fingers against the leather fabric of his steering wheel, humming along to the song playing in his car. He was excited, parked outside of his old high school’s friend house — which by extension, was your house too.
He was fresh out of police academy, a soon-to-be rookie at the Raccoon City Department. He packed some bags with enough of his belongings and drove back to his hometown, wanting to spend some time with his good and most trusted pal before he settled down in a new city and focused on his work.
He took his keys off the ignition, got off, and got his bags. His hands were full when he walked up to the front door, so he rang the doorbell with his elbow. For some reason, he felt a tad bit nervous. He’d seen your brother maybe over six months ago, but he hadn’t been inside the place in a while, maybe a few years.
When the door began to open, he was almost ready to say your brother’s name. Instead, he was greeted with a special someone he hadn’t expected to see. You.
Leon nearly dropped his bags. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of years because you decided to dorm at a university. Right. Yes. You must’ve graduated by now.
“Leon?”
God, your voice almost made his jaw slacken. He loved hearing his name come out of your lips.
He didn’t even get a chance to respond — managing to keep his ground when you stepped out to hug him. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been what, like two years already?”
“Woah — yeah, yeah…something like that. It’s really good to see you too.”
You made his heartbeat spike. Your arms around him, the way you leaned against him. Granted, he was standing somewhat stiffly because he was holding his bags. But…he couldn’t resist you — he let them drop onto the patio floor with a couple of thumps before he wrapped his arms around you. He tried to do so in the most platonic way possible, fearing he’d see the light if your brother happened to join the scene.
Leon had a thing for you. Always had. Always will.
He was too scared to do a damn thing about it, in his eyes, you were simply off limits. Like a forbidden fruit, a temptation that couldn’t be indulged in without some sacrifice.
He let his arms linger back to his sides when you pulled away, and he sucked in a breath.
“Come on in,” you flashed him that gleaming smile of yours as you reached for one of his bags to help him out. “My brother’s upstairs cleaning up his room. He said he’s setting up a bed for you…I think.”
“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me take the couch. Said he wanted me to be his roommate, so it’ll be just like old times.”
Leon was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took a look at the interior, it looked exactly like he remembered. Not much had changed, aside from the addition of some photos, a wall-mount TV instead of a TV stand, and other small details here and there.
“You’ve changed a lot. In a good way.” You spoke up.
“Have I?”
“Yeah, I mean, just look at you.”
He looked down at himself. Shirt. Jacket. Shoes. A similar style as before. And he knew his hair wasn’t any different. What were you getting at?
He then looked back at you.
Oh.
Your eyes were practically glued to his arms. Have you always blatantly checked him out like this? Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. The worst part is, you seemed genuinely curious — not like you were ogling him, but as if asking: Wow? Where’d those guns come from?
“It was all the drills at the police academy.” He knew that you knew that, which led him to believe that the point of your observation was to subtly compliment him. “The amount of training was pretty brutal, but I’m ready for the job.”
“I’m sure you are. I heard you graduated at the top ten percent of your class, that’s pretty cool!” You were being genuine, he could hear it in your voice since it went to a slightly higher-pitched tone.
The playful nudge you gave his shoulder made the ends of his eyes crinkle, he loved it when you did that — it reminded him of how things were back then when he visited often, the way you’d nudge him or even ruffle his hair whenever you were happy or excited over his accomplishments. It made him feel seen.
“It was nothing,” he was humble, as usual. “It has just always been my dream.”
“I know…I’m really proud of you, Leon.”
The way you attached his name to the praise just made it sound all the more personal, the tips of his ears felt like they were burning. He bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you.”
Leon had always been a complete sweetheart with you. He was the epitome of ‘the boy next door’. He had fond memories of trying to muster up the courage to ask you to be his Valentine’s during high school — the two of you attended the same one and were a year off from one another, so he saw you around. Again though, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with your brother…so he never asked.
He thought about driving over to your house and throwing a pebble at your window to get your attention, and he’d be holding a bouquet in his hands. Just a daydream, but a fun one to look back on nevertheless. He always gave you presents on your birthday and Christmas, nothing too grand so he wouldn’t get your brother suspicious, but just enough so he could see you light up as you unwrapped the gift.
“Are those your graduation photos?” He took notice of some polaroids splayed out on the coffee table, ones with you with a cap and gown.
“Yeah, feel free to look at them.”
Leon wished he could’ve watched you walk the stage. Yeah, he attended your high school one, but he would’ve liked to see the college one too. Maybe he’d ask if any of your family or friends took a video later. There was a goofy grin on his face the entire time he looked through them.
He was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the footsteps down the stairs, nor the chuckle you let out before your brother playfully pulled him into a chokehold.
“Dude, really? How are you going to be part of the force like this?”
Leon swatted your brother away with a roll of eyes, all out of love of course — he easily maneuvered out of the half-assed chokehold. “Cut me some slack, I was a little distracted.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Don’t you have to be attentive and shit?”
That right there was your sign to leave — your brother was really close with Leon, and you wanted to give them time to catch up. After all, you’d probably be bumping into Leon a lot since he was going to be staying for a couple of days.
Leon hated the way his eyes trailed over to your form as you made your way upstairs. He’s supposed to be paying attention to your brother, so why were you clouding his thoughts? With a very small physical shake of head, he redirected his attention to your brother, nodding along as he listened in to his chit-chatter and caught up with everything that had happened in his hometown.
But in the back of his mind, he knew he was screwed.
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You wanted to bury your face against your pillow and scream. How were you supposed to act now that your high school crush was here? Your brother’s best friend. The one you had always dreamed of dating. That was a long time ago. But even in college, you always longed to see him again — to grab lunch and coffee with him and then show him around your campus with your hand in his.
Leon popped into your head whenever you dipped your hand underneath your waistband to relieve your urges. Your stomach bubbled with craving when you felt pent up late at night, even if you tried to think of someone else, Leon was always in your mind whenever you came and muffled your noises into your pillow.
No amount of people you saw in college even came close to Leon.
He had gotten so much stronger. When he hugged you earlier…you could feel his bulging biceps and noticed how much broader his shoulders were. You were sure his pecs were in solid condition too, it made you want to bury your head between them. He had always been fit, but you knew damn well you’d see a six-pack if he took off his shirt.
So for his sweet self to be just a walking distance away was pretty overwhelming. You could handle a day, maybe even two, but as far as you know, he was going to be staying longer. Not as long as a week, but still enough to have you worrying.
It had been four hours since he arrived. You could faintly hear some laughter. That wasn’t a surprise though, your brother’s room was just across the hall from yours.
That's it. No more. You were going insane.
You got up and played some music, not too loud, just enough to drown the other sounds out. It was dark outside now, you opened up the window to let some of the breeze in to ventilate your room.
It was going just fine until you fast-forward to half an hour later.
A familiar set of knocks distracts you from your worries. Wait, never mind. The one behind the knocks was the cause of your worries.
You lowered the volume of your music a bit and took a very quick look in the mirror to make sure you looked okay before opening the door.
Leon leaned against your door frame, just casually — like he didn’t know just how pretty he looked right now. In his defense, you knew he probably didn’t. He had always been a little dense about all that.
“Hey.”
“...Hey.”
His awkwardness was a part of his charm.
“Does my brother need something or?”
“Oh, no. Uh, one of his coworkers called him and I felt a bit neglected, so here I am.”
Don’t you know it? If you had a penny for the amount of times your brother had paced around the entire house getting into a heated conversation over work gossip, you’d have enough to pay off your student debt.
“Trust me, those phone calls can last hours.” You walked back to sink into your bed with a contended grunt, making a hand gesture for him to come in.
Why would you do that? Being in a closed space with him wasn’t a good idea considering all the thoughts spinning in your head.
Leon had never really entered your room, at least not for over a couple of minutes. He didn’t know where to sit despite there being many surfaces: the window seat, your desk chair, the floor, the beanbag you had, your bed, no — out of the question.
“Don’t be so stiff,” you teased, finding the way he looked a bit out of place a little cute. “Sit anywhere you like.”
He laughed before heading over to the window seat. “Just don’t want to be intrusive.”
“You? As if.”
Leon took an in-depth look around — posters of shows and bands, little collections of trinkets, old textbooks, scattered papers on your desk, diplomas and awards plastered on your wall, stickers on the cover of your laptop, a corner with some of your hobbies, a counter with your personal products. It seemed so…you. So naturally, he liked it. It was cozy.
And God, it smelled like you too. It made him dizzy. In a way, it was comforting, like the scent he’d get whenever you passed by him or when the two of you briefly hugged. Though at the same time, his mind was also pulled toward a more inappropriate direction. He’d be able to drown in your scent if you let him bury his face against the crook of your neck so he could nip at your skin and make you a purring mess in his arms.
The idea of being so physically close to you to the point your fragrance and scent rubbed off on his clothes afterward? Now that had his blood rushing straight to the gutter.
You felt nervous, aware of his moving eyes — you were glad the attention wasn’t directly on you, you tried to continue casually scrolling on your phone despite the way your heart was hammering.
“Better than my brother’s room?”
“Mm, I don’t know about that.”
“Pftt, you’re just biased.”
He didn’t have a rebuttal for that, merely shrugging as his eyes continued their exploration. Eventually, he caught sight of something familiar sitting on top of your nightstand — a set of headphones he had gifted you. He always knew how much you loved music, so he had gotten that for you a long time ago.
“You still have those?”
“Hm?” You followed his gaze, and your lips tugged into a smile as you reached over to dangle them in the air for him to see more properly. “Duh! Actually…they stopped working a couple of months back, but they lasted me a pretty long time.”
With the ice broken, Leon felt more comfortable. He went over to sit down on your bed. He wasn’t questionably close to you, but he was manspreading so his knee nearly grazed against yours.
“Is there any use in keeping a pair of broken headphones around?”
“Uh, yes.” You said matter-of-factly as you now clutched them close to your chest, looking at them almost sentimentally. “I cherish everything that you’ve given me. These bad boys aren’t seeing a trash can anytime soon.”
Cute. Cute…Cute.
“You sure you aren’t just a hoarder?”
“Rude.”
“Just a question.”
“Yeah, a rude one.”
“You’re not denying it.”
“Whatever.”
You were killing him. Leon felt his self-restraint diminish by the second. He could mess up so easily. He wanted to confess. To kiss you. Hold your hand. Plant his lips against your forehead. Rest his head against your lap and melt as you play with his hair.
He could do it, assuming you returned his feelings. He was moving to Raccoon City soon, it’s better to not have any regrets, right? He loves your brother, but at this point screw him. Leon has been pining for you for years.
He was incredibly tempted, hanging on a thin string. But he had to know one thing first. “So, are you dating anyone? There must’ve been plenty of candidates in college.”
“Nah, I dated here and there but…nothing lasted long. It’s weird, everyone was focused on something different, so nothing ever worked out.” Because none of them were him.
“What about you?”
“No one.” He replied.
Great, you were both single.
Silence. Again. This time with occasional fleeting eye contact. Leon twiddled his thumbs, his hands resting on his lap.
You purposely shifted closer to him, enough for your thigh to press up against his a little. Wow. He hadn’t expected to feel a jolt of electricity from that.
He looked over at you more clearly this time, his eyes searched yours.
You were losing your shit, drawn to his baby blue eyes. With your nearby lamp turned on, you could see the way his cheeks progressively turned rosy. Your eyes flickered to his lips. They looked soft, as if he put lip balm on consistently. Would they feel like a pillow?
He felt like he was burning, and he nervously tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.
“You know, I’ve always found you cute.” You were the one to break the silence.
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?”
“Your brother would kill me. Take it back.”
“My brother would kill you for something I said?” You scoffed. “You’re funny.”
“You know what I meant.”
You did.
But it hurt a little. Would Leon really hold back on his feelings all because of your brother? As far as you were concerned, your brother had never told you to not go after Leon. And if that was some sort of unspoken rule…then too bad.
Leon knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he didn’t stand a chance.
“Come on, Kennedy. You’re telling me you’ve never thought about this?”
“Well, yeah…But—“
“Just one kiss, please, Leon?”
You just had to say his name, didn’t you?
One kiss. Only one. Yeah, he could work with that. No hand holding or waist holding. Just a kiss, how bad could it be?
“Just one.” He agreed, his voice a whisper.
Leon leaned in, stopping just moments before his lips touched yours. He was nervous. If he was granted even a piece of heaven, surely he’d end up craving more. But he would deal with it. He caved.
His lips gently met yours. God, your lips felt plush. It was a simple one, ending as soon as it began. But of course, it wasn’t going to end there. The two of you were already in each other’s space. The short peck wasn’t enough.
“So, two?”
“Yeah.” You placed your hand on the side of his upper neck and caressed his cheek with your thumb.
“God…” Leon folded, leaning in once more with a suave and much longer kiss this time. His body pressed against yours a little, his body heat mixing with yours.
Just a few minutes passed, and the two of you were making out — slowly and sensually. Your tongues naturally clashed against one another, no rush or doubt, just instinct. Leon tasted good, like spearmint.
“I’ve always had a thing for you,” Leon murmured the confession out in between kisses. He didn’t want you to think he was kissing you just for the hell of it, or for mere physical attraction. You were important to him, the person who harbored his thoughts for the past years of his life.
Honestly, if you weren’t underneath him like this, you might’ve reacted more incredulously. But he was kissing you so intimately, you weren’t surprised. Even so, his sincerity was sweet.
“For how long?”
Another kiss — A pause.
“Since the day your brother introduced us.” Another one. “Six years now.”
You smiled into the kiss, and it prompted him to do so as well. But eventually, you leaned back to look at him. “For the record, I’ve always liked you too. You never made a move on me though, so I thought maybe you didn’t see me that way.”
“Please. I’ve always been crazy over you.”
“Good, that’s how I like my men. Now c’mere…”
With that, the two of you continued kissing. You could scream into your pillow later once you had the chance to process the fact the man of your dreams had just confessed to you. For now though…his taste was pretty damn distracting.
What drove Leon crazy was whenever he managed to hear some quiet noises escape from you: a discreet moan into his mouth, a gasp when he snaked his hand up and down your side, an exhale when he pulled away to kiss the corner of your lips and catch his breath. He hoped you didn’t feel the way he was beginning to get a little hard, not a full-blown boner, but…you got him riled up fairly easily.
Your fingers were threading through his hair, unintentionally ruffling it up. And you figured something out fairly soon — a gentle tug on his hair made him breathless. He liked it.
The music still softly playing in your room kept the sounds of your lips smacking and occasional chatter hidden, but eventually, your mind drifted to the reason why Leon had come into your room in the first place.
“Okay, okay.” You laughed quietly, pressing your palms flat against Leon’s chest and keeping him at a distance. “I think that’s enough…my brother’s probably done with his call by now. He probably just thinks you’re in the bathroom or something.”
Leon’s breathing was a bit heavy, his lips felt all tingly from the amount of time that they had been against yours. “I forgot about that…yeah, I should get going.”
He sat up, licking his lips as if to get more of your remaining taste. He was glad you guys had stopped there, otherwise, there’d be a bulge straining against his pants — which would be pretty damn awkward.
“You’re dangerous, y’know that?” Leon sounded amused. He stood up and went over to your mirror to fix his hair up and make himself look as if he had not just been kissing his best friend’s sibling.
“What are you gonna do about it? Handcuff me?”
“I’m not officially on the job…but I might just have to.”
“Yeah, yeah. You can talk to me about the law some other time.”
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Two days had passed since then. Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to interact with you since your brother kept taking him out of the house to stroll around the town and reminisce on memories. Even amidst a trip down memory lane, Leon couldn’t get you off his mind. The kissing, the confession, there has to be more to the story the two of you have developed.
He couldn’t sleep all night, lying on the makeshift bed your brother had prepared for him. He tossed and turned, knowing you were just down the hallway was testing his self-restraint.
The good news? Your brother was a heavy sleeper. We’re talking…he wouldn’t wake up without many nearby alarms or without a bucket of water being poured onto him.
Leon shuffled out of his makeshift bed, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, headed downstairs, and then made his way outside, cringing a little at the loud creak of the door. He was going to get some fresh air and go on a drive around the neighborhood, he needed to clear his head.
Walking towards his car, he looked up at the house and noticed that one room was still all lit up even in the dead of midnight. Yours. Maybe you couldn’t fall asleep either, thinking about what happened.
He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing a small pebble at your window, but he couldn’t help it. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you. So…he threw a pebble.
With a huff, you got out of your bed to investigate what had dragged your attention from your phone. It wasn’t rare for you to hear a noise outside, but to have such a distinct sound against your window? You just wanted to be safe.
Leon saw you brush your curtain to the side, looking around before peering at him.
He felt small for some reason and motioned for you to come over, he didn’t want to yell in the middle of the quiet neighborhood. Leon leaned against the side of his car as he waited for you.
His hands felt clammy.
“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Yeah, I needed some fresh air. Wanna go for a drive around the neighborhood?”
“You don’t even need to ask…I can finally call shotgun.”
Leon snorted at that. He had a car during high school and would occasionally give you and your brother rides, but your brother always called shotgun (obviously, since they were best friends), so you were always stuck sitting in the back and listening in to their conversations.
“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked his car before opening the passenger seat door for you. “In you go.”
“Thanks.”
You put your seatbelt on and then looked around his car as he got in and turned on the ignition, waiting for the car to warm up.
“So,” Leon began, looking over at you with a coy smile. “About the other night…”
God, you had been dying to talk about it. In all honesty, you were internally a little bit upset that your brother had been dragging Leon out of the house, even if that was reasonable considering their friendship. But you knew that what happened wasn’t just a one-time thing, it couldn’t be, and you wouldn’t let it.
“Yeah, uh—” You met his gaze. “ I know you’re worried because of my brother and everything but I really like you, Leon. He cares about you, and he trusts you. I don’t…I don’t think he’d be upset if we ended up together.”
“Are you sure? I really like you too, I just don’t want to ruin anything.”
“Are you kidding? He’d probably be hyped about you being his future brother-in-law.”
“Already thinking about marriage, huh?”
“I—no…shut up.”
With a roll of eyes and a grin, Leon turned his attention to reversing out of the driveway since the car was all ready to go. Yeah, he looked really damn attractive while doing that, you couldn’t resist from looking at his arms. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at outside the windows anyway, you had walked and driven by all these houses practically every day.
“So, what made you like me?”
Leon hummed in thought after you asked him that, he kept his eyes on the road, trying to find a way to sum it all up.
“Well, I remember meeting you for the first time. You were breathtaking and held yourself so well, and I was just kinda standing there not knowing what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and I remember thinking to myself: no one else has ever made me feel this way after a first impression, you must be the one. It was complicated though, I thought you were off limits, you know…that’s just friend code. And the more and more I came over, the more I fell for you. Everything about you. I just…I dunno. I like you.”
That was his short explanation, he could go ramble for hours about why he liked you, about all the little things you do and say that make him feel like a lovestruck fool.
“The feeling’s mutual…I’ve always wanted to be with you. Like, I can actually be myself and not have to force any conversation. It’s all so natural. I really missed you throughout college.”
Leon was smiling, pearly whites showing as he continued driving.
“We could’ve been high school sweethearts. Y’know…you’re the reason all my relationships failed.” You joked, though, it wasn’t far off from the truth.
“You’re seriously gonna blame me for that?”
“Yeah, you raised my standards way too much.”
“Not my fault.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Not.”
“Is.”
“Not.”
“Is.”
“...”
Leon knew that he would never get the final word, not when it came to you. He gave you the win.
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The two of you must’ve driven around for a little over half an hour before Leon parked back onto your driveway.
“Actually, there’s something else on my mind.” You told him, taking in a breath before voicing your thoughts. “You’re moving in what…like a week? So, what does that mean for us?”
If there was one thing Leon was certain about, it was that he wasn’t letting you go. No, he’d gone six long years just pining over you and not making any moves, he’d figure something out.
“We’ll make it work.”
“But you’re going to be busy. I know how important your career is to you, what if I distract you and screw something up.”
He loved that about you, you were so damn considerate.
“Not gonna happen.” He retorted, turning off his ignition before getting out of the car — going over to your side to open it for you.
He walked side by side with you to the front door, and you were still quietly yammering about how worried you were.
“Hey,” his voice was soft as he turned to face you, he cupped his hands around your face. The caring look in his eyes could cure millions. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”
With that, he gently kissed you, making all your worries fade instantly. You smiled and then kissed him again, tugging on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. When you pulled back, you laughed a little before asking:
“My room?”
“Yeah.”
The minute the two of you were inside your bedroom with the door locked, you took the initiative and pushed him onto your bed. God, you adored the way his eyes fixated on you, the way his hand reached out to squeeze your hips as you got settled on top of him and captured his lips into a kiss.
A familiar makeout session, just like last time. The two of you lost track of time. But it was different this time: more steamy, a little more fast-paced — especially with the way Leon was practically squeezing all your curves, unlike last time.
“Mm.” He moaned softly, relishing the taste of your lips. His hand slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh as his breathing grew heavier. He was hard, whimpering every single time he got any friction down there.
He let his lips trail down to your neck, squeezing you a little harder when he heard you gasp.
You just about melted, your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to keep him close — the way his teeth occasionally nipped the sensitive skin was heavenly, it made you shudder and tug on his hair.
Leon was careful to not bruise your skin, just wanting to make you feel good like you made him feel.
“Oh shit, wait.” You got off him for a second, taking a quick moment to turn on some of your music. Not so loud that it would disturb anyone, but just enough to cover up your noises. “Okay…all done.”
You then repositioned yourself again. It was getting hot in the room, your hands reached down to tug your shirt off, no use for it anymore.
Leon swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across your torso and taking every single feature in. He couldn’t resist from letting his hand wander across your bare skin, watching as goosebumps formed from his mere touch.
“You’re…” He whispered out, looking back into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” You said in return, a grin forming on your face. You reached your hands underneath his shirt. “Can I take yours off?”
Leon nodded mindlessly, he’d let you do just about anything to him. He was getting hot under the collar. He helped you out as you took his shirt off.
You felt a tingle shoot straight down when you saw his body. Pretty. He was pretty. You pressed your hands against his pecs before sliding them down tortuously slow to his abs. Rock hard.
“You’re so muscular now,” you let your fingers trace the lines of his abs.
“Yeah.” Leon’s voice sounded a bit strained. “Police academy will do that to you.”
“I bet.” You leaned down to kiss his torso, littering kisses all over his chest, smiling against his skin whenever you caught onto the subtle incoherent mumbles of encouragement he was voicing out.
“You know what I think?”
“Hm?”
“I think…” you trailed off, your lips reaching his stomach and your hand brushing across the tent that had formed in his pants. “You need some attention down here.”
“Mm…I think you’re right. But uh, are you sure?”
Leon was a bit worried you felt pressured into this. Yeah, it would be great to go further than kissing, but he wanted you to be completely comfortable with it.
“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you.”
“It is.”
“Okay, let’s use the traffic light system, yeah?”
“Sounds good.”
Leon was breathing heavily, eyes already lidded as he watched you pull down his fly and his jeans.
Your mouth watered, you had thought about this so many times that it was almost embarrassing. You kissed along his bulge, right through the fabric. You could’ve sworn you felt it twitch a little too.
“You’re pretty excited, I haven’t even done much.”
“Oh come on, you already know you drive me insane.”
You laughed and then tugged his boxers down.
Leon hissed, his cock now exposed to your eyes. He thought about this so many times when he tugged one out, but he never imagined he would have felt a little bit self-conscious. Like, what if you thought it was ugly or something?
Quite the contrary. You adored everything about him,
“Light?”
“Green.”
You planted a kiss against his tip, a gesture that made him chuckle breathlessly.
“Seriously?”
“What? I can’t kiss it?”
“No no, you can.”
You continued placing kisses across the length of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Leon groaned, the tips of his ears started to flush. Never in his life did he think he’d get such treatment from you.
“Now you’re just being a tease.”
You could tell he was desperate by the tone of his voice. “There’s a thing called patience, maybe you should learn it.”
He was going to counter your words, but all that left his mouth was a pitiful gasp when you started licking him. The sound went straight to the spot between your legs, you really wanted to palm yourself.
“Better?”
“Yeah…that feels really good.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, practically petting you as you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock. He tilted his head back, jaw slackened as he took shaky and shallow breaths.
His stomach tightened up when you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area before finally sucking him off.
“Oh — Jesus.” He’s so sensitive, not used to having such a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock. In an attempt to quiet himself down, he chewed on his bottom lip, but the poor guy couldn’t contain the muffled noises that spilled instead.
You were eager to please, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock and taking the rest into your mouth. The combination had him purring, his head spinning with pure want and affection for you.
His hips involuntarily bucked, catching you off guard as his tip hit the back of your throat. His free hand bunched up the fabric of your bedsheets, he couldn’t think straight, not when you were between his legs like this.
Leon hadn’t felt this way in a while, it was overwhelming. And he could feel his abdomen growing warm. Just a little over a minute and he was already close — this was much better than all his fantasies.
“Wait…I’m almost there.“ He settled his hands on your shoulders. He made the mistake of looking down, the way you were peering at him through your lashes would drive any man insane.
Leon feebly tried to push you away. It’s not because he doesn’t want you to continue, no, he’d say the safe word if that was the case. But the idea of his cum filling your mouth…well, it made him feel a little embarrassed.
You were relentless though, taking him so well in your mouth. You were drooling by now, but that did nothing to stop you, not when you were enamored by the way Leon’s thighs were shaking. You had never been so turned on.
The moment your hand fondled his balls though, he was a goner.
“I’m—” Leon couldn’t finish his sentence, hips bucking against you and stilling as he came in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip harshly to not let out a window-shattering moan.
You swallowed it all, pulling away to catch your breath and lap at his cock to take any leftovers. Leon was panting at this point, trying to recover from the orgasm you had given him.
“You must have a pretty good diet.” You really had the audacity to say that when Leon was still completely fucked out, barely even registering what you were saying.
“Uh…what—”
“Don’t worry about it.”
His cheeks were burning at what you implied: he tasted good.
Leon pawed at you, tugging you up so he could eagerly kiss you. It was sloppy and uncoordinated because of how dazed he was, but you couldn’t care less.
“You did so well,” he praised you, trying to make up for the way you rendered him speechless while sucking him off. “Better than I dreamed of.”
“Trying to flatter me, are you?”
“Oh, c’mon.” He scoffed.
He switched the positions, putting your back on the mattress and settling his hips between your thighs. He was more than ready to make you feel good too.
His hand traveled all over you, across your chest and hardened nipples, across the side of your ribs, squeezed your waist, went down to grab your ass, and then returned to your waistband, fingers tugging at your waistband.
“Can I?”
“Yeah.”
After you lifted your hips to help him take your pants and underwear off, you reached over to open the top drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.
Leon was relieved you were prepared, because he certainly hadn’t packed any of that for his visit, he didn’t think this would happen.
“Here, let me…” He reached for the bottle.
He put some lube on his middle and index fingers before reaching his hand back between your legs, teasing your hole a bit before very slowly sinking them in. You inhaled sharply at the coldness of it, letting out that same breath in the form of a moan.
“Is this okay?” Leon asked you, eyes watching your facial reactions to make sure the motion of his fingers weren’t causing you any discomfort. He was a little insecure of them, his training had roughened them up a bit.
“Mhm. Keep going.”
He did just that, continuing to dip them in until you eased up and they fit inside nice and snug.
He looked back down, letting out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ when you started bucking your hips up to meet his touch. God, he was so horny even after his climax, his cock beginning to harden up again.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, fingering you at a gentle pace, he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth at the thought of being inside you.
“I can, I think we’re made for each other.”
The way you managed a smile while letting out the prettiest noises stirred up many emotions in him. He liked the vulnerability of this moment, just two people who liked each other being intimate and connecting.
“Well, I do too. Just…I dunno.” He fell silent, his gaze returning to your face and watching as it contorted into one of pleasure when he angled and curled his fingers just right.
“Right there?”
You nodded, reaching your hand down to hover it over the one he was using. “Yeah. Fuck…just like that.”
The wet sounds of his slick fingers sliding in and out of you were driving him insane, and a string of curse words left his lips. “You sound so good.”
Each flick of his wrist had you squirming around, your bed sheets wrinkling and getting all messed up. Some of the lube spilled down your thighs, you’d need to wash your sheets after this.
Leon kept going until you came, feeling his cock come fully to life at the way you moaned and spilled his name.
“Leon…” Your fingers dug into his forearms, feeling his muscles flex as he coaxed you through your orgasm. His eyes were glued to your face, biting his lip at the way your pretty eyes rolled back. He pulled his fingers out when your legs closed together in response to the overwhelming presence.
“Holy shit,” you sighed when you regained your senses, eyes fluttering open to meet his.
His lips tugged into a smile, he looked pretty proud of himself. “Felt good?”
“Better than good, but…”
“But?”
“I want more.”
“More as in…?”
Could he be more dense?
“I want you inside me.”
“Oh. Right.”
His cheeks turned red, well, redder than they already were. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Do you wanna be on top or?”
You gave it some thought, reaching over for the unopened condom — there was time for both, but to start, you wanted to ride him.
“I’ll be on top.”
With the repositions all done, you straddled his hips, tearing open the condom packet. Your heart was hammering like crazy, one of your dreams was about to come true. It wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, this was the man you had liked for literal years.
Leon noticed that you seemed to be pensive while putting the condom on him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing about the flesh.
“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”
His caring voice pulled you from your thoughts, you shook your head and smiled.
“Just about how long I’ve wanted this. You know, being with you. I’m really happy.”
God, he adored you. “Me too.”
You aligned yourself with his cock, “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
You curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep it stable before slowly sinking onto him. You felt the air escape from your lungs. Your jaw slackened and you let out a silent moan until you took all of him in.
“You’re going to be the death of me…” Leon gritted out. “Fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good. You okay?”
You nodded, feeling full, the curve of your ass was against his balls. “Yeah, I think the foreplay really helped. I’m gonna start moving now.”
You put your hands against his chest and began riding him. Leon groaned in pleasure, his hands kneading your ass and helping you roll your hips. He felt bad that his fingers were digging into your skin but he couldn’t help it.
“Ah…Leon.”
Your mewls made his cock twitch inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.
He looked so pretty underneath you — his hair splayed out, a thin layer of sweat over his muscular torso, the baby blue part of his eyes almost covered now by his dilated pupils. So pretty.
Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even if they threatened to shut from the way you were working him. No, they were all over you — watching the way your eyebrows were furrowed, the heave of your chest from your inconsistent breathing, how your eyes seemed glossy whenever they met his.
He reached his hand over to your chest, fingers gently pulling at one of your nipples. God, you rutted against him a bit faster at that, making him hiss and trash his head against your pillows. “Jesus…”
“Come on, say my name instead. I’m tired of hearing his.”
He laughed at that, wondering how you could even think of that at this moment. Because personally? He couldn’t come up with any banter, not with the way you were on top of him, turning a fantasy of his into a reality.
“Mm, just like that…it’s yours, all yours. I’m yours.”
Did he know how hot that was? You practically groaned just by hearing him say that. Leon thrust up to meet your hips, not missing the hiccup of your breath or the way your body almost gave out from the abrupt movement.
Honestly…having you underneath him didn’t sound all that bad right now. “Wanna switch?”
You paused your movements and nodded, happy that he asked — being on top was pretty tiring, and you knew he had the strength for it. You pulled yourself off his cock, you weren’t all that sure what he had in mind but you were eager nonetheless.
“Go for it.”
“Okay, just…” He gently maneuvered you to your back with ease. “There.”
“Show me that stamina of yours.”
He rolled his eyes, knowing you were referencing his training. “That’s going to be a little tough with you underneath me.”
He sat back on his knees and stroked himself, his eyes raking your form.
Watching him jerk himself off was hot, you could watch it all night…but, there’s always a next time. Right now? All you wanted was the intimacy of having him inside you again.
Leon bit his lip as he rubbed the head of his cock against your hole, he looked back up at you, he knew there was no way in hell he would last long. But he wasn’t embarrassed over it, he’d been waiting years, it was only natural.
Leon reached to hold one of your hands, keeping his other one on his cock to guide himself in. He took a deep breath, his stomach muscles clenching a little as he managed to get the tip in. “God…I’m definitely not gonna last in this position.”
“You’re not evenfully in yet.” You were breathless though, mind swirling at just the tip. You tried to steady your breathing and relax so he could fit without difficulty.
He laughed at that. “Yeah, yeah.”
A synchronous moan left both of you when he eventually bottomed out against you, taking a moment to get used to the feeling. He leaned down to kiss you, his hair dangling and brushing against your forehead in the process.
He hoisted your ankles over his shoulder and planted his hands beside your head, practically folding your knees to your chest. He didn’t miss the way he got hit with some of your usual fragrance, clearly, you had put some on either the back of your knees or your ankles…he wasn’t sure which one.
“Were you…anticipating this?”
“...What?” You sounded so fucked out and he wanted to laugh.
He chuckled. “Nothing.”
He chose to keep his newfound knowledge to himself for now. He kissed your somewhat sweaty forehead before starting a rhythm with his hips. Your walls were squeezing him, making him a panting mess against the shell of your ear.
You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it whenever one of his thrusts hit deeper than the others.
His hand found your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours. He sighed contentedly at the way you immediately squeezed his hand. He liked this, being close to you.
“Leon…” You moaned his name out, making a jolt of electricity shoot straight through all his nerves. His thrusts got faster, the sound of skin-to-skin contact intermingling with the light music playing in your room.
“Feeling good? Yeah, you’re taking it so well…I’m gonna be thinking about this for months.” He murmured the praise against your skin, kissing your ear before making his way down your neck.
Your reaction was immediate, clenching down on him and gasping, nails digging into his scalp. Hearing such praise come from Leon? God, it drove you insane.
Leon grunted, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck like a starved man. He could tell you were close, and he wanted to bring you over the edge of ecstasy — to coax an orgasm out of you before he spilled into his condom.
“I’m close…” you mumbled out, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the feeling, Leon was taking the lead, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing.
“I know,” he met your lips for a kiss, grunting and whimpering into your mouth with each snap of his hips. “Me too.”
He kept his pace the same, knowing it was getting you to approach your climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words were quiet, a little high pitched too, he could feel you holding his hand so tight that your fingers were leaving indents against the back of it.
“Please,” Leon pleaded. “Come on my cock…I need it.”
Your body started feeling tingly, your back arching and your hips trying to buck against him in pursuit of the feeling. You were right there.
“Leon! Leon…” Your head tipped back into your pillow. “I’m coming.”
He felt you squeeze him, your body trembling and twitching against him as he continued thrusting against you in your moment of bliss. But he didn’t last either, hips stuttering when he came inside the condom, feeling his cock get all warm from it.
“Oh…” Leon let out a guttural groan, followed by some whimpers of your name as he stilled inside you — slumping his body against yours, burying his head against your shoulder, and sloppily kissing the area.
The two of you stayed like that until you recomposed yourselves, your breathing pattern returning to normal. Leon mustered up the strength to prop himself back up, pulling out of you with a with a small whimper.
“Hey,” he whispered, a grin on his face as he kissed your cheek.
“Hey yourself.” You told him back, watching as he got up with a noise of complaint to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can.
“Come back here,” you laughed out, extending your arms for him.
“I am, I just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed.” He came back over, laying down on his side and pulling you close.
“You already did, doofus.”
You turned to your side too. You could deal with the mess on your bedsheets later.
Leon held you close, slowly running his fingertips along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed the top of your head and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just in each other's arms — letting your bodies calm down after the rush of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.
Leon’s body felt warm to the touch, he would make a really good blanket, a personal heater. You rubbed your hands across his shoulder blades, occasionally letting your nails scratch the skin lightly.
“How are you feeling?” Leon asked, reaching a hand to cup the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.
“I feel really good,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face, still feeling a rush of affection for him after the moment ended. “Everything about this feels perfect, I am a little sleepy though. You?”
“Same here.” He returned the sentiment, internally giddy about how everything had unfolded in the last few days. He couldn’t resist kissing you — just a sweet and simple one before pulling back.
“Need anything? A cup of water or something?”
Now that you think about it, your mouth feels kinda dry.
“Maybe a glass of water?”
“Mm,” Leon nodded. “Got it, I’ll be back.”
He kissed your forehead and then got up, putting on his boxers and pants (despite how uncomfortably sticky it felt) and quietly headed downstairs to grab two glasses of water and a small snack too — he knew his way around the house, so it was no big deal.
You wanted his body warmth again, rolling over to the side of the bed that he had been on to feel it once more.
Eventually, you heard the door creak open — revealing Leon, who had a sweet smile on his face as he shut it. He set down a bowl of fruit on your nightstand and then sat on your bed, handing you the glass of water you requested
“Miss me?” You asked, teasingly. You sat up.
“Oh yeah, big time.”
He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought his cup of water to his lips, letting out a refreshed sigh after taking some gulps. You had him moaning and panting so much that he was sure his lips would get all chapped.
Leon gently coaxed your legs over his extended ones, caressing them.
“So…” Leon cleared his throat, “I never properly asked.”
“Asked what?”
He had a hopeful look in his eyes, a goofy grin on his face as he asked:
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
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evie-sturns · 2 months
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
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summary: it's your special day, your 20th birthday! chris hasn't given you a present all day, and nothing seems to be going to plan, but he makes up for it later.
contains: public sex, smut, fluff, soft dom!chris, swearing, crying.
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8:54am
i wake up to chris planting kisses all over my face, a stupid grin painted across his face.
"chriss.." i groan, rubbing my eyes as i sit up in our double bed.
"happy birthday!!" he says, pulling me by my arms up onto the floor, im so unstable i stumble over.
my birthday has always been my favorite day of the year, everyones attention were on me, it was just going to be a stress-free day with my friends, my boyfriend and his brothers.
"shit." chris says, picking me back up, holding me in a bridal position. "you excited!!" he says, placing me back down on my feet
"love you chris." i smile, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the outfit ive had planned for days.
ive known chris for 11 years, he was my bestfriend until 1 year ago, when he became my boyfriend.
i strip off my pyjamas, leaving me revealed as i scramble through the shelves to find underwear.
i feel chris's eyes laying on me, "you feel elderly yet?" he says, breaking the comfortable silence.
i scoff "very."
"you look good for how old you are" chris jokes, walking over to my side.
i see his hand reach out, but he pauses instantly when the door rattles. "y/n!" i hear nick call out, i can hear the smile on his face.
"im butt naked right now nick, ill be out in a few!" i call out, chris shakes his head with a grin painted across his face.
"gross." i hear nick say back, slightly quieter this time.
"nick its 9 in the morning what do you take me for!" i say, pulling up my skirt, and readjusting my tanktop. i get on my toes, planting a kiss on chris's nose before unlocking the door.
im met with nick, a bunch of balloons in hand with matt standing next to him. their face light up as they see me.
"you're looking kinda wrinkly.." matt says, pulling me into a hug.
"do i actually look old cause you're the second person to point out my 'aging'" i ask, nick handing me the balloons
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12:06pm
nick, matt, chris, madi, nate and i have been hanging around the sturniolos house for the day, i've spent the majority of the morning laughing, until a pile of wrapped presents from my friends appears in front of me.
i open them all, thanking whoever gifted it to me with a hug.
chris doesn't give me one though?
i brush it off, maybe he just forgot.
to make things worse, ive just been told madi and nate were both scheduled to leave at 1, both needing to go to nates final ice hockey game, which the sturniolos and i were going to skip.
"oh fuck, we better go madi." nate says, jumping up off the couch and grabbing his keys. madi's sighs before leaning down, squeezing me in a hug. my heart sinks a little, today was meant to be a day with my friends.
"love you y/n, we'll update you about what happens later!" they call out before the door swings shut.
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ive been sitting on my bed for 2 hours, scrolling aimlessly on my phone as chris sits on the other side of the room at his desk in silence, the faint clicking noise from his keyboard filling the room.
today was meant to be perfect.
i feel my throat dry up as i let out a shaky breath.
ive never cried on my birthday, i've always been too distracted to even think about getting upset, but now, when today has just felt normal, the tears are building up.
i mean, it hasnt been a bad day. its just been too regular.
i feel a few tears fall down my cheeks as i stare at chris's back.
i try my best to stay silent, but a broken sob exits my mouth, i slam a hand over my lips. chris's head snaps back to look at me, his face drops. "oh shit.." chris mumbles before speed-walking over to me, throwing himself down onto the bed to face me.
the tears won't stop now, even with my failed attempts to make excuses up to chris.
"sweetheart please don't cry." chris says softly, holding me in a tight hug as my eyes dampen his shoulder. "talk to me gorgeous, i know you love your birthday you shouldn't be crying yeah?"
"i dont know.." i say in between sobs, chris stays silent, he knows im lying.
"i just wanted it to be perfect.." i sniff, chris rubs my back.
"can i show you something..?" chris says awkwardly, pulling away from the hug. my eyebrows furrow, "okay..?" i say. chris grabs my hands, pulling me up out of bed. he leans down and grabs a sweater from the floor, putting it on my body before taking my hand again.
he walks us downstairs in silence, he seems nervous. chris opens the front door, we walk towards his car and he opens the door to let me in. "ladys first.." he says, trying to lighten the mood.
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we've been driving for about 3 minutes before chris breaks the silence, "i was meant to take you here later but.. you know." he says, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
i nod, chris accelerates slightly as we drive up a hill, we suddenly come to a halt. chris clears his throat, as he turns off the car.
we're parked in a small parking lot on top of a hill, theres trees directly infront of us, the sunset just peeking through the leaves. chris grabs my hand gently, "uh chris?" i ask, he just kisses my lips "shh."
we go through the trees until we they stop, my jaw drops, theres a small picnic blanket, some flowers layed on it along with a note.
its the same spot where me and chris kissed eachother for the first time, 4 years ago.
chris has never been the romantic type, he finds it 'yuck' apparently.
"chris oh my god.." i say, chris is fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants. i sit down on the picnic blanket, with a groan chris sits down next to me.
"i think this is the sweetest thing anyones done for me.." i say, wrapping my arms around him.
chris shakes his head "shut upp..." he smiles.
"no seriously, i might cry again right now."
"don't you dare." chris says with a small laugh.
a comfortable silence grows between us as the sunsets, i break it after a few minutes.
"we should fuck."
"what?" chris says, his head snapping round to look at me.
"no just think about it, 4 years ago we had our first kiss here, so we should hook up here!" i say, concealing my laugh.
"i meannn whatever you want" chris says, trying not to seem as eager as he actually is.
i pull off my shirt, discarding it on the picnic blanket. theres trees behind us, and a cliff infront of us, its pretty private.
chris helps my shorts off, before laying me down softly on my back, he places his hoodie down under my head as a pillow. "you comfy?" he asks, spreading my legs open wider. i nod, chris pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, his erection springing out.
he smiles, holding my waist with two hands and lining himself up with me, "ready?" he asks, maintaining eye contact. "very." i smile back.
chris presses his tip inside of me, i stretch around his size, reaching out a hand, chris grabs my it.
he finally pushes the whole way into me, a desperate moan escapes my mouth. "such a pretty noise yeah?" chris says, his voice hoarse as he starts to thrust into me, his tip brushing my cervix each time.
strings of moans and whimpers exit my mouth as i squeeze his hand tighter, chris keeps a firm grip on my waist. "so so good for me, squeezing my dick so well." chris groans.
with each thrust, the knot in my stomach becomes tighter, i arch my back off the picnic blanket, "fuck chris oh my god." i yell, "cum for me gorgeous, can feel you clenching..." he says, stumbling over his words.
with a scream of his name the knot in my stomach snaps, chris pulls out, painting my stomach with white streaks. "g-..good girl." chris says, flopping down next to me on the blanket.
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we've been laying here for the past hour, laughing, talking and watching the moon. the summer air is warm on my bare body, we both couldnt be bothered to get changed just yet.
"you know.." chris says, running a hand through his hair.
"hm?" i ask, looking over to see his face, which is barely illuminated.
"we should make this a traditon, ya know? birthday sex."
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i really liked writing this, thank you for the request babe
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wrong place, right time - papa emeritus iv x female!reader
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you work at a local concert venue, specializing in requests from the music acts. one request and one warning slips your mind.
a/n: well!! i've been working on this for a few days and i've been feeling meh about my writing so i'm really glad i was able to get this out here! 2.6k words. spicy content! mdni! 18+! ao3 link.
You know you’re not supposed to be here. Among all of the instructions you had been given earlier in the day, the one to stay away from dressing rooms near the end of the show scared you the most. 
And yet, here you are. 
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You drop off the last pack of chicken nuggets into the dressing room and give it a once over. There is an abundance of other snacks and drinks, anything that a “Ghoul” or a “Papa” would need. Or at least, you hope. You followed the directions in their rider closely so if they have any complaints… well, you would probably just deal with them anyway. That’s typically how you handle issues with the various acts that have given you trouble.
You like your job, you really do. You get to see the behind the scenes of music acts year round at a rather large venue that is close to your apartment. It’s the perfect job for you, especially since you’ve never been fond of working behind a desk. You need movement and excitement to keep you going, to keep you focused on the tasks at hand.
The fact that the band you are supporting is satanic doesn’t bother you much. The concert has been on your schedule for ages and you have been excited for the show leading up to it, mainly because it is different from the other pop shows and country concerts you’ve been supporting this summer. Your job is to make sure that the act’s riders are followed completely, including the ridiculous requests. The strangest request you had ever had to fulfill was twelve rotisserie chickens for some kind of christian rock band but your coworkers tease you that maybe Ghost had sacrificial goats in their rider.
When the band first arrives, you feel a deep chill run down your spine. Their appearance is not what you were expecting. Ghouls pile out of the tour bus, their bug-like masked jerking around to get a look at the venue. They are dressed like they walked off of a battlefield with poofed pants and large, black boots with a golden upside-down cross shining on the front of them.They stop and examine the venue crew members, their gazes dropping up and down from each member. One of them stops in front of you and they tilt their head. You offer an anxious laugh and they offer you a large, blindingly white smile.
“E-eh, don’t mind them.” The voice snaps you out of getting lost in the Ghoul’s sharp teeth. You turn to him, blinking a few times at his sharp mismatched eyes. Something takes hold of you in that moment. “They are just, eh, curious creatures. Harmless… unless they are hungry.” He smiles weakly at you and holds out his hand. You take it and give it a shake, eyes drifting up and down his figure. He is wearing a maroon tracksuit and he looks like just a guy. Definitely less intimidating than the costume wearing ghouls. “I’m Copia. Eh, I really appreciate you and your position. Did you get the, uh-?”
“Juice boxes. Yes, I have them, just need to put them in the fridge.” 
“Ah, grazie. Thank you. And, eh, the-”
“The McNuggets are in the dressing rooms, yes.” 
Someone calls for him and he is quickly scurrying away from you with a quick wave. Again, not the strangest interaction with an act you have ever had but something did feel off about it. The moment he is gone the air feels less thick and you can breathe again. You take a few deep breaths and snap yourself out of it before heading off to make sure everything is ready for the night. 
“Hey!” 
Your eyes scan the area and your head snaps in the direction of the voice. Another man, this one dressed similarly to the ghouls but without most of the flare. He has a gold upside down cross pinned to his vest. He catches up to you and rests his hands on his knees for a moment to catch your breath.
“Sorry, sorry to bug you. Uh, just wanted to follow up on those juice boxes.” 
“I will drop them off in the dressing room.” You clench your jaw but manage to sound as pleasant as you possibly can.
“N-no, I mean, uh… it’s very important that they are dropped off early on. Like, before the end of the show.” The man seems nervous, his voice sounding a bit high pitched and his eyes wide with what appears to be fear. You start to answer but he is quick to cut you off, one of his hands grasping at your shoulder. “You’ve done a great job. A really great job, but it is incredibly important that no one is in Papa’s dressing room after the show. No one.”
You swallow thickly and give a small nod. He lets go of you, his eyes still piercing yours. He gives you a light pat on the arm and then walks away but turns over his shoulder a few times to look at you. This isn’t the first warning you’ve received but it feels more… harrowing than the others. The genuine fear in the man’s eyes and the thickness of the air when you first met Copia gives you pause but you quickly shake it off, as there are tasks to be done.
The show runs smoothly on your side of things. There have been no complaints and you are already thinking of you post show plans (stopping at a gas station for one of those snickers ice cream bars and then eating it in bed) — until you remember. The juice boxes. The fucking juice boxes. You quickly snatch the pack of them from the ground and take off running to Papa’s dressing room. 
You estimate that they are performing the encore now so you don’t have much time. It doesn’t take long before you’re in the dressing room and you are immediately distracted by the colorful jackets lining the racks. You snap yourself out of it once your eyes settle on the mini fridge. Your heart is thudding in your ears as you open the mini fridge and stock it with fresh juice boxes, placing the entire case in it and shutting the door.
You’re not sure what you're afraid of more: getting trouble with your boss or being here when this “Papa” gets back. Your feet pound beneath you as you run to the door to the room when the knob starts to turn. You freeze as the door opens and you see him. 
Copia.
Only he looks different, his face painted like some kind of skull and he is dressed in a red, sparkling jacket. His hair is mussed from performing and for a moment, he looks frazzled that you’re here before his lips curl into a dark smile.
“Oh, Copia, I’m so sorry.” You start to make your way to the door, maneuvering yourself so that you are still facing him. “I was just topping off the juice boxes. I’ll be out of your hair now.” You start to move to the door but he’s too fast, his hands grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them above your head, your back pressed to the door. 
“Don’t be sorry, piccolina.” His voice is a low growl and he leans in further to you, his nose brushing against yours. You can’t move your mouth to speak, only offering a small whimper in response. He’s doing something to you; you can feel some kind of buzzing come from him. “Look into my eye — tell me what you see.” You can’t deny him, your eyes immediately flitting to his white one.
You feel it first, the heat licking at your skin. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open, unable to look away from the white hot flames of Hell you see within him. Copia let’s go of your wrists and you aren’t even able to move them, keeping them above your head as you gaze into the endless depths suffering and torture at the hands of creatures you could hardly even fathom. 
The next thing you feel is Copia’s lips against yours, breaking the trance you were in but when you close your eyes you can still see the flames. Your arms fall around his neck and he deepens the kiss, his tongue hungrily invading your mouth, tasting every inch of you. His hands drift down to your hips and he pulls them into him, feeling his already hard cock rut against you. 
When he pulls away, you feel exhausted. You catch your breath as you blink your half lidded eyes at him, your chest shuddering with each exhale. Copia keeps his cock pressed hard against you, while his hands start to wander your body. The heat that had danced along your skin now spreads through your body, turning into the most intense desire you’ve ever felt.
“This is why they come to see us.” His lips quirk into a grin as his fingers tease at your breasts through your shirt. “To catch a glimpse of what lies beyond.” You suck in a breath as he presses in closer, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You’ve been blessed by Lucifer, piccolina.” He nips at your earlobe then starts to plant open mouthed kisses down your neck. You give a low groan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he kisses lower and lower. His fingers toy with the waistband of your pants before getting down on his knees in front of you.
“C-Copia, I—“ You stop short once his eyes meet yours, looking softer this time. “Papa. Papa, I didn’t mean to-“
“Shhh, dolcezza.” He starts to tug at your pants, pulling them down and exposing your already damp panties. “It’s okay. You are where you’re meant to be.” Papa’s voice is smooth and it does the trick at calming your nerves, until he presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear. A gasp catches in your throat as he moans against you, his fingers hooking into your panties to slip them off.
Papa bites and kisses at your thighs, ever so close to your dripping cunt, moving closer and closer until he finally drags his tongue across you. Your body trembles and you tilt your head back against the door, your eyes falling shut. His tongue works your folds and dips inside of you as he moans deeply into you, his hands gripping your thighs tight. His nose pressed against your clit and his tongue delves even deeper, fucking you with it.
Your hands fall to knot in his soft hair and he pushes his face even further into you with a groan. It’s like he can’t get enough of your taste, lapping greedily at your pussy. You feel lightheaded, your nerves on fire as your hips buck against his face. His nails dig into your thighs and his moans grow louder, your back arching against the door while you teeter on the edge. Papa’s nose brushes against your clit just right and you come undone with a choked sob. He pressed another kiss to your swollen clit while you come down from your high, his arms curling around you.
Papa lifts you as he brings himself to his feet, carrying you carefully across the room. He lowers you onto the couch, peeling off your top as he does so. Once it’s off, your hand grabs his cravat and you pull him in for a kiss. He groans against your lips, moving against them with hunger as he starts to tug at your bra. Even with the paint, he tastes smokier more than anything, reminding you of the bright fires of his eye. The kiss is desperate and you cling to him, craving his body against yours. 
He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving you whimpering while he grabs your hips. You are flipped over and you give a soft grunt from how quickly it happens, getting your bearings as his hand drifts down your backside. Papa settles himself behind you, spreading you open wide for him and he gives a raspy moan just at the sight of you.
“What a good girl you are.” He growls as he drags his cock across your cunt. “Do you want this, dolcezza? Do you want me to take you?” Papa presses his cock against your entrance and holds it there, the pressure making your body tremble.
“Y-yes, please. Please, Papa, please I-“ 
You cry out as Papa buries himself inside you to the hilt, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he sets a merciless pace. His hips snap into you and you manage to push against each of his thrusts, your hands scrambling to hold onto the leather couch to keep yourself in place. Breathy moans spill from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut as he fills you. You haven’t been fucked like this in ages and it’s been something you’ve craved for some time now. You think maybe he saw something inside you too when your eyes met.
His gloved hand ghosts up your back until he reaches your shoulder, grabbing onto it and pushes you further into the couch. You are practically drooling onto it as he fucks you, his cock massaging all the sensitive spots inside you. Papa tugs you by your shoulder, pulling you up so your back is to his chest. He slows his pace to be more sensual and his hands wander your body while he bites and sucks at your neck and back. 
“Ti senti, a-ah, cosi bene.” He pants, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You lean your head back on his shoulder, moving your hips against his. Papa is paying attention to every inch of you, massaging, pinching, kissing, nipping anywhere he can find. You’ve never felt so worshipped, so sexy. He sits back on his heels and pulls you along with him, his mouth still latched to your neck.
You start to grind down on him, your hips moving slowly at first. Papa wraps his arms around you, groaning into your neck as you start to pick up the pace. He slips his hand down between your legs, finger tracing over your swollen clit. A gasp rips from your throat, your body writhing as you ride his cock. His hips start to stutter and he swiped his finger vigorously across your clit.
“F-fuck, Papa!” You whine as your walls spasm and contract around his cock, the muscles in your legs tending as you cum. He bites into your shoulder, muffling a deep moan in the back for his throat, his cock pulsing inside of you as he empties himself. Papa let’s go of you and you fall to your hands and knees on the couch, in a complete daze while catching your breath. 
“Come here, piccolina.” He hums, an arm looping around your waist to pull you into his lap. Papa looks down at you with such care, caressing your body as you start to come back down to Earth.
“How… how am I supposed to go back to real life now?” Your eyes are wide, thinking back to what you saw. 
“You’re not, cara.” He toys with your breasts, his fingers plucking at your nipples. “There is room on the bus, you know.” You stay quiet for a little while, his fingers moving down to stroke at your tummy.
“Will you show me more? If I stay?” You sit up and look at him, hair falling into your face. Papa tilts his head, soft eyes searching your face.
“Are there juice boxes in the fridge?”
“…yes.”
“Well, piccolina, as long as there are juice boxes and you in my dressing room at the end of the rest of our shows, I will show you more.” His nose brushes against yours and you feel his hot breath on your lips. You lean in.
A kiss to seal the deal.
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hi! this is so silly lmao but my birthday is on tuesday the 21st (barf im turning 25) BUT if your requests are open, i was wondering if you could do a little eddie blurb (any one of the eddie’s i love them all sm) dealing with the readers birthday and how she doesn’t want to make a big deal of it (she secretly wants to but shhh) because aging is freaking her out but eddie makes it special and calms her down (this is soooo not self indulgent at all not in the slightest that would be soooo silly and crazy)
so sorry if this request is like so vague i’m just going through it fr! i love your work ive been binging it so much lately. no worries at all if you can’t get to this. okay i’m going to shut up talking now. love u!
happy happy birthday!!!! i've been saving this one for you <3 also 25 is so fun!!! anything but 23 truly. for this... i'm going with mafia!eddie lol. hope you enjoy!!!
"Baby," Eddie hummed, rounding the corner with a telephone note in hand. "Rosie said you got a call to confirm your appointment with Dr. Crothers?" His eyes met yours carefully, bleak, but scanning.
"Are you feeling alright?" He pressed, looking at you through the bathroom mirror. Your rigid posture, how you froze- even for just a moment- when the name was mentioned. Eddie didn't miss it.
"Yeah," You nodded, fingers brushing over your brows, smoothing them into place. "I- It's not that kind of appointment."
Eddie paused, waiting for you to continue. "What kind of appointment it is then?" He pressed, voice even and calm. "You're- You're not-"
"-No." You shook your head quickly. "No, I-I'm not. It's just for botox, Ed." The heat rushed to your cheeks, head ducking down to your chest.
"Botox?"
"Yeah, just a little bit. I-I read that you're supposed to get it early before you start really showing signs of aging, and it will help you not look so old in the future." You were rambling, heart buzzing furiously.
"You don't look old, baby." Eddie shook his head lightly, shoulders dropping.
He knew what this was about. You'd been off since the start of the month- your birth month. A whole month where all Eddie wanted to do- and did do- was spoil you, smother you in affection and drown you with gifts. Instead, you'd been cold, reserved.
"You don't have to do that." Your voice was soft, eyes dropping to the counter. "I'm twenty five-"
"-Exactly." Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly. "What's the matter? You're still young. Still hot." He muttered, tattooed hands brushing over your jean clad ass, squeezing your right cheek gently.
"Stop." You giggled gently, his lips finding your neck, nose buried in the perfume soaked skin- perfume he'd just bought you- lips sucking playfully at the sensitive skin.
"What's wrong?" Eddie muttered, arms heavy around your waist, an anchor that pulled you into him, steadied you. "Why are you being like this?"
You let your head rest against his shoulder, deflating in his hold. "I just feel weird." You mutter. "Getting older is weird. I still feel like I'm seventeen sometimes."
"Well, I'm glad you're not." Eddie snorted lightly, grinning at you through the mirror, squeezing your sides to make you squeal. "Glad you're twenty five. I hope you always get older with me."
You blushed, head lolling to the side, looking up at him. "You're sweet."
"I mean it." Eddie muttered, nose brushing over yours. "Not everybody gets to get older. A lot of people around me would've given anything to get older, keep having birthdays. It's not a bad thing."
You knew he was talking about his mom, maybe Jacob- his old business partner and friend.
"Besides, on birthdays," Eddie grinned, pulling away gently. "You get gifts."
"You do that all the time." You mumble, letting him pull you out of the bathroom, tugging on your hand, leading you to the stairs.
"Yeah, but not like this." Eddie grinned, that glint of devious excitement in his eyes, leaving you spinning.
He covered your eyes with his hands, a side stepped kind of dance into the sitting room, off of the garage.
"I told you not to get me anything else." You laugh, hands on his wrists to steady yourself while he guided you. "You already got me too much."
"Yeah, you're gonna like this one though, baby. Promise." You could hear Eddie's smug grin through his tone. "Alright, Gare."
There was a shuffling, a grunt of struggle from Gareth, and for a second- you really were clueless what Eddie could have possibly gotten you.
Then you heard it.
The faint whine of excited struggle.
The gasp that tore from your chest had Eddie flinching. You shoved his hands off your eyes, blinking to clear your vision, when you saw Gareth.
Standing in the middle of the room.
Wrangling a squirming, excited puppy in his arms.
"You-You didn't." Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes shining up at Eddie. He stood proudly, smile beaming with joy.
"The shelter in Bedford called last night. Gareth went and got him this morning." Eddie shrugged. "Happy birthday."
You took the excited, squirming puppy from Gareth, a sweet, baby Doberman that looked just like his brothers but with floppy ears that were too big for his size- it made your heart melt.
"Oh, look at you. You are so precious, yes you are." You cooed, nose nuzzling into the soft fur. The puppy whined excitedly, licking at your cheeks, clawing up your shoulder to get closer to you.
"He's so sweet!" You squealed, hugging the puppy closer. "You're so sweet." You look at Eddie, love drunk and starry eyed.
"Anything for you, beautiful. You know that." Eddie muttered, finger hooking under your chin, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Well, part of a sweet kiss, until the puppy was licking at the both of you. Eddie snarled, wiping his face dramatically, your pouting glare stopping him from snapping.
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synopsis: you see her, and she sees you, but the world cant…
pairing: bassist!abby x lead singer!reader
warnings: drinking??? ig??
a/n: hi ive never done this social media type format here but im literally so proud of this so i hope u like it 💋
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‘I CAN SEE YOU, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU ABBY’
you brush past me in the hallway and you dont think i can see you, do you? ive been watching you for ages and i spend my time trying not to feel it
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yourinstagram new ep out tonight at 12am pst. be there or be square 💋
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a_anderson cant wait for everyone to hear this, her voice is just perfect
angelsbbg @a_anderson being her hypewoman 😭😭😭
elliewilliams Gonna be one to remember! 💪💪
dina_nolastname cannot wait to hear ur angelic voice babe, so proud 🥲
tloufan cannot wait, yall sound so good together
mrs.anderson cannot waitttttt to hear abby on bass again shes so bf omggg
jessesucks so excited for everyone to hear this… gonna blow ur minds
“you ready for tonight?��� abby was sat next to you on the couch, drink in her hand, and eyes flickering between you and the the tv. “its gonna be big, i just know it.”
you turned to face her, propping your legs in her lap. “i dont know. honestly im really nervous theyre not gonna like it.” you picked anxiously at your nails, peeling any remaining polish off. “its not like our usual stuff, and im scared joel isnt gonna like our little addition…”
“look,” she set down her drink and focused herself on you. “if miller has a problem, then we will figure it out. and everyones gonna love it!” she smiled genuinely at you. “you sound amazing and everyones gonna be addicted. stop stressing.”
you nodded and moved to sit closer to her.
abby loved these nights. she loved the nervousness before the release. the excitement 10 minutes before midnight. the adrenaline when everyone loved it. she loved every second.
she couldnt lie, she was scared too. what if their following dropped off? what if no one liked the new sound?
but she put her arm around you and pulled you close. she squeezed the worry out of your body. she was ready.
but what would you do if i went to touch you now? what would you do if they never found us out? what would you do if we never made a sound?
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The Last of Us - FALLING *Live Premiere*
The Last of Us 76.8k 🔔
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11:57 tlounumber1 so excited been waiting for what feels like years 🤍
11:57 username183630 cannot wait to hear this
11:58 abbysgirl ep of the century
11:59 ewilliams Welcome to the live premiere! Starting in one minute…
11:59 dinadinadina so sooooon omg
11:59 angelanderson abby and i cant wait for you to hear this one. thank you for your love and support.
12:00 TheLastofUsOfficial And so it begins…
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tlouofficial Please join us in welcoming the newest addition, ‘FALLING’, live, Friday July 21st at 7pm at ‘The Ford Theatre’ in Los Angeles, CA. Limited tickets are available.
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yourinstagram thank you, thank you, thank you for all the love on the ep. i cant wait to see you all so soon.
a_anderson in angels terms… be there or be square
elliewilliams Cannot wait for this, we have missed you all.
jessesucks this is absolutely surreal, thank you for allowing to me to be apart of this 🙏
dina_nolastname LITERALLY FREAKINF OUT RN CABNOT WIAT TO SEE YOY ALL ITS GONNA HE SO FUN AHHHHHHHGHHHHHH
ellsgirl @dina_nolastname shes so cute omg 😭 cannot wait to see you friday!!!
mr.angelanderson OMG RUNNING TO GET TICKETS RIGHT NOW
tloubaby wishing i was in la rn 💔 pls more showssssss
yourinstagram @tloubaby …never say never… joel pls im sorry
a_anderson @ yourinstagram baby hes gonna kill you oh my goddd
username628729 BABY???!? YALL SEEINF THIS TOO?!?!
angelsbbg dont know whether to be more shocked by a show or the baby hello?!
mrs.anderson BABY?!?? yall no way.
‘cause i can see you waiting down the hall from me i can see you up against the wall with me and what would you do baby, if you only knew? that i can see you
joel: Angel.
angel: joel…
j: Why the hell are you going against mine and the label’s plans?
a: i didnt even say anything!!!!!
j: Angel come on, we both see right through what you said. You need to wait for this to kick off a bit before we say anything about the tour.
a: but im excitedddddddddd please
j: Look, there’s a week until the show, can you hold off until then? Please, for my welfare.
a: ugh FINE but im not happy ab it.
j: Okay. And don’t think I didn’t notice the little memo. We’ll talk about it Wednesday at the meeting.
a: …
“shit.”
“whats up hun?” dina questioned as she walked in the living room.
“joel.” dina winced and sat next to you to read your texts. “im in deep shit.”
she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in a half hug. “it’ll be okay angel, we’re all gonna be there to back you up.”
“they are gonna rip me apart.” you leaned your head on her shoulder. “abby keeps fucking asking who it’s about, joels mad, the labels probably gonna kick me.” you groaned. “i messed up so bad.”
“dont worry about it, its gonna he alright.” dina smiled at you to ease your worries ys, but it did little to help. “c’mon, we’re all going out, come with.”
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Indie-Rock band ‘The Last of Us’ takes a step away from usual tone, and into mysterious voice memos
By Maria Miller
‘The Last of Us’ has been known for their catchy lyrics and beautiful instrumental pieces, but recently they’ve switched up tone.
On Friday ‘The Last of Us’ members took to Instagram to announce a brand new ep. entitled, ‘FALLING’. Fans went crazy in excitement for the new music, and we did too. Since their debut with album, ‘If I Ever Were to Lose You’, the band has kept up with a platonic love and nostalgia theme to their lyrics.
However, newest release ‘FALLING’ is anything but. In their 5 track ep. the lyrics take a much more romantic turn. Lead singer Angel sings of past, current, and future love. And while fans are loving the switch, what we are all stuck wondering about is a voice memo included.
The end of track 5, ‘i can see you’ which includes a voice memo from Angel. She talks of a lover and fans cant help but wonder who it is.
you could feel her eyes on you. they dragged along with you everywhere you went, and you loved it. she watched you from across the room as you chatted with a fan who recognized you.
but abby felt your eyes as she danced with some girl. when she flirted with the bartender. when she talked to the fan you’d met.
you weren’t even dating. you shouldn’t have been jealous.
just like you shouldn’t have imagined kissing her in front of that girl.
and we kept everything professional but somethings changed, it’s something i, i like they keep watchful eyes on us so, its best that we move fast and keep quiet you won’t believe half the things i see inside my head. wait till you see half the things that haven’t even happened yet
abby knew you were watching her. she knew she was getting to you, to your head. so when she watched you basically storm off to the bathroom, she had to excuse herself.
you were reapplying lipstick when she walked in, making eye contact through the mirror for a second before continuing. you felt her get antsy but took your time. if she could flirt with whoever she wanted, you could take your time freshening up.
when you finally finished, you tossed your stuff back in your bag, turning to find abby much closer than 30 seconds ago. you went to speak but she stopped you.
her lips found yours in an instant, fitting together like puzzle pieces. your arms wrapped around her neck as hers found your waist.
“ive been waiting so long to do this,” she breathed onto your lips. you hummed in response, pushing forward to find her again in a kiss, making her laugh.
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the night of the show, you were bouncing on your feet as you all warmed up.
“antsy much angel?” ellie teased, tuning her guitar. “pass me the setlist, will you?” you nodded as you continued warmups. you looked over the setlist with her, mentally going over all the lyrics.
you felt a knot form in your stomach. the songs were still so new, and you couldnt afford to fuck up right now, not with joel and the label breathing down your neck. “you guys mind if we play through i can see you? i wanna make sure i can do it without lyrics.”
the all spoke their agreements as they set up. jesse set the tempo on his drums. everyone started up one by one, getting a feel for the song.
“abs, little lighter?” she hummed, adjusting her amp. “dina you ready?” she nodded and you fell into the song.
when you were all sure you had the song down, dina and ellie went to finish getting ready.
abby watched as you bit your lips while reading over lyrics and sheet music. she sat beside you, taking the papers from your hand. “whats up with you? you’re never nervous before a show.” she bumped you shoulder, trying to get a smile.
“i just have to get this right. these songs mean a lot to me, and then fans love them.” you sighed, running your hands up and down your legs. “and joel and them are still pissed at me for the memo and shit.”
abby held one of your hands in hers, smiling gently. “you’re gonna do great angel, seriously. you know the music better than anyone. so just forget about everyone and everything and have fun. okay?”
you wanted to kiss her so bad, but ellie and dina had come back, ready to go, and the show was supposed to start. guess it’d have to wait.
but what would you do if i went to touch you now? what would you do if they never found us out? what would you do if we never made a sound?
“hello!” the crowd screamed back as you all walked on stage. “hi, oh my goodness. thank you so much for coming, it means so much to all of us.” you smiled as the lights shined in your face. “we are very excited so, without a further ado, welcome ‘the last of us’.”
the screams got louder as the stage lights dimmed and jesse set the tempo.
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as everyone took a break for water and to tune, you spoke with the fans.
“alright, hi hello and welcome.” you felt light bloom in you as you heard greetings from all around. “so thank you so much for coming tonight, really truly it means so much to everyone who’s apart of this. id like to just take a second to appreciate the other lovely members of the band. ellie williams over here,” you pointed, taking a break to let the crowd applaud and yell.
“dina my love, on keys. jesse on drums. and of course, abby anderson on bass.” you smiled as they all felt the love of the crowd. “we love you all so so much, an-“ you got cut off by the loudest screams and fingers pointing. you turned around to find abby taking off the jacket she’d been wearing, throwing it to the ground in the middle of the stage.
she smirked at you as you rolled your eyes. “as i was saying,” you laughed. “we love you, and thank you for coming and supporting us tonight. this next, and last, one means a lot to me, and apparently to all of you.” you set the mic back up on its stand as you grabbed your own guitar and strummed. “i can see you.” you pointed to the middle of the screeching crowd.
cause i can see you waiting down the hall from me i could see you up against the wall and what would you do baby, if you only knew? oh-oh-oh, oh, oh that i can see you throw your jacket on the floor i could see you make me want you ever more what would you do baby, if you only knew? that i can see you
you loved meet and greets, meeting your fans was the absolute best.
but you really wanted abby.
as you waited in some hallway for them to let fans in, you stared unbashedly. jessie, dina, and ellie were all in a fight about something or other that you truly could not remember now. not with her eyes on you and yours on her.
you only broke it off as fans walked it.
your hands all cramped as you signed autographs, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. you took a million photos, and talked till your throat hurt.
and every time your eyes met with abby’s, your cheeks flamed. you were tired and ready to be home, with abby.
but you carried on, greeting fans and asking them questions. giving them words of advice, and thanking them for their compliments. giving them a hug after they shared a story, kissing their cheeks for a picture.
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yourinstagram thank you so much for tonight. i really cannot express how much you all mean tonight. which is exactly why im so excited to announce ‘The Falling Hard Tour’!!!! more details on @tlouofficial page. i cannot wait to see you all xoxo angel 💋
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tlouofficial Falling Hard Tour dates and presale info in the link in our bio! Tickets on sale everywhere next Friday 6/28 ❤️
a_anderson absolutely amazing night. thanks everyone and congratulations angel, you make us 🤍
angelsangel @a_anderson i love them sm stop it rn, cannot wait to see you all
dina_nolastname the crowd during i can see you: 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎
elliewilliams Can’t wait to tour with you Angel, love you so much. ❤️
username437192 i love them so much omg, signing up for presale as we speak
mr.angelanderson im literally gasping for air im so excited
jessiesucks beautiful angel, you were amazing tn ily
ellsgirl so happy to have been there tonight i can see you was like being in heaven omg
angelsbbg seeing abigail anderson throw her jacket on the floor before i can see you (throw your jacket on the floor) was not on my 2023 bucket list, but ill take it!
yourinstagram @angelsbbg real. made my night
i could see you in your suit and your necktie pass me a note saying, “meet me tonight” then we kiss and you know i wont ever tell, yeah and i could see you being my addiction you can see me as a secret mission hide away and i will start behaving myself
dina couldnt be told no. and even if she could, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to say no to her.
so the club it was.
you couldnt lie though, you were having a great time. dina and you were dancing, spinning around with one another, forgetting about your surroundings.
you left her after awhile, heading up to the bar for a drink and to sit for a little, absolutely exhausted. you’d just ordered your drink when you saw abby at a booth with ellie and jesse. they were talking to her, but she was to busy looking at you. she excused herself from them as your drink was placed infront of you.
a buzz came from your phone in your bag.
abby: meet me tonight, stairs to the roof are by the bathrooms. read
you smiled to yourself, taking a few sips before dropping it off with ellie and jesse. dina was in the middle of the dance floor with some girl and you let her know you were going to the ‘bathroom’ before leaving her again.
you found abby standing at the edge of the roof looking at the skyline.
you sidled up to her, taking her hand in your own and leaning into her.
she smiled down at you, catching your eyes.
“you gonna kiss me or what?” you whispered.
how could she say no to you?
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yourinstagram omg thats so cute
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oh, oh, oh, oh, i could see you waiting down the hall from me and i could see you up against the wall with me and what would you do baby, if you only know? i could see you make me want you even more what would you do baby, if you only knew?
“hi.” you smiled as a chorus of greetings hit your ears. “so, i just wanted to thank you all for coming out here and spending the night with us. you could be doing literally anything, so thank you.” you took a seat on your stool, holding a water bottle. “as you may know, tonight is the last show of the falling hard tour.” you all laughed as the crowd booed.
“i know, we are all so sad.” you swapped the water for your guitar. “but as you probably know, i like to end every show with a song very special to me. i just want to slow it down for a moment, if thats alright?” dina played a chord as you strummed once.
“this song is incredibly important to me, and so i want to dedicate it to someone equally as important.” you watched your fingers play as ellie joined in. “i wanna dedicate this one to my amazing girlfriend. thank you for all you do for me, and please, never ever stop throwing your jacket to the floor.” the lights dimmed and abby and jesse got ready to start. “i can see you, this one’s for you abby…”
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VOICE MEMOS
#1
falling?
#4
dina chords
i can see you.
“i just… she means so much to me and i just dont want to mess this up. i want everything to be perfect. i really need her to love this.”
that i can see you, oh i can see you i see you, i see you, baby i see you i see you, i see you, baby oh, baby
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pairing: joel miller x reader, joel miller x f!reader
WC: 7k
prompts used: “I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?” “The price of my affection is high.” tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity
summary: It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
a/n: this is my submission for @pedrostories 1,000 follower celebration! as @stompandhollar can attest, I freaked out when I was tagged in this. I’m so excited to share this with you!!
warnings: explicit! 18+! gore, smut, enemies to lovers, mean!joel, unspecified age gap, dirty talk, dear-death experience
angel of small death
- -
You’re sure there was a time that he cared about something—someone. But now, as you watch Joel mercilessly beating someone's head in with a baseball bat, you’re sure that none of that man is left.
It had been raiders. A band of less than ten of them that had picked up on your trail about twenty miles out of Milwaukee. And, of course, you hadn’t picked up on any of the signs before they attacked. And Joel is pissed.
You can already tell, and he hasn’t even stopped killing.
You stumble back a step, dropping the piece of metal that you used to fell one of the raiders that lay dead at your feet. You heave, catching your breath, and lean forward on your bent knees. Thick, crimson blood flows like ink on the linoleum tiles under your feet. You feel your stomach turn.
No matter how many times you have to do it, killing never gets easier for you.
It had been Joel’s idea to pick-over the hospital, not yours. In fact, you had been vehemently against it.
Joel had assured you though that there were no clickers. That five years earlier, when he’d lived in the Milwaukee QZ, they had gassed the place in fear of having a horde so close. Little did you know, it wasn’t clickers you needed to worry about.
But still, you need any medicine you can get.
You cough, the irony scent of blood thick in the air, as Joel finally takes a step back from the bludgeoned man dead on the floor. He drops the metal bat with a clang.
Joel breathes heavily and runs the back of his forearm over his glistening forehead. He’s wearing a T-Shirt despite the coolness of the mid-spring weather, his jacket packed away in the pack he’d dropped at the door of the small lobby when the raiders had attacked.
He looks down at the man in front of him, checking for any signs of life, before nodding in approval when he finds none.
Your sigh catches in your throat when his hard gaze turns to you.
“The hell was that?”
You gulp.
“I–”
“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice is like gravel, his volume low. Joel is pissed.
When he yells was one thing; but when he’s quiet, that’s when you know he’s really, truly upset.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“What did I tell you about checking all the passageways?” He puts his hands on his hips. “You almost got us killed.”
“I did my job!” You burst, white-hot anger flaring inside you. You’re tired of him speaking to you like you you’re a child.
“Yeah, alright,” Joel shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
God, he can be such a teenager.
“There was no one there when I did my checks!” You argue.
“Then you didn’t look hard enough.”
You scoff.
“Mistakes like this cost lives, sweetheart,” he says, voice dripping in condescension. “So–”
“Oh that is rich,” you kick the metal pole—what you’re sure used to be a part of an IV drip—across the room toward him.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Joel’s eyes narrow.
“If you have such a problem with how I do my drills, maybe you could, I don’t know, teach me how the hell these assholes operate.”
The silence that follows is electric.
“Excuse me?”
“You always criticize how I do things,” you spit. “So maybe instead of just criticizing, you could tell me how to do them right, so these things don’t happen.”
“I’m not having this conversation,” Joel shakes his head, leaning down to collect his pack.
“I never learned how to do this! I wasn’t a part of a raiding party! I didn’t have a veteran brother to show me the ropes of—”
“Don’t,” his voice is dangerous when you bring up the brother he’s only mentioned in passing before.
“Fine,” you shake your head and shoulder your own pack. “But if one of us dies, it’s on you.”
You storm past him, your shoulder slamming into his in the process. But instead of ignoring it, he grabs your wrist as you move to exit the hospital lobby.
He’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek as he faces you. You could count every wrinkle, every scar, every freckle if you want to. Instead, you’re focused on his dark eyes.
“Don’t let it happen again,” His voice leaves no room for argument, and you see pure ire in his gaze.
You sneer and shove him backward before storming out.
- -
Your paths had crossed by accident. By pure serendipity. You often wonder what your life would look like if you hadn’t met Joel Miller—if you’d still be alive at all.
You don’t remember much of your life before the outbreak. It comes in flashes: the flutter of pigeon wings in a big city, school assemblies, your childhood bedroom, crunching leaves, a stray cat.
Your mother died when you were thirteen, leaving you with a band of survivors looking for a QZ. There had been seventeen of you then. When you found Joel ten years later, there were five.
Initially, when you’d run into the weathered, surly man and his companion, a younger, mousy man who was always looking over his shoulder, you didn’t trust him. Not in the slightest. It had taken him saving you from an infected for you to even begin to trust him.
His companion, a boy named Wesley was bitten a month after he had joined your group. One woman was taken out by a band of raiders. Three of the remaining four left you for the Tallahassee QZ. Six months later, the last man, Jose, had succumbed to a fever. Leaving what was once a group of seven, a group of two.
It’s just you and Joel now. It has been for a year. And in that time, you’re still sure that you slow him down more than you earn your keep.
You're a decent fighter, that’s true. You’d had to learn to be after your mother died. It’s dog eat dog in the wild, and you’d intended to survive.
Joel sees you as a liability, though. Still, you don’t complain; you know he’s your best bet at survival.
You aren’t looking for a QZ—at least not for one like Tallahassee—like you and your mother had been for years before she died.
You’d heard horror stories from passersby on your way out of Florida. Stories of militant soldiers, staunch curfews, and too-few rations. You know our way around plants and herbs: you’d sooner try your luck in the wild than be confined to a QZ.
Joel is of the same mind as you. At least you can agree on something.
It’d taken you months to get some kind of a handle on the older man’s personality. And now, after a year and a half of knowing him, you sometimes still think you have no idea who he really is.
Besides your crisis outside of Milwaukee, Joel is cautious.
He always plans for the worst to happen. Prepares for it like it’s second nature to him. He doesn’t talk much either, which is something new to you.
Maybe it was growing up in a caravan of people, or maybe it’s your own talkative nature, but either way, Joel’s silence was something to get used to.
You know he has ghosts—you can recognize the same signs in him that you see in yourself. The twitches of fingers, the mumbling in his sleep, the haunted look he sometimes gets in his eyes. Joel has been through hell, you’re sure of it. Then again, these days everyone has been through hell.
Some are just better at hiding it than others.
- -
You're certain Joel hates you. That you’re an annoyance to him, something to be saddled with.
You glare at the back of his head as he walks several paces ahead of you on the shoulder of the abandoned highway.
The two of you aren’t stupid; anything could be lurking in the trees on either side of the road. You make a point to stick to as close to the forest as you can get without actually stepping in the brush.
You’re on the road North—to Boston, Joel had said. Where he thinks his brother is.
You’d bitten your tongue at the mention of his brother—Tommy, you’d learned his name was.
It’d been a few weeks ago when Joel had found some old whisky in an abandoned house you’d stayed a few days in. It had loosened his tongue just enough for his brother’s name to slip out.
You didn't tell Joel that you suspect his brother was already dead. Few survive as long as you have in this world, even fewer when they’re alone.
You’ve been quiet most of the day; you can tell it annoys him when you talk too much, and you decide to give him a reprieve, if only for a while. Joel seems to prefer the silence.
But you are so bored.
This particular stretch of highway leaves nothing to the imagination; it’s all cornfields and trees. Nothing, as far as the eye can see.
“You ever gonna tell me anything about yourself, Texas?” You ask him, deciding to speak against your better judgment. You’ve been trying to bite your tongue more, not wanting Joel to tire of your presence enough to ditch you.
“What?” Joel barks over his shoulder gruffly.
“I mean, I don’t know anything about you. Other than you’re a pain in my ass and you’re from Texas.”
“And?”
“And, considering you’re all the company I’ve had for a year, that’s a little sad.”
“Sad?”
You roll your eyes at the incredulity in his voice.
“Forget it.”
You don’t know why you even try. Joel is an egg that is impossible to crack.
Joel casts a look at you from over his shoulder. His hair is windswept—gray mixed with brown spun in sunlight. His brows furrow together as he looks at you, like he’s trying to figure you out.
It’s five minutes later before he speaks up.
“I, uh, I used to play guitar,” he slows down so he falls in step beside you.
“What?”
Joel purses his lips and looks down, like he regrets the small piece of information he shared with you.
“Before,” he sighs. “This. I used to play a little.”
“Guitar?” You ask, and he rolled his eyes.
“That’s what I said isn’t it?”
You sigh. Just like always: one step forward, two steps back. Sometimes talking with Joel is like talking to a rock.
“What kind of music would you play?” You ask after a moment.
“Country, mostly,” Joel’s voice sounds far-off, like he’s recalling another life entirely. You suppose, in a way he is. “A little bit of rock. I would play for—“
He stops himself, a cough escaping from his lips. He shakes his head.
“It doesn’t matter.” His voice is back to its usual no-nonsense tone. “I haven’t played in years. Since before.”
You hum, continuing to walk down the road.
It’s a ghost town of cars. Relics of a bygone time, frozen like metal skeletons of the old world. It almost makes your heart ache to see them.
You remember a time when you’d ridden in a car—before this. Before you were thrust into this cavity of death and decay.
“Where’d you learn to pick out plants the way you do?”
The question takes you aback, making you look at Joel in surprise. He just stares ahead as he walks.
It’s the first question about yourself he’s ever asked you.
“My mother,” you say. “She was a botanist, before. I was young when the outbreak happened so I don’t have any schooling I can remember well. She would teach me what plants were safe or dangerous or edible or had healing properties. She made me write it all down.”
A part of you thinks that she knew she was going to die, and that’s why she made you record all your knowledge in a tattered notebook. You don’t tell Joel that, though.
“Hm,” he hums. “Didn’t realize you were so…”
“Skilled?” You snark.
“Young.” He says it like it’s a pitiful thing. You bristle.
You turn to him, arms crossed.
“I’m not that young.” You state.
“Sure ya aren’t.”
“I’ve lived,” you begin. “I had to grow up running from clickers and scavenging for food. I had to grow up too quickly. That’s something you can’t even begin to understand.”
He turns around and faces you, face stony, before giving you a once over.
You shift uncomfortably as his eyes run over you, not used to being observed. You’re sure you look ghastly. It’s been weeks since either of you have been able to do more than quickly wash up in a stream or river.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” you seethe. “So don’t even try to condescend to me.”
Joel only narrows his eyes, before turning around and continuing to walk.
“You coming?”
- -
You’re as surprised as anyone when it happens.
Having a crush on Joel Miller is the last thing you expected of yourself.
One minute, you’d been climbing up a rocky hill, grabbing onto roots to pull yourself up, and the next you were tumbling downward.
Joel’s arms on either side of your waist keep you up as you fall into him, a grunt leaving him as your weight slams into his torso.
“Watch your step,” his voice is gruff beside your ear. It sends a thrill through your chest.
“Sorry,” you mumble, heart beating through your chest.
“Just be careful,” he helps you get your footing, his hands coming to either side of your hips. The heat from his palms seeping through your jeans. “Don’t need you breaking your neck.”
You chuckle at that, chancing a look back at him.
Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him.
Before, you’d been able to acknowledge that Joel is an attractive man. That much is obvious.
He’s tall, and broad. And even though you’d never admit it, his constant brooding does something for you.
He always looks so grumpy. You couldn’t help but want to be the one to wipe the frown off his face.
Now, though. This is a whole different animal. Looking at Joel now, pure want courses through your veins.
His brow is furrowed, his hair outgrown in a way that makes him look a bit wild. You need to cut his hair soon. A five-o-clock shadow dusts his sharp jaw, and you imagine what it would be like to run your teeth down it.
“Y’alright?” He asked.
You’re acutely aware of how close the two of you are. If you lean in even an inch, you could—
“Hey,” Joel’s voice snaps you out of it.
“Oh,” you cough, turning back to the rocks in front of you. “I’m fine. Just spooked me is all.”
“Hm,” Joel hums, before continuing to climb after you.
- -
You’d awoken to mumbling—the same mumbling you’d grown accustomed to during your time with Joel.
It was a nightmare. You could tell the signs: the twitching, the mumbling, the jerking in his sleep.
You’d never tell him, but you couldn’t sleep whenever you heard him like this. It made your heart clench with thoughts of your own nightmares. You so desperately wanted to wake him, to shake his shoulders until he awoke, but you never had.
You knew that would plunge your relationship into something different. Something bigger, more raw.
There was a reason Joel never shared anything personal with you. There was a reason he never asked for any of your personal stories. He wanted to keep whatever relationship you had professional. You’d respect that.
Until tonight.
Tonight, Joel had whimpered in his sleep. He’d cried, begged for someone to help. You couldn’t just leave him there.
So, you grab his shoulders and shake.
“Joel,” you whisper. His brows furrow in his sleep, his lips mumbling incoherently. You say his name a little louder. “Joel.”
You can feel the exact moment he gains consciousness—his shoulders tensing and his hands going to your neck and squeezing.
Your breath leaves you and your eyes widen at his scared expression beneath you.
“Joel,” you choke out. “Joel, it’s me. It’s me.”
He releases you with a puff of air and you gasp, falling half on-top of him. Air floods through your now sore wind-pipe. You know it will bruise by the morning.
“What,” his voice was ragged and breathless. The same tone you’d imagine he had when he—-
“Why did you do that?”
Oh, he’s mad.
Great, you think. This is what I get for trying to help.
You bristle.
“I was trying to help you.”
“Trying to get yourself killed, more like.” He snaps. “I don’t need your help.”
“Like hell you don’t!” You snapped back. “You were crying, Joel.”
He looks at you, then. Really looks at you, half on-top of him, your faces inches apart. His eyes drift down to your lips, resting there for a moment. Then, they snap back up to yours, void of any emotion that you’d seen a moment before.
You scoff, pulling back from him.
“Never do that again.”
“Excuse me for trying to help,” you push, too pissed, too tired to let it go. “You woke me up with your fuckin’ whining. Forgive me for trying to get you out of whatever the hell was going on in there.”
“In there,” he spits the words at you.
“In your head, asshole! I know a nightmare when I see one.”
“I don’t need your fucking help.”
“Noted,” you glare at him, before plopping down on your sleeping bag and turning your back to him. “Asshole.” You mumble.
A scoff answered you.
“You know,” you begin, never knowing when to give up. “It wouldn’t kill you to accept help from someone for once.”
“I don’t need—“
“My help, I know.” You finish for him, knowing how angry it makes him. “But everyone needs people, Joel. Even you.”
“I don’t.” He says. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”
You don’t know why you even try sometimes.
You sigh, before closing your eyes and trying to get back to sleep.
- -
You share a sleeping bag one night in late August. 
The autumn hasn’t begun yet, but it’s swelling on the horizon, bits of it bleeding through into the last bit of summer. And it’s so chilly that he doesn’t even bother arguing with you when you suggest doubling up in your layered sleeping bags to conserve body heat. 
There’s a first time for everything i guess, you think to yourself as he settles in beside you, his back to yours. 
The heat from his back bleeds into yours, even through the layers of clothing you have on. 
He zips up the sleeping bags before turning over and going still. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was dead. You never understood  that about Joel; the man can sleep anywhere. 
You’re sleeping out in the open tonight: on the corner of a tiny clearing somewhere in Eastern Tennessee. You’re the only people for miles, and still, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. Despite your years on the road, it’s never been a fear you could shake. 
You toss and turn for a few minutes before Joel sighs in frustration beside you. 
“Can you quit your movin’?” He’s as cranky as always. 
“Sorry,” you mumble, looking up at the sky full of stars above you. It’s a sight you’d never tire of, even if it meant having to sleep with no roof over your head. “Can’t sleep.”
“I gathered that.”
“I just feel like someone’s watching me. Or that they’re in the woods, waiting to jump out.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Joel’s voice is dry. 
“I know,” you laugh breathily. “Still, though.”
You look up at the deep, black, inky sky, rife with twinkling lights, burning millions of miles away. For a moment you wonder what it would be like to be one of those stars—so removed from this shithole of a world you were living in now. Then, in the corner of your vision, you see it: the streaking of white across the sky.
You gasp. 
“Joel!” you say. “Joel, look!”
“What now?” he asks gruffly. 
“A shooting star!” Just then, another streaks across the black expanse. “And there's another one!”
“Hm,” Joel turns over just enough to look over his shoulder at the sky. “A meteor shower. Great. Now go to bed.”
You sigh as he turns back over, eyes remaining on the sky, now streaked with countless stars falling toward earth. And for once, you allow yourself to wonder what it might like away from all this. Free.
-
You don’t feel the bullet until after the raider is dead at your feet.
It starts as a numb feeling in your shoulder, then all at once: pain.
Searing, pulsing pain like you’ve never felt before. It takes everything in you not to cry out.
You feel something warm and wet on your hands and look down to see blood seeping through your long sleeve onto your palm.
Shit, you think. I’m going to die. I’m going to die and Joel is going to be alone.
Part of you thinks he would like it better this way: with no one to look after, no one butting their head into his business.
But you don’t have time to dwell on that thought, before Joel is barreling into the room.
“Where the hell did they even come from?” He pants, leaning into his knees. “Shit.”
You scan his body for injuries, glad when you don’t find any.
“Are you okay?” Your teeth begin to chatter, and all of a sudden you’re so, so cold.
“Fine,” he says, not looking at you. “One of them got a good swipe at my side though. Might need you to stitch it up.”
Somewhere, far off, you think you hum in response, but the fuzziness that started in your shoulder has made it to your head, obstructing your hearing.
“Sweetheart?” Joel’s voice is far away, removed, almost like it’s under water.
“Yeah,” you mumble, stumbling to the side, hand coming to grip your wound. “Yeah, I can—“
“Shit! You’re hit. Why didn’t you say something?”
You’re in someone’s arms, on the ground, your vision going blurry.
“No, no, no. Stay awake. Stay awake for me,” it’s Joel speaking to you. His voice holds what sounds like… panic? No, that can’t be right.
Oh right, you’re dying.
You must have messed up your checks again and missed the raiders. Like last time. Like you’d promised him you wouldn’t.
“Sorry,” you cough. “Sorry, l let it happen again.”
“W-what?” You’ve never heard his voice waver before.
“S-sorry,” you’re shivering, and your hands are gripping the canvas of Joel’s jacket in a vice grip. “Sorry I d-didn’t do my checks right again.”
All of a sudden, you’re in the air, one of his hands behind your knees and the other around your back.
“Shh, shh, just stay with me.” Joel’s lips are to your forehead. “Stay with me. You’re gonna be okay.”
It’s all you hear before you black out.
- -
When you wake up, you’re on the floor, in what looks like a house.
You feel cold and clammy, and your mouth is dry. Your tongue feels like sandpaper in your mouth. You shiver under your blankets.
You glance around you, taking in your surroundings.
You’re definitely not in a house—a barn maybe? There are no windows, and the raw wood that makes up the walls and floors around you make you think it is a barn or shack of sorts.
Off to one side of you, there’s your pack, untouched from the scuffle that left you with a bullet in your shoulder.
Your shoulder is numb, if a little achy. You don’t try to move it; you know better than that.
You look down to your torso and see that you’re wrapped in two sleeping bags—both yours and Joel’s.
Joel.
Where is he?
As if on cue, the door to the barn opens, and with a gust of cool wind, Joel comes in, a rabbit in hand.
Your heart stutters.
He looks…tired. Like he hasn’t slept in days. How long has it been since you got shot? How long did he have to carry you to get here?
“You’re up,” his eyes are on you, glistening with something you can’t quite place. It’s the most emotion—besides anger—you’ve seen on his face. 
“Guess so,” your voice is rocky as you say it. The words catch in your throat, causing you to cough. 
“Here,” Joel scrambles, dropping his pack to the ground and pulling out his metal canteen. “Don’t try to talk. You need to drink something.”
He holds out the water toward you, and without thinking, you reach for it with your injured arm. Immediately, you regret it. You hiss, a sharp pain shooting down your arm. 
“Shit, here,” Joel kneels down beside you and you’re struck again by just how large he is. His shoulders stretch broadly under the flannel he wears. The top few buttons have been left open, exposing the expanse of his neck. 
He opens the canteen and brings it to your lips, one of his hands coming behind your head to cup your neck as you try to lean up. Heat flares your cheeks. 
“Take it easy, let me come to you,” he says. “Don’t need you pulling a muscle.”
The water tastes like salvation and you drink so much that some dribbles down your chin. If it were anyone else with you, you would be embarrassed, but this is Joel. He most likely already had to remove your shirt to dress your wound. Besides, he is the closest thing you have to a friend in this world. You try not to think of how sad that is: your only friend doesn’t even really like you. 
“Thank you,” you breathe after you’re done. You lay your head back down on the pillow, but Joel’s hand stays on your face, moving from your neck to your cheek. 
You still.
His palm covers your jaw and cheek, warm to the touch. His thumb skirts over your cheekbone, and his eyes remain on you, brows furrowed. You can’t bring yourself to look away from his gaze.
“What you did was stupid,” he says after a minute, removing his hand. His eyes move from your face to the floor as he takes a swig of water from the canteen. 
You close your eyes and sigh. 
“I know,” you mumble. “I should’ve done my checks—”
“I don’t give a shit about your checks,” his voice is quietly urgent as his head whips to you. “You didn’t tell me you were hit. You’re lucky I was able to sew you up. You could’ve died.”
“I didn’t, though.”
“But you could’ve,” he shakes his head at you.
“I got shot! I’m fine. Relax.”
“Relax?” He spits the words at you. “You scared me to death. I haven’t been so scared since–”
“Since what?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He sniffs. “Just don’t ever, ever do that again. It was stupid and selfish.”
“Selfish?” You’re confused. 
“Yes, selfish.” He pushes. “Did you ever think about what would happen to me if you died?”
Your breath catches in your throat as you grasp—or try to grasp—what he’s saying. 
He won’t meet your eyes. 
“That’s,” you stutter. “That’s the world we live in, Joel. That’s life. When Jose—”
“You aren’t Jose.” He says lowly, his eyes rising to meet yours. 
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Joel’s on his feet. He grabs the rabbit from the floor at his feet and goes outside, leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened.
- - 
It’s after dinner before you venture to speak to him again.
Your dinner of roasted rabbit and expired canned green beans had been stilted at best, neither of you bothering to say more than “pass me this” or “could you hand me” that. 
Your mind has been absolutely racing with thoughts of your last conversation–the need in his voice, the spark in his eyes—but you didn’t want to push it. Not until now at least. 
“How long was I out?” you ask after he disposes of what's left of your dinner. 
Joel sits down beside you and looks at the makeshift fire in the middle of the room. The reflection of the fire on his eyes makes them look ablaze. You can’t look away. 
He’d helped you sit up before dinner to eat, finally removing you from the cocoon of blankets and layers he’d constructed around you. You noticed that he’d dressed you in a shirt of his: a worn henley, deciding to forgo whatever clothes you had in your own pack.
The weather has begun to turn; September bleeding into October and bringing cool winds and red leaves with it. With the lack of insulation in this barn, there’s no way you’ll be warm tonight. You shiver. 
“Three days,” he locks his jaw. “You were delirious for a few, before your fever broke.”
Your stomach plummets. 
Oh, god, what did you say?
You don’t have the courage to ask, so you only nod. 
“We should get to bed,” he says. “I wanna head out early tomorrow. We’ve already been here too long.”
You nod as he walks over to help you from your sitting position near the fire. 
His arms move around you, practically lifting you up so you can stand. Sometimes you forget just how strong he is. He smells like the woodsmoke and the cheap soap he uses, and Joel. The scent is heady and swarms your senses. You can’t handle him this close. 
“Here just grab onto me, like this,” his voice is right by your ear. “Good girl.”
Oh. 
Those words alight something in you and you’re sure you’re blushing up to your ears. You wonder what they’d sound like rasped in your ear. 
Seamlessly, Joel lays you down onto where the two sleeping bags are. Where you’ve been sleeping the past few days.
Your brows furrow.
“Where have you been sleeping, Joel?” you ask. 
Joel looks down sheepishly. 
“Right there,” he says. “My jacket’s warm. Besides, didn’t want you catching a cold.”
As if on cue, you feel a brisk wind breeze through the cracks in the wood and into the barn. You shiver.
“Are you kidding?” you ask. “You’ll freeze to death. Take your sleeping bag.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “You need it. You’ve just been shot.”
“And I’m fine now. Albeit a little weak. I don’t need your sleeping bag too.”
“I’m not arguin’ with you,” he says staunchly. He is so stubborn, you want to throttle him. “You’re getting the sleeping bag, end of story.”
“Like hell!”
“Do you always have to be so stubborn?”
“You’re one to talk.”
Joel takes a breath. 
“I’m trying to help you.” He says quietly after a moment. “It’s the only way I know how. Over–over there, when you,” he pauses. “When you got shot. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. Let me do this. Please.”
You sit there, stunned at his admission. 
You had no idea that your getting injured would affect him this much–affect him at all. Maybe you aren’t just an annoyance to Joel. Maybe you’re a friend to him. Your mind won’t let you wander into thinking it’s something more. 
You nod. 
“Okay,” you say, voice small.
“Okay,” he nods, before grabbing the rifle. “I’ll take first watch.”
- -
You awaken to teeth chattering from a few feet away from you. 
You yourself shiver as you’re pulled from a dream of clickers and your mother, just realizing how cold it is. 
Despite being bundled in a long sleeve and two sleeping bags, the cold has managed to seep into your very bones. You can only imagine how cold Joel must be. It’s him whose teeth are chattering beside you. 
You cough. 
“Joel,” you whisper-shout at him. You reach over to shake him but think better of it, remembering what happened last time you shook him awake. 
“Joel,” you say a little louder this time, and he finally stirs. 
“What?” His voice is sinful; rough and gravely from sleep. “What happened?”
“I can hear you from over here,” you call. “I told you so.”
“That what you woke me up to say?” He asks unpleasantly, pulling his coat tighter around his body. 
“No,” you chuckle. “C’mere.”
He looks over his shoulder at you skeptically. 
“Why?”
“Just come here, old man.”
Joel grumbles under his breath—something about an ungrateful girl—but gets up nonetheless, moving a few feet over to you. 
“What?” he exacerbates once he’s next to you. You can see how his hair is disheveled from sleep in the dim light. 
“Get in here.” You pull back the covers and scoot over in invitation. 
There’s a palpable silence as he sits there, frozen, looking at you cautiously. 
“I don’t have all night, Joel.”
“You,” he coughs, voice catching. “You just got shot.”
“So sleep on the other side,” you offer. “I can’t sleep with you chattering away over there.”
Joel blows out a breath. 
“Alright.”
And in he climbs, kicking off his shoes and maneuvering his lumbering body into the tight space next to you. Every atom of your body feels electric as his scent envelopes you. Your hip presses into his stomach as he sidles up to you. 
Joel clears his throat, arms moving around you warily.
“This alright?”
“It’s fine,” you whisper back, scooting further back into him so your ass is pressed to his groin. 
You feel Joel stiffen and you try to withhold the smirk from crossing your lips. 
“You’re warm,” you mumble. 
Joel’s hand tightens on your hip and you feel his breath in your ear as he lays his head on the pillow next to your head. 
“Hm,” he hums, before sighing. “Go to bed.”
You close your eyes and try to sleep, comforted by the steady breaths of the man behind you. 
– -
You wake with a gasp to Joel’s hands gripping your hips in a vice grip. You’d been having a dream where Joel’s head was between your thighs, his hands holding your hips down to the bed—a real bed. 
You blink in the dim light of the barn.
“Wha—” you begin, before you realize the precarious position you’ve found yourself in. 
Shit. 
In your sleep, you’ve scooted further backward into Joel, your ass pressed up against his groin tighter than before. Your legs have somehow tangled in his, your thighs wrapped around one of Joel’s thighs, grinding. 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you think to yourself, freezing. 
“I—shit,” you mumble, squirming in Joel’s still tight grip on your hips. “I’m sorry Joel, I was dreaming I—”
“It’s fine, just—quit moving.” 
It’s then that you realize that your ass hadn’t been grinding back onto just anything: it had been grinding backward onto Joel’s erection, pressing stiffly into your lower back.
“Oh,” you breathe, and Joel jumps back, scrambling to move away from you. 
“Joel, wait,” you say breathlessly. You reach back and grab his wrist without thinking and he freezes. 
Slowly, painfully, you bring his hand around your torso to the front of your hips, right to the zipper of your jeans. 
What happens next is frantic. Joel’s fingers work with expert precision, undoing the button and zipper on your jeans, and the next thing you know, his hand is in your pants. 
His fingers move fast, wasting no time sliding between your legs and into your slick. You’re already soaked.
“Darlin’,” Joel rasps and it's deep, breathy right in your ear. You hum back at him. 
“How long you been like this, huh?” he breathes, running his teeth over your earlobe. 
You open your mouth to reply, but all coherent thoughts leave your head when his finger rubs against your clit. 
The sound that leaves you is something between a moan and a whimper. You grab onto Joel’s forearm, nails biting into the skin there. Joel’s other hand snakes up your torso and palms at your breast over your—his—shirt. 
“Right there, baby?” He breathes into your ear, finger adding more pressure to your clit. You whimper and nod in response, mouth dropping open. Your hand reaches up to palm at his hair. 
“How long you been this wet, hm?” Joel asks again, sucking a bruise into your neck. “Answer me.”
“A–a while,” you breathe, grinding back into his erection that's pressing into your ass, hard and warm through his jeans.  
At your response, Joel inserts one of his fingers into you. He groans as they move in junction with the finger moving against your sensitive nub. 
“That right?” his fingers move faster, picking up the pace as you grind and whimper against him.
“And what made you such a mess?”
Heat floods your face. Are you really going to tell him? One stroke to your clit makes any inhibitions you have fly out the window. 
“You,” you say, grinding into his hands. His hand over your shirt moves under your clothes and skates up your torso, before grabbing your bare breast and squeezing.
You bite back your moan. 
“Tell me more, sweetheart.”
“Y-you, Joel,” you babble, too far-gone to fully comprehend the magnitude of what you’re saying. “Your hands, your shoulders, when you call me ‘good girl’, when you wear those stupid, stupid, jeans–”
Joel sucks a bruise into the base of your neck and you gasp.
“Think you can take another one?”
You nod against him. 
“Words, darlin’.” 
“Yes, Joel.”
“Okay, baby,” he presses a close-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, before inserting another finger and pumping faster. 
He groans against you.
“So tight,” he growls against your neck. “That’s a good girl, c’mon, you can take it.”
You clamp up on him, his words send heat running through you. 
“Oh, you like that?” Joel asks. “Being called a good girl?”
You nod. 
“You like being my good girl?”
You nod, and his fingers pick up their pace, and your heartbeat and pleasure crest, before you fall over the edge. 
You pant, finally releasing Joel’s forearm. Joel’s breath is heavy in your ear as you catch your breath. 
“Wow,” you mumble after a moment. 
Joel just blows out a breath, leaning back.
“If i’d known getting you to come would make you so agreeable, I’d have done it a long time ago.”
You chuckle, rolling over to face him. 
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Mm,” he hums, taking a piece of your hair and running it down your nose. 
You take this moment to observe him: his weathered face, lined with worry lines, a five o’clock shadow brushing his jawline. His salt and pepper hair is messy–a result of your hands  running through it—and his flannel is disheveled from sleep and…other things. 
Your eyes travel from his torso down to…oh. 
You start at the sight of Joel’s erection. 
“Joel,” you say, sitting up. “You didn’t—”
“Don’t worry about that,” Joel sits up with you. “I’ll take care of it.”
“No–” you grab his hand as he goes to stand. “Let me.”
“Darlin’,” Joel sighs as you undo his button and zipper. “You’re hurt—”
“I’m not too hurt for this,” you counter, pulling him out of his jeans. 
You marvel at the size of him. In your experience (albeit as limited as it is), you’ve never seen someone as big as him. 
He’s… pretty. You want it in your mouth. 
You pump him, gripping him tightly. Joel hisses as you do it, head tipping backward. 
You move to kneel in front of him, leveling your face with his crotch, but a hand on your shoulder stops you. 
“No,” he says, running his fingers along your cheek. “Not tonight.” 
You nod at him, moving back so your heads are level with each other. Joel brushes a stray hair away from your eyes, before nosing into your shoulder. 
“Lay back,” you mumble. “Let me take care of you, Joel.”
He pulls back and looks at you with a stony gaze. Even now, you can’t read him. 
“Let me take care of you.”
He stares at you for a moment, before nodding. 
He lets you push him backward onto the sleeping bags. You lay down beside him and reach for his manhood again. Joel throws his head back as you squeeze, jerking him in rhythm.
You hum in response. 
“Talk to me,” you whisper to him, running your teeth along the line of his jaw like you always imagined doing. “Have you imagined this?”
Joel moans–it’s a stilted, half-formed thing that comes from the back of his throat. 
“Talk to me, Texas.”
He groans, hand moving to your hair as you suck a bruise into the junction of his neck.
“You know I have,” he pushes out. “Naughty girl.”
You hum against his neck, encouraging him to continue. 
“You in those tiny tops, never wearing a bra.”
You jerk him faster as his hips jerk up to meet your fist. 
“I-Imagined you, like this.” He rasps. “On your knees, my cock down your throat.”
“Then why didn’t you let me–?”
“You’re–hurt,” he half-moans, and you know he’s close.
“Aw,” you coo into his ear. “Big, bad Joel Miller a softy under all that sass?”
“Sh-shut u—” his words are cut off by his own climax, a moan ripping through his throat. He spurts over your hand, hips arching off the sleeping bags beneath him. 
As he comes down from is high, you lick his salty-sweet spend off your fingers.
“Did you–” 
Joel looks at you with a bewildered expression. You only stare him down with a triumphant gaze. 
“I told you I wanted to take care of you.”
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rrenzwrld · 5 months
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secreto de amor IV
chapter 4! chapter 3 here, chapter 2 here!
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your car was in the shop for a few more weeks until it was ready to be on the road again. because you were excited to finally have your car back, sasha wanted you to take her to the mall since she hasn’t seen you in a while. sasha was another friend of jean’s but she was closer in age to you than any others, plus you enjoyed her more than the others too.
“y/n~when’s the next time you work?” sasha asked you as the two of you walked around the mall with ice cream.
“friday, why?” sasha groaned obnoxiously.
“i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me to a party.”
“a party?” you weren’t a party person at all and she knew that so you didn’t know why she was asking.
“i mean not a party but like.. a kickback! not a lot of people will be there so you’d be fine.”
“you know i don’t do people…”
“i know but i wanna get you out there! somewhere other than sticking under jean all the time—“
“i don’t stick under jean all the time. i just like to be at home, where i’m comfortable.”
“you like to be anywhere jean is because you know that’s when you’ll be safe. but he’s not gonna be everywhere girl. live a little!”
“i have all my life to live. i’m only 18.”
“yeah but you should start now! just come with me please?”
“i don’t get off til 10 friday. do i have to stay the whole time?”
“we can stay if you’re having fun, we can leave if you don’t. we can ride together.” it sounded tempting but you knew how sasha could be when it came to going out and partying.
you were hesitant but answered anyways. “okay.. but we’re taking my car. so i can leave yo ass if you get outta line.”
“that’s fine. your brother is gonna beat my ass anyways if anything happens to you.”
after that conversation, the two of you walked and shopped some more before leaving. you dropped sasha off at her apartment before arriving to the apartment that you stayed in with jean.
“have fun?” jean was in the kitchen cooking something that caught your attention before you could see.
“yeah.. what you cooking?”
“shrimp alfredo.” you started to make a face because he knew you were allergic to seafood before jean clarified what you were seeing. “no i’m not trying to kill you. there’s a pot of chicken alfredo for you over there.” you smiled as you made yourself a plate.
“thank you johnny~” you grabbed the plate and started to walk to your room with it but jean stopped you.
“you’re welcome— where you going, miss lady?”
“to my room?”
“uh no? we gotta talk. seriously.” you turned around to walk to the kitchen and sat at the island with jean.
“what did you wanna talk about?” you knew what he was gonna talk to you about.
“i know you’re going to the party friday.”
“um.. okay? how?”
“i know everything. look, i just wanted to make sure you know what to do and how to handle yourself. i’m not gonna be there to protect you.”
you rolled your eyes. “sasha said it’s not a party—“
“see? fucking up already. if it’s an event in which there’s drinking, smoking, and people, then it’s a party.”
“okay, fine. whatever, i’m not gonna stay long anyways.”
he smiled. “good. i don’t wanna have to go to jail for some bitch boys on my day off.” you laughed as you finished your food.
“you won’t have to.” jean got up and threw away his empty plate and took yours too.
“i don’t mind. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” jean’s words lingered in your mind and you were having second thoughts about going to the party. it was the first one you’ve been to and it really wouldn’t be good if something serious happened. you didn’t wanna worry jean but you also wanted to do something different.
in the end, you decided to go and hoped for the best
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lavenoor · 1 month
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Hi Noor I loved the new chapter! It was amazing, I don’t know how you do it, it takes me ages just to write 800 word papers, I admire you so much for the effort you put into iaptbap! I have a few questions however. Feel free to answer at your discretion! 💗
1. Since Alistair’s tale is already written does that mean that his arc takes place after his tale? Like this is him grown up after his story? 12 years, after his tale took place if I’m right, since Alice was 7 in the book. Probably meaning that his tale got reset 12 years prior.
2. In the future will we get more moments with the princes friendships with each other? Obviously not all of them are meant to be friends and all, but I really liked Jasmir and Eli’s friendship.
3. And lastly on a scale of 1-10 how punchable are each of the princes in your opinion?
aw thank you so much! now i will admit that it also takes me forever to write academic papers/essays. writing my own stories where i get to shart out the most random bullshit is like eating junk food for me lmao
also, idk if yall remember me mentioning this (and it was probably a while back lmao) but i have said a few times that alistair's arc will inherently be a lot different from the other arcs so far. one of the reasons is because his tale ofc isn't part of the princess tales book, making it way harder to enter to begin with. but the other reasons are 1) it takes place in his imagination, and more importantly 2) the MC enters his tale through a single page, not through the whole book itself. (this was the spoiler i refrained from mentioning before)
so that begs the question: when the mc pops up in the tale... will she even appear at the very beginning of the plot?
and will the princes be able to enter the tale? (spoiler: they wont. - it's actually a huge deal, lore-wise, that even the mc got in. many bookkeepers haven't been able to enter it.. bc alistair is a bitch /hj)
now, onto answering your specific questions:
ive made a lot of modifications to the tales, including their original circumstances before mc even entered them. for example, most of the characters (like winter weiss, aurelio, etc) were always adults in the og tales - not because the mc changed the tales. it was just a writing choice i made so i could introduce mature topics more organically and seamlessly. in other words, in iaptbap lore, alistair's always been 19 in his tale.
yes, more friendships between the princes will definitely develop ! some have been hinted at slightly (between two of the yandere princes, for example), and im super excited to write about those in detail
i sat at my computer for a while, trying to assign rankings to each prince, but they're all just such a mess that it's difficult to summarize my opinions on their punchability with just one number 😭 i would say sen atm is the #1 punchable character imo and jasmir ofc is one of my favorites because he keeps it real. rampion might be the least punchable tho, not only bc i adore him but also because he'd find a way to make the punch seem like it was meant to be 💀
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dw... this is what ramp's up to
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frfr. writing aurelio in the recent chapter kinda took away my former detestation for aurelio lmao.
and as for alistair- *a bus hits me before i finish*
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omg congrats, ur aurelio theory ended up being correct (i am mildly spooked). jasmir, eli, arien, beau all did verbally end things before going after mc. (yea even beau has his own warped moral compass lmao)
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although the last chapter shed some light on his backstory, the rest of arien's backstory is gonna reveal how arien truly got fucked up and how/why he's far from some sweet innocent guy. and that ties into his fixation with loyalty and his relationship with one of his sisters (she was name-dropped in the last chapter actually - tineke)
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probably. when exactly? only florida man knows...
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ofc, ofc! jasmir accepts hugs :^)
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"if MC Was able to choose what character she became and chose someone who is a girl (like her) would the gender swapping have still happened with the princes and other characters?"
bruh omg yall are literally predicting the plot 😭 howw
but to answer your question: nope. the only reason the gender swapping happened is because the mc replaced a male character. if she replaced a female character, no gender swapping would have happened.
also, something that hasn't been heavily hinted at -- most people in mc's hometown believe the princes have always been female, like snow white, cinderella, etc. however in the actual lore, gender swapping has occurred a few times in the past. yes, all the princes have mostly existed as women throughout the existence of the tales, but at certain points they were male before switching back to women (each time someone entered the tales -- usually a bookkeeper -- and potentially caused the gender swapping to happen)
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omg best compliment <3 yeah, most of that shit i just come up with on the fly and type it up before i regret it lmao
but honestly i have a few people to thank for that. i used to think i could write top-tier comedy until my best friend came along, and she would always absolutely destroy me with her own jokes -- they were always (still are tbh) a thousand times more odd and creative than anything i could possibly come up with. now whenever we make jokes, it's always lowkey a ping pong game of trying to make it even more ridiculous until one of us taps out of creativity. idek if that even makes sense lmao.
the other people i have to thank are these two youtubers - kubz scouts (gaming youtuber named jay) and anncy twinkle (mostly makeup/lifestyle vlogger). they are total opposites but somehow have the same bizarre sense of humor? granted their humor consists of a LOT of sexual jokes/innuendos which i avoid relying on as much but they're still hilarious and inspire the weird shit i come up with.
example of anncy's humor (and this lmao)
example of jay's humor
now granted they arent always PC so i dont look up to them as the ultimate role models, but yeah they def inspire the way i approach a lot of my humor
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nocturnalrat · 9 months
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UuGH IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON MILES MORALES LATELY S O
ITS SMUT B U T
Miles with a reader who wears his clothes often, wearing his shirt with nothing but panties underneath- sitting on his lap and messing with his fingers. And Miles just so desperately struggling to keep a conversation going when he can so clearly feel their warm against him
Hi anon, thanks for the prompt!
I used our OG Miles for this. Also: It’s their first time together, so he’s extra shy and awkward.
Warnings: Explicit content, y’all know the drill  
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Miles had left a while ago to complete his evening patrol, and you were eagerly awaiting his return. You had started dating recently, and you were head over heels in love with him.
Having just stepped out of the bathroom, you felt refreshed and rejuvenated. The hot shower had relaxed your muscles and lightened your mood.
"Hey! I'm back -" a voice rang out, followed by a crash and a thump. You looked up to see Miles in his Spider-Man suit; he had tripped and fallen through the window.
"For a superhero, you're quite clumsy," you remarked.
He removed his mask, and you noticed his cheeks reddening. It wasn’t from exertion. "You're wearing my hoodie."
"Astute observation," you replied, sitting down on the bed. The oversized hoodie you were wearing reached your thighs. You loved wearing his clothes, even though they were too big for you.
You could feel him staring at your legs.
"You're not as discreet as you think," you said with a grin, and he jumped.
"What?"
"My eyes are up here, Miles." 
He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Sorry," he muttered. Then he scrambled to the bed and dropped his head onto your lap. Parts of his suit were ripped.
"Did you get hurt?" you asked, your voice filled with concern as you ran your hands over the damaged areas to inspect them.
"Nah. I'm fine."
You cupped his face in your hands and gently pressed your lips against his. "Missed you," you whispered, "How was patrol?"
"Nothing special. Caught a pickpocket and stopped a robbery. The usual." He shrugged. "And how was your evening?"
Your hand roamed over his chest. "I’ve been thinking about you."
He shivered, despite the fact that you weren't even touching him directly due to the fabric of his clothing. He was always so sensitive to your every touch, which is why you loved running your hands over his body.
"I think about you all the time, too,” he said.
"Oh?” You smiled. “Thinking about what, exactly?"
He blushed. "You know - how you're doing, what you're up to... if there's something you need..."
"Mhm. What else?" 
He swallowed. "Um..." It was obvious he was thinking of something he didn't want to vocalize. “That’s it, I think.”
He must have been too embarrassed to say. It was fun to make him a red-faced blushing mess, so you deliberately turned away from him to lie down on the bed.  
As expected, he crawled next to you and rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
"That's really all you think about?" you asked casually, intertwining your hands.
You could feel his body tense slightly. "Yup."
A boy his age, without ulterior motives? That wasn't very likely. "Tell me more about your day then.” You wanted to get him out of his shell.
You climbed on top of him so that you were practically straddling his lap. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, uncertain and tentative. "Um..." He searched for the right words. You leaned over him, and his gaze shyly wandered sideways. "What was the question again?"
You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "What else did you do today besides capture a pickpocket, stop a robbery, and think of me?"
“I… Um… Physics. “
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Physics?”
“Yeah, uh. Homework.” He frowned, looking like he was struggling to think straight. “Electric current, resistivity, and Ohm’s law.”
“Sounds exciting. Tell me more.” You subtly tried to press your body against his. Since you were only wearing a pair of underpants and his hoodie, and since his suit was relatively thin, you hoped to mess him up enough that any rational thought would leave him.
You gave him another kiss on the cheek, and your lips moved to his neck.
"Um. Ohm's law states that the voltage across a resistor is directly proportional to..." His voice trembled, "to... to the current flowing through resistance..." He fell silent. You had taken his hands and placed them on your waist; you knew he would have been too shy to do it himself.
“Yeah? Is that all you know?” you teased with a grin.
Instead of continuing to talk, he stared at your lips.
"Miles?"
"Hah?"
"I asked you a question."
He blinked. "What question?"
Almost there, you thought.
“When do you use Ohm's law?"  
“You… uh.” He looked like his head was empty. His eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated. “Y-You use it to… to maintain the desired voltage drop across… across the electrical components in a…” The rest of the sentence was lost in a moan because you had started sucking on his neck.
You could feel the warmth that emanated from him. He had to force himself to hold back, you could tell by the desperate look on his face and the way he whimpered under your touch.  
"Take off your suit." He obeyed instantly. His slender torso revealed faint traces of muscles, a testament to the numerous fights he had participated in during the past few months.
Then he looked at you, his gaze lust-veiled, patiently waiting.
It dawned on you that he was waiting for permission, for instructions. 
Even now, in a state of lust and desire, he showed restraint and caution, as if afraid to do something you didn't want.
"What do you want, Miles?"
The question seemed to catch him off guard. "What do you mean?"
"What do you want to do?”
He looked at you questioningly. "Um... Whatever it is you want to do?”
You shook your head. "No." He finally had to learn to express his needs. "I want you to tell me what you want, regardless of what I think."
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You. I want you."
"And how do you want me?"
Instead of answering, he suddenly grabbed you so fiercely that you landed on your back and he ended up on top of you. His hands wandered under your hoodie, and when you tried to take it off, he said, "No, leave it on. It suits you.” With one hand he squeezed your breast, with the other he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress.
Fucking finally, you thought. He’s finally doing what he’s been wanting to do for ages.
He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his growing hardness. Would he still be this reserved and self-controlled once you took things further?
"Have you ever imagined it?" you asked between his kisses.
"Fucking you?" He dropped his forehead against yours. "Yes, damn it. It’s the only thing I can think about when I touch myself. I almost lose my mind every time you wear my clothes."
Holy shit. You had never heard him talk so freely, so bluntly before. His excitement and arousal seemed to cloud his thoughts, because you knew he would never confess to these things in a sober state.
"Then why don't you?"
Your words made him groan softly. "You sure?"
"Miles." You tried to sound reproachful. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?”  You took his hand and guided it downwards.
"Oh, wow." He sounded so genuinely surprised that you had to stifle a laugh. "You're wet."
"Duh."
“That’s –“ He blinked. “Wow. I had no idea.”
“Are you going to do something about it or what?”
He carefully fumbled his way forward with one finger, gently, trying not to hurt you. "Is that okay?"
"Miles." Your voice sounded almost like a whine. "More. Please."
He inserted a second finger, and began to move them slowly. But he was still so measured, so tentative, that it was driving you out of your mind.
So you took his hand and started rubbing your clit while simultaneously fucking yourself with his fingers. He watched you with his mouth open, full of awe and lechery.
“That’s how you do it,” you sighed, willing yourself to stop right before your climax because there was something else you wanted to do.
You fumbled around in your nightstand to pull out a condom. Before Miles could react with embarrassment, you ripped open the pack with your teeth and put it on in a quick and guided motion.
"Wha -" He gasped, startled. "You have condoms?"
"Of course. I've been waiting ages for this to happen."
"You serious?" He sounded stunned. "I had no idea!"
“Because you’re a dense idiot.”
He pouted. "Don't call me that."
"Make me.”
He didn't need to be told twice. The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate, lust-filled. He had wanted this for as long as you had.
You couldn't hold back a moan as he entered you.
“You okay?"
"Yes. But I'd feel better if you were a little rougher."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not hurting me," you assured. "Come on, Miles, please. I'll go crazy if you don't."
He began to move faster; his hands found yours and he intertwined them.
"I love you," he said softly, "more than anything in this world." He gasped your name, followed by caresses, kisses, and a look so fond that your heart melted.
You both came at the same time.
His body fell to the side, exhausted.
"That was way better than I had imagined,” he mumbled with half-closed eyes.
"You should really learn to express your needs," you said.
"I don't want to pressure you into anything, though."
You gave him a kiss. "Communicating your needs to someone doesn't mean you're pushing the person to do something they don’t want to.”
He thought about it for a moment. "Okay," he said. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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hugejk · 4 months
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hearts aglow - jb5
summary: idk really just based this off of hearts aglow by weyes blood
wc: idk it’s kinda long tho
"hearts aglow, we dont know where were going"
sitting at the counter in your kitchen, scrolling on your phone not knowing where jude is. He got off training almost an hour ago, he hasnt texted you in ages. you starte to worry but right as you went to tet him you hear the door swing open, "honey im home!" jude says as he dropped his bag. "Ive been worried sick jude, where have you been?" you say slightly angered as he hasnt texted you, but then jude reaches into his bag an pulls out a bag of your favorite snacks.
"i was so bored take me to the water babe, show me whats its like to be yours"
jude hugged you, taking in his scent. Somehow he smelt good for coming back from training. He puled away and looked you in your eyes, "i have a suprise for you.." You give him an eyebrow while looking him up an own, "whats the suprise?' you say. "its a suprise for a reason"" jude says with a cheeky grin.
"oh but baby your the only one who would drive me down to the pier, take me up on that ferris wheel"
"jude babe, i think we need gas.." you say as the tank is meter is barely on E. "yeah i think so too." jude says as hes stil focused on the road, pulling into the nearest gas station. "do you want any snacks?" he asks as hes getting our of the car. "no im good, you already got me enough snacks." you say chuckling a bit. You pull out your phone and start scrolling waiting for jude to finish. As he got back into the car he looks you up and down, mesmerized by your effortless beauty.
“you can’t control hearts aglow”
you watch as you pass by the lights of the inner city, wondering where jude is taking you. You pass by people with their families, loved ones, and friends. All walking into shops, laughing, eating, and talking. You can’t help to think of your family, how much you miss them. You come to a stop at a red light. “babe y’good?” jude asks in his thick accent. “yeah, just miss my family a little.” you say still looking out the window. “well hopefully this amazing suprise planned by the best boyfriend in the world will help cheer ya up” jude says as he steps on the gas pedal.
“might be the moon, or the cotton candy, or it might be a man, who finally understands me.”
you finally make it to the suprise destination, a small carnaval in a random old parking lot. Jude gets out and opens your door. He bows as you get out and you can’t help but laugh a little at his antics. Jude grabs your hand and leads you into the entrance, a small fee of 5 dollars per person. “i’m a bit hungry, you want anything?” jude says looking at all the food booths around you two. “Some funnel cake sounds really good right now.” you say hoping they have it. Seeing the booth that says “funnel cake” in bright lights makes you excited, you let go of jude’s hand without thinking and run over to the booth, getting in line enthusiastically. It takes a while for jude to come back to you, but once he does he puts his arm around your waist to let everyone know that youre his.
“cause i’ve been waiting for for my life to begin, for someone to light up my heart again”
after getting your food, you and jude casually walked around, pointing out the game booths, dogs casually walking around with no owners, some of the rides that sound interesting. Walking by one booth you see a stuffed animal of a seal (your favorite animal) and you immediately pull jude to the booth and beg him to win it for you. It was a simple game, get the rings onto the bottles to win a prize. Jude reluctantly agreed and you stood by him, watching how he flicked the rings onto the bottles, how his perfect face was contoured perfectly in all of the lights around him. You were so busy examining him, that you didn’t even see that he won the seal for you! As jude handed the stuffed seal to you, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, thanking him.
“hearts aglow, we don’t know where we’re going”
as your night came to an end, jude insisted you two got on the ferris wheel to complete it. With your seal between your arm and torso, you agreed and made your way to the ferris wheel. It wasn’t one of those big ones, a tiny humble wheel with enough room to fit you two. As long as the wait was your started to think maybe it wasn’t worth it, but finally it was your turn. as you two got into the tiny cart, seal stuffed in between you two, it was finally time to start the ride. Taking in the beautiful view from above, all of the lights, all of the people, cars, and buildings. Jude turned your head towards him and gently kissed your lips, as unexpected as it was, it was quite enjoyable. As his lips moved with yours perfectly, he pulled away and gave you a soft smile. “i was waiting all night to do that.” he said as he held you hand. “i was expecting a kiss before we left.” you said playing with his hand.
“i love you.”
“imposible, i love you more.”
A/N: FIRST FIC DONE LETS GOOOOO 😛😛 pls tell me what you think because i genuinely don’t know what i wrote 😭
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candy8448 · 3 months
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The one word writing prompt from @unexpectedstormy was "hungry"
Sorry for forgetting this for so long!
This is a fic that ive been meaning to write for ages but just never had the motivation to
Send me a one word writing prompt
Hyrule was by no means a good cook, he was probably the worst cook in the kingdom! The chain learned that when he first cooked some apparently old meat when Wild had hit his head and was out of commision.
It wasn't his fault that he couldn't cook! In his era, lighting fires was dangerous and would attract monsters so you had to each food raw or only have a fire long enough to smoke it. Full meals were only a luxury made in towns where people had proper kitchens and there was no risk of attracting enemies, not that Hyrule had any experience in a kitchen at that.
So without a question, Hyrule was a terrible cook.
But maybe he could learn! With this skill he could make meals whenever he wanted instead of looking longingly at the dishes made in towns that cost too many rupees. Maybe he could be better than Wild! He could figure it out! He's a hero! Nothing as simple as this would defeat him! The idea made him excited.
Oh no...
The food!
While he was zoned out, all the water in his stew had bubbled over the pot, uncontrollably going all over the place. His attempts to stop the flow of bubbles was futile and he dropped his head down in shame. At least the grass is watered now? He thought unhappily as he turned back to the remaining food. Taking a bite of the completely charred veg he noted the complete lack of flavor.
Uhhh... maybe he could give it flavour with the spices?
A glance at the pots of labeled spiced Wild had provided him made it obvious that he had no idea what he was doing. All of these names sounded strange, he thought that spices were just picked from whatever plant you knew that wasn't dangerous! How was he meant to know you were supposed to label them and use a specific one?! One he did recognise was the Goron Spice, one he did not want to deal with again. He made a point of straying faaaaar away from it...
After much indecision, Hyrule elected to just use the one he recognised, salt. He lifted the rock salts and held them in his hand, wontering how much he should put in. Perhaps he should suck it up and ask for help...
A questioning quirk of the eyebrow from Legend who was sitting beside Sky, watching him cook made his head dart back down, eyes wide with embarrassment.
ABORT! ABORT!
...Maybe he should just put as much salt as there was food... that sounded right?
Okay, the food should have been ready by now. He hummed innocently as ge distributed the broth into seperate bowls, handing them to each of his unsuspecting travelling companions.
"HYLIA'S TITS RULIE, WHAT did you put in here!?!?" The exclamation came from Wind, not the first one to take a bite. The traveller looked up to see a series of retching, and dumpimg out of bowls, some having the decency to try and hide it. It was like the first time he tried to cook for them, as if he hadn't improved at all.
He felt disappoinment root itself in his belly as he quietly took a sip from his own bowl, coughing it out.
Yeah, they were right, it was way too salty and way too burned.
Still, the reaction, although deserved he though, still hurt, and he was struggling to hide it.
From behind the others, a certain blue tunic appeared in front of him, Wild. The champion proceded to tip his head back and chug the entirety of his portion in quick succession much to the horror of everyone else. They looked at him with disturbed and shocked expressions and exclamations as said champion wiped his mouth with his sleeve and gave Hyrule a beaming thumbs up.
"Rulie put in effort for us to make some food, you guys should try to not be so obvious about hating it, even if it does taste a bit bad. Look, you've upset our traveller but half of you haven't even cooked for us yet, he at least tried. That's great! Hylia knows that i was making the worst dubious food when i first started."
He then turned to Hyrule and put a hand on his shoulder, "we'll make a cook out of you yet! Just you wait!" And then he got up and walked away.
And to say that the traveller's heart didn't feel so much happier would be a complete lie,
Even if he was still, currently, a bad cook
Ahh wild, a man of not many words but the purest of hearts
Ao3
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mxstyvelvet · 2 months
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₊˚✩⊹ Canterlot High
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Sunset shimmer x Fem! Reader
Tags: Angst & Fluff
Summary: Sunset shimmer & Y/n had an.. Odd past to say the least. After that, She met Twilight and her friends in Equestria. What happens when Sunset shimmer takes Twilight's crown and Y/n is the only one who can give her Guidance on how Canterlot works?
a/n: this is my first post & this is a repost from my wattpad!!
Part 1 -> Part 2
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"Princess Celestia, Your telling me that Sunset Shimmer came back and decided 'oH i'M gonNa bE a dOuche aNd taKe sHit tHat dOnt beLonG tO mE.'?" 
I say in disbelief. "Basically, Y/n but, You were once my student too. You studied with Sunset shimmer and you know how this Alternate world works. I need you to go with Twilight on her mission. If anyone can help her, It'll be you." She said reassuring me. "Princess Celestia, Ive havent been there in ages..." I protest. "But youve been there. Thats more than enough." I sighed. If I have to go back to see the one person I hate with every fiber in me, It might as well be for a purpose. 
"Come on, Twilight let's go." I say putting a saddle on my back with bags attached to them. "Woah! If She's going were going with her!" Rainbow dash said and I smiled. "Im sorry, but thats not how it works... In the alternate world things are different which will raise havoc and make it nearly impossible to get the crown back." I protest. This mission requires a lot of precautions, This just so happens to be one of them. 
"Me and Sunset shimmer had a huge fall out back when we were students... Im not excited to see her but, Im not dreading it either." I smirked and Twilight. "Time is of the essence girls, You have three days and when the moon sets on the third day, the portal wont open again for another 30 moons." Oh yeah, Forgot about that part. I sigh. "Its best if we go now. Twilight, Ill step in first and you follow my lead." I step up to the mirror and sigh as i go in. This was never the easiest part of the trip. Sigh. 
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We arrived in Canterlot and- 
"AHHHHHH!" I hear a scream. "Jesus, Twilight!? What happened?!" I shouted. "W-What are these?!" She raises her legs and I realized. "oooh! Those are your legs. You walk with them." She starts crawling. "Girl, no." I laughed and I help her off the ground. I turn and see a guy walking his dog. "Nothing to see here." I tell him with a nervous smile and he walks off. "Here just follow my lead, Twi."
We walk into the building and I hold her hand. "Youre gonna get lost in the crowd, Just keep holding my hand and if you get lost look for my (h/c) hair." I smiled and we walked. I heard a voice that sounded familiar and we saw Fluttershy getting bullied by exactly who we thought. 
"I-Im really sorry, I just found it so I thought i should give it to her..."
"I didnt know you had dropped it." 
She sounds so scared. "Twilight come on, thats her." I say while sneaking towards the conversation. 
"I-It doesn't really belong to you either..." I tried to hold in my laugh. Sunset shimmer pushed her against the locker and i sighed. "Twi, come on." 
"Excuse me?" She said. I hate her voice. "It's as good as mine and you know it. You really are pathetic." She laughed.
"How dare you speak to her that way?!" I looked back at Twilight. "Oooh girl," I laughed. "What did you say?!" She shouted. "'What did you say?' She said, How dare you speak to her that way, Sunset shimmer." She glared at me. "Yeah, you remember me?" I spat at her. Everyone in the hallway were staring. "Y/n." She glared. "Sunset." I glared. 
"You two do know each other!" Twilight looked surprised. "Yeah, We know each other very very well dont we, Ms. Shimmer?" I tease. "Shut up, Y/n. Remember who your talking to." She spoke down to me. "I do, and I realized your not that harmful after all."
She looked at Twilight and smirked. "you must be new here. I can speak to anyone, any way I want." She glared at a kid and he closed the locker on himself. Poor guy. 
"I can't believe you did that! And How did you and Sunset meet? You guys look like you hate each other!" I sighed. "It... wasnt always like that.. We used to be friends." I smiled. "Used to? What happened?" Twilight asked, I shook my head. "It's.. It's not important anymore." The memories start coming back to me. I wish I could forget everything she put me through. Everything I did for her. I wish she would go back to her old self...
"Anyways, Whats your name, Pink haired woman?" I laughed. "Its.. fluttershy..." She whispered. I barely heard the poor girl. "its.. huh?" "fluttershy..."
"Ah, fluttershy." I say and I turn to twilight. She looks confused and I shake my head. "So, Im assuming that little bitch picked up a crown?" I say. "Shhhh! She might still be here!" She says and I laugh. "Dont worry, Im not afraid of her but, did she?" I asked. Fluttershy nodded. "That's good." I say. "Do you still have it?" Twilight asked and Fluttershy shook her head. Fuck, I gotta stay here longer with that prick to find this crown? Great.
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"Twilight, your an idiot." Spike bonks me on the head. "hey!" I shout in pain. "You could've just said the crown was yours so we can get outta this hell of a school..." I sighed. "Yeah but how am I supposed to explain that I came from an Alternate world where Sunset shimmer of all people decided to steal my crown and now we have arms and legs?!" she says. I wave at the random person staring at me and just shrug. "You make a good point but stop doing these random body motions, People are starting to think were weird..." I say scratching my head. 
"Looks like if i want it back, Ill have become princess of the Fall formal." I facepalmed. "Listen, It's.. Not exactly that easy per se..." I sighed. "See, Equestria isn't exactly my home world, This is. I know how things work around here. If you want to become Princess. You have to beat Sunset Shimmer first, and trust me. Ive tried. No one beats sunset shimmer..." I cringe at the memory.
We see Fluttershy in the cafeteria and we ask her about Fall formal princess. She spills her food all over Twilight and I can't help but laugh a little. "I'm sorry but Running is a really bad Idea! You see Sunset shimmer wants to run and whatever she wants, she gets." I hear her statement and Laugh out loud. "Whatever she wants, she gets?! That has to be the funniest shit I've ever heard." I wipe the tears forming in my eyes. "God, Im sorry Fluttershy, But this school is a bunch of pushovers." Fluttershy's eyes filled with fear. 
"What? Your gonna let some red and yellow haired girl who thinks they rule the world, tell everyone in this school what to do?!" I say and Fluttershy makes a motion for me to stop talking. "What? You know Im right." Before I can make another snarky comment. Someone pushes me into a wall. Sunset shimmer. "Listen here, Just because you came back doesn't mean you can make everyone think that your gonna be the hero of Canterlot okay? You don't run here, I do. Stay in your place, Y/n." I blushed. Fuck, was she always this attractive?
My eyes widened and everyone was staring. Everyone was waiting for me to cower before her but I looked in her cyan eyes and laughed. "Oh, my sweet dear Sunset shimmer," I started. Everyone was shocked. I heard whispers of 'theres no way she's still going'. Nonetheless, I pulled her by her Jacket to make her ear closer to my face. "You forgot that Im the one person you can't control." I laughed and I pushed her off of me. "Just because you can get whatever you want, Isn't gonna stop me from doing whatever I want." I walk with Twilight and Fluttershy and leave Sunset and everyone else stunned.
"uh, Why is running against her such a bad idea anyway?" Twilight asked. I sighed. "Well, She'll make anyone who runs against her's life miserable..." I rolled my eyes. Hearing all about her makes me want to die. "So we have to convince everyone here to vote her Twilight... Instead of her?" I asked and fluttershy nodded. "The fuck is so great about her anyway? She's so bitchy to everyone..."
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"The person in charge of the Party Planning Committee is probably in here." I say right before Twilight gets covered In streamers. I cant help but laugh. This poor girl...
HOLD ON. Aint no way a whole clipboard fit in this girls hair. Actually It's believable. Curly hair advantages. Twilight takes the pen with her mouth. "uh-uh girl," I take the pen and garb her hand. "Like this..." Soon someone else comes in. I look at Twilight and she looks back at me. So were not losing our minds... So, Pinkie pie and Apple Jack go here... wonderful. I wonder if the rest do too... So Pinkie doesnt Like Fluttershy and Apple Jack doesn't Like Rainbow Dash... Good lord...
We look at the entrance and I sigh. "THIS LOOKS TERRIBLE." Sunset shimmer shouts. This time she has two boys behind her. "There should be more streamers near the stage and fewer balloons!" She pops two of them. If only i could pop her sku- "Y/n!!" Twilight shouts as she grabs the broken glass from my hand. Shit.. 
"Fizzy apple cider?! This my coronation, not a hoedown." She insulted. I glared at her and rolled my eyes. Apple jack says a remark. "You country folk really aren't that bright. Thats why everyone says such horrible things about you." She laughs. "You wanna hear what people say about you?" I started and Twilight grabs my arm. "You dont need to pick a fight with her everywhere you go, Y/n." I guess she has a point... We walk out and She continues her little rant. 
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"Im looking forward to meeting new competition my ass. This girl is literally a nut job when things dont go her way." I rolled my eyes while walking with Twilight. "Though, She is kinda hot..." I smirked and shake my head. "What?" Twilight asked. "Nothing. I said She's kinda hot-headed. Yeah, yeah thats what i said." I smiled awkwardly and she rolled her eyes. Now this is why i didnt wanna come back here.
We enter a spooky hallway and we hear her annoying voice again. I wanna punch her in her stupid. ugly. beautiful. sexy... Okay.. im getting off topic. I promise im not that down bad leave me be. 
"Im surprised I didnt recognize you earlier. Of course Celesita sent her prized pupil and My Toy after my crown." Her toy?! "It isn't your crown Sunset Shitter. You have no sense of respect and Im not your toy!" I shout at her. "whatever. Im shocked your the best thing she could do after I left Equestria. You wanna be a princess? Please. You dont know the first thing about fitting in." She said as she walked away. I really really wanna punch her.
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Good lord. Why is everyone laughing at Twilight. Were pulled inside a classroom and.. Rarity? Well, she's trying to give Twilight a disguise for the laughing i guess... Im swear when I see Sunset Shimmer Im gonna kill her.
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Tolerate it. (Luke Hughes)
based off the song tolerate it by Taylor Swift.
CW: reader is younger (18)
((( background: Luke and i had met when he first moved to jersey i ran into him at the grocery store... long story short that day started the worst relationship of my life.)))
I woke up to the worst nightmare i have ever had i took one look at luke and it made me relax waking up in the middle of the night and watching luke breathing with his eyes closed always helped me feel better, not many had known about our relationship luke has always told me that people might find it weird that were dating because im so much younger than him but i never cared about our age gape i know luke loves me. He's older than me so he knows more i wont tell anyone about our relationship plus he tells me the fans will hate on us.
((the next morning))
" good morning babe" i say to luke as im cooking egg's he doesn't respond just walks past me. "how was your sleep" i ask, once again no response...
" i gotta go do practice babe, do you mind cleaning up while im gone this place is in a mess" he says "yeah of course i can, have a good practice" "yeah ok" after luke leaves i spend hours cleaning the apartment just so i can please him. i was so excited for today because it was our 1 year anniversary, but he doesn't seem to care too much...
((6:00pm))
I started on dinner, i made luke favorite chicken pasta i used the fancy plates too.
By the time luke gets home it was about 6:30 i stand by the door waiting him " mm babe you made my favorite, but why did you use the fancy plates you know we only use those for special occasions" "luke you're joking right" i say, no way he forgot our anniversary "joking about what?" he responds "luke you forgot about our anniversary" i say in disbelief tears threaten to fall from my waterline "what no babe our anniversary is next month you've got it wrong somehow" " no i don't have it wrong, its today" i say "ok y/n chill no need to get upset just sit down and eat the food, our anniversary is next month,do you really think i would forget something so important" "you're right luke, so how was practice you came home quite late where were you?" “At practice?” He answered with an annoyed questioning tone “practice ran that late?” “YES Y/N PRACTICE RAN THAT LATE” he yells “ok” I respond quietly
After dinner
I was lying in bed while Luke was in the bathroom when I saw a text notification on his phone
From: Ava
Had a great time today ;)
As soon as I read that text my heart dropped
I heard Luke walk out of the bathroom and into his room I quickly throw down his phone with tears spilling out of my eyes. “Woah what’s wrong baby” Luke says with a look of fake concern on his face, “ YOU CHEATER” I yelled through tears. “IVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU LUKE, I COOK FOR YOU, I CLEAN FOR YOU, AND YOU JUST TOLERATE IT” I fully start to cry “y/n what are you talking about, are you ok?” While he’s talking I put on his shoes and head to the front door. “No luke I’m not ok, every time I point out something wrong in our relationship you call me crazy, or say it’s all in my head but it’s not, I knew you were cheating on me” “baby no I’m not cheating on you, what would make you think that?” Luke responds “really Luke if you’re not cheating on me than who is Ava” as soon as I said her name Luke stops and stares at me, he knows he guilty, he knows I’ve caught him. “I’m done Luke” I sigh and open his apartment door to leave.
A/n: this is lowkey bad sry it’s been awhile since I’ve wrote something 😭
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definitelynotshouting · 3 months
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TJ OMFG. I FINALLY RECOVERED FROM SCAR WIN ONLY FOR YOU TO DROP *THAT*!! WTF
Holy fucking shit that win had me so ecstatic. Ive been wanting a Scar win for AGES. He deserves this so much man went absolutely insane
Also your fic. Beautiful but also *head in hands* them 🥺🥺 <33
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SCAR WIN MAKE ME LOSE CONTROL ITS LIKE THE MF POSSESSED ME
Okay the funniest thing abt the fic i wrote this morning is that i legit dreamed it before ever seeing Scar won. I was dozing and trying to get some more sleep and the scene where Grian says "I've hurt you a lot, Scar" and Scar replies "I know" just sprung fully formed in my brain like fuckign. Athena, good gods. Woke up like "fuck man i gotta jot this down" AND I HAD BEEN TAGGED IN SCAR WIN......... if i had a FUCKING NICKEL.
Im so happy rn fr like i just cant even process it and all the art is GOLD ohhghhb im so excited Scar win my beloved my cinnamon apple, i cherish this forever theres something so crazy bittersweet about him finally joining the ranks
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raccoonhearteyes · 1 year
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Part I  | Part II  | Part III | Part IV  | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV
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Epilogue 
March 11th, 2019
“So you’re the girl Clarke has been hiding all these months. It’s great to finally meet you!” Octavia sweeps Lexa into a hug, welcoming her into their home. 
It’s not the first time they’ve met. They’ve actually met several times since Clarke came knocking on her door back in January. But each time, Octavia forgets. Each time, she’s greeted anew. 
Clarke squeezes her thigh under the table, a soft apology for the repetition. They haven’t quite navigated how they’ll deal with this as more and more time passes. Not meeting the new girlfriend when it’s only been a handful of months is reasonable. What happens when it’s years? A decade?
June 12th, 2020
Clarke has a second exhibit of Lexa portraits. 
Lexa grabs a glass from a nearby tray, and sits back to watch her girlfriend work. She loves watching Clarke talk about a piece, the way her eyes light up, the way she moves her hands to show what she was talking about. 
She watches the one person who remembers her listen to and answer questions from some buyer on the other side of the gallery. She looks good, all business focused. This is the same girl who sprinkles cinnamon in her tea, koalas around a warm body in bed, paints Lexa and only Lexa. She’s suddenly struck by just how much she loves this girl. How much happier she has been since watching her stuff appetizers into her purse at some event two years ago. 
By the time Lexa makes it to Clarke, the evening is winding down. 
“How did you like it?” 
“Looking at a room full of my own nudes? It’s a real ego boost,” Lexa jokes, “But seriously. I love it. Even better than the last one. I’m so proud of you, Clarke.”
“Is it weird for you? Coming in on my arm and having no one remember meeting you before?” 
“It is, but I like seeing you work. I like being able to come support you. It’s worth it.” She brushes a lock of hair behind Clarke’s ear and kisses her cheek. 
They’re walking home in the dark, fingers tangled, still buzzing from the excitement of the evening, when a shadow appears from an alleyway. They both think they’re about to be mugged, before they realize they recognize the shadowy figure. 
Lexa steps protectively in front of Clarke.
“You shouldn’t be able to do this,” he sneers, “Your art was mine in our deal.”
“I asked for her in every capacity. That included my art, apparently,” Clarke flaunts, “Careful with your wording next time, dearie,” she parrots the words he used against Lexa so many times back to him.
His eyes glow red again, fuming with anger. He steps closer to Lexa, staring her down, then snaps his fingers, and disappears. 
They both check themselves over again to make sure they’re not hurt. He’s just as bound to his contracts as they are, but he did something, they’re just not sure what. 
Later that evening, Lexa finds her first gray hair, and smiles. He restarted her aging. He’s going to be so angry when he realizes that makes things easier for her.
October 8th, 2020
Clarke has a ring box in her sock drawer. She’s had it for months, but she cannot fathom leaving it there any longer or she’s going to explode. Sometimes she looks at Lexa and her heart feels like it is about to pound out of her chest. She thought you were supposed to grow out of that after dating for so long. Apparently not. 
Being in love used to mystify her. She used to worry about the other shoe dropping. Too afraid to give someone else so much of her heart and trust them not to break it. But she looks at Lexa and all of those worries disappear. She looks at Lexa and sees the woman she’ll grow old with. The fact that that doesn’t terrify her terrifies her. 
She probably should have hidden it somewhere less cliche. She doesn’t even think about it when she tells Lexa to grab a pair of her fuzzy socks from her drawer when she complains of chilly feet. 
When Lexa emerges from the bedroom clutching that not-so-well-hidden box moments later, Clarke’s brain kicks into overdrive. 
“Clarke, what’s this?” Lexa asks.
“Shit, you weren’t supposed to find it like this,” Clarke decides now is as good a time as any. She really should have rehearsed this, written something down maybe. She scrambles to take the box from Lexa’s hands, “Lexa, I have loved you since before I could remember. Literally. We met dozens of times, and each time was new, and each time I fell for you. Even though I couldn’t remember you, I had this gut feeling, this wrenching feeling that I was missing something because I was. I was missing you. You complete me. You make me a better artist. A better person, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” 
If comes out as a jumble of words, all tripping out of Clarke’s mouth at once, but she bends down on one knee, looks up earnestly at Lexa, and opens the box. 
Lexa’s eyes look watery, and then she says the last thing Clarke expected, “Clarke, I can’t,” and Clarke feels like all of the air was sucked out of her lungs. Oh god. Has she misread this the whole time? Clarke stumbles and she snaps the box closed and moves to stand, when Lexa’s words seem to catch up to her own brain. 
“Wait, that didn’t come out right. I would love to, but I can’t.” 
Clarke’s lip wobbles, “That really doesn’t sound any different.” 
“Clarke, my name can’t be on a marriage license. You literally can’t marry me. Your friends and family don’t remember meeting me. How would that even work?”
“It’s not for them. Or the state. It’s for me. And you. It’s for us. Of course I know your name can’t go on a license. I know I reintroduce people to you regularly. The point is that I love you, and I want to be able to call you my wife, even if we do a ceremony of just us in our pajamas at home.” 
“Oh,” Lexa softens, she blushes a beet red and shuffles a bit in her borrowed fuzzy socks, “Is it too late to change my answer then?” 
Clarke slips the ring out of the box and places it on Lexa’s finger. Her eyes are misty and her smile is so bright she can’t help but taste it, but not before whispering, “so stupid” in the space between them first. 
They wear dresses and buy rings and a cake the next month. Saying vows in front of Clarke’s childhood stuffed animal that sits on the shelf in the living room.
September 5th, 2034
By Clarke’s fourth show, she’s earned herself quite the reputation. She’s famous for her portraits, all of the same woman. Only of this same woman. Art critics call her Clarke’s “Secret Muse.” They write essays about how no one has ever met her. There’s speculation of if she’s real or just a figment of Clarke’s creativity. 
“Listen to this one,” Lexa calls from the couch, "As I stand under the largest piece of Ms. Griffin's latest tantalizing exhibition, aptly named, Stranger in Plain Sight, it is hard not to feel as though I should know this woman beyond the void of mere charcoal and bristle. Beyond the beauty and whimsy of such an elusive muse; an ethereal kind of elegance painted in what can only be described as liminal glimpses into her soul. Each canvas serves as a piece of the greater puzzle, an obscure abstraction dangling on Ms. Griffin's ever elusive string, one that makes this particular viewer yearn for the surely sublime knowledge of even knowing this subject's name," Lexa reads with a snort while sitting in a ripped pair of boxers and a T-shirt with a coffee stain. "But, dear reader, I can say with confidence such a void remains between artist and ardent viewer. Where Ms. Griffin has seemingly left no stone unturned with her muse, alas, we woeful patrons are condemned to collect her only in brushstrokes, and the most verdant hues of green."
Clarke giggles from the kitchen table, “It’ll never get old that you have met half of these people and they’re still completely unaware. You shook her hand last year at the Met for god’s sake!” 
“They haven’t made deals with the devil, don’t judge them!” Lexa sassing back. 
There are rumors about why Clarke wears a wedding ring. If the mystery spouse has been the muse all along. Interviewers frequently ask why they aren’t present, and Clarke just answers with a knowing smirk, usually with Lexa on her arm, or at the very least making eye-contact with her across the room.
The mystery adds to the value. 
May 5th 2088 
By the time they’re old and gray, there are hundreds of portraits of Lexa. Her life is captured in glimpses and pieces on canvas. It is the only mark she is able to leave in the world. Lexa feels like every bit of her soul has truly been seen by the world, whether they know it or not. Clarke leaves a big enough mark on the world for both of them.  
In her old age, Clarke begins to forget things. She’ll forget where she is, if she’s taken her pills, the directions to the drugstore. But she never forgets Lexa. Sometimes she’s confused in time, lost back somewhere in her twenties when she sees a painting of Lexa done in their youth.
“That’s my wife, you know,” Clarke says. 
Lexa answers with a fond smile, “Yes, love, I know.” She kisses a wrinkled hand. 
When Clarke passes at 88 years old, Lexa knows for certain that Clarke was the best part of her life, and with her mark in the world irrevocably there, she lets the darkness take her soul. 
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Chapter 2 "Ive been watching you for ages..."
pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader content: alcohol consumption, use of Y/n. a/n: oh gosh guys im so sorry this took SOOO LONG!! I have not had any motivation but i was determined to get this out! part 3 will not take as long!! Added a tag for all my works: #victoriassecrets!!
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Endless scrolling turned into you following asleep. When you woke up, you found a pool of spit under your chin and your phone was dead. Rolling your eyes, you sat up stretching your arms before plugging your phone in and wiping your face. Today you had planned to get breakfast with Carolina today, to debrief from the past few days. It had caught you by surprise how much your co-star had been on your mind- an unhealthy amount you should say…
Hopefully this date would help clear your mind and focus on the actual movie and not Adam Driver. 
You arrived at the coffee shop shortly before Carolina did so you found a table by the window. When she arrived: she lit up instantly when her eyes met yours. “Hey girl!!!!” She let out a squeal of excitement as she frolicked over. Standing up, you embraced her in your arms. “Oh em gosh we have so much to talk about!!” Of course, Carolina couldn't wait to start talking. Sitting back down, you took a sip of hot coffee before speaking “So i want to discuss how JJ is planning on building and establishing me and- Sorry- Taylor and Johns (you and Adams characters) relationship”
“He wants you and Adam to get to know each other from the other side of the camera so that way we have something to build off of before we start filming.”  This caught you by surprise.In the past, no directors had asked you to have an actual connection that isn't just acting.
“We have 7 weeks till filming starts and I've already scheduled you and Adam a reservation at the restaurant down the road for tonight- lets get ahead yeah?” Dinner. Tonight. With Adam. It was hard to imagine what this could possibly mean. “So it's a date basically?”
“Oh gosh no silly!” She laughed, shaking her head. “Just think about it as a…” she paused. “Yeah it's basically a date.”
Oh Carolina, why would you do this to me!!
“No the red! No wait- the blue! wait - yes the red! Wait..” Holding up the two dresses and making Carolina pick was impossible. She was your hype woman and you looked good and anything but gosh this woman could not pick to save her life. “Girl, just pick! I'm going with the red-” before you could finish Adams manager walked in-”The cab will be here in an hour” she left quickly after dropping the news. Lovely, now I'm being rushed. 
“Ok pick a dress and i’ll get someone her to fix your hair and makeup-”
“No- I got this. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Carolina smiled, looking up from her phone and going over to hug you. “First impressions are everything” she whispered in your ear. All you could do was laugh.
Dress? Red(or blue?) No yeah red…
Hair? Down! No up!! Wait… Down!!
Makeup? Uhhhhhh…
“Ms. Y/L/N! The cab is here!!”
Crap! You quickly grabbed your purse and ran downstairs while still trying to put shoes on. After who knows how long, you finally got your shoes on and was greeted by Adam. 
“Evening.” He said, holding out his arm.
“Good evening.” You joyfully intertwined your arm around his elbow, letting him guide you into the cab. 
The flash of the cameras was bleeding. Being an actor in Hollywood meant stalkers, love letters, cat calls, and of course- paparazzis. Security did their best to quickly get you too into the car with little to no time for the cameras to catch a glance of you and your co-star. As soon as you entered the car- a woman- around the age of 20, started pounding at the window of the car. “Adam! You are so hot! Have my ba-” the car sped off before the woman had a chance to finish. You glazed over at Adam but he didn't seem fazed at all. Was he used to this? The ride was quiet. All that could be heard was the rolling on the car on the roads of LA and the faint playing of the radio. Before you could be relieved of the stress of this event, you stupidly went on instagram and your DM’s were full of pictures that the paparazzis had taken just minutes ago. The pictures were not as clear as expected considering you basically ran to the car. You could just faintly make out the scene of Adams' arm around yours. 
Once you arrived at the restaurant, the door swung open and a doorman held out his hand to you. You hesitantly grabbed it. Making sure your dress didn't get caught in the car door- you exited the vehicle and was once again escored beside Adam and security. Little to no paparazzis were around but somehow, many civilians knew you two were expected. Some profanities and obscure things were shouted but you too paid no attention to them. The restaurant lights were wildly contrasted with the dark outside. Adjusting to the lighting, you walked over to a table that was draped with a white cloth along with two wine glasses, silver wear, and a candle. Adam pulled out the seat, gesturing to you to sit down. Embarrassed, you smiled and whispered ‘thank you’ under your breath. Adam sat down across from you.
“So-” Adam began to speak, his brown eyes looked so whimsical in the lighting. Before speaking again, he cleared his voice. “Where are the menus?” He chuckled, looking around the restaurant. At Least he was trying to make this not awkward as possible.
“I was just thinking that! Have you ever been here before?” You scanned the room, it was quite empty- well entirely empty.
“No, you?” You shook your head. Right as you were going to say something, your waiter walked over, pen and paper in hand. “Apologies for the wait- what can I start you off to drink?” You both ordered a glass of red wine to start and shortly after receiving menus- ordered entries. Taking a sip of your drink, Adam asked “Thoughts on the film so far? Well, the script that is.” He brushed his hair back, still making eye contact with you. You couldn't believe you were having dinner with Adam Driver. He was so beautiful and there was something about him that wouldn't allow you to look away.
“I like it! Also- apologies for Carlonia setting this whole ‘date’ thing up- she can be really extra sometimes' ' putting date in quotes excentauted how awkward this dinner was. You hoped he would just laugh it off but- oh no.
“Carolina?” he laughed, shaking his head while looking down, “No, this wasn't JJs or Carolinas idea. It was mine.”
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