#Christ maybe I’ll just start dressing like the guy from the you know I had to do it to him meme
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ok so given that the oscars just happened, imagine a joel x actress!reader. before everything went to shit joel was a normal human being who loved watching movies and like any basic person had a celebrity crush. fast forward and the world has gone to shit and joel and ellie (and maybe tommy too) go on a patrol that goes wrong and get saved by miss “i just smashed a guys head in with my oscar” or something like that, just a fluff and fun imagine that isnt gonna break my heart in a million pieces like last nights episode
oh my god, your mindddddd - I love this idea :)
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Joel Miller x actress!reader
Joel Miller masterlist
Joel recognizes her right away. After all, she starred in his favorite movie of all time.
warnings | 18+ a little angst, nothing wild, this is fluff through and through
Read part two!
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“Are you–”
“I am.”
“You were in–”
“I was.”
“Well I’ll be damned.”
“Alright, somebody better start speaking in full sentences, because I have no clue what the hell is going on.” Joel huffs, glancing at Ellie who's looking at him like he’s gone crazy, her gun still cocked at the woman in front of them.
“What? You don’t recognize her, kid? I just showed you Curtis and Viper.” Ellie’s brow furrows, but then she looks back at the woman and her eyes finally widen in recognition.
“Holy shit.” The woman laughs, eyes still focused on the barrel of Ellie’s gun.
“That’s not usually the movie people recognize me from. But I suppose it was my big break.” Joel nudges Ellie, muttering for her to put her “damn gun away, jesus christ,” and she quickly tucks it back in her belt.
He’s trying to not be weird right now, they did just kill five clickers together, but he’s finding it hard not to lose his cool over the woman who had been a silly crush of his since he first saw that cheap action movie as a teenager. He knows she did much better films afterward, remembers hovering behind the couch one night while Sarah was watching one of those awards shows, lingering just a bit longer when he saw her giving an acceptance speech with a blinding smile in a dress that probably cost more than his house. She’s certainly less elegant-looking now, but even after twenty years in a world like this, he can’t help the quick kick of his heart at actually meeting this woman in the flesh.
He clears his throat, also trying to clear his mind.
“Are you alone?” She sighs, wiping the blade of her knife on her jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.
“I wasn’t, and then I was. We were headed toward a settlement we heard about, I think a bit further north from here?” Joel keeps his expression steady, but can feel Ellie glancing at him. Movie star or not, he knows they have to be careful about who finds out about Jackson. But apparently, this woman isn’t just pretty, and she seems to pick up on the heavy pause after what she said.
“Do you two know about the place I’m talking about? Are we close?” Joel, sighs, looking at Ellie before making a decision that Tommy is probably going to smack him for later.
“We, um– we’re from there, actually. If you’re talking about where I think you’re talking about.” She huffs out a laugh, and offers them that megawatt smile Joel remembers seeing on his TV screen. Ellie, meanwhile, scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at Joel.
“No shit. Do you think you have room for one more?” Joel’s eyes dart once more to Ellie, just seeing the subtle shake of her head, but he chooses to ignore it. How could he say no to the woman who had, embarrassingly, been one of his first wet dreams?
“You’ll have to talk with my brother, but I’m sure you’ll be welcome to stay on.” Megawatt, megawatt, megawatt. He reckons that smile could melt steel beams.
…
“Joel, what the fuck–”
“Ellie–”
“No, what are you thinking? If not Tommy, Maria’s gonna be so pissed she’ll probably cut your balls off.” He shushes the girl, glancing ahead at the woman hiking further in front of them.
“Look, she’s all alone– hardly a threat– and she’s looking for somewhere to stay–” She scoffs.
“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the way your eyeballs practically popped out of your head just looking at her?” He grumbles, hand tightening around the strap of his rifle.
“You just mind your own business, alright? I’ll take care of it.” Ellie huffs, starting to trudge further ahead of him, but not before muttering out “whatever you say, fanboy.” Joel is stunned still by her words.
“Where the hell did you get that word from?” She turns on her heel, walking backwards for a beat as she smirks at him.
“One of those old magazines. Pretty sure she was on the front page if you wanna borrow it.” Before he can get a word in edgewise, she’s already turning back around and continuing their hike back to Jackson.
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“Holy shit. Joel, look who it is!” Joel grunts, nudging Tommy out of his starstruck stupor.
“Yeah, I know. Just hiked five miles with her.” Tommy laughs, slapping him on the back before grinning at her.
“It’s real nice to meet you. You know, Joel here had your poster on his bedroom wall–” The nudge he gives his brother this time is a little less friendly, causing Tommy to grumble and rub his arm. She, however, takes it in stride, laughing lightly as she shifts in her boots.
“I’m flattered, really. It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you, Tommy.” Tommy’s eyes go wide.
“I can’t believe you just said my name. This is crazy–”
“Tommy.” Joel cuts his brother off with a hard look before he embarrasses himself anymore. He clears his throat, seeming to get a hold of himself as Joel continues.
“She had been traveling with a group, looking for this place. She’s the only one left though. Was hoping to join the town.” Tommy grins again, glancing between her and Joel.
“Well, I’m sure we can make that happen. I think Joel would kill me if I didn’t let–” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder hard, willing him to shut his mouth.
“That little house next to ours is still empty. Why don’t we set her up there?” Tommy’s smile at his brother’s words is all too smug for Joel’s taste, but he still nods, turning his attention back to her.
“If that’s alright with you, ma’am. I’ll let the folks know to turn the gas and electric back on for that place.” She smiles brightly at that.
“That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I owe you all big time.” Tommy snorts.
“I’m pretty sure you can pay Joel back with an autograph, he’d probably cre—“ Joel’s heard enough, resorting to kicking Tommy in the ankle to shut him up. Ellie huffs from where she’s watching their pathetic display.
“Alright, well if you two freaks are done making fools of yourselves, I’ll show her over to that house.”
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When Joel gets home, the first thing he does is look at that DVD. He had found it a week or two ago on a patrol shift, left in a hollowed-out RV. Ellie was less than impressed and Maria refused to show it at movie night because it’s so gory, but he held onto it anyways. He can still remember going to see it in the theater with Tommy, both of them too young to get in if not for their friend working the ticket booth. He flips the case over in his hands, and sure enough, there she is on the back cover, looking impossibly beautiful while firing a machine gun. What’s not to like, right?
He’s broken out of his revelry by the sound of the front door opening, and soon enough, Ellie is stomping up the stairs to come looking for him. When she finds him in his bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed, she glances at the DVD he’s holding, a grin spreading over her face.
“Just like you remember, huh, old man?” He grumbles, getting up to set the movie back on the bookshelf before turning back to Ellie.
“She settling in alright?” She hums, nodding lightly.
“Yep, made a beeline for a shower. Told me to thank you. I told her you’d be coming around for your autograph later.” His face crumples in indignation while Ellie lets out a cackle.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, I think she’s interested– in you– which pains me to even say, but, I figure you deserve to know that the woman of your pubescent dreams was asking questions about you.” Joel’s jaw goes slack, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
“She– she was asking about me?” Ellie nods around a smirk.
“Mmhmm. And I told her you’re a grumpy old bum who doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” He huffs, but she laughs again.
“Sorry, kidding again. I didn’t tell her much. Just that you’ll be around. But if I were you, I’d “be around” sooner rather than later, before the rest of Jackson gets a piece of her. Snatch her up before there’s sweeter bait to bite down on, you know?” He thinks briefly that he needs to see just what sort of magazines this kid is reading, because he can’t quite believe what’s coming out of her mouth. He grumbles, shaking his head at her antics.
“There ain’t gonna be any snatching going on. Just mind your–” She huffs, already walking out of his room.
“Mind my business, yeah, yeah, I know. But think about what I said, old man. Better cast your line quick for this one. My guess is you weren’t the only one who had her poster in your bedroom back before.”
He’s not letting that kid read magazines anymore.
…
When he steps out on his porch later in the afternoon, fully intent on what Ellie has affectionately started calling his “adult nap time,” he’s interrupted by someone calling his name. He catches sight of her sitting on the porch of the little house next door, waving and smiling at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Hey, neighbor.” He tentatively waves back, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy her as she motions for him to join her. He sighs, rather stiffly walking over to her porch and joining her on the bench seat, keeping a very respectable distance between them. Clickers, raiders, general imminent danger, he can handle. Pretty lady? That’s touchy. Pretty lady who he imagined marrying as a teenager? Just put him out of his misery already. He knows it’s ridiculous, that none of that matters now. She’s just as worn and weathered as the rest of them by this crumbled world. But that smile she keeps flashing him might just bring him to his knees.
“I wanted to thank you– for bringing me along. I was, uh, starting to lose hope back there a little bit.” He nods, glancing at her.
“No need for thanks. Just the right thing to do in this world. I’m sorry– about your group. I don’t know what happened, but that couldn’t have been easy being out there on your own.” She shrugs, waving off his sentiment.
“It was barely a group to begin with. Just some folks who happened to get out of the San Francisco QZ together.” His brain is quickly trying to knit together the movie star he remembers from the past and this woman who sits before him now, an obvious edge to her.
“Were you in California? Back when everything…” She nods, her face set in a grim look.
“LA, where else? Now that was a nightmare. I bet the only worse place to be when everything went down was New York. Bodies everywhere. Don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” She lets out a humorless laugh before glancing at him.
“That movie you like so much? I remember when I got the role, I had no idea how I was gonna pull it off. Grizzled heroine with a dark past and a penchant for violence. I was nothing like her. But now, I feel a whole lot more like her and a whole lot less like me.” She sighs, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I dumped that on you.” Joel is quick to shake his head, leaning over his thighs to catch her gaze.
“No, no. I get it– in my own way, I guess. The world changed and– we had to change with it.” That coaxes a crooked smile out of her as she looks at him. A simple silence descends between them as they share quiet smiles. She finally giggles, scrunching her nose at him.
“That girl– Ellie? I think she said something about you wanting an autograph?” Joel can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck as his face goes slack. She just splits out in a laugh, tipping her head back in delight.
“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. But, you know, what I went by, what people still call me, that isn’t my real name.” Joel’s eyebrows quirk up and she sighs, shaking her head.
“Just a stage name. I don’t really mind people calling me that, but can I tell you my real name?” He can feel the smile tugging at his mouth as he nods. Before he knows what she’s doing, she’s taking his hand into her lap, slowly tracing out her name with her finger across his palm. An autograph, of sorts. He’s pretty sure his brain short-circuits, just barely stringing together her name as she finishes. He murmurs it lowly and she offers him her brightest smile yet, still holding his hand lightly in her own.
“And you’re Joel, right?” He’s only a little embarrassed by how quickly he nods.
“Mmhmm. Miller– Joel Miller, yep.” She lets out a breathy laugh, now clasping his hand in a firm shake.
“It’s nice to really meet you, Joel Miller.”
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Jealousy (Chris)
Request: y/n’s been flirting with dudes at a party and chris likes her so gets really possessive and spanks her when she says she loves his big hands on her body and she makes a mess all over his thigh + just a full fic of chris fucking reader doggy style (like i just know that man LOVES doggy) —> or maybe even like times where chris fucked u doggy like the one time u guys did it in front of a mirror, the one time he bend u over the couch etc
Warnings: spanking, doggy style, jealous Chris, slight angst, fighting, daddy kink
Chris’ pov
I really had no right to be jealous, it’s not like Y/n is my girlfriend, she’s my best friend. My kind, beautiful, funny, sexy, and single best friend. Plus it’s a party, all the single people were dancing and grinding on each other, overall having a great time. Well, everyone but me. I stood there in the corner, tightly gripping onto my near-empty Pepsi can as I watched her from across the room. Swaying her hips to the song with some random guy behind her, he was staring at her curves that her dress perfectly showed. I couldn’t take it anymore, I hate seeing her with other guys, especially ones we don’t know. I abandoned my now empty Pepsi can and made my way onto the dance floor to get Y/n. I was going to take her home since were only a few blocks away from her house, we needed to talk. As I approached her and the guy, I noticed his hands were now on her hips, trying to pull her back against him and I got even more angry.
Y/n’s pov
I was at a random influencers house party that was only a couple blocks away from my house just hanging out and dancing when some guy asked if I’d dance with him. He was honestly pretty cute so I obviously said yes, even as the songs got more sexual. I felt his hands on my hips and I was going to start grinding on him because a girls gotta have some fun, but before I could, I felt him get pushed off of me. I turned around to be face-to-face with my best friend. “Chris! What the fuck are you doing!?” I yelled at him over the music. I watched as the guy, whose name I didn’t catch, stumbled back towards Chris, looking ready to fight. He was definitely drunk, but me and Chris were completely sober as we don’t drink or smoke. Instead of causing a scene, Chris just grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the door. He was walking incredibly fast and I could barely keep up with him due to my heels. “Chris, slow down! Where are we going!?” I yelled at him once again, completely unaware of what was happening.
“Shut up we’re going home! C’mon, it’s cold out here you’re going to get sick” he said pulling me faster until I yanked my arm away and stopped. “What the fuck is your problem Chris!? I was having a good time in there!” I yelled again, getting frustrated. “Would you stop fucking yelling! Jesus Christ, let’s go!” he slightly raised his voice, getting irritated. “Not until you tell me what’s going on!” I said sternly. We were only about a block and a half away from my house at this point but I still wanted to know why he pulled me away from the party and why he was so angry. “I’ll tell you when we get to your house! Now are you going to walk like a fucking adult or do I need to carry you?” he asked in a condescending tone, making me feel small. “Fuck you Christopher! Don’t fucking talk to me you asshole!” I yelled, harshly shoving him. After that, I just started walking as fast as I could towards my house, trying not to cry.
I don’t know what’s going on or why he’s acting like this but I don’t like it, this isn’t my Chris. I could hear his footsteps getting increasingly louder from behind me as he ran to catch up with me while I held onto myself, trying to keep warm in the crisp night air. I could hear Chris’ heavy breathing and footsteps right behind me now, as he stood there processing what happened after I shoved him. “Y/n! Y/n, wait! I’m sorry, I’m an asshole, I know! Just let me explain!” he tried pleading with me. We got to my door and I put the code in to unlock it, standing in the doorway and looking at him furiously. “Explain what!? That you’re fucking possessive and can never let me have fucking fun if it involves another guy!? Just fuck off Chris, go home, I’m done with you!” I screamed, letting my anger get the best of me as I slammed the door in his face. I took off my shoes and sat on the couch before I started crying. Thank god I was only really wearing waterproof mascara and some powder on my face, otherwise I’d look like a wreck.
Chris’ pov
I fucked up… I knew that the second she pushed me, I had gone too far. I can’t help it, when it comes to her, I lose the ability to communicate my emotions and just fuck everything up. I just wanted to explain where I was coming from but she slammed the door in my face. She slammed it so hard that her neighbor, an older, gay gentleman in his late 40s, came out to make sure everything was okay. “Christopher? What happened, is Y/n okay?” he asked, relieved to see me outside the door and not some random creep. “I fucked up Rick, I fucked up so bad and I think I might’ve just lost my best friend” I told him before explaining everything that happened. He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled a bit, “Sounds like you’re in love kid. I want you to go in there and make things right, go tell her why you did what you did, and express your feelings. If I know Y/n, she’s in there scared to death of losing you, she loves you more than you know. Go fix the shit you fucked up” he told me.
I was a bit confused as to what he meant by the second to last sentence, but I thanked him anyways. “Thanks Rick, hopefully I can fix this” I said while shaking his hand. “You got this, good luck kid” he replied as he walked back inside. I took a deep breath before putting the code in and opening the door. I immediately felt like shit as Y/n was crying on FaceTime with Madi, who didn’t go to the party. “Y/n/n…” I tried slowly, Madi heard me and said “I’m gonna hang up now, just hear him out and remember what I told you.“ before yelling “You better fucking fix this Chris!” through the phone. Y/n let out a shaky breath, looking at me with tear filled eyes. I move to sit on the couch with her, keeping my distance. “Before you say anything, let me explain. You’re right, I am possessive over you and I don’t like seeing you with other guys, but it’s because I’m fucking in love with you…” I looked up to see no emotion on her face so I let out a shaky breath and continued.
“I fucked up, I know that. I’m not very good at expressing my emotions when I’m jealous, I just know I don’t want you to be with another guy. I-I want you to be with me. It’s stupid, I get it, and I should’ve just talked to you instead of dragging you down the street. I’m really, really sorry. And I’m sorry I’m in love with you” I explained, knowing I probably sound fucking pathetic. I didn’t dare look up at her, scared of rejection and/or causing her more pain. I did, however, look up at her when I heard her quietly say, “I’m not” “What?” I asked confused. She scooted closer to me, “I’m not sorry that you’re in love with me, because it makes it a lot easier to do this” she said before she cupped both sides of my face and kissed me, hard. She kissed me until we were out of breath and forced to pull away. The next thing that came out of her mouth shocked me and sent a shiver down my spine. “I deserve a punishment for not hearing you out and purposely making you jealous, don’t ya think?” she asked seductively, her innocent big y/e/c eyes looking up at me. “W-What?” I asked, wanting to make sure I heard her right, “I think I’ve been bad and deserve to be punished” she teased.
Y/n’s pov
I don’t know why I said what I did, but I was horny and frustrated so it just came out. I looked Chris up and down as he bit his lip, watching his cock slowly grow hard in his pants. I could see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out if I was fucking with him or not. I was feeling a bit bold and loved the idea of Chris’ big, rough hands on my body, so I leaned it his ear. “Come spank me daddy, I’ve been a bad girl” I whispered before going upstairs to my room. Chris quickly followed behind me, pushing me up against the wall before I got the chance to get on my bed. His hand came up to wrap around my throat, “You’re a little slut aren’t you? Making me jealous on purpose and practically begging me to punish you, how pathetic!” he smirked. I let out a whine after he said that, just wanting to be touched already. “Go get undressed for me baby” he said in a softer tone, pulling away to discard his own shirt and pants.
I quickly got fully naked before shuffling over to Chris, who was sitting on the edge of my bed in his boxers. “So pretty” he muttered as he moved to sit against my headboard. “C’mon, lay across my lap for me” I did as he said and he moved me so my ass was over his lap. “H-How many am I getting daddy?” I asked nervously as Chris rubbed his hands over my ass. “I was gonna do 50, but you’re being a good girl so I’m gonna lower it to 30, and I want you to count. You’re getting 15 each cheek baby” he replied making me whine. Chris started off with soft slaps “One… two… three… four… f-five…” but they quickly grew harder, the sound of each slap getting louder as I felt myself getting wetter. Every time his hand would come in contact with my ass, it would jerk me forward a bit, causing my clit to rub across his hard cock. “nineteen… twe—nty… twenty o-one… tw-twenty two-o…” I managed to count through my moans, however, once I got to twenty-eight, I felt myself unintentionally cum.
I let out an extremely loud moan as I finished counting “t-thirty” I whispered out, my ass now sore and most definitely welted and red. Chris spread my legs a little, rubbing his fingers across my cum covered cunt. “I don’t remember saying you could cum baby” he said seriously, flipping me over so I was now laying with my back against the bed. Chris immediately hovered over me, “You didn’t even ask” he continued, “I didn’t mean to daddy, it was an accident. Never done that before” I squirmed as he stared down at me. “I believe you babe, but if you cum again without permission, daddy’s gonna have to punish you some more” he stated gruffly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so we could makeout, Chris quickly won dominance and started to suck on my tongue before softly biting my lip. I honestly didn’t know Chris would be THIS good of a kisser, he ran his tongue across the roof of my mouth. I shuddered and let out a moan as one hand came up to toy with my nipples, whining when he pulled away.
“Remember how you called me possessive earlier? Well I’m gonna be really possessive now and mark you up so everyone knows you belong to me” he growled before harshly biting hickies into my neck, running his tongue across and sucking on them afterwards. I knew these were going to be dark and would take at least a week to go away but I also really liked the thought of everyone seeing how marked up I was from my daddy. Chris pulled away to admire his work and when he did, I asked in a shy voice, “Can I give you some hickies to daddy? Don’t want other girls to look at you” I pouted a bit. Chris nodded and let me suck a few hickies into his neck as he started slowly pumping two fingers into me, quickly adding a third to stretch me out. Once he deemed me loose enough he pulled me away from his neck by my hair, sitting on his knees to take off his boxer. “I want you on your hands and knees, facing the mirror so you can watch yourself getting fucked like a slut” he ordered, I immediately obeyed, loving the thought of watching it through the mirror that was close to my bed.
I watched as Chris spit onto his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with my hole. “Ready to get fucked like a cheap whore?” he asked, slightly kneading my ass with one hand. “Please daddy, please fuck me!” I begged before he slammed his full length into me, giving me no time to adjust before he started pounding into me. Chris pulled my hair back so I could see myself being fucked, and it was pretty fucking hot. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open but it felt so good and I just couldn’t. “Keep your eyes open slut!” Chris growled, pulling my hair harder, making me whimper and whine from the pain. “C-Can’t! It feels too good, please!” I don’t even know what I was asking for, “Please what baby? You need to use your words for me to know what you want” he said softer. “Need to close my eyes, want my face shoved into the mattress” I pathetically moaned out, causing Chris to let go of my hair and push my head down, making my back arch more.
“You’re doing so good for me, I think your punishment should be over and I should just fuck my pretty girl, don’t you agree?” he asked while moaning. “Wanna be good girl, I’ll do whatever you tell me daddy!” I moaned out as I felt myself getting close, that moan was quickly replaced with a cry when Chris pulled out. “No! No daddy! Was so close!” I said as literal tears welled up in my eyes, but Chris just rolled me onto my back, causing me to wince as my ass hit the bed. “Hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I’m not done fucking you, I just wanted to see that pretty face” he said calmly, stroking my cheek to reassure me. Chris slid back in and went back to his fast pace, moving my legs to wrap around his waist before caging in my head with his arms. “Feel so good daddy! Like this way better, I can see your face” I whined which made Chris smile. “Yeah? Me too, I like seeing the pretty faces you make” he said, making me blush as my nails started to lightly scratch down his back as I got close again. “Can I please cum? You can cum in me!” I whimpered out as I was holding back my orgasm, Chris’ lips came down on mine in a long and deeply passionate kiss.
He only pulled away to speed up his thrusts, “Go ahead princess, cum on my cock, I’m not far behind” he groaned. With his permission, I came, moaning out his name as I did so, “Oh Chris! Shit, feels so good” I moaned loudly. “Fuck! My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth like that” he grunted, thrusting in a few more times before cumming inside of me. Chris pulled out but used his fingers to scoop up the cum dripping out of me and bringing them to my mouth. “Suck” he instructed me before grabbing his shirt and wiping off both his dick and my cunt, ridding them of any excess cum. Chris turned off the light while I pulled the blankets back and we crawled under them, I put my hand on Chris’ cheek and turned his face to capture his lips in a feverish kiss. I swear my heart melted a bit when I felt him smile into it before pulling away, “I love you so much, and I’m sorry I acted like a bitch” I said quietly. Chris kissed my forehead, “And I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I love you so much more by the way” he said back, “Cuddles?” I questioned sleepily as I rolled onto my side. “Cuddles” he laughed, doing the same and spooning me, holding me against him tightly as we drifted off to sleep.
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𝐎𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐩
pairings : steve rogers/ you (raven)
synopsis : steve was tired of you not following directions
warnings : praise kink, possesive behavior, petnames (cap, baby), fingering, p in v intercourse, raw dogging
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“We have to be sharp tomorrow, this can go many ways, Raven.” Steve, your mission partner said from the other side of your shared hotel room.
Steve and yourself were sent to recon a boat suspected of holding stolen Shield weapons. Much to your distaste it was an overnight mission.
You shook your head clenching your fists before digging in your bag and pulling out a shiny black dress. You had to admit it was scandalous but it's the only party attire in your small closet back at home.
“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Steve asked with a raised brow, taking a seat on the bed.
Moving towards the bathroom you cracked the door so he could still hear your voice, “There's a bar downstairs i'm gonna check it out.”
Steve tried to pry his glare off the door but he couldn't, “We have an early morning I'd suggest otherwise.”
You pulled the door open, stepping out in the new attire, slipping on some old black heels, “I'm only gonna have a few drinks, survey the area.” you snapped at his authoritative tone, “I'll be back in a few hours.” Without waiting for his reply you pushed the door open and left without another word.
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Sitting at the bar, one leg swung over the other you looked around at the other guests sitting at the bar and tables. Feeling a presence staring at you, you slowly moved your head to the side coming across a handsome man, “Why aren't you a darling thing.” he smiled, “Can I buy you a drink mam?” he drawled out in a southern accent.
Smirking, you rolled your chair to face his leaning figure, “That would be great. Gin martini.” you winked
Placing the order he sat down in the open seat next to you, “Now tell me what's a girl like you sitting here alone for? No boyfriends I gotta worry about, right?” he laughed.
You gave him a light smile, “Nope, just here on business. Thought id come and unwind a little.”
The man slowly leaned in, “I know some things other than alcohol that can help you relax.” he whispered his whisky breath fanning your face.
You winced, “I'm not really here for that.”
He pulled away, giving you a dirty look, “Then what the hell are you down here dressed like this for? Wanting to lead a guy on? Always the whores like you that-” a hand grabbed his shoulder in a tight grip.
“I suggest you don't finish that sentence.” Steve sneered in between clenched teeth, pulling the man from his chair, “Now what I want you to do is get out of here. Now.”
The man looked like he was going to say something but decided against it after seeing the size of Steve, he had no chance. Throwing cash onto the bar he shot you one last dirty glare before trucking out of the bar.
“Thank y-” you started but was quickly cut off.
“Get upstairs Raven.” he just said before walking back towards the exit. Slowly getting up you met him at the elevator moving inside the confined space
You turned towards him, “Why are you such a hard ass? I was trying to say thank you.”
Steve just shook his head gripping the bars of the elevator tighter, “Maybe if you listened when I told you not to go down there we could have avoided this. Now just shut up for christ sake.”
“Make me Steve,” you said warningly but before you knew it the emergency stop on the elevator was turning on as he caged you against the wall.
He grabbed your cheeks pushing them into one another while the other hand gripped your hip, “Wanna repeat that?”
You clenched your legs together at the desire brewing in the depths of your stomach, “I shad make meh.” you got out as best as possible between your squished cheeks. Steve met your lips in an angry kiss, moving his hands around to grab your ass, in a hard grip, “Am I your first kiss Stevie?” you teased out in a breathful whisper from between your lips.
He let out a dark chuckle, “No but you will be my last.” he smirked before pushing your dress to rest upon your hips, “No panties?” he asked in a raspy tone.
“Maybe I was hoping to get lucky," you joked before gasping out a moan as he used his finger to swirl around the wetness covering your cunt.
He dipped his middle finger into your entrance savoring the way you clenched around his thick finger, “All this for me baby?” he teased, adding a second finger.
All you could do was moan and try to ride his fingers but his hand on your hip didn't allow you to move, “Steve please.”
“Please what baby, cmon’ I know you can say it.” He started pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace, curling them to hit your g-spot.
“Make me come Cap, please make me come.” you didn't even realize you slipped up before his fingers rushed a white wave around you, making your legs shake as you let out a moan.
“Fuck that was hot.” he said between clenched teeth before undoing his belt and pushing his pants to his ankle, you finished the job by pulling his hard cock from his boxers stroking the length. You went to drop to your knees but he stopped you, “No I have to be inside you when I come.”
Timidly nodding you watch he pushed your legs apart and set the tip of his cock at your entrance making you brace agaisnt the wall, “Fuck me like you hate me Cap.” you smiled from beneath hooded eyes.
“I plan to Raven.” he pushed all the way in making you both let out grunts and moans, “Who’s cock are you drunk off of hmm?” you asked as he began pounding into you, gripping your hips to meet you.
“You, only you Steve.” you moaned.
Steve pressed a finger agaisnt your clit making your pleasure peak as he sped up his thrusts, “That's right baby and as long as i'm around this is the only cock that can get you off.”
“Yes,yes,yes.” you absently squealed out as your second climax approached.
Feeling his balls tighten Steve clenched his teeth, “Come for me baby, you can do it.” you met your lips in a passionate kiss as you both reached your orgasms, letting yourselves to recover with a kiss before separating
He slipped out of you before pulling his boxers and pants back up, helping you with your dress, “Can you walk?” he asked as you wobbled when he clicked the emergency stop off.
You held on the railing but nodded knowing that was far from the truth, in return he picked you up bridal style, “Steve let me go.” you giggled out as he pushed into your room.
“Never baby.” he smiled before kissing you.
Lets just say that was the best mission you and Steve had completed together.
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summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare.
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You didn’t wake up the next day until 2 pm. After you went back down to the party, everything was a blur. You and Rafe went shot for shot, not the smartest thing you’ve ever done considering you were practically half that man’s height. You looked over at him, lying on his stomach, drooling on the pillow. You were both completely naked, you had hickeys on your stomach, your inner thighs, your chest, and bruises on your hips from where Rafe must’ve held you. You literally looked like you were attacked but you couldn’t be happier. You grabbed your phone to use the front camera to look at yourself. You cringed at the sight of the dark hickeys littered across both sides of your neck. Rafe stirred and groaned, reaching an arm out for you.
“Rafe?” you whispered.
He cringed at the volume even though you were as quiet as possible, “Hmm?”
“What the hell happened last night?”
“I’m pretty sure it was the best night of my life,” he mumbled.
You smiled, “What time did we fall asleep last night?”
“Everything after like four o’clock is fuzzy.”
“Did I get in a fight with a damn wild animal?”
“What?” He opened his eyes and picked his head off the pillow, immediately looking at the bruises all over your body.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“I should’ve been more gentle. You just kept begging for me to be rougher and who was I to decline such a beautiful girl?”
“It’s okay, I’m happy.”
He had a sleepy smile on his face as his head hit the pillow again. You sat up from the bed, ready to get in the shower and wash the grime away.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower, you coming?”
He jumped up, keeping his eyes closed on his way to the shower.
“You feeling okay?” you laughed.
“Yeah, when there’s no light or noise, I’m great. How are you not dying right now?”
“Just luck, I guess.”
“Or you’re just annoyingly perfect,” he said.
“Or that.”
You pulled him into the shower with you, washing his hair as he leaned against the wall.
"I have something to tell you," he says.
"Uh oh,"
"That gets funnier every time," he said sarcastically.
"You're so sassy," you laughed but he shot you a look and you stopped real quick, holding in your laughter.
"What I was saying was, yesterday when I was inside making phone calls, I also signed up for an online, anonymous anger management class," he looked so proud of himself you could've cried right then. "And I looked for a therapist, I don't know, maybe you could help me out with that one?"
"Of course I will, I'm so proud of you."
"Good, I'm doing all of this for you."
You opened your mouth to scold him for his reasoning but he cut you off, "I know, I know", he threw his hands up in defense.
You smiled and hugged him, letting the water run over the both of you.
You got dressed after your shower and walked down the stairs, grabbing two Tylenol for each of you, washing them down with some Gatorade. You grabbed his sunglasses out of the key dish in the foyer for him, and he put them on before you opened the front door to inspect the damage. You walked over to some guy passed out in a lounge chair, shaking him awake and telling him he has to go home. He stumbled off, confused, as you laughed. You grabbed a trash bag from the shed and started collecting cups and other trash people left everywhere.
“Babe, don’t worry about it. I’ll pay someone to come clean everything up.”
You laughed at him and shook your head, continuing what you were doing. He fell asleep with his head in his hands at the outdoor table. His tolerance must be significantly lower now that he’s clean off the hard stuff. You finished bagging all the trash and grabbed the hose to water Rose’s flowers when you heard someone yell your name from the driveway.
“Wheezie? What are you doing home?”
“I got bored at Samantha’s,” she shrugged.
She took in the scene around her, bags of cups and Rafe asleep on the table, “You guys did have a party. And I missed it?” She scoffed in offense.
“Trust me, Wheeze, you did not want to be around for last night. Too loud, too many people.”
“Yeah, I can tell you two had a good time, what the hell happened to your neck?”
She poked at the hickeys on your neck as you tried to cover them with your hands.
“Nothing, Jeez Wheez. What happened to Rafe’s little sister?”
“So are you two back together yet or what? Because I’m calling it now, I’m being the maid of honor at your wedding.”
You laughed and shook your head, “I don’t know, I guess we are? We haven’t really talked about it being official.”
“Yeah, not much talking going on with you two, huh?”
You whacked her with your arm as you gasped.
Rafe woke up at the sound of your gasp, “What? What’s wrong?”
“Your sister is too grown, that’s what’s wrong!”
“Whatever, I’m going to shower,” she laughed.
You walked over to Rafe and plopped down in his lap.
“Hi,” you whispered with a smile.
“Hi,” he replied, grabbing your hand and placing a light kiss on it.
“Rafe, what are we?”
“What?” he laughed.
“I mean, what are we?” you repeated.
“Man, you move a girl back to town, give her back her promise ring, and make sweet, sweet love to her all night, and all the sudden she expects a title out of it.”
You rolled your eyes as you giggled.
“Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend again?”
You bit your lip with a smile, nodding.
“I would like that.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Rafe.”
He kissed you, cupping your face in his hands.
“That’s cute,” Wheezie deadpanned, making you jump.
“What happened to getting in the shower Wheeze? You stink,” Rafe teased.
“I should be getting a thank you right now, maybe a ‘Wheezie you’re the best sister in the world and I’ll drive you anywhere you need to go for the next two years’. Y/N wouldn’t be back here if I didn’t call her.”
You shrugged looking over to Rafe, “She’s kinda right, you know.”
Rafe sighed, “Thank you Wheeze,” he mumbled, knowing he wasn’t going to win that argument against the two of you.
“When you’re done being disgusting with my brother, come upstairs, it’s time to wedding plan,” Wheezie said before walking back into the house.
“What?!” Rafe exclaimed as you laughed.
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Bonding Time pt6
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: Shower Smut. Mean Timmy and reader.
A/N: This one took a while to write because I didn’t know how to continue the story!
Bonding Time pt6
Timothée woke up tangled with y/n in the sheets when he heard someone’s phone buzzing like a wasp, he groaned sitting up and throwing the offending device in the bedside table before slamming the drawer shut and laying back down snuggling into y/n.
Turns out it was y/n’s phone buzzing because then the door started going, someone banging on it to be specifically, Timmy grumbled burying his head into her neck.
‘Just ignore them, they’ll go away.’
‘They’re going to break my door down if I don’t answer.’
Timmy looked at his watch to see it was six am ‘It’s fucking six am on a Saturday, y/n. Tell them to come back at ten like a normal human being.’
‘It’s Sarah.’ Y/n looked at her camera.
‘I take back what I said, she’s not normal at all. Who the fuck comes to someone’s home at six am?’
‘Sarah does. She’s always awake at five.’ Timmy groans burying his face in the pillow as Sarah banged on the door again, y/n grabbed her phone and turned the speaker on on the camera ‘Sarah you bang my front door like that again I’ll break every knuckle in your hand!’
She tossed her phone ignoring Sarah’s protests and hopped on the bed and kissed Timmy on the lips before breaking away ‘If you hear her hide in the bathroom.’ He smirked ‘Maybe I should answer the door.’ She looked at him smirking back ‘Definitely do that next time. Maybe with Emma, or my mother.’
Y/n threw a T-shirt on and walked out hearing Timmy call out ‘That’s my T-shirt woman.’
She smirked walking towards the door to answer it and wrenched it open. ‘What, do you want at six in the morning that couldn’t wait until later?’
‘I saw you and Timothée last night, after the party.’ Sarah blurted out.
Y/n just looked at her before turning away walking to the kitchen ‘So you were following us? That’s creepy Sarah, like really creepy.’
‘I only did it because I was worried.’
‘No, this isn’t concern, Sarah. This is some weird… I don’t even know what to call it.’
‘I was concerned about my friend walking home with some asshole-‘
‘He’s an assole because he rejected you.’ Y/n pointed her spoon at Sarah. ‘Whereas before, he walked on water.’
‘This isn’t about me, this is about you sleeping with your BROTHER.’
‘STEP brother! Jesus Christ, how many times do we need to say that.’ Timmy comes in wearing just his dress jeans and bare feet rubbing his eyes tiredly as Sarah looked on in shock.
‘What are you doing here?’
She asked annoyed and shocked as Timmy walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
‘You followed us home? What is actually wrong with you?’ He gave her an odd look while drinking his coffee.
Y/n walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek as he stared Sarah down.
‘You need to get a life of your own instead of forcing yourself into everyone else’s.’
‘I’m looking out for my friend!’
‘Really??’ He cut through her. ‘Stacey’s your friend, and you’ve just found out the guy she’s been seeing is FUCKING his step sister. So you can’t be that good of a friend.’
‘I didn’t know about any of this until-‘
‘Until last night?’ His eyes flashed as he challenged her. ‘Who was the first person you called after you saw us?’
Y/n looked between them with a blank look on her face watching this fun little back and forth.
‘Certainly not Stacey, because I’ve had no calls from her. And she would’ve called me or showed up here last night. But she didn’t.’
‘You told Emma didn’t you?’ Y/n looked over at Sarah and shook her head.
‘You really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not natural-‘
‘How you act as if you have a day in everyone’s lives and your need to control everyone around you isn’t natural.’ Timmy cut her off again glaring.
Y/n turned his head and kissed him to calm him. He kissed back and saw Sarah make a disgusted face ‘You don’t like what you see Sarah you know where the fucking door is.’ It was y/n that said it and Timmy smirked kissing her and lifting her up to sit on the kitchen counter and stood between her legs as Sarah stormed out slamming the door behind her.
Y/n chuckled as Timmy kissed down her neck while running his hand up her thighs. ‘Timmy.’ She let her head fall back giving him more access as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and towards the bathroom. He set her down and removed the T-shirt as he removed his jeans and followed her into the shower turning on the water. They stood under the spray of water together as he stood behind her and began kissing her shoulder.
She let her head fall back as he placed open mouth kissed against her throat running his hands up her side, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall in front of her and pinned them with one hand as he slid into her hearing her gasp and turned her head to kiss her as he began thrusting into her.
She panted against his mouth kissing him back hungrily pushing her hips back against his meeting his thrusts making him bite her lips.
He thrust harder, letting go of her hands to hold onto her waist to slam harder into her as she braced herself against the glass to steady herself. She let her head fall back against his shoulder panting heavily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and nearly lifted her off the floor ramming into her making her gasp and grip his hair pulling him for a kiss as they came together shaking and panting.
They finished washing each other and stepped out of the shower drying off in the bedroom when y/n got a notification on her phone.
‘Oh great. It’s Emma, she wants to talk.’
‘Just ignore it. Or leave it on read. Let’s just spend the day in bed, preferably at my place cause at least we won’t be disturbed there.’
Y/n nodded still looking at her phone ‘That BITCH!’ She exploded.
Timmy looked over at her and joined at the end of the bed looking over her shoulder to see that Sarah had told her mother.
‘She told my mother she’s worried about me and that everyone should get together and stage an emergency intervention for me. My mom is messaging me asking if I’m okay!’
Timmy clenched his jaw and got up getting dressed ‘That’s it, get dressed and pack some stuff.’
‘Where are we going?’ She asked getting up.
‘Going somewhere that fucking psychopath can’t find us. Pack your suitcase, we’re going out of town for a week.’
‘Oooh our first vacation together as a couple.’ She smiled kneeling on the bed in front of him and kissed him. He kissed back deepening the kiss and smirked ‘You bet!’
They stopped at his so he could pack his own suitcase as y/n called her mother assuring her she was fine. She decided to play the same game as Sarah and made a phone call.
‘Hi Mrs Winston, it’s y/n y/l/n. How are you doing? I’m good thank you so much. Yes my mom is doing well, still in the honeymoon phase.’
‘Um, Mrs Winston, I was calling to ask if you had spoken to Sarah recently? Oh no, it’s probably nothing. It’s just she came banging on my door at six this morning behaving very… unlike herself. I was just wondering if she had spoken to you or even Hailey? I asked if she was ok, but she just said she had to go and just stormed out of my house without any explanation.’
…..
‘Uh-huh…. Like I said it’s probably nothing. But, I’m going away for the week and I was just wondering you could maybe check in on her from time to time? As I said I’ve never seen her behave like this in a really long time.’
Y/n looked up listening to Mrs Winston tell her how her daughter had been very excited about Chloe’s engagement and saw Timmy smirking from the doorway watching her.
‘Okay thank you so much, Mrs Winston. Give my best to Mr Winston won’t you? I will, I’ll try and enjoy my weekend break. Okay bye Mrs Winston.’
She hung up and looked at Timmy smirking ‘You, are pure evil.’
Y/n rolled her eyes and dropped her phone into her bag ‘She did the same thing to me. At least now we won’t have any hassle from her. I also messaged my mother asking her to check up on Sarah if she has the time because I’m really worried about her.’ She responded making a pretend sad face.
Timmy smirked shaking his head before pulling her in for a rough kiss which she returned.
‘You’re an evil bitch.’
‘I blame you.’
He gasps in mock offence grabbing his chest as they left the building with their cases. ‘Are you saying I corrupted your innocent little heart?’
‘Oh we both know I was never innocent.’
They got in y/n’s car and drove to the coast to the beach where Timmy had a large beach house with a beautiful view of the beach where they would have a full weekend together with no distractions.
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Halloween Cinderella; Eddie Munson x reader
*Author’s note*
Okay so this was for a favor for a dear fav. blog of mine @sweetpeapod when she needed some help in clearing out some requests so to the requester who asked this of her during her last event, look no further than here. Now I made some changes to the request (just some small minor stuff to fit with the time period and all that) but other than that the only warnings are swearing, cheating, some minor angst but also some fluffy, comforting and a bit flirty Eddie. Hope you enjoy this my lovelies and to @sweetpeapod thanks for sending this fic my way, had a blast writing it and I’m happy to help anytime you want your inbox cleared of some work :)
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*Halloween 1984*
I still don’t even understand why I even came here to begin with? All I wanted to do was stay at home, do candy duty and just wait for this day to be month to be over. Not to say that I don’t like Halloween cause I do, but the fact that my douche of a boyfriend dumped me just a week before we would go as our couple costumes of Kane and Ripley from Alien. That’s something I can’t look past, especially when he admitted to cheating on me with some slut from the swim team.
So my best friend/brother from another mother Ferris (who was dressed as Michael Myers) thought it would still be a good idea for us to go to the party just to rub Jefferson’s face in it. And believe me when I say that it is hard to say no to Ferris Worthington, the boy’s as stubborn as a mule and won’t take no for an answer.
And that’s where I am. Sitting in my car, parked right outside Heather’s place where the party was debating whether or not I should go in or just drive away and lock myself in isolation.
“Goddamn it Ferris. Why do I always let you talk me into these things seriously why?” I said talking to myself. “Because I was a jackass in a previous life. Now grow a pair and get your sexy Ripley butt in there!” I said knowing what he’d say if we had drove together. “I hate you so much, you better be in there and I swear there better be some serious booze if not a little buzz of the Mary Jane.” I said muttering to myself again as I got out of the car and locked it.
I walked up to Heather’s house and opened the door and already blaring music was playing, streamers were flying everywhere, and over a hundred people were already in the large mansion.
“Think I’ll also be needing some earplugs too and maybe whiskey instead of beer to drown this noise out.” I said adjusting my fake rifle further up my shoulder. I had been fabricating with my dad since the start of summer, he actually works on indie horror films so he’s gone some weapons and makeup sculpting skills.
As I walked through the crowd of seniors and even a couple of juniors that somehow managed to sneak in, I noticed a problem. Ferris said he’d be dressing up like Michael Myers from Halloween, well I’m barely at the living room and already I spotted three different Michael Myers masks.
“Brilliant move Ferris. Seems like every freaking guy in here had the same idea you did.” When I finally got to the living room, low and behold there were about seven, maybe 10 other Michael Myers at the party. I mean Jesus Christ there are other slasher killers you can choose from; Freddie Kruger, Psycho’s Norman Bates, Leatherface, Jason, any of those guys but nope everyone chose Michael Myers.
Again not that there’s anything wrong with it, Jamie Lee, perfect final girl material and an extreme badass next to Sigourney Weaver, but come on guys. Ferris could’ve at least given me something to distinguish himself from all the other Michael Myers’ at this party.
“Okay so first thing I’m gonna do is find that smug son of a bitch, then kick his ass for making me search for him, and then drink, drink, drink.” I said to myself before going in and walking to the first Michael Myers costume I saw. “Ferris?!” the person turned to me and motioned to them to take their mask off. They removed their mask and I saw it was one of the football players.
“Sorry.” He told me before putting his mask back on. Okay one down, nine to maybe a dozen or so to go. I moved through the crowd, keeping my plastic rifle close to me and walked up to the next Michael Myers I saw.
“Ferris is that you under there?!” the person lifted up their mask and it was some other random dude, probably from either another school or even a former graduate (by a year or two).
“You got the wrong guy, sweetheart. But if you stick around, I can make you forget about him.” He said as he eyed me up and down with a lustful look in his eyes.
“Yeah and I’d like to tell you a joke about my vagina but you’re never gonna get it.” I said walking away annoyed. One by one I asked each Michael Myers I saw to remove their mask, but all of them turned out to be a bust.
I was now by the drinks deciding to just get me some spiked punch and just accept the fact that either Ferris had ditched the party all together and lied to me, or the little shithead is hiding somewhere knowing I’d probably kill him for making me search for him.
I soon took notice of another person coming up as Michael Myers coming to get a glass of punch. I set my cup down and turned to the guy and told him.
“Need I ask if that’s you Ferris?” the guy soon turned his attention to me and removed his mask. Unlike the rest of the guys who had short hair underneath, this guy had long, shaggy brown hair. Deep brown deer like eyes, maybe even puppy brown. “Oh.” I said dejectedly returning to my drink.
“Just what every boy dreams of hearing from someone who's just seen your face for the first time.” He told me.
“I’m sorry. Really I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just I’ve been searching for my friend for what feels like hours. He told me he came as Michael Myers and low and behold, almost every guy came in dressed like the guy.”
“I know. At first I was gonna come as Freddie Kruger, but then one of my little sheepies whose part of the drama department in charge of makeup fell sick and couldn’t come to work on my makeup.”
“No kidding, they were really gonna do that?”
“Yeah. Said his dad or uncle or whatever works with VFX makeup in Hollywood. Has his own shop and everything of all the face casts and costumes he’s sculpted. Would’ve been so metal but unfortunately I got stuck with Old Michael. No offense the dude is one badass mother fucker, but the mask just suffocates me.”
“That’s a shame. Cause that is a very lovely face, a really handsome face that I’d hate to see be suffocated and—” oh shit please tell me I did not just say that to some stranger. I slowly turned to him to see him pondering on what I just said with a smirk before he turned to me and asked.
“Lovely face? No wait scratch that, really handsome face?”
“Can I just the spiked punch made me say it?” I gulped defeatedly.
“You know what they say, drunken lips brings out sober thoughts.”
“That doesn’t even rhyme!”
“Who cares if it does?”
“I do!”
“What are you? The rhyming police?”
“Yes and I’m placing you under arrest for crimes against poor rhyming.” He laughed before saying.
“Whatever you say, Ellen Ripley.”
“You know you’re the first person to actually say who I am.”
“Uncultured swine’s!” he said exasperatedly as he gasped and placed his hand over his heart dramatically.
“Right!? Alien is a badass movie. If they ever think about making a second movie they better not fuck it up.”
“You never know.” He shrugged. “But if I may be inquired to ask your real name? Just so I can put a name to the girl who called my face handsome.”
“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”
“Munson. Eddie Munson.” We shook hands as I said.
“With an intro like that, surprised you didn’t come as James Bond.”
“Ehh, cool guy but boring films.”
“WHAT!?”
“Oh don’t tell me…..”
“Uncultured swine!” I exclaimed. Once again he shot his hand to his heart and threw himself backwards which made me laugh. “How could you think the Bond films are boring!?!”
“I’m sorry but they drag the plot too long and the humor is kinda stale.”
“Which Bond films have you seen?”
“What was that last Bond film that came out last year?”
“Oh Octopussy with Richard Moore? Okay I will give you that, that one wasn’t as good. But if you get to watch any of the Sean Connery ones, I swear you’ll think he’s the best Bond ever.”
“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.” A brief moment of silence came around us. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward but—comforting? “Hey, I don’t normally ask this but uhh…..do you wanna step outside? Party’s getting more crowded and all that. I was gonna offer that to you earlier when I saw how dejected you seemed earlier.”
“I’d actually like that. Promise not to murder me once we get outside Michael?” I teased his character’s name at the end.
“Oh sweetheart, if anyone’s gonna murder anyone it’s you who’d murder me Ripley. You took on a fucking alien with an extended alien tongue. Compared to that, I’m mere child’s play.” So Eddie and I walked out of the house and into the backyard.
Hardly any people were outside. Most of them having a quick smoke break or to get some air from the mass of bodies that occupied the house. As Eddie prepared himself a smoke, he offered me one and I thanked him and he offered up his lighter.
I took a deep inhale before exhaling the smoke as I felt the cigarette between my index and tall finger.
“So the guy you mentioned earlier, you said his name was Ferris?”
“Yeah, Ferris Worthington.”
“Hold on, Ferris Worthington?” he asked me as he turned to me.
“Yeah.”
“About yay-tall, short brown hair, always wears a sweater vest?”
“Yeah. Wait how do you know him?”
“You kidding me? Ferris the Cunning Paladin. Dude may dress like a nerd but he’s one smart son of a bitch in my campaigns. He told me he was gonna dress up as Jason from Friday the 13th and I’ve been looking for him everywhere. We were gonna try to battle it out in front of everyone. Find out just who would really win in a fight.”
Oh that little shit! I’ll kill him I swear!
“Really? Cause like I said before, he told me he was gonna dress up as Michael Myers. Seems we’ve been played.”
“It would seem so.” He said taking an inhale of his cigarette.
“I should’ve known. I’ve known that boy since we were in kindergarten and he always does shit like this. He knew I didn’t want to come to the party anymore and he still managed to somehow convince me only to stand me up just like my douche of an ex-boyfriend!” I ranted angrily and when I turned to see Eddie looking at me stunned I exhaled deeply and shook my head. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear me rant, so I wouldn’t blame you if you left me to my misery.”
“I may be known as the ‘Freak of Hawkins High’, but being the King of the social outcasts does come with its priorities.”
“And what’s that?”
“Being a good listener. Since I’m not so stuck up in my head of my own vanity and pride, I can take time to truly listen to those who need to rant, scream or shout. Not like those who follow the force conformity of ignoring other people’s problems.”
“I don’t know Eddie—”
“I won’t pry, if you tell me to drop it, we’ll drop it. But—you do seem like you really need to rant, and it seems like Ferris didn’t really take your feelings seriously.”
“Lately he hasn’t.” I took another intake from my cigarette before exhaling the smoke out and stomping on the last bit of bud that was left. “My ex-boyfriend, cheated on me with some bimbo from the swim team. And he told me he had been cheating on me for five months while we were still together. Not only that but he dumped me for said bimbo through a note he put in my locker.”
“Jesus what a cowardly dick.” I laughed coldly.
“I wish there was a word to describe him. Couldn’t even work up the balls to break up with me face to face. Anyway, we had planned to come together to this party with me as Ripley and him as Kane. Even made a tiny alien baby to have pop out of his chest and everything.”
“That would’ve been so metal.” I nodded.
“I hated him so much. So much so that I felt like Halloween was ruined for me. I’ve actually wanted to do a couple’s costume ever since we went out. I planned, prepped and tried to come up with a cool costume duo that wasn’t gonna be predictable or standard.”
“I hear yah. I may not look it but I can respect a good costume couple, and already seeing you I would’ve like to have seen that.”
“Sorry to disappoint in not having the other half.”
“Not disappointed. You still look pretty badass. I mean your rifle alone looks awesome.”
“Just your basic nerf gun that I painted and redesigned a bit.”
“Metal.” He said impressed. “And seriously, I meant what I said when I called your ex a cowardly dick. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“I know I shouldn’t let it get to me this badly but—he was the first guy who really took interest in me. And not just because he wanted to have someone to fuck or please him. We did have a lot in common, but then it turns out he had to fuck some other girl behind my back just to keep what was between his legs satisfied. Sometimes I feel like something’s wrong with me.”
“Hey,” he came in front of me. His head tilted downward so he could try to look me in the eye. Eventually I looked up at him and he continued, “There is nothing, okay absolutely nothing wrong with you. The relationship failed because of him, not you. If he couldn’t see the beautiful woman that was standing right at his side, then it’s his loss.” I felt my cheeks heat up as I crossed my arms over my chest and said.
“Did you just—call me beautiful?”
“I’m not the only one with a good looking face.” He said with a small grin.
“Eddie, I appreciate the comment but…..if this is some attempt for you to be Prince Charming and swoop in on a girl who’s emotionally vulnerable, this isn’t the right way to go about it.”
“I know. I’m just giving a lovely girl a compliment. I don’t expect anything in return.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?” We turned around and speak of the devil there stood Ferris with his lifted up Jason Vorhees mask. “This was not how I pictured this going!!”
“Did you seriously think I would want another relationship so sudden after my last one?!” I snapped.
“If it gets you to stop mopping, yes! Plus you guys were really hitting it off! C’mon Eddie’s a good guy just kiss him already!” I shook my head at Ferris.
“Permission to beat the shit out of this little turd, my lady?” Eddie asked me.
“He’s all yours.” I said. Eddie put his mask back on and as quick as lightning, he charged at Ferris who let out a girlish scream and went running for the hills. I shook my head and decided to just head home knowing that all of this was just Ferris Worthington’s scheme to make me have another man just so I would stop my bitching and mopping.
Monday at school, I was opening my locker to get my trig book when a note fell out of my locker. I picked it up, unfolded it and read it.
Hey Ripley,
The party was fun, sorry about Ferris. He says he’s sorry for what he did. And don’t worry, even if he doesn’t mean it, I’ll make sure he pays for it at our next D&D campaign hehehe (devil face drawing).
Anyway, I meant what I said about both your ex being a douche and you being beautiful. Now I’m not trying to flirt or start an instant relationship but if you ever want to rant or punch someone, give me a call. Just know you’ve got someone on your side who will really listen to you, be your punching bag, or even a shoulder to cry on and won’t complain at all. Hope to see you around the school, or just reach me here.
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Eddie aka Michael Myers #9
He even drew little devil horns around his name. I smiled and folded the note and put it in my flannel pocket over my heart. I grabbed my book and headed off to my trig class with a slight pep in my step.
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A Hole In A Shoe
Steve Murphy x Murphy!F!Reader (Murphy Sister Reader from this fic)
Javi Peña x Murphy!F!Reader
A/N: The way I started this August Challenge with this crew and just expected it to be a stand alone one shot..lol. This is just the next installment, have one more written and who knows where it'll go! lol.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Drunk, drinking, mentions of exes and proposals, trashing of apartments (could be considered semi-abusive relationship), cursing.
Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini
“I need you to pick me up.” Your voice slurred into the payphone in the bar.
“It’s like 12:30 in the morning over there.” Steve’s voice was raspy. He wiped his eyes in an attempt to wake up and process you on the other line.
“Okay well, the bartender took my keys so it’s either I walk back to my hotel on the fuckin’ highway or you come and get me because you’re the only person I know in Miami.”
Steve let out a sigh. “I’m not in Miami, kid.”
If you weren’t drunk you would have clocked the stress in his voice, maybe even have realized he was stressfully rubbing his temples with his hand as his arm rested on his knee but you were blissfully unaware.
“Okay sorry, I forgot that your house is in Hialeah, same shit though, can you just get me.” You let out a hiccup at the end of your sentence.
“No, I’m back in Colombia.”
Now you heard the stress in his voice.
“I literally just saw you.” You were confused, and despite being drunk this was something that would have thrown you for a loop regardless.
“Yea, I got called back in last minute and figured since I dropped you off at the airport this morning, I didn’t need to update you yet. Which– why aren’t you home? Why are you still in Miami?”
Fuck. You didn’t think that part through.
“I canceled my flight.” You said in a whisper worried about his response.
“The one I paid for?” Steve was now fully awake.
“Scheduled it for later.” You danced around the topic.
“How later?” Steve’s voice just got more annoyed.
“A month from now.”
“Jesus Christ.” Steve was now standing up in his small apartment in Colombia, moving towards his dresser like he was able to just get dressed and come down to pick you up.
As he approached the dresser he saw the picture of him and his family tucked behind the wood and in front of the mirror. The photo included 5 of you. Your mom, your dad, Steve, you and Connie. You were snugged up next to her, Connie had become a close friend to you, Steve was happy about that, with all the issues your parents caused regarding his job, the last thing he needed was more drama. But that was who you were, you were kind, you were easy going, you were annoying but all out of good reason.
What would Connie do?
That was the thought running through Steve’s head. He wanted to reprimand you but he knew she would have cut you slack. Figured out what was really going on.
“Why’d you do that?” His voice was trying, there was still frustration there but he was trying to understand.
“I don’t think I can go home.” You were now starting to get teary eyed and crying in a bar in Miami at 12:30AM was not on your to-do list.
“I thought you hated Miami?” Steve questioned, still staring at the picture of him and his family.
“Not as much as I hate New York, I guess.” You sniffled, making sure your tears didn’t make it down your cheek.
Steve knew exactly what you were talking about, he didn’t need to ask. It was a guy. Not just any guy, but the guy who had proposed to you, the guy you told no and decided to trash your apartment. There was likely more details there that Steve wasn’t privy too, but he didn’t need to know anything more.
“Let me call you a ride.” Steve was now thinking of what to do in this very moment for you. “You can stay at my place for the time being, the keys inside the flower box on the left side.”
“I don’t think I’ll remember that.” You chuckled closing your eyes and resting it against the wall the payphone was attached to.
“I’ll call you at the hotel tomorrow. Let me get you a ride. Where are you?” Steve smiled.
“Better Days Bar.”
“Fitting.” Steve actually let out a laugh this time. “Alright, drink some water, I’ll have a ride for you in 30 minutes.”
“Thanks big brother.” You let out a sigh as the relief left your body.
You didn’t realize who your brother was sending. You figured he’d call you a cab, call the hotel’s car service, maybe even one of Connie’s friends, but not Javier Peña. If you had known, maybe you wouldn’t have convinced the bartender to keep serving you.
The alcohol now had you dancing, luckily you were still a good few minutes away from getting up on the bar and you’d take that win right now.
As your name rolled off his tongue you froze, you knew the voice, even only having heard it once. As you turned, you smiled, taking the embarrassment with stride.
“Care for a drink, Peña?”
“Think I’m supposed to be your DD.” He smirked.
Fuck, had you not noticed that smirk before? No, you did, the alcohol in your system was just making the thought a lot less harder to push aside.
Somehow you agreed to walk out of the bar with him. But you weren’t just ready to get in the car you assumed he rented during his time down in Miami. At some point you made a break for the beach which was right across from the bar. You weren’t sure how Steve did it, beaches and bars within walking distance? It was a dream. Maybe Miami wasn’t so bad after all.
Javi caught up with you, calling after you in a flustered panic. The last thing he needed was to lose you or accidentally let you drown in the ocean. Neither was going to be the conversation he wanted to have with Steve.
Just as Javi reached you, your body lost all balance, it didn’t help that the sand was tough to navigate even for a person who didn’t have practically the entirety of a tequila bottle in their system. Javi caught you, his arms quick to wrap around you and steady you.
“It’s these damn shoes.” You looked down to your feet, Javi still holding you in his grip. You let out a gasp which caused Javi to hold you tighter and look down where your gaze was. He was expecting to see a broken bone, blood, something from the stumble but was left confused when he saw nothing.
“There’s a hole in my shoe.” You lifted your leg up and shook it in the air.
“Yea, they’re sandals.” He stood behind you now, arms still steadying you, his eyes frowning at your comment.
“Oh.” You let out a hiccup, you were really drunk, those last few drinks after your call to Steve really putting you over the edge.
Javi plopped you down on the sand and took a seat next to you. He knew there was no chance of getting you back to the car right now, so he’d just chat with you until you sobered up just enough to want to go home.
“Why are you here?” You turned to him, eyes glossy staring at him.
He was reaching in his pocket for a smoke, bringing it up to his mouth before answering making his voice muffled. “Steve called me.”
“I know that. I mean in Miami. You didn’t get called down last minute.” You dug your sandals into the sand.
“Steve didn’t get called down, he volunteered. I enjoy my vacation time.” Javi immediately regretted sharing that piece of information. He didn’t know how you were going to take it and if it was going to be taken badly, he hoped you’d be too drunk to remember tomorrow.
“Kid can’t sit still.” You shook your head, not mad or honestly shocked.
“Kid?” Javi raised his eyebrows and let out a chuckle that exhaled smoke out of his mouth.
“It’s what he calls me.” You laughed back.
“Why are you here?” Javi asked, hoping the conversation would sober you up as time went by.
“Don’t really feel like going home.” You shook your head, thinking about New York made you want to throw up.
“What’s your plan?” Javi asked passing you the cigarette. As you took it in your hand, you waved around you to signal what your thoughts were. “Right.” He nodded and leaned forward, letting his arms rest on his knees.
“You’re not sore on the eyes, you know that, Peña?” You changed the subject as you looked over at him through the smoke of the cigarette.
The laugh he let out was one of disbelief, the last thing he expected you to say was that.
“Thanks I think.” He took the bud of the cigarette back taking one last drag of it.
“Oh, it’s a compliment.” You laughed and changed the topic again. “You watch out for my brother?”
It was a more serious comment, you did worry.
“He doesn’t need a babysitter.” Javi switched into his DEA mode quickly like he was talking to someone he worked with.
“Never said he did. I just wanna make sure that if you’re the one he’s out on the field with you’ve got his back.” You didn’t stop staring at him.
Javi’s shoulders slumped as he took in who he was talking to, who you were, what you’d have to do if something took a turn.
“Yea I’ve got his back.” He nodded and started playing with the sand.
The silence was deafening, at least for Javi. For you, you were in your own drunk world that was slowly starting to level out since you weren’t feeding your body more alcohol at the moment. The waves of the Atlantic ocean crashing into the sand mixed with the bustling of the city behind you filled both of your ears. For you, it brought you peace, but for Javi it did the opposite.
“You know you’re not too sore on the eyes either.” Javi filled the silence between you.
Your stomach rumbled from the laugh you let out. You were not expecting Javi to say anything of the sorts. Especially after you had just discussed your brother.
“I’ve dated men like you before Javi.” Your statement could have been taken with a pointedness to it, but you were giddy, you weren’t giving him attitude or a negative demeanor.
“Men like me? Like what?” He asked, now intrigued.
“Men who flirt with everyone, disconnected from connection, don’t know love, probably never want to know it, hate being alone but spend most nights lonely, despite who's in your bed– never want to settle down, want me to go on?” For being drunk, you thought you hit the nail on the head with that.
“From what I hear you don’t want to settle down either.” Javi responded back quickly, not taking anytime to ruminate on what you had said.
“Steve’s got a big mouth.” You turned to look at the ocean. Unlike Javi, you couldn’t brush off the comment that easily. “Yea, I said no. And you know what that fucker did? Trashed my shit.” Your anger began bubbling.
“See what wanting to settle down does to a man?” Javi teased you and the humor of it actually brought you down a few levels.
“My parents, they told me to tell him I made a mistake. Beg him to take me back. They think I need a man to take care of me, like I haven’t been on my own since I was 16.” Your head shook.
“What’d Steve say?” Javi was curious but also, he was trying to change your point of view.
“That if he ever sees that asshole again he’s gonna throw him off a balcony.” You huffed.
“Why a balcony?” Javi was intrigued.
“Because he threw the electric typewriter Steve got me off ours.”
“You write?” Javi was learning a lot about you.
“I do.” You nodded with a smile. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Javi. This little knight and shining armor routine doesn’t make you a chapter in my memoir.”
“How long you in Miami for?” He asked starting to stand up and shake the sand off himself, he looked down at you extending a hand out to you.
“Not sure, I can push my flight credits out 2 more times.” Grabbing his hand, he pulled you up and now you two were standing dangerously close. Javi wouldn’t cross that line. Not the line of you being Steve’s little sister, but the one of taking advantage of you since you were drunk.
“I’ve got 4 days, if you’re up for it, maybe we can work on some crazy adventure that’ll make it in your memoir.” His hand was still attached to yours as you stood in front of each other.
You thought about it for a few beats as you stared at him. He wasn’t sore on the eyes, you were so right about that. Would it be the worst thing if you had a little fun, you deserved it, right? No strings, no stress, no worry of proposals and things getting trashed.
“Well it just so happens you caught me when my schedule is completely free, Peña.”
“Well then, let’s have us an adventure.”
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okay okay okay how about... (imma give some options)
lucy & akutagawa + "here's the thing about a barbecue..."
kenji & elise + "you don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms"
kajii & tachihara + "come on, get dressed, you're my date to the meeting tonight!"
john & nathaniel + "i am only one man's guy, and that man i jesus christ"
naomi & kunikida + "i get it, you're angry! believe me, i know what it's like, but you're making a mistake!"
nokilao & jun'ichirou + "all the best people are crazy"
hello beloved <3 i offer you: all of them <3
“Here’s the thing about a barbeque,” Lucy starts, and that’s really all it takes for Ryuunosuke to regret agreeing to come to the Agency’s celebratory cook out for defeating whatever evil they were up against this time. “It brings folks together. From all walks of life.”
“What does that even mean?” Ryuunosuke grumbles.
Lucy scoffs, crossing her arms. “It means that the good vibes of a nice barbeque are the only reason I haven’t trapped you in Anne’s Room yet.”
“I would slice off your arms before you could manage such a feat,” Ryuunosuke assures her.
“I don’t even need my arms for that!”
Rashoumon rises out of Ryuunosuke’s coat, slowly, just for the threat.
Unfortunately, Kenji chooses that moment exactly to plop himself down between Ryuunosuke and Lucy, and Rashoumon retracts on instinct.
“We had barbeques all the time back in Ihatov! And you’re right, Lucy-san—they’re really something special.”
send me a sentence + a ship (romantic or platonic) and i'll write the next five(ish) sentences
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“You don’t need the sun to keep you warm when you’ve got arms,” Kenji says. “My mom told me that once, when there was a really bad blizzard back in Ihatov. We don’t have electricity there, so we had to rely on other things like blankets and [fireplaces] and sharing body heat. But I think maybe it can apply to your situation too.”
Elise looks up at him through watery eyes. “I’m not locked inside,” she argues. “I can go out into the sun whenever I want.”
Kenji laughs, but it’s not a mean sound. “I don’t mean the real sun. I mean metaphorically. The sun in your heart. Just ‘cause you’re not made like the rest of us doesn’t mean you can’t still feel the warmth of friendship!” From his pocket, he procures a wildflower and tucks it behind Elise’s ear. Somehow, it feels like one of the most genuine displays of kindness Elise has ever been subject to.
Maybe because she knows Kenji’s actions aren’t born of fear or obligation. He isn’t part of the mafia; he doesn’t have to be nice to her.
But he is. Like he wants to be Elise’s friend.
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“Come on,” Michizou says, grabbing Kajii’s arm and dragging him up from where he’d previously been lounging on the couch. “Get dressed, you’re my date to the meeting tonight.”
“Why?” Kajii grumbles. He reaches for his bottle of lemon soda, but Michizou continues dragging him towards the door before he can grab it. “I don’t go on these sorts of missions; it’s not in my job description!”
“Yeah, well, Gin got assigned something more important last minute, and no one else is available. So I’m stuck with you.”
Kajii pouts.
Michizou rolls his eyes. “The Boss said there’s going to be free refreshments. Including lemonade.”
Immediately, Kajii’s entire demeanor changes. His face lights up, and Michizou no longer has to drag him around because he picks up the pace until he’s moving faster than Michizou. “Well, you should have started with that! Give me five minutes and I’ll be set to go!”
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“I am only one man’s guy,” Nathaniel growls, “and that man is Jesus Christ.” He pushes past John, who drops the flirtatious expression from his face. It had been a dare from Mark anyway, and he’s just going to count the fact that Nathaniel didn’t immediately stab him as a win.
Still, John has always liked to make a game of pressing his luck.
“Weird,” he comments, tapping his chin with one finger. “I mean, I knew Dostoyevsky had a Jesus kinnie thing going on, but I thought we all understood he’s not actually the Son of God.”
Nathaniel doesn’t respond; he simply slams the door shut behind him.
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“I get it!” Kunikida calls out, raising his voice over the roar of the wind. “You’re angry—believe me, I know what it’s like. But you’re making a mistake!”
“He hurt my brother!” Naomi shouts back. She has the ability user pinned to the ground, one foot on his chest, as she aims a gun at his head. “You could never understand that. You don’t know the fear of losing your sibling!” There is a dangerous fire in her voice—one Kunikida knows he shouldn’t argue against.
He isn’t sure he has an argument anyways. She’s right; he doesn’t have a sibling, and so he’ll never truly know what it’s like. But what he does know is—
“You may be right. But listen to me, Naomi-chan. When your anger disappears—when the adrenaline rush ends and all that rage dissipates… Do you want to be left with grief and regret, or do you want to be left with relief?”
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“All the best people are crazy!” Nikolai laughs as he says it, twirling his cane around in his hands. There’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes that should make Jun’ichirou run, as far and as fast as he can. But…
“Are you insinuating I’m crazy too?”
“Well,” Nikolai’s smile stretches wider, showing off sharp teeth, “you did seek out my assistance, did you not? To go so far, to put your faith in someone who helped frame you as a terrorist and attempted to kill your coworker and friend, all for the sake of someone who might not even be alive? Tell me, Tanizaki-kun, does that not sound a little crazy to you?”
It does, when Nikolai puts it like that. Jun’ichirou can’t deny it.
“Fine,” he agrees. “Maybe I am crazy, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes to get my sister back.”
Nikolai cackles gleefully. “I was hoping you’d say that!”
#nokilao is still making me laugh every time i see it i won't lie#ily corey <3#btw i will gladly still do more of these if anyone feels so inclined to send more#except for the one anon request sitting in my inbox.... i reserve the right to decline if you give me a character i don't like sorryyyyy#bsd#to the stray dogs#grace's writing tag#ask game#corey tag
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Possessed
Oneshot? TBD. Maybe I'll use this storyline to practice writing smut.
Warnings: possession, Billy Russo
Word Count: 800ish
“This is not how I expected being possessed to go. Not that I ever gave it a whole lotta thought, but if I did, this wouldn’t be it.” You stare into the mirror, watching as the black clears from your eyes.
You’re tellin’ me, the demon grumbles.
“Hey, this is on you. I didn’t ask to be possessed.”
I tried to possess literally anyone else. It didn’t work.
“It’s not my fault you have performance anxiety, dude.”
I’ll have you know my performance is just fine. Or it would be if I had my own body.
“Why don’t you just leave and go back to hell? Start all over again.”
I am not goin’ back to hell. I just need some time to figure this out, is all.
“Well you’re in my head and I don’t know how well we’re gonna work out, considering you sound like a guy and I’ve got tits and all that.”
I noticed. The bastard sounded smug about it.
“Hey! Keep your eyes to yourself!”
I can’t help what you see, princess.
“Don’t call me that, asshole. I have a name.”
You haven’t told me your name. How am I supposed to know?
“Oh, my bad.” You tell him your name and he repeats it to himself.
I’m William Russo, but you can call me Billy.
“I would say it’s nice to meet you Billy, but it really isn’t. I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave. Please.”
Not gonna happen, sweetheart.
“Don’t call me that either. If you won’t leave on your own, I’m going to have to make you leave.”
The demon-Billy chuckles in your mind. Go for it, baby.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Enough with the pets names and wipe the smug look of your nonexistent face. I’m a quick learner- well maybe not that quick- but I’m not stupid and I’ll figure out how to exorcize you if it’s the last thing I do!”
I guess I’ll be here for a while then. How long do you humans live these days?
“I’ll figure it out. I will, Billy. Just wait and see.”
Okay, darlin’. I believe you.
“That’s still a pet name. We need to come to some sort of agreement on all this otherwise we’re gonna drive each other crazy.”
Speak for yourself. I’m already insane.
“That is not reassuring to hear at all, William.”
Just bein’ honest. What’d you have in mind?
“Uh I haven’t thought that far. Gimme a second.” You take your time and think. If Billy can see what you see and feel what you feel, this could get awkward fast. How could you go to work if he was constantly chattering?
I do not ‘chatter’.
“You could hear me thinking?” You ask with a start.
Every word.
“Can you please not do that?”
I’ll do my best, doll. No promises.
“Okay, so we need to have some ground rules with this. I gotta work and it’s gonna get distracting if you’re in here causing problems. And who the fuck even says doll anymore?.”
I’ll try not to distract you at work, but I’m not gonna be silent for 8 hours-
“12 hours. Most of my shifts are longer than 8 hours.”
Shit. Yeah, no I won’t be silent for that long. I’ll get bored and you don’t wanna deal with me while I'm bored.
“I don’t want to deal with you at all,” you complain.
What’s next?
“You can’t look when I’m showering or getting dressed or doing anything like that.”
I can’t really help what you see.
“Are we like completely sharing all my senses?”
Mmm not completely. I gotta focus to get past sight and hearing.
“At least that’s something. I guess I’m showering and changing with my eyes closed from now on.”
I’ve been in hell for God knows how long and you’re gonna deny me the first good view I’ve had in years?
“Don’t be a pervert.”
I prefer the term ‘lecher’.
“That really isn’t much better, Russo.”
I may be a demon, but I’m still a man.
This is why I’m gay, you think to yourself.
You’re gay? I can work with that. We both like women, we got somethin’ to talk about now.
“I am not talking about women with you, Russo. Look, I’m exhausted and I want to go to sleep. This whole possession thing has been draining.”
Fine by me.
“Glad I have your permission, William,” you say sarcastically as you shuck your clothes, eyes squeezed shut. You slip on your pjs and practically sink into your mattress.
This is a real comfy bed. Much better than what I had back when I was human.
“Thanks, now please stop talking and let me sleep.”
Good night, love.
“I’m not your ‘love’.”
Good night, William.
I wonder if I’ll be able to watch your dreams.
“Oh my God just please shut up!”
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Deliverance
My re-write of how I imagine Eva and Eric to meet for the first time in University. Loosely based on the UL storyline with Nathaniel.
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I'd met Eric Ward on the worst night of my life.
It hadn't started off that way, of course. No. It had begun as a way to celebrate us all finally handing in our Masters papers; our first night of freedom from academia, and I had Dressed Up. After all, I wanted to make sure that if I was noticed, I was noticed, you know? It was important that I stood out. At the time. My favourite top was a silver sequined halter neck that shimmered when I moved, catching the light and throwing stars everywhere I turned; I paired it with the shortest black skirt I could, threw on my fluffiest pink jacket, and ran out to meet my friends at the Snake Room.
And how happy we were. Dancing, singing, our arms around each other - I even managed to snag a selfie with the notoriously private Castiel, who'd had a little too much to drink at that stage, but it was whatever. A small degree of sadness did weigh on me - after all, my best friend was absent, missing the festivities, when he was the smartest person I knew; more deserving of this final celebration than any of us. I missed him so much that my heart began to ache whenever Nathaniel came to the front of my mind. But I couldn't dwell on it for too long. No, it was important that I focused on what I could control - what I could enjoy.
But that would come to an end soon enough, of course. By the time the clock had struck twelve, people were starting to spill out onto the pavement, heading towards other clubs, afterparties, that sort of thing. I was heading out with my arm still hooked around Priya's neck when I saw it - the flash of green hair.
Nathaniel?
Nathaniel!
"Nath!" I almost screamed, unlatching myself from my friend and sprinting away from the crowd. I heard worried shouts behind me, the sound of Castiel trying to break free from the crowd so that he could pursue, but I ignored it. I knew that was him, I knew that was my friend - the green hair, the glasses - it was him - it really was him! "Nath!" Any anger, any pain I felt dissolved away, replaced by an almost overwhelming feeling of joy as my feet beat out a heavy rhythm on the pavement, my stilettoes in danger of snapping. But I had to catch up with him. I had to find him before he disappeared again, before he disappeared for good.
And then finally, finally, he heard me. Nathaniel stopped and spun around, his mouth gaping open slightly, but I was moving too fast to stop, and instead, I slammed into him, causing him to stagger backwards as he fought to keep us both balanced.
"Eva? Jesus fucking Christ."
"Nath. Oh my God, where have you been?" It was only when I coughed the question out that I realized I was sobbing.
"Eva - I - it's not safe here, you've got to leave. Okay? We'll talk about this later, I swear."
"I'm not letting you leave again, are you crazy? Nath, nothing is worth this."
"I have to do this, E." Nathaniel drew back, holding onto my upper arms, so that he could put a little distance between the two of us. It was then that I saw it - the fear in his eyes when he looked at me. "I have to make things right. And then I'll be back. I swear."
"I can't trust you on that, Nath," I said, although it broke me to confess. "I'm sorry. Please, you can figure something else out - some other way to help the cops. Please. Just stay home."
"I - I can't. I have to make it right."
"You keep saying that but I don't know what it means."
"It means that -" Realizing that he was raising his voice, Nathaniel took a moment or two to calm down, lowering it back to the hushed tones he'd been speaking in a moment or two earlier. "It means… Like, okay, maybe I joined thinking I'd do what I could to try make stuff safe people like Amber… but maybe I was too good at what I was doing. Maybe I helped a little too much along the way. And now, I'm in this shit way too deep, but as long as I can get some of these guys - help Eric get some of these guys - then maybe it won't have been for nothing. Maybe, I… I don't know. Maybe I'm not so much of a fuckup after all, huh?"
"Nath, you're not a fuckup. Don't say that, never say that. Please. You don't have to do this," I found myself pleading with him, tears bubbling up on my waterline, threatening to ruin my make-up. "Just come home. Spend the night at mine. Don't think about any of this ever again."
"You know I can't do that, Eva." His smile was so sad that I wanted to break into fresh sobs again.
"Eva!"
"That's Castiel. You should go back with him."
"No. I'm not leaving without you." I held onto him tightly, firmer, and he sighed.
"Eva, I --"
"Carello. Where the fuck you been?"
My blood froze in my veins.
From the shadows stepped three men. They were all relatively the same height and build, but I couldn't tell their ages - their faces were twisted into an ugly, identical sneer that made it impossible to detect the likes of wrinkles or other markers. And they were all staring at Nathaniel and I, so luridly that I felt as though I needed to pull my skirt down just to shield my body from their prying eyes.
"Is this the chick? Fine little thing, isn't she?"
"She's just a friend," he replied tersely, ripping my hands away from his shirt with as much force as he could muster. "Eva, get out of here."
"Nath, please --"
"Nath, please!" One of them pleaded, high-pitched and whining. "Go back home, kitten. Unless you'd rather make it back with me instead."
Eugh. I felt my body almost physically recoiling in disgust, and I took a shaky, uncertain step back. Nath glanced over his shoulder at me, nodding, as though to tell me yes. This was right.
But Castiel was coming to scoop me up, as soon as he got out of the crowd. And if Castiel could just get here -- if it were the two of them, and maybe Morgan, maybe they could --
"Where's the money, Carello? You promised Charlie two months' worth. Skipped out on the last instalment. You don't want the boss thinkin' you're skimming off the top, right?"
"Right. I got it right here, fellas. Don't you worry about that." Nathaniel bent, to start looking through the bag that was sitting at his feet - and the slightly smaller of the trio, the ugliest of the men, zipped forward almost immediately, his sharp eyes narrowed.
"What's that around your neck?"
"Huh?" Nathaniel played it off beautifully, completely still, not a trace of nerves betraying him. "I dunno what the fuck you're talking about, Sammy. I got the stuff here, just gimme a minute - "
"Are you wearin' a fucking wire?"
He didn't miss a beat. "Are you accusing me of being a fucking rat?" He snorted back, in the same incredulous tone. "Don't be an idiot, Sam."
"He is! He is, boys, he's wearing a god damn wire!"
"Calm down, Sammy. Chill the fuck out." The one in the middle reached out, placing a hand on the smaller one's chest, and he shut up; looking disgruntled. "Carello?"
"S'the problem?" Nath had continued to hunt through his bag as though nothing had happened.
"Just lift your shirt up."
"What, you seriously believe this joker? Dude's probably still half-pissed from whatever bar he staggered out of at 2 this afternoon."
"'Course I don't," the guy said wearily. "Just lift it up. No wire, Sammy's an idiot, that's the end of it."
"Jay --"
"Just lift your fuckin' shirt, won't you?"
I saw Nath glance back at me - a smile, a sad little smile on his face. A resigned smile.
And then he ran.
It all happened very quickly after that.
I remembered him making it to the end of the alley; I remember the other three realizing what was happening, and scrambling to pursue him, swearing blue murder. I remember the silver shine of a blade; the image of Nathaniel, dropping to the ground like dead weight; the sound of my own scream, sheer and unending in my ears. I was going to run to him - in fact, I fought to - but Castiel was already there, his arms around my waist, preventing me from moving.
"Eva. Eva, easy. Easy. Calm down."
"No! No - I - have - to - get - to - "
"Hey, hey! Don't, don't go near him, okay? We don't know where those guys are. The cops are on their way."
"The police?" Castiel's words were far away, like they were underwater.
"Yeah. And the ambulance." He sighed heavily, and I realized that he must have foreseen this altercation, this result. And I had put myself right in the middle of it.
How could I have been so stupid?
But the moment that the first police car pulled up at the end of the alley, lights flashing, I elbowed free of Castiel's grip, shooting back down towards where Nathaniel had fallen. By the time I got there, he was already surrounded by policemen - some in uniform, some plain-clothes - a few of which were already kneeling on the ground, attending to a pale and drawn Nathaniel. Despite the fact that he'd been wounded, he managed to give me a shaky smile when he saw me over a cop's shoulder.
"Nath - Oh my God, Nath."
"Eva -"
"No talkin', Nath, save that strength." One of the policemen had balled up Nathaniel's hoodie, and was pressing it hard to the entry wound, putting so much pressure on him I thought he might break a rib or something. "You fuckin' idiot. What were you thinking, taking three of them on at a time like this?"
"Wasn't… thinking," Nath sighed. "They wanted the… money. Oh, that hurts."
"Yeah, no shit. Gettin' stabbed hurts," the cop chuckled, just in time for the sound of loud, abrasive sirens to cut through the tense nighttime.
"Excuse me, excuse me."
"We'll take it from here, Inspector Ward."
The policeman who had been talking - the inspector, rather - rose to his feet, watching wordlessly as the paramedics began to work on Nathaniel instead, ensuring that everything was okay to move him onto a stretcher. And then, they were pulling him up and into an ambulance, slamming the doors behind them, and that was it.
He was gone.
"Well, fuck," Inspector Ward sighed, looking down at his hands. "Anyone got a towel? I'm never gonna get this out of my jeans."
Somewhere, in my drunken, foggy mind, the pieces slotted together. Inspector Ward. Eric Ward. Nathaniel's cop.
Oh, you bastard.
"What are you doing?" I shrieked, and Castiel, who was by my elbow at this point, jumped backwards; but the policeman was seemingly unfazed. "He could be dying in that fucking ambulance and you're worried about your jeans? We have to go follow him!"
"Eva, calm down," Castiel muttered, clearly embarrassed by my outburst.
The cop stared at me with a critical eye. Even in my heels, he was taller than me - a solid 6 foot, if not more, with yellow-brown eyes and short, cropped black hair. His clothing was dark, but certainly civil, which brought with it a certain air of superiority.
"Chasin' after the ambulance isn't gonna make him die any slower," Ward explained. "If he was dyin'. Which he isn't. The knife missed his kidney, his liver, and his lung. By the smell of things, didn't even perforate a bowel. He's gonna be fine."
"He's going to be fine?" I wanted to scream at this man and his nonchalant attitude. "What do you mean, he's going to be fine? He just got fucking stabbed! That's the least fine definition of 'fine' I've ever heard!"
"Yes. I'm aware he got stabbed. I saw the two-inch hole in his abdomen," he replied patiently. "But he'll live. And he'll probably be in surgery for the next ten to twelve hours, so there's no point runnin' down to the hospital like the cavalry when all you're gonna be doing is sitting around until midday, waiting for him to get outta there, alright?"
"Eva. Eva, he's right. Chill out."
"I -" God, I was so full of fear and rage that I was shaking. And Ward continued to watch me under that critical eye, not missing a single thing.
He was right.
Damn it.
But he was the one that had put Nath in this position in the first place. He was the reason that Nath was wearing that wire in the first place. I pressed my lips together, willing myself to find some semblance of composure before I spoke again.
"He was wearing a wire."
"Yeah."
"Your wire."
"Yeah," Ward sighed. "I know. The wire he volunteered to wear. Which you also know."
"He was wearing it for you."
"I can't comment past that, kid. Not since this is an ongoing investigation. But look, I'm gonna need to take a statement from you, considering you witnessed the whole thing first hand. We'll corroborate it with Nathaniel's when he gets outta surgery." There was a pause, and he took one glance at my mutinous expression, before giving a short whistle to grab the attention of a nearby uniform. "Jacobsen, can you take the young lady's statement, please?"
"Yes, Inspector."
And so, that was it.
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6/10/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription
Proverbs 22 - 24
Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. So good to be here with you on this 10th day of June. And today brings this week together to a close and what a week it's been. I'm so glad that you're here and that you have made the Bible a daily part and rhythm of your life. For whatever reason you're here, maybe you're not even believing and subscribing to this whole thing maybe you're just here to check things out I'm so glad that you are I think so many times we have to subscribe to the dialect to the dress code and to the club before we even jump in and join, and I think that's a little bit backwards and not that we have to do any of those things to be here but I would so much you'd rather feel like you belong here in this space, maybe even before you believe, I'm just glad that you're here. I think your story matters of why you're here or how you got here and yet at the same time it doesn't as long as you're here and you are engaged in the Bible. I pray and trust that God will only speak to your heart. So with that being said let's make some space for him to do just that today we're continuing the Book of Proverbs today and as we finish this we're going to pause on the Proverbs with today after today and pick up some other readings and then you'll join Proverbs with China next week. So finishing today with a whole consecutive list of really rich little nugget morsel scriptural practical complimentative things to chew on and carry with us into our living from here forward. Proverbs chapter 22, 23, and 24, and today's the last day will be reading in The New International Version, Proverbs chapter 22.
Prayer
Father we thank you for your word today we thank you for this week that we have had here together in your word. Allowing it to convict us, to change us, to shape us, to mold us from the inside out. That can be such a hard thing to allow the process to happen when we think we have it all worked out. So I pray that we would let down our pride and allow you, almighty God, the creator of us, the one that knows us better than anybody else in the world, to make us into the people that you desire us to be. I thank you for this week and this time that we've had together here. I pray that we would let go of all the things that we cannot take into next week, the things that are not ours to do, the things that are undone, we lay them at your feet and we consecrate this next week to you to be holy yours. And take us to the people that we need to meet face to face, and to the things that need only our attention so that we can be representatives of Jesus Christ to a world in need. We thank you, we love you, and we worship you. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit amen.
Outro
Thank you for this time that I've been able to be here with you this week. What a great week it's been. It's been a joy and an honor I'll leave you now in the very delicate capable yet strong hands of my daughter, oh my love I'm so proud of, and I will see you Lord willing and the creek don't rise the week after next. Until then, I'm Jill, love one another
Community Prayer Line
hi guys it's Ashley in Texas. i heard the young man who called in about his addiction to pornography I was not going to respond because honestly I'm still very ashamed of that addiction that was something I struggled with. I became addicted to pornography at the young age of 12 years old and have only recently felt set free from it. So 25 years I haven't watched pornography in a year I am too afraid to say I am set free from it what I will say is I'm in remission or I've been sober for a year and just the kind of tell you some things that I did the main thing YouTube channel, You made a video about this I started in Etsy and a teacher's Pay Teachers to kind of build some income and that takes up a lot of time obviously. I had a baby so that took up a lot of time something else I did and that's my suggestion number one is to find something that will take up your time so you're not sitting idle and then cuz I don't think that's in the Bible but I don't mind is definitely terrible for pornography them in the name of Jesus so if you ever hear me pray I'm always saying Jesus, Did and that's my suggestion number one is to find something that will take up your time so you're not sitting idle and then cuz I don't think that's in the Bible but the I don't mind is definitely terrible for pornography the second major thing I do is when those thoughts come up on me and they still do I rebuke them in the name of Jesus so if you ever hear me pray I'm always saying thanks to Something else I did and that's my suggestion number one is to find something that will take up your time so you're not sitting idle and then cuz I don't think that's in the Bible but the I don't mind is definitely terrible for pornography the second major thing I do is when those thoughts come up on me and they still do I rebuke them in the name of Jesus so if you ever hear me pray I'm always saying thanks
good morning Daily Audio Bible Community this is Diane Olive and Jeff Brown is 4:00 a.m. on Friday March 26th May 26th I believe 2023, but I'm responding to the reading from May 20th 2023 and I want to join in with Victoria Soldier for her prayers are so powerful and I agree I agree with her if you go and listen to what she had to say she prayed for those who are going through a divorce she prayed for those who don't know Jesus and that there's a place in each she said there's a place in each person's heart that cannot be filled with anything but Jesus my really believe that and so I want to pray for those who are backslid those who are prodigals and those who are the brothers that never do anything wrong but that have lost their hope they are frustrated they're they're being inundated by everything from every side I want to give you hope I want to give you hope like Victoria Soldier gives hope that she understands and comes alongside I want to come alongside all of you who are going through a divorce or a hard time and you just
good morning thank you so I know everybody prayed and I thank you so much to Songbird in Nebraska your precious and very specific yes prayers for no scams happened and it's just the most peaceful soulless written place it's actually pink so in December our marriage had completely just ended and I just kind of had a feeling he was cheating and then when I went to talk with him in April he said that he doesn't want to read anymore books he doesn't want to go anymore therapy doesn't want to go to any coaching I had asked him to go to some coaching with me and it's really work on our individual habits we both have stuff and so I guess like a like a power struggle that's really common and I just had to work through it it's it's very sad she's a married woman prominent woman in the community it's just so sad so I just feel like you misrepresented himself as a as a Christian so that that is unfortunately not my first time and I just I just wanted a family so here we are I am leaving for California here on Thursday Lord willing I get everything packed and tucked into the nooks and crannies of my pilot please pray that I can get that all done so I can leave June 1st as our anniversary so I just want to thank you special prayer request for for me for this house it's just going to be a place of peace love you guys praying with you all
hey dabc family Pam in New Jersey today I can relate as my son finally shared similar information with me recently it's shocking frightening devastating and painful to hear as a mama and feels like someone just threw a grenade at your feet and you're not sure if or when it will explode nor the best way to get you and your loved one to safety but thanks be to God Jacob did reveal that rather than keep it to himself and that you're seeking help our God is at work already and always is good and gracious father in the powerful name of Jesus I'm asking that you please bring peace hope and healing to Jacob surround him Lord And wonderful way his true value in your eyes and just how loved by and precious he is to you and to his family may Heather feel your presence peace support and guidance every step of the way of this Unexpected Journey Through The Shadow Valley you are able and faithful Abba and I thank you for how you're going to bring this all about amen Heather whenever you can please keep us updated I'm praying for you as we all are bye now and I'm calling to say thank you for keeping me in your prayers also just giving you an update nothing is changed I'm exactly where I was when I called in two months ago I am still in a recovery phase for both but God is with me and he is amazing and every day I seem to be learning a little bit more I'm very grateful that you're calling in and that I get to pray with you and I am so grateful for this ministry I love you all bye for now
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I really want to start presenting more masc but I have NO idea where to start so I’m just scrolling through pictures of the most generic men I can find like uh huh uh huh I see I See
#i want So Badly but I could not for the life of me tell you WHAT#Christ maybe I’ll just start dressing like the guy from the you know I had to do it to him meme#like the guy in front of me who researches yachts during class#like a lacrosse player on a non-game day#my senior year of high school there was a whole host of lax players in one of my classes#and they all knew me but I didn’t know a single one of them which I always felt bad about#but I also have severe social anxiety and a marked distrust of lacrosse as both a sport and a concept#anyways the social aspect of dressing doesn’t make much sense to me either on account of most societal convention not making sense to me#which means I feel like I’m taking a double-shot in the dark#my initial instinct is just to do what I want. and for once that seems like the right way to go#so it’s off to the thrift store to buy an obscene amount of button downs I suppose#gender tag#tacit rambles
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pretend || j.ww x reader
Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense
Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)
Word Count: 1.8k
a/n: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )
Masterlist
The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.
“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.
He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”
You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu.
“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”
“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.
“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.
You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”
“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera.
“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips.
“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap.
“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”
“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.
“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”
She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”
She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.
“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.
“A little,” you admitted. “You?”
“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”
You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”
From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead.
“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”
“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”
“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”
“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”
“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.
You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random.
“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”
“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat.
“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”
“Aw, thank you, y/n.”
“You’re welcome.”
“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”
You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”
“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor.
You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.
“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.
“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”
“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”
“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”
“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion.
“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked.
“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”
Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his.
You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”
“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily.
“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”
“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”
You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”
Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself.
“Anyway, moving on.”
You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud.
“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”
You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”
“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”
“Mingyu!”
“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”
You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”
“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler.
“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”
“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”
Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him.
You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset.
His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him.
“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you.
You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts.
“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up.
“I’m not bored.”
“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”
“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”
“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”
Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”
“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”
Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence.
“I know that.”
“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued.
“I know,” he repeated.
“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”
“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.
You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?”
“Y/n,”
“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.
“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”
You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard.
You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there.
Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to.
Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”
You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”
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#HendallReunited
prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty
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Warnings: language, sexual content, angst
Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.
He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.
Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.
The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.
She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.
Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.
The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.
Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.
This time - it was really fucking bad.
The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.
It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.
He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.
At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.
**
Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.
He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.
“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.
“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.
Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.
Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.
Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.
“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.
This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.
He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.
“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.
“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.
“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.
Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.
“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.
He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.
**
Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.
He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.
Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.
She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.
Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!
He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.
Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.
—
Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.
Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.
Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.
They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.
Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.
Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.
He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.
“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.
“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.
She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.
Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.
Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.
“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.
Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.
“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.
She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”
Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.
“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.
“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.
“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.
“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.
He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”
“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.
Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”
Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”
His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.
“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”
Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”
He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.
“You will be, you-“
They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.
“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.
Fucking shit.
**
Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.
But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.
Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.
“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.
They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.
They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.
“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”
She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”
He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.
“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”
Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.
When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.
“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”
He nods, apprehensive.
“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.
Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.
**
The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.
“Where’d Y/N go?”
He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.
“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.
“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.
“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.
“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”
“Harry-“
“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.
All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.
Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.
—
The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.
He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.
Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.
Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.
He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.
“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.
“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.
“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.
Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.
Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.
Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”
Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.
“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.
She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”
“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.
Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.
What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.
“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.
“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.
“I’m goi-“
She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”
The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.
“Baby-“
“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.
He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.
He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.
Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.
He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.
The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.
His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .
“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.
She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.
After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.
He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.
It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.
She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.
That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.
Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”
He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”
Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.
It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.
She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.
He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.
*
He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.
Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.
He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.
There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.
Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.
Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?
He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.
The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.
Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025
With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles
The second one was simple and read across the chest:
I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.
He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.
They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.
“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.
“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.
“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.
Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”
“Want it, wan-“
He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.
“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.
The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.
Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”
He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.
Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.
The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.
One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.
The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.
Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”
She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.
Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”
Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.
It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.
“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.
His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”
The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.
“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.
She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”
“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.
“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”
She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”
Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.
“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”
“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”
Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.
He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.
“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.
“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.
“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.
Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”
Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”
“Okay?” She repeats.
“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.
“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.
It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.
Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.
—-
Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.
“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.
“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.
“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”
Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”
“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.
He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.
“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.
“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.
Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.
“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”
The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”
Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.
“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.
—
Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.
It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.
“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.
“In here!”
Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.
“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”
He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”
“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.
“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”
Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.
Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.
“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.
“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.
“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.
“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.
“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.
“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.
THE END
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Izuku x Male Reader Smut
I'm a dirty slut, so .... yeah
Women DNI please :3
Warnings: you push friend boundaries in the fic but Izuku likes it so it's fine, bottom reader, top izuku, buff tan izuku, big tiddy izuku, God kink apparently, degradation, he calls you puppy, a bit of simp Izuku, breeding kink
Izuku wasn't a simp, okay? He was kind, he was courteous and pleasant to be around! But he always had boundaries with his friends and loved ones. Well....until he met you.
You see, Izuku had a not-so-obvious crush on you (shut it Bakugou). Ever since he met you at UA he kind of let you push any and all boundaries that he had put in place with his friends.
Now don't get the wrong idea! At first, when you both met in your first year at UA it was just little stuff! Like, using his clothes or borrowing a pillow. I mean that's what friends are for right? At least that’s what you told him.
He thought maybe he just needed to chill out and let loose his rules a bit. So you were a little friendlier about how you acted around him as opposed to your other friends, so what?
He could make an exception this once and that would be it!
But then you started getting even more comfortable.
And it was good! He was happy you were comfortable around him! It made his heart fly!
You were being a little touchier with him and it was just friendly stuff. Laying your head on his shoulder and in his lap or even just stroking his hair while you cuddle, but that's fine!
He likes it, he always has and always will!
You ask permission the first time you do these things and how could he resist sitting in the arms of a gorgeous man like you?
Then it stays that way for a while a little after UA.
You get a little bold every once in a while after that but it's nothing he can't handle.
He's working out and doing hero work so he has more things to focus on than his not so little crush anymore.
Even if he stays up at night thinking about all those touches. Thinking about your chapped lips and smooth skin beneath his hands. Thinking about your hands and how much he likes them. Likes them in his hair, massaging his shoulders. How much more he would like them if you tangled them in his hair and pull on it as he's fucking you into his mattress. How much he'd then like it for you to yell and scream his name as he absolutely pounds you into his sheets. How much he wants you to cry and scream his name until the neighbors bring noise complaints and you have a sore throat the next day from it.
So yeah. He doesn't have the time.
Until one night you show up to his door. It's late, almost 4 in the morning, about 2 hours after he comes home from his agency, and he just hears these little knocks on the door. He thinks it's the rain at first until he gets a text from you asking him if he's up and if you could come in.
He's almost dressed and ready for bed but for you, he'd sacrifice any amount of sleep to make sure you're okay at any time of the night.
He opens his door to find you drenched from the rain. And he means soaked. You're shivering in these nice little skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. You're sobbing and your hair is spilling water onto his doormat. "Hey Izuku, is it-is it okay if I come in?"
He can hear just how congested you are, it seems like you've been crying for a while. "Yeah, just let me-let me get you a towel, are you okay?" You start sobbing in front of him and he gives you the towel as he comes back."Never mind, that was obviously a stupid question, come on in and go get a shower."
You're nice and warm by the time you come back to the kitchen, he's made you shower and given you some food. So now you two sit down on his couch and he holds you close to him. he's not saying anything and neither are you, but you know he wants you to talk about it."So, I kinda had a breakdown about some relationship stuff right now." You guys laughed at the obviousness of it.
"Did you want to talk about it?" He looks at you laying down on his chest, tangling your legs with his, in his shirt, in his pants. God he wished you would-
"Kinda, I don't have to if you don't want me to." He shook his head to the sides and you sighed deeply," I knew you would say that, okay, it's kinda embarrassing if I'm being honest."
He laughed at you, "Nothing could be more awkward and embarrassing for me to listen to than when you told me, in detail, about your crush on Bakugou." You contorted your face in distaste at him and he just kept laughing.
"Bakugou is hot and I stand by all that I said asshole." You shook your head. "But I was very embarrassing."
It got quiet again and you put your face in the crook of his neck. "So, I figured out that I ....fuck okay so...." You move back to face him and stare at him in the eyes. "Don't laugh but I realized I only want a sexual relationship with someone at the moment. I started crying because I felt like I'd been lying to myself and I've just been under a lot of stress lately." Your blush is not less bright than his at all and he can't do anything but avoid your pretty little face looking at him than to push you into his chest and look up at his wonderfully beautiful ceiling he's never had the time to admire before this.
"You could have said that to me without the weird eye contact but whatever, go on."
You laugh hysterically, a little high on your emotions, "Okay hear me out. I'm a hero right? And using a loved one as leverage is a very classic villain plan. So I thought that was why I didn't want a relationship. Now I figured out it's just the stress! I want something like that eventually but right now? I just want something with someone to destress."
You move your head up to look at him and he moves his hand away from the back of your head, his emotions are going haywire right now. What is he supposed to say to that??? Do you want him to find someone for you to hook up with or???? And then he realizes-"I am not setting you up with Bakugou-"
"-OH MY GOD SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING." You shake your head and laugh incredulously at him. "I'm allowed to be attracted to people who aren't good for me okay? Is it really that bad?"
Izuku rolls his eyes at you, "Yes. Yes, it is."
You roll your eyes back at him," Whatever that's not what I wanted to ask anyway." you scooch up onto his chest a bit more and put your hands under your chin as you look into his eye with your best pleading face." Would you do me the honor of being my destresser?"
He could explode right now.
Like seriously what?
".....You want me to what now???"
"Would you rather I phrase it differently?"
"To make sure we're on the same page yes-"
"Fuck the stress out of me buff man."
"Jesus Christ." He practically lifts you off of him like a doll,"If you were going to prank me like this," he sets you onto his couch and walks to his bathroom to go wash the heat off his face, "do it over text next time."
You follow him into the bathroom," It's not a prank! I'm for real okay? Look-" he looks puts his head further near the sink, he doesn't want you to see his red face,"-the way I see it is we're both busy as fuck. We both are mature adults looking for something intimate, which you have not found yet may I add, that could both put someone in danger otherwise." He scrubs his face and takes a deep breath, turning his water off and looking at you calmly.
"Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, why me then?" He knows he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but he's not going to do this if it's just for the fun. He wants to actually mean something to you other than someone to fuck. "You could have chosen any one of our other friends. So why me?"
You grab his hands and lift them to your lips,"Izuku, I care about you so much. You're one of my closest and best friends in the entire world and I am so lucky to have you. You have supported me in any way you possibly could, and I hope that I've done the same for you. So I want us to support each other as much as we need in this." You look him in the eyes," Plus you could snap me in half and are one of the only people I could fight that has the stamina to keep going at me."
".....you're so fucking lucky I like you. Fine! Okay fine."
"YES!"
So for the rest of the night(morning?), you two plan out how this is going to work. Rules, boundaries, kinks (by god he's going to need a break), and what times you guy can and can't.
It works well actually. Better than Izuku expected. He's just ecstatic he gets to finally hold you.......until he doesn't.
Now Izuku knows you two discussed boundaries and the fact you can call each other practically any time but for the next week, he seriously couldn't get the mind power to just swallow his fears and call you up. Not to say he wasn't thinking of you, by god he did that every single day even more since then, he just didn't want to bother you.
But then you called him. It was 11 pm and you were very horny. He picked up the phone and immediately just, "Hello?"
"I need you to plow me into my mattress it's been a week, come over as soon as you can, I'll be waiting sir-"
And that was the end of the call. Your house is like 20 minutes away from his but he somehow made it there in 10. He didn't even text you he was coming, so you thought he was busy.
So you were just on your couch, scrolling on your phone until a rushed knock at the door, you opened it, and were immediately kissed on the mouth.
Just a whole ass surprise makeout, he holds you up in his arms and pushes you against the door. You pull away to breathe and just look down to see this large monster of a man pressing his massive chest to yours, heaving so out of breath like he'd just ran a marathon (he practically did). Just staring up at you so desperately, you're not going to lie it was a nice view. You laugh a bit hysterically as he kisses you repeatedly. Then he works his way to your neck, still holding you up with his arms but fondling your chest and ribcage. He nips your neck and sucks so hard you're sure to have some nice little hickies in the morning. You moan as he pulls on your nipples and rubs your pecs in his hands.
Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear him whisper, "Dirty little slut left me with nothing after your little call. Think it was funny?" He kisses your neck again, licking down to your collar bone, "Think it's funny to leave me with nothing? Just the thought of this dirty little pup begging me to come over?"
You moan into a laugh at the fact he seems more desperate for this than you are. "Laughing now are we?" You immediately quiet down, his hands travel to your waist, and grinds his leg into your crotch.
"Oh gods-" He pushes into you again as you moan,"-f-fuck!"
"Damn puppy. Didn't know you had such a dirty little mouth. Why don't you show me how you use that little mouth when I actually get started with you."
He takes you into your bedroom, pressing your hard dick against his own and sucking on your neck even more.
You pant heavily onto his shoulder shaking from anticipation as he brings you into your room.
He pushes you down on the bed into a folded missionary position. You're hazy and in hysterics, as he talks more, "God, look at you! What a fucking slut for me. Come on puppy look me in the eyes and tell me what you want."
You look up and his smile is devious. It's alluring. He's practically ravishing you with his eyes. He’s taking your clothes off and feeling you up, “Your tastey skin, so smooth and soft. Do you know what I’m gonna do to it puppy?” Your head is swimming with full unbridled warmth and lust, you can’t even respond so he takes your face in his hands and makes you look at him,” I’m gonna mark you up so well, give you all the hickies and bites I want to put on you until you’re barely unbruised. How does that sound?”
You yell out, “Yes! YES! Puppy will be good for you please? Want it so bad.” He laughs at your responses, leaving your naked body vibrating on the bed and he moves away to take his own clothes off. His toned muscles flexing without meaning to as he takes his shirt and pants off of himself. Sliding his boxers down his toned calfs.
You stay laying there, letting out hysteric laughs and panting as he stretches you out with his fingers. And he keeps his promise, biting and niping all over your thights and stomach. You fall from your hysterical high as he pulls his mouth away until he takes your dick in his mouth and you’re pushed all the way back up the hill, arching your back and crying out for him as you grab the head board.
God you haven’t been so sensitive since you don’t even remember when. He’s sucking you off and his fingers are reaching just the right spots in you. Sliding onto his fingers down to the knuckle of his pointer and middle finger, flexing and massaging just the right spot, just until he takes a deep breathe. Then he takes all of you into his mouth and presses down on your most sensitive spot,” OH GOD, FUCK! Yes~ IZUKU PLEASE, I’M CUMMING!”
You cream into his mouth so hard. He pulls himself up off the mattress and off your dick once he finished sucking it all out of you. He licks the rest off his lips and hums in delight,” You taste better then I’ve ever imagined.” Ah, you blush so red as he said this. You think to yourself, he was just saying it for dramatic effect. For the moment! It couldn’t possibly be true....
God if only you knew how true that is from him.
He pulls some of the excess cum off your dick and you shiver a bit at his fingers grazing your tip. His magic hands. And he brings them to lube his dick back up,” Gonna fill my puppy with their own cum, how about it, slut?”
His eyes are crazy, this is a whole new side of Izuku you’ve never seen from him. And by the gods above are you excited to see it.
He presses your legs down so they’re almost flat by your arms and climbs up halfway atop your thighs. He slides himself into you and,” f-f-UCK!” He’s fucking huge.
Your partners have been quite average in the past. Nothing to scoff at but not as big as Izuku. You feel lightheaded as he pushes himself all the way in. “Look at you, my pathetic little puppy, breaking on my dick. Not even halfway there pup, but I’ll be nice this time.” He stops and you thank god and curse at him as well. You feel like you’re gonna be ripped apart yet you still crave so much more.
He gives you a second to catch your breathe, then he leans over, presses your legs farther, and starts pounding into your pretty little hole. Absolutely destroying your insides. You’re crying and whimpering and all it does is drive him to go faster and harder. To milk all those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth. You’re crying on his dick and it fuels his ego,” You’re crying already? God look at you, so pretty and stupid on my dick. Such a good useless pup. Never had dick this good. Are you seeing god or something pup?”
His smirk is returned with teary eyes looking up at him, drooling at him,” Ye-ugh fUck-yes God, love your dick so much.” Oh fuck. That’s new.
It was so hot, imagining you praying and worshipping “your God’s” dick. Izuku being rode by you as you cry out for your God.
He laughs hard and leans down to get a better grip on the sheets, stopping for a moment, and then pounding you into the mattress. It felt like he was trying to hammer you down into the mattress to press you hard enough you’d become one with it. “That’s right baby! Ahaha! You feel so good I’m your god? My little puppy’s so dumb on their god’s dick right?”
You cry out to him, repeating over and over,” God! My God! Please god!” And you cum hard, over and over on his dick for the rest of the night. Orgasming and being fucked through your over sensitivity again and again and again until dawn. He finally gives in after getting his fill of filling you up.
God, he was definitely the right one to go to.
And all Izuku could think about you as he cleaned up and got ready to go to sleep with you was how fucking thankful he was you broke all his boundries for him. And accepting the fact that yes, he is the biggest simp for you.
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-Laika
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Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]
To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today.
Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?
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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link
Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]
Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]
Genshin: University AU [V1]
Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]
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Diluc
What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins.
Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting.
He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.
“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.”
Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]
Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time.
She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.
She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell.
“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.”
Kaeya
Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes?
But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath.
He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question.
“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”
Jean
Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected.
She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand.
She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?
“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”
Childe
First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.
He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that.
He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you.
“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”
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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha.
Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night.
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