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omg hi , I have a request for you . I was just thinking this , I dont know if you want to do it but I was thinking maybe the reader is a guess in one of they podcast and they daughter comes in the room and interrupt them or maybe they son comes up and its worried about his sister cause she is sad or upset or did something bad. Or maybe they doing a podcast and they hear a loud bang and it was they kids . They kids are around like maybe 6 or 8 years old. I dont know I just thought of that and that hey maybe you would love it . also love your writing so much .

Podcast with a twist - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - throw up, fluff, sickness

disclaimer: i just made up a podcast topic this isn’t actually a topic

i also know they ending the podcast but like ntm on it. 3rd person pov

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6:05pm

“Alright, good evening campers. Today we have a special but not new guest on today’s podcast, Y/n Sturniolo!” Nick introduces.

Y/n let’s out a laugh, playing with her fingers. “Hello, guys. Happy to be here.” She says shyly, Matt looking at her in adoration.

Everyone let’s out a small chuckle.

“So on our instagram story we asked you guys what questions you have for Y/n. So, Chris will start.” Matt said, giving Y/n a small smile as Chris began to read.

Chris looks off his phone, “Y/n, are you a stay at home mom? and if you aren’t what do you do for work?” Chris read.

Y/n took in a breath, “Well, i actually work from home but i am a journalist. I have lots of articles published that you can read on losangelesnews.com. I also do have an office but i prefer to work at home.” She smiles.

Matt gives her a small wink which wouldn’t go unnoticed by viewers but he didn’t mind.

“Alright, next question. This is kind of for Matt and Y/n. What made you pick Estrella and Mailo for names?” Nick asked.

Y/n looked at Matt, expecting him to answer first.

Matt gives Y/n a nod to start first though.

“Uh- so yo hablo español y estoy hispanic, soy de Puerto Rico. Anyway, quise to do something with a star. Therefore Estrella means star in spanish, porque Ella es mi star and will always be.” Y/n answers, smiling.

yo hablo español y estoy hispanic, soy de puerto rico: i speak spanish and im hispanic, im from puerto rico.

quise: I wanted

porque ella es mi: because she is my

(i’m saying puerto rico because i’m puerto rican but if you are hispanic or latina you can fill in for wherever you are from.)

Matt smiles and nods, “I agree. She’s both our stars.”

Chris and Nick share a look before Chris speaks up, “I only understood maybe half of what you said but that’s sweet.”

Y/n laughs, “It’s okay, Chris.” She says, running a hand through her hair.

“What about Mailo? Where’d you guys come up with that?” Nick asked, looking between Y/n and Matt.

“I wanted something simple but different, so Mailo is a simple name just spelled differently.” Matt shrugged, making Chris and Nick nod.

Chris then went to ask another question, “So, Y/n when-”

“Mommy!” Mailo calls out, running in the podcast room and around the table to where Y/n was sitting.

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, “Que pasa, hijo?” She asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

que pasa, hijo: what’s wrong, son?

“I think Estrella is upset, she’s not talking to me.” Mailo said, hugging Y/n’s knee.

Y/n sighed, “Okay, I can go check on her after, sweetheart, me and daddy are busy, baby-”

“No! Now! Mommy!” Mailo started to stomp, shaking Y/n’s knee.

“Mailo, buddy, relax.” Matt said, sternness to his voice, enough to make Mailo calm down.

Y/n rubbed her forehead, “Sorry, guys. I’m gonna go check on my daughter.”

Matt nodded, responding first. “It’s okay, go baby.” He said.

Y/n smiled and Mailo took her hand as they left the room.

Y/n walked into the living room seeing Ella on the couch, holding her stomach.

“Ella? Estás bien?” Y/n asked her four year old, walking over and sitting on the couch.

Estás bien?: are you okay?

Estrella lets out a soft whimper, Y/n now noticing the tears down Ella’s face. “Me duele el estomago, mommy.” She lets out a soft cry.

me duele el estómago: my stomach hurts

“Alright, baby. Come on, let’s go lay down.” Y/n told her, grabbing her hand.

She left out another soft cry, making Y/n give her a sad smile and pick her up. “Okay, mommy’s got you.” Y/n cooed as they started to walk up the stairs and to Matt’s old room since they weren’t home.

Y/n then placed Ella down on the bed before she made a weird sound, indicating she was about to throw up.

Y/n immediately backed up, rushing to get the trash can but it was too late as Ella leaned over the side of the bed and threw up on the floor.

Y/n let out a sigh.

Estrella finished rubbing her mouth with her hand.

“Okay, Ella, don’t do that, hold on, baby, let me clean you up.” Y/n said, going to the bathroom before coming back with a wet wash cloth.

She steps over the throw up on the floor and sits on the bed, Ella was sitting there crying as she wiped her own tears. “I’m sorry, mama!” Ella cried.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” Y/n hushed, taking the wet washcloth and wiping ella’s face and hands. “Arms up, lovey.” Y/n said, signaling she was gonna change Ella’s shirt for her.

Y/n was grabbing another shirt when the door opened.

“Hey, is everything alr- woah. Someone threw up.” Matt said, looking away at the sight.

“Yes, your daughter did.” Y/n said, a little grumpiness in her tone as she put another shirt on Ella.

Y/n leaned down and kissed Ella’s head as Ella started to fall asleep.

“Can one of you lay down with me?” Ella asked softly, her eyes still closed.

Matt looked at me, i nodded, signaling him to lay down with her while i get stuck cleaning the throw up.

Matt smiled and got on the bed, taking Ella’s small body in his arms, kissing her head and rubbing her back.

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this was lazy but i just wanted to get ts out

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1004tyun-archive · 1 year

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❥ territorial

✿ pairing: taehyun x noona!reader

✿ summary: someone from your past shows up when you least expect it and taehyun doesn't take too kindly to the way they talk to you, so he takes you home with the intention of showing both you and the world just who you belong to

» this is an informal sequel to late bloomer ♪

✿ genres: non-idol au, established relationship, smut

✿ warnings: possessive taehyun, soft dom! taehyun, daddy kink (NOT ddlg, don't get it twisted), dacryphilia, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation

✿ word count: 2.5k words

✿ a/n: hello everyone! ^_^ with how well late bloomer has been received, i figured i would make a nice little contained sequel-ish fic! i hope you enjoy~ ♡

It’s another romantic date weekend. This time you’re seated in one of the restaurants you’ve always wanted to go to, but could never afford. So of course, Taehyun decided to book a reservation as soon as he heard you mention it once in passing.

The dark ambiance is soothing and sensual, but as you and Taehyun play footsies underneath the table like lovesick teenagers and exchange playful glances, you want nothing more than to get the check and get him alone.

“Was it everything you expected?” Taehyun asks, taking another sip of wine.

“Everything and more,” you respond, chin resting on your palm. “I think I love it even more because you’re here.”

Taehyun smiles at you, shy and boyish and butterflies fill your stomach.

You can’t get out of this crowded, overpriced restaurant soon enough.

The moment you step outside, you’re greeted by the warm, summer evening air. You revel in the happiness you feel whenever you’re with Taehyun. All you’re doing is walking to your car while linking pinkies and yet, the butterflies won’t stop.

“Y/N?”

Your heart stops and those butterflies come to a screeching halt.

You know that grating voice anywhere and the last place you wanted to hear it was during a date. You can feel your mood quickly souring.

“Hi, Youngjae,” you say unenthusiastically.

“I hardly recognized you. You don’t usually look so… sexy.”

The older man looks you up and down and you can already see where this is going. You don’t hesitate to grab Taehyun’s hand and pull him toward the car.

“If I knew you had a body like that, I would’ve smashed a long time ago,” he yells after you.

Taehyun whips his head around, his grip on your hand loosening as he stomps towards the other man.

“Excuse me?” he says.

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab Taehyun’s hand and continue to the car. The air in the car is nothing short of tense and suffocating.

“Who was that?” Taehyun asks.

You sigh, “An old co-worker. We used to work the night shift together, and he’d always say the stupidest shit to get a rise out of me. Don’t bother getting angry about him, he’s just a weirdo.”

“He’s more than a weirdo,” Taehyun says tersely. “Did you hear the way he was talking about you?”

“Ignoring him is a lot easier than playing into whatever stupid jokes he’s telling.”

Taehyun looks doubtful, but you’re not sure how else to convince him.

“Tae, we don’t even work together anymore. The chances of me running into him again are slim to none.”

“That’s not the problem. It’s the fact that he thought that was okay to say to you in the first place. That guy has no concept of boundaries.”

The rest of the drive back to Taehyun’s place is silent. You’re definitely not going to hear the end of this when you get back.

An hour passes and you can just feel Taehyun stewing in his own irritation even as you sit on opposite sides of the couch together in your pajamas. He has the habit of sucking the air out of a room whenever something bothers him.

“Don’t tell me you’re still upset,” you sigh.

“How could I not be? You’re taking this a lot better than I am. How long has he been saying things like that to you? Can’t he take a hint?”

“Tae, just leave it. I don’t wanna think about that creep anymore. Let’s enjoy the rest of our night. Please?”

You jump on Taehyun’s lap and hug him and he wraps his arms around your waist. He starts to succumb to you, no puppy eyes required this time around.

“Fine,” he says, softness in his voice. “He was right about one thing, though. You do look sexy,” he says, hands traveling up your waist as he kisses you.

You sigh as you feel his tongue and his teeth graze your skin. He lightly bites your neck and leaves a few hickies in his wake.

You yelp when Taehyun suddenly gets you on your back and hovers over you. He pauses to look at you for a moment, taking in your form.

“He doesn’t get to see you like this,” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Or kiss you like this,” he kisses your inner thigh, trailing kisses all the way up to your panties. He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric, pulls your panties to the side, and licks a long strip against your folds. “Or taste you like this.”

You gasp as he lightly tugs at your lips with his teeth and kisses your pussy.

Your fingers thread through his hair as he continues to lick and kiss your folds.

“Tastes so good,” he moans and your heart skips a beat. You’ve been in this same position before, same location and everything, but something about him saying that makes your heart swell.

He hand slides under your slip dress and over your bare stomach to squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You decide to play with the other breast, pinching your nipple and watching as Taehyun devours you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your hips buck upward when he sucks your pussy.

“Oh, fuck…!” you moan. You can feel Taehyun smirk against your skin. He must feel like he’s hit the jackpot because he continues to do it, sucking your folds and licking your core in long strokes.

He pulls away from your core and, for a moment, you think he’s done with you, but your eyes widen when you watch him spit on your pussy, the saliva leaving his lips in a thick string and falling right onto your already dripping core.

He returns to your pussy, the flat of his tongue gliding against your folds and flicking against your clit. You’re seeing stars and you can barely form words as he devours your pussy so sloppily, so noisily. The living room is full of the sounds of him licking and sucking your pussy, and the salacious moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

He moans against your skin like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you, pressure building in your hips to the point where it’s painful.

Before you can even warn him of your approaching orgasm, you come undone, back arching off of the couch and your grip on his hair tightening.

Taehyun is relentless on your pussy, flicking his tongue against your clit as you writhe through the waves of pleasure, unable to escape the bruising grip he has on your hips. He latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it as you cum, sending another successive orgasm ripping through you.

He takes his time lapping up every drop of your arousal as you come down from your high. He lifts his head up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and licks his lips.

“Can you make it to the bed?” he asks. You’re a little jarred at him asking so soon, but you slowly stand up, wobbling as you do so.

“Sure. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly though,” you laugh, then scream when Taehyun suddenly scoops you up into a bridal carry.

“I got you,” he says with a confident smile. Your heart is hammering away in your chest as you cling to him.

You fall onto the bed and watch Taehyun peel his shirt off. By the time his shirt hits the floor, he’s on the bed and his lips are already on yours. He orders you to lift your hips up and you do exactly that, heat rising in your cheeks as he rolls your panties off of your body.

He’s quick to return to your lips, kissing you deeply. You’re squeezing your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. Taehyun takes notice of this and rubs his fingers against your core. You break from the kiss, panting as a string of saliva cascading from your lips.

“Taehyun,” you whine. “I-It’s not enough. I need more…”

“More? What do you mean?” Taehyun tilts his head and you feel yourself get embarrassed. He knows exactly what you mean, both you and him know this, but he loves to get you to say exactly what you want.

“I need you…”

“What do you need from me, princess?” he slides his fingers up and down against your folds, you jolt when the pads of his fingers graze past your swollen clit.

“I need your cock inside me,” you whine. “Please, baby.”

“So needy…” Taehyun says softly, suppressing a smile. He retracts his fingers from your core and you notice them glistening with your arousal. He licks his fingers clean and gets you on your back, surrounded by soft pillows and supported by the softness of his mattress.

Taehyun aligns the tip of his already leaking cock against your core and you suck in a breath. He isn’t even inside you yet but you feel like you’re finally being put out of your misery.

He slips the tip into you, and that’s enough to send chills down your spine. He pulls out and pushes the tip back in over and over, relishing in your wetness and the way your pussy clenches around him and sucks him in. You moan in frustration and he holds back a smile.

“Taehyun, please…” you whine.

“Hm, not yet,” he says. “I wanna play with you a little longer. You’re a big girl, Y/N. You can take it, can’t you?”

You nod, tears already brimming your eyes. You’re not sure you can take this teasing any longer, but the sooner you feel him inside you, the better.

He pushes a little further past his tip and you feel a familiar pressure in your hips.

You whimper, “P-Please, daddy!”

Taehyun sits back and suddenly, it’s like something in him changes. Like a fire has been ignited inside him.

“Oh, you want daddy’s cock?”

You nod, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyun slides his cock against your folds, covering himself in your wetness. You throb as he grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest.

“Good girl, so patient,” he coos, before finally pushing his entire length into you. You scramble for purchase, your nails digging into Taehyun’s strong forearms. Your body feels like it’s engulfed in burning white hot pleasure.

“Does daddy make you feel full?” he breathes.

“Mhm, d-daddy’s cock makes me feel so full,” you say and you feel Taehyun’s cock twitch hard inside you.

He pistons in and out of you, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips.

“I’m the best you’ll ever have, aren’t I, princess?” he whispers as he pounds into you.

“M-Mhm, you’re… th-the best,” you babble.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, aren’t I?”

You can barely form words, pleasure overtaking every cell in your body and turning your brain to mush.

“Poor baby can hardly speak,” he says in a such a sweet, yet mocking tone. “Is daddy making you feel that good?”

He thrusts faster and you can feel your orgasm coming at you like a speeding train. You dig your nails into Taehyun’s forearms, leaving crescent indents in his skin. A string of curse words spill from your lips as you come undone all over his cock.

You’re given but a moment’s reprieve before you’re suddenly shifted from your back to your side. Taehyun props your knee up on his shoulder. Your pussy clenches hard around his cock, and you bury your face in the nearest pillow.

You expect him to slow down for you, but you’re immediately proven wrong when he pushes into you and bottoms out. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as Taehyun starts to move, you feel that familiar coil tighten in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I can’t…!” you cry.

“You can do it. Come on, give it to me,” Taehyun pants and you squeak as his firm hand smacks your thigh. You flinch at the stinging impact of his hand on your flesh, but it only adds to the overwhelming, dizzying pleasure.

“Want me to cum inside?”

You frantically nod, it’s all you have the brain power to do at this point.

“Beg for it, then. Beg for me to paint your pretty walls with my cum, princess.”

“P-Please, daddy,” you sputter. “Please give me your cum, please fill me up, please! I need it!”

“Anything for you,” you can’t see him but you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. His tempo increases and you can feel his hips stutter against you.

“So damn pretty when you cry, baby,” he says with a moan. “You’re— mm, so cute. I want to see my pretty baby cry on my cock.”

You turn you head so that Taehyun can see your entire face, tears running down your face. You grip the sheets so tightly, crying as the pressure builds in your lower stomach. Your body stills as the last of your energy is sapped from you. In the dizziness of your orgasm, you feel Taehyun’s cum fill you up.

Despite being spent, you still feel a little sad when you feel Taehyun pull out.

“Princess, you got the bed all wet,” he admonishes you so softly. You know he doesn’t mean it by the way his eyes glitter.

“My messy princess…” he whispers, sliding his fingers against your wet folds. You shrink into yourself and shut your legs, completely embarrassed. Taehyun doesn’t let you shy away, opening your legs back up and playing with your pussy. You shudder under his touch and turn away.

“Don’t be shy, you know I like to look at you,” he says, which only serves to make you more flustered. “Do you have any idea how lucky I feel? I’m the only one who gets to see this.”

You can’t imagine you look super good right now with mascara running down your cheeks. But Taehyun leans down to kiss you on the cheek anyway and lovingly cups your face.

“You did so well,” he says. He falls beside you on the bed, immediately searching for your hand and holding it in his. “You’ve never called me daddy before. I think I like it.”

“I like it too,” you say with a sigh. “But you know what I like even more?”

“What?”

“Being able to feel my legs.”

Taehyun chuckles, “I went a little overboard, huh?”

“Eh, just a little,” you snuggle into Taehyun’s side and he pulls you closer.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How does a bath sound? We can have the plum liquor you brought last week too.”

“Sounds perfect… daddy.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Black Light 7

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You back up as the men enter your house. It feels a bit like an intrusion but you're welcoming them right in, aren't you? Besides, your mother would kill you if she got home and the couch was still there. It's an in and out job. Oo, thinking of it like that makes it feel dangerous, like you're a spy. Or a hit man.

Well, you're not the one doing all the work.

August lets out a heavy breath as his eyes rove subtly around the space. He barely keeps from knocking over an oval frame with his hand as he passes the corner table and he turns to glower down at your graduation photo. Admittedly, your make up had been a bold choice for that one.

The two men approach the couch as you stand back. Lee tisks as he eyes it up. He grabs the middle cushion and pulls it off, then the next, and the last. He leaves them on the floor as he approaches one end of the couch. August mirrors him with a dull gaze, unimpressed by the task before him.

"On three," Lee directs.

"Just lift the damn thing," August growls.

The man lurch the couch up with less effort than you expect. Wow, so strong. You stand aside as they angle it around and through the wide archway. You give a nervous smile to Lee as he nods his head at you but the other man refuses to look in your direction.

"Oh, I can get the cushions," you scurry past and flit into the living room.

You grab two cushions and try to manage the third but they all flop to the floor. You try again, and again. You sigh as you hear an annoyed growl and you settle on just grabbing the two end cushions.

You go to the door as the men twist the couch to get it onto the porch. Their advance is slow and you wait behind August, his size even more obvious the closer you are. You get an idea but think better of it. He wouldn't appreciate the impromptu pillow fight, would he?

"Hey, what's taking so long?" Hottie's voice comes from behind you.

"Oh, uh," you turn to face her, "they're just tryna--"

"Not this jackass," she flips her sunglasses up and stomps down the hall, "hey fucker! You stalking her now? Fuckin' creep--"

August gives a confused hum and cranes his head over his shoulder. You keep Hottie at bay with the cushions, herding her back as she attempts to elbow her way past you. You move side to side, blocking her.

"They're just taking the couch--"

"Easy story, they're casing the joint?"

"Casing the joint?" August harrumphs as he gets past the doorframe, "dumb girl."

"Hey," you spin and smack him with a cushion, "she's not dumb, you are!"

"Don't do that," he warns.

"This is my house and she's my friend. Take the couch then, you big... you big.... lug!"

"Lug?" He scoffs as he tilts the couch, Lee grunting as he guides it down the front steps.

"Don't threaten her," Hottie storms forward, bumping into your shoulder.

"Go take some more molly," August snarls.

"What the fuck did you say?" Hottie barks and you block her again.

"Fucking girls," August sneers as he comes down to ground level.

"Leave em be," Lee tuts, "we got the couch, let's get on."

"You better," Hottie retorts.

"Now, don't be eggin' him on, little lady."

"I don't fucking buy it," Hottie blares, "this isn't a fucking coincidence--"

"Please," you turn to her, "they're leaving."

She looks at you and her anger slowly softens to regret. She shrugs, "fine."

"Alright," you exhale and spin, skipping down the steps with the cushions. "Here."

You run over as they get the couch in the truck bed. You hold out the cushions and August turns with a scowl. He snatches them, nearly taking you off your feet. You recoil and set your heels. Hottie rushes over with the last cushion and whips it at his face.

"Don't forget that one, dickwad," she snips, "now get the hell out of here."

He snorts and throws the cushions in with the couch. He takes the last one from the ground and hurls it over his shoulder so it lands with the other.

"Gladly," he rolls his eyes.

Hottie grabs your arm and urges you back. August shakes his head and struts up the side of the truck as Lee shuts the back. He nods at you, "good to do business with ya ladies."

You can see the dimple in his cheek, as if he might laugh. He goes up the passenger's side and gets in, the motor rumbling to life as August cranks into gear. Hottie retreats, still latching on as she moves you out of the way of the truck's tail as it veers away from the curb.

You pout as you watch the couch bounce with the trucks motion and you puff out.

"Ugh, what a butt," you frown.

"That's putting it lightly," Hottie crosses her arms, "why didn't you come get me?"

"I.. I don't know. They were just taking the couch."

"Hmm," she looks down the street once more, eyes narrow and words unsaid written above her brow, "do me a favour, if you see that jackass again, run in the other direction."

"Yeah, don't think he's coming back," you shrug, "I like to think someone's insides don't always match their outsides but that grumpy puss is testing me."

"Oh, and if you do see him sniffing around, call me," she heads back to the house and you spin to follow her.

"Oh trust me, I got no room for him on my dreamboard."

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Imagen being in like a abandoned place with Steve and a demodog is running after him and you're nowhere near that and you just hear Steve scream your name so you try as fast as possible to get to him and you straight up just tackle it to the ground ans somehow kill it (I don't remember how they did that) and just go "are you okay?" And Steve is in complete shock and is like wdym am I okay are YOU okay

Steve Harrington x reader

Steve used to not call for anyone’s help. He didn’t think anyone would, or should, care for Steve specifically enough. He wasn’t anyone’s main priority. That they shouldn’t waste effort, when he deserved some pain. Not when it could risk others getting hurt. Even though, in his heart, he knew his friends would be fine, even if they did risk some to come help him. Because his friends were strong, better than him in a lot of aspects. Mostly, Steve Harrington just didn’t think he was worth it.

But now he has you. You changed all of that for him.

“Y/N!” Steve screamed, yelling as he lay helplessly under the demodog, one thick piece of bark, a branch the monster had smashed off of a tree while trying to attack Steve, wedged between its teeth of its awful split open face, that Steve was holding with all his strength. His arms trembling as he tried to hold the beast at arms length, and it kept ravaging through the wood.

Steve was trying to kick it from below, but it was only making it angrier. Steve couldn’t go anywhere, it’d already chased him down. He was stuck on the floor, landing a kick to its stomach, but only making the sounds from above his face more traumatising. As it’s disgusting drool, and blood from who knows what, dripped down Steve’s neck, agonisingly slowly.

Steve could feel in his throat like he was crying, but no tears ever came. Blood from other gashes of the night seared, as Steve thrashed against the floor. It’s rows of teeth gnashed against the side of Steve’s wrist, as he forced the bark into its mouth, Steve’s heart pounding in his ears, too loudly for him to hear any other monsters around.

“Y/N!!!” Steve screamed again. Loudly yelling for you. Feeling that pain in his throat once more. It was the only thing Steve could think to say. Now he knew to call you for help. He knew that you’d come help him. And a feared groan left his lips, as he tried kicking at the beast one more time. His body position awkward, arms strained and wobbling, and the monster further up his body, clawed feet right by Steve’s chest, and pushing down on that stick harder, as a sob shot out Steve’s throat. All his muscles tensed, his body still fighting, thrashing, those few seconds after he’d screamed your name.

The beasts face was right over Steve’s the entire time, who was sunk on the floor. And then, it’s head just got bigger. As it’s face exploded somehow more, a chilling shriek roared through it, while Steve yelled in terror, right under the demodog’s body.

Suddenly, a foot was under the demodog’s ‘jaw’, and kicking strongly upwards. The creature was shot to the floor, stick lodged in its mouth, leaving Steve vulnerable.

Until that same dark boot, stomped on the demodogs neck. A sickening crunch was heard, as the creature became limp, twitching. Steve looked up, as he saw you stomp yet again on the things neck, twisting your foot until the crunching sound was stomach churning. And until it’s neck, became just as limp, as it’s lifeless body.

As Steve managed to sit up, panting, he just stared at you. You were sweating, panting hair away from the edges of your face. Your chest heaving, as you gave a kick to the things body, a gruff blowing past your lips... and exuding power.

When you see Steve on the floor, you entire demeanour changes. And worry floods through your face, and body. You run over to him, crouching by his side, your hands reaching out for Steve’s at the same time his do.

“Are you okay?!” You help him up by his hand, holding his wrist as you get Steve steady on his feet. As soon as he was up, as Steve was in front of you, alive, your mind overran with anxiety and relief at the same time. You checked Steve’s face by cupping it, feeling his heated cheeks beneath your hands, covered in a sticky layer of sweat. As he just stared at you, eyes so soft. Your boy so soft, still.

Your hands cupped his neck, then raced to lay over his chest, where you could feel his heart beating strongly against it. Holding his ribs, his waist. Your eyes checking his body all over for any new injuries, his face for emotional pain, while your free hand supported his back. Both finally resting over his shoulders when Steve placed his on yours, and you heard your boyfriend finally speak up, alright.

Steve was breathless. Having to catch up on what happened, what he’d just seen. What he’d seen you do, after you came to save him. His eyes were wild, blinking madly. “Are you okay?!?” He repeated. Unsure how you even could be after... after that!

“Yeah.” You panted, nodding as you sucked a quick breath in, having to swallow before you could speak again. But both of you slightly more natural now you knew each other was safe, in your hands. “I was just with Nancy and Robin and- I heard you so I came. What happened? Did it bite you? Are you okay?” You were still worriedly checking over him, just a little less frantically this time. You saw the new small mark on his wrist, but Steve took both of your wrists up into his hands before you could react. “Yeah I’m okay. Promise.” Steve brought your hands up to his face, kissing them.

Only then could you breathe. The touch doing amazing things to calm you. As well as looking into Steve eyes, properly. Not just a check, not looking at the corpse of some upside down monster you just murdered, but looking straight into your loves, always warm, eyes.

Clearly what was on your mind was on his too, because you both reached to hug each other at the same time. Steve held you tight, and you gripped onto him like you never wanted to let go again. What a stupid idea to split up, you hated Steve’s ideas, you’d never let him have an idea again! You hugged him closer.

For just a few seconds, Steve could feel you grasping onto him with all your might, as if you’d never leave his side again. Not just out of desperation, and love, but strength, and protection. Safe, because you were holding onto him. And Steve could rest his face against yours. Breathing you in. Breathing, because of you, in so many ways. Just drinking in your scent, and feeling your head bob his own with your heavy breath, your skin so hot under his, as he squeezed his arms just that much tighter around you, arms still shaking from effort. One dry tear finally slipped.

When Steve pulled back, his face had grown unsure again, ever constantly worried. His fingers reached over to flick some hair over your shoulder, his hands still staying securely around you though. “Are you sure? No weapon or anything. I mean, you just used your foot.” Steve could not comprehend how you’d just kicked that monstrous’s creatures jaw, somehow finding ‘it’ with a face like that, and broken its neck, and somehow that plan worked, and you were totally fine? Steve was often scared the universe would never let you be fine, if only to punish him.

“Yeah maybe I should’ve,” brought a weapon in case, you meant, “but I just acted fast! And I guess that was good enough this time.” You couldn’t bring yourself to smile, but you nodded supportively. A tilt to your head accompanying your higher pitched voice as you half shrugged to your boyfriend, pleading eyes almost for him to just agree with you in this case. “At least it was a little one!”

“A- a little one!” Steve was shocked.

Your face drained. “Not that I’m saying you were-!”

“No no I get that. But babe, don’t undersell yourself.” Steve gripped your shoulders differently this time, and god were you glad to feel some of his strength coming back into him. And see that rush on his face that you were sure yours was beginning to match. “That was- a literal monster!”

You laugh, it just bursts out your lungs. You weren’t even sure you were gonna do it, but a wide smile was cracking on your face, and a laugh shot out of Steve too, and- oh. Had your heart been going that fast this entire time?

But then a screech permeated the air, and both your heads shot into the small woods behind you, in the clearing of picnic benches you stood at.

Your heads turned from behind, to each other, both pairs of hands still holding biceps and shoulders from your hug. Steve looked at you, and that worry was clear again. Something much deeper under his brown eyes, as you both took in what the sound of that screech meant, and you knew you’d need to handle it. Looking at him this way, knowing he was going straight into battle without a show of fear, but from that look in his eyes when that shriek rang out, you knew you’d definitely be talking about his traumas with him once this was all over.

Steve pulled you in closer, one arm bringing you in front of his chest, as his eyes flickered between the source of the sound, and the dead creature that could have been him a few feet away. “C’mon. We need to get back to Robin and Nance, make sure they’re okay.” He planned out, rubbing your shoulder up and down, even though it wasn’t a particularly cold evening.

You agreed, taking Steve’s hand, mostly to give and share some comfort, as he pulled you in close. Both of you hurrying towards where you’d left Robin and Nancy, keeping an eye out for any movement in the clearing as you did so.

You picked up one not heavy enough to be cumbersome, but possibly useful, rock, and Steve kept a look out for anything else. Even though that branch had been from a body slam of a demodog, and even it had barely detered the creature, he could do with something in his hands, so he could protect you, and himself. At least until he got back to his trusty bat, which he’s sure Robin or Nancy must’ve found by now.

But Steve looked at you, almost flexing that rock like a weight, your eyes so focused, yet still holding his hand, as you both traipsed back to your meeting point. And as Steve recalled the memory of you clearing that demodog... Steve suddenly realised why you’d once joked he looked sexy sweating and covered in blood. The power definitely wowed him.

And, even though Steve would never put you in harms way first, he also wouldn’t mind seeing it again. At least he knew, like you’d told him so many times, and like he was yet again assured as you kept his hand entwined and close, that he could count on screaming at the top of his lungs, and calling you for help. That you’d be there for him. Always.

And that you’d annihilate anything that tried to harm Steve with your bare fucking teeth if given the chance.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington angst #Steve Harrington fluff #1.9k #stranger things #Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington hurt/comfort #Steve Harrington drabble #ask #anon

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analviel · 7 months

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I see a lot of examination and discussion of how Shen Jiu had the setting/backstory of a protagonist, could've been a protagonist if not for a twist of fate, and in a way his shape is still a protagonist when SY literally piloted his body- but not. (I think we all get hung up a lot bcs he didn't become protag like he deserves but he also didn't become a full on villain, who's still a protag of his own story, but just a scum villain because of the misunderstanding, somewhere along the way something happened and held him back in that in-between place, unable to tip over completely one way or another.)

It's often brought up that he's undergone his own blackening into a scum villain and I think about that a lot, but you know, his settings never actually trailed off too far from the protagonist setting, with the 'from the lowest to the highest' template- idk if that makes sense, but anyways, I of course have read more than my fair share of fix-its, but often, if not always, it's a time travel scenario.

But WHAT IF:

But what if Shen Jiu, rather than swallowing the shards of Xuan Su, uses it to cut himself free of the immortal binding ropes or whatever is stopping his qi. Which is not LBH's parasite blood I don't think they have that ability but whatever. I mean, you'd ask how would he, without arms and legs, escape? A nifty thing we're all familiar with called author's will.

A time when LBH is away to deal with one thing or another, and SJ, after years of lifeless staring, and even more lifeless staring in the aftermath of YQY's death, moves. The thing about not attempting to escape for a long, long time, is that people lower their guards and grows complacent, and it's not as if there's anyone checking up on him to see if he's eating meals or whatever, LBH is more than happy to get suggestions from his wives for torture ideas but was very controlling of who gets to inflict it (Xuan Su was just left there and he did manage to swallow it). So Shen Jiu, with only Xuan Su's blade and it's inherent property as a spirit sword, not even an active one which means on one hand there's no active qi in it but the latent one from its materials, and on the other hand it's not bound to anyone and was more malleable, whatever. ANYWAYS. Skip.

Shen Jiu knowing of one thing or another, or several things that's a combination of common healing theory, rarer healing practices, less than righteous surgery techniques, equals bastardized body repair and ends with him frankensteining himself with some shaky qi threads. The needle is a piece of Xuan Su. He doesn't blink bcs his pain receptors are no more.

Scenario A.) I want SJ to play the 'mysterious wandering protag with a mysterious dark past and a mission for vengeance', only wanting to kill LBH before planning to retire from existance himself and he goes with his cool and angsty scarred body that he'd DIY'ed. The blood parasites are solved by something ruthlessly self-destructive only someone with SJ's coldness and lack of actual desire to continue breathing would do without even some initial testing. This would be done quick and dirty to keep LBH from teacking him. OR/AND

Scenario B.) I say or-slash-and because the scenario A could be cut off or maybe they could be combined. The handy dandy sun and moon dew!!! Plant it, grow it, kill himself, and recover his full potential all those years ago! Of course this would take quite a while, so he might need scenario A anyways. And conveniently enough, it puts him in the path of....... dun dun dun ZUZHI-LANG!!! And TLJ by proxy. Allies get! Maybe! Because TLJ wants to kill the sects, right? But his son did it here for him, so maybe he wouldn't bother anymore. Or maybe it's not enough bcs he hadn't killed all of everyone, so let daddy fix that right up. Or/and, LBH feels threatened and threatens in proper blackened protg manner and TLJ threatens back and flat out stomps him.

So. Maybe!

To expand on the rest of the Jianghu, the other 4 Peak Lords we know are alive, SQH, QQQ, WQW, and MQF. Bcs we don't have definite details on the timeline of PIDW, we can conveniently fill in space, put a lot of cause and effect, the cultivator world is in an uproar by the reveal that LBH is a demon (it's not as if they were okay with that, duh, if they'd known he was a demon, SJ's actions would've been treated as the only logical thing to do) and YQY is dead, AND SQH is a traitor, so that's down two - or rather three with SQQ- influential people, two of which were heavily involved in how everything is run (SQQ, while not actually lazy in his cultivation, was indeed lazy and unmotivated in most tasks that involved coordinating with others).

I really don't think SJ would feel even a little bit betrayed by SQH. To be betrayed you have to trust first, and his whole thing was that he never trusted anyone from CQMS. For SJ, SQH didn't betray them so much as his loyalty just belonged to another. Still would kill the rat next time he sees him tho (spoiler alert, he doesn't, kill him that is, but he does see him eventually).

So, I'm of the belief that Airplane's drafts included the Peak Lords as big boss too, where TLJ is the big boss of the demonic realm, they're the ones for the cultivation world, and my headcanon is that they were purposely met with sudden deaths one way or another in PIDW, and none actually died in a straight up fight, which is on brand with LQG's deviation, SQQ's trial, and YQY's thousand arrows (that I say are one of those bullshit golden finger artifacts of PIDW, maybe something like 'heavenly damned arrows of a thousand rays' that always flies true to it's target and could seal rare level pokemon rip-offs beasts for every single one. No reason that they would be normal p arrows, really). SQH might have fought or just been completely taken off guard by his lord killing him out of the blue with no chance to wriggle out. But Like QQQ was backstabbed. WQW was poisoned. MQF sacrificed himself for a beloved disciple (and that's why WQW died because he set out to find his martial brother but didn't know he'd already died. Awww).

(connected to another headcanon, the other five unnamed Peak Lords died long ago in the first battle against TLJ when he was sealed)

These people were meant to be a team. Or at least a set.

So SJ goes on an epic quest of getting power to kill his Qi-ge's killer via sun and moon dew possibly while he gets his tactician brain creating up something to kill LBH (OP characters are not killed in straight up fights, as we've learned, they're tricked or betrayed) and accidentally finding and gathering his siblings who, at that point, happen to have become guardians of havens and refuge communities in pockets of the world that holds the remnants of cultivator and human realm, where the demonic forces have spread far and wide in every realm. It's initially written to later, eventually be conquered by LBH. For example there's a hidden cave passage that leads you to Mu Qingfang's hidey hole, a pocket dimension with much rural fantasy aesthetic, housing parients and normal mortals with farms and houses woven to giant trees. Wei Qingwei is found underground creating weapons and defenses day in and day out to source to QQQ and MQF. Qi Qingqi with her armies always on the move, squads spread out in the realms, resisting against the demonic forces, helping Mu Qingfang rescue stragglers, from her old fairycore ensemble shifting to dragoncore, rarely resting with her inedia in the hollow of a mountain.

(xianxia aesthetic, whimsical aesthetic, aesthetic aesthetic aesthetic!!!!!!!!).

They..... Well. It's an awkward reunion.

SJ was shocked to meet the first lord sibling he'd seen since his imprisonment, shown only by a slight widened eyes, but emotions quickly gone. His first words is, "Do you wnat to kill the beast?"

He didn't care about the answer, if they said yes, then alright, if they said no, then he'd just walk away.

They say yes. Every one.

So, the rest really depends on how you interpret his relationship with them before the trial.

A). Was it a case of it's exactly what it looked like and they oh so very righteously hated him and he hated them back, a bunch of misunderstandings and not-so misunderstandings building up?

B). Did they have mutual respect and mutual awareness that everyone in the room they hold their PL meetings in were assholes of different flavors? Did they expect Shen Jiu to save himself in the trials, was dissapointed when he didn't but since he didn't give any indication of wanting to be saved, shrugged their shoulders and left him to his life, as they have always poked and snided at each other but always kept away from actually interfering with their lives (no matter how evil they thought the others were, because they may be evil, but they were still siblings and that just meant they had evil martial siblings. Love morally dubious group of PL but still ride and die)?

C). Or maybe they actually had a good relationship consisting of a lot of sharp teasing and reckless verbal and physical lashing and tantrums that you can really only get away with to your siblings, but was twisted by outside perpective?

And, on the way, maybe he learns to form relationships properly, with people that he loved nothing like the all-consuming soul twisting and mutually hurtful and destructive way he dedicated everything to Yue Qingyuan (from his loyalty to his shrivelled love and every hurtful words).

Just. Friends. Family. Siblings.

Imagine SJ eventually wandering off, with a burnt down Peak that would never again beholden him to promises, broken and otherwise. Grieving, yes, but somehow at peace than he'd ever been in. A very long time?

Ming Fan, who'd perhaps been in Qi Qingqi's Fairy Haven (of course that's the name, we've got a theme people) that was the group that consisted of people that bayed for the Emperor's blood or just the more active cultivators (with GYX mayhaps), a loyal disciple reunited with his Shizun. Or mayne he'd been the one to have found SJ as a human stick and helped him get spare body parts.

I imagine in this world, once Luo Binghe is... out of the picture, one way or another, busy dying or busy having an appropriately dramatic amnesia arc for him to develop character development, NYY takes over as the Empress, with her court of demoness and humans, and Harems becomes synonymous to Council. LMY her right hand helping keep everyone in line, who are also partially managed by SHL, who weighted her options and pros and cons and found establishing her position as left hand pretty good for now. The rest can come later. Imagine NYY growing up, not in brute strength bcs that wasn't how she was taught, nor is it her strength, but perhaps in a way that SJ would idly wonder if perhaps he should've endorsed her to Qiong Ding. Not all harem members stay of course, and some had to die. Ning YingYing becomes the First Empress of the age of peace in the unified two realms and first order of business is secure her influence. Second is ban slaves. Third is to encourage a tentative cooperation between humans and demons.

(Additional note: LBH having a protagonist halo doesn't make him unkillable, the death just has to meet several requirements, like being suitably glorious and impactful, and also maybe tragic- ehem killed by his own father or shizun, and seeing his washerwoman mother at his last moments. The protagonist is just another tool to set up the story and evidently, genre change is not impossible.)

(I imagine a confrontation between SJ and LMY early on that goes along the lines of SJ saying, "Wouldn't you know better than most, the thirst for vengeance for a brother's death?)

What if SJ's fix-it comes after PIDW, you know. PIDW being his tragic backstory. A slave who climbed so high despite the past clinging heavy on his shoulders, and then falling down lower than he'd ever been and resolving his issues and then climbing back even higher with more stable footing.

Qiu Haitang, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, their Five Unnamed Martial Siblings, Luo Binghe- regrets, and triumphs, all part of his story to mull over whenever he reaches the top of random hills and sets out his tea set. It's a bittersweet plot I like thinking about.

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edosianorchids901 · 1 month

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Shatter

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "you never cared"

Cw: anger, sensory overload, alcohol

Rome, 41 AD

Crowley had, somewhat naively, hoped that things were looking up. He’d always enjoyed spending time with Aziraphale, after all. An evening of oysters and alcohol sounded like just the thing to fix whatever was wrong with him.

Only, it hadn’t fixed it. Sure, for about five minutes he was closer to happy as they talked and drank together. But then the storm clouds rolled back in, and the bristling tension inside him had only gotten worse.

He tried taking deep breaths. He tried getting even more drunk. He tried telling himself that he was being ridiculous, and should just relax and enjoy having someone who would put up with him when he was this irritable.

It didn’t work. Instead of getting less irritable, he was getting more. A lot more. More to the point where he wasn’t sure he could keep it in anymore.

And Aziraphale. Kept. Talking.

Normally, that was fine. He liked listening to Aziraphale talking. Enthusiasm was great, and no one did enthusiasm like Aziraphale. Normally, it made him feel less alone.

Today, Crowley wanted Aziraphale, the other diners, and the whole of Earth to shut the fuck up and let him have two seconds of fucking peace.

A steady march of profanity had started up in his head a while ago. He couldn’t manage to switch it off. It didn’t help with the overload, except that it did in some way. Like it was releasing a little bit of the pressure.

But not enough. The pressure was still building, an explosion of panicked rage burning in his chest. Every single noise stoked the flames higher, pushed him further towards a supernova.

The clamor of the other diners rose, laughter from another group.

Crowley twitched. It was fine, nothing to get upset about…

“Oh, and then,” Aziraphale started, “the man said—”

“I don’t care,” Crowley snapped.

He hadn’t meant to say it. But his whole body shook with the overload. Everything needed to stop.

Aziraphale’s brow furrowed. “You don’t care?”

“No.” Dizzy, Crowley shoved to his feet. The whole restaurant pressed in, crushing him. “Just… stop. I can’t handle you talking more.”

The furrows in Aziraphale’s brow deepened. “You never cared. About me taking before, I mean. You always seemed to like—”

“Just…” Quaking, Crowley held up a hand. “Just shut up! Give me two fucking seconds of quiet!”

Then, before he could blow up, he fled. The quaking was only getting worse, agitation eating him alive. He couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t stop the mounting explosion.

No amount of steady breaths or calm self-talk helped. He just kept heating up, reaching the boiling point.

It was overflowing now, no matter how hard he tried to choke it back under control. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think.

Gritting his teeth, he paused in the middle of an alley, clenched his fists, closed his eyes. It didn’t help. Nothing helped, and he’d probably pissed off the only person who ever cared about him even slightly.

The overload got worse and worse, a building helpless fury that tumbled out in smoke. He let out a howl, wordless distress.

Lightning exploded around him. Crashing into the buildings, the ground, shooting up into the sky.

It died down with a rumble, smoke still billowing from him, and he snarled as he shook himself off. The anger hadn’t died down, not even with the release.

It never died down.

“Oh my,” a voice said from behind him. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Crowley whipped around, shaking. He would be shaking for hours at this rate. “What the deuce are you doing here? Why are you following me?”

“Well, you’re quite clearly…” Biting his lip, Aziraphale hesitated. “Struggling, shall we say?”

That was an understatement. But the gentle concern in his voice brought tears to Crowley’s eyes.

The dark glasses weren’t enough to hide the tears. He twisted around, stomped off.

Aziraphale fell in step beside him.

They walked down narrow alleys, through the forum, back into alleys. Crowley was still smoldering, still didn’t trust himself to speak. If he spoke, he might blow up again, and it was bad enough that he’d done it once.

Gradually, though, his strength failed. The tears rose again, and he couldn’t choke them back. He couldn’t push himself, not anymore. He’d run out of energy.

Exhausted, he crumpled to the ground and pulled himself to lean against a building. Aziraphale, who had been walking silently beside him the whole time, vanished.

Crowley couldn’t blame him. After all, who would want to be around someone who got angry enough to blow up?

“Here, I brought you some more wine. I-I thought it might help.”

Startled, Crowley looked up. Aziraphale hovered nearby, a jug in hand. “Why’d you come back?”

Aziraphale’s eyebrow lifted. “Because… I thought it might help? You seem to be having a particularly awful day.”

Crowley opened his mouth to reply, then closed it. He pushed his sunglasses up, wiped his eyes, took a deep breath.

“Awful week,” he finally managed, almost burst into tears. “It’s been an awful week. Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

He exhaled in a gust, worn out. Didn’t have the energy to put it in words.

Aziraphale sat beside him, holding out the jug. “It’s okay. And you don’t have to explain to me, if it’s too hard. We can just share a drink, silently.”

Choked up, Crowley took the jug. Maybe later, he could try to articulate what the helpless anger at existence was like, especially when it surged out of control. But for now, drinking silently with Aziraphale sounded damn good.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Physical Education

Summary: He will teach you more than how to educate kids.

Pairing: Coach!Negan Smith x GradStudent!(plussized)Reader

Warnings: age gape, Negan being an ass, dirty talk, language, fast sex, quickie, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, age gap (reader is at age, a grad student), heavy daddy kink, light breeding kink, dom/sub undertones, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), mentions of butt plugs, unrealistic instant attraction, mentions of subspace

A/N: That’s a fucking lot daddy kink in this one. Head the warnings.

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist

“Mr. Smith, I’m so excited that I can join you for today’s lesson. I heard you helped your students to improve. “I’m honored, Sir.”

“Fuck don’t get your panties in a twist,” Negan grunts. “You are here because of your daddy. He called his brother, the dean. That’s why you’re here.”

“Oh-I,” you bite your tongue. Negan Smith is a well-known coach, and you don’t want to fuck your only chance to be here up. “I’m a grad student and want to use my degree to become a public-school teacher or coach myself. My uncle was talking about your techniques, and I want to improve. So, here I’m. Live with it.”

“Girl, I got no time for your nonsense. I’m a coach at a high school. This job is a dead-end,” he sneers as you dreamily look around the old gym. “Sit on the bleachers and try not to fuck with one of the horny boys in my classes.”

“Sir, my uncle told me you’ll let me be a part of your classes today,” you angrily say.

“If you want to, you can put a cheerleader uniform on and cheer for me,” he looks you up and down, drinking your outfit in. You’re wearing a white blouse, jeggings, and a pair of sneakers. “On the other hand, your ass won’t fit into the uniform.”

He hums to himself. “My uncle was wrong. You’re an asshole.”

“Fair enough,” Negan chuckles as you stomp toward the bleachers. “I mean, I like me a big ass.”

You’ll spend the better of the day on the bleachers. The horny teenage boys in Negan’s class are the only ones paying attention to you.

“Stop staring at her tits! You’re here to sweat for me, not that little vixen on the bleachers,” Negan barks as the boys are busy sizing you up.

One of them cups his crotch, smirking as you look away. “Man, she’s got some nice tits, coach. Do you think she’s good at sucking dick?”

“What did I say?” you flinch at Negan’s outburst. He grips the boy’s shirt, almost ripping it off his body. “You will go to the dean and tell him what you just said about his niece.”

“His niece,” the boy splutters. “I didn’t…you know how boys are Sir. Please. I’ll do anything. I’m sorry.”

“I said,” Negan growls, “you will go to the dean and will tell him what you just said. No excuse. Get out of the gym.”

“Sir…” one of the other boys tries to help his friend. “He’s sorry.”

“You can join him,” Negan jerks his head toward the exit. “Get out.”

“Sir, they are just teenage boys,” you clear your throat as Negan gives you a dirty look. “You know how they get.”

“All of you, get out—” again, you flinch as Negan yells at the boys. “Classes are over for today.”

“Sir, Coach Negan,” one of the boys' huffs. “We still got half an hour.”

“Did you just talk back?” the boy shrinks into himself as Negan stalks toward him. He lifts one brow and looks down at the now trembling boy.

“No…Sir. Coach Negan,” the scared boy stammers. “I’m sorry Sir. I would never…I mean…”

“Get out!”

All boys run out of the gym, almost tripping over their feet. “Faster. And don’t you dare to shower here! You’ll run back to your mommy in your sweaty clothes and explain what you did today.”

“Mr. Smith,” you clear your throat. “Uh-that was very…unconventional. I did not learn a thing, though. So—thank you for the lesson.”

You grab your bag and get up from the bleachers. “You didn’t learn a thing?” he cocks his head and watches you walk past him. “We can change that.”

He furrows his brows and grins at you. “You should go back to yelling at your students and I’ll find my way out.”

“Not so fast, princess,” he grips your arm. Negan starts walking toward the exit. He smirks as you wiggle in his tight grip.

“Let go of me! Where are we going?” you curse and mutter as he drags you toward his office.

“I’m only telling you this once,” roughly pushing you up the door he grunts, “shut your mouth, go inside my office and I’ll teach you a lesson. You wanted to learn from the best, right?”

“I-okay,” you swallow thickly. Heat pools in your belly as he darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “I’ll go inside.”

“Good girl,” he steps away to surveil your trembling form. “Be good, and I’ll teach you all the things you need to know…”

Negan unlocks the door and pushes it open to let you inside. You silently step inside. It’s hard to not watch him strip his jacket and shirt off. He shamelessly exposes his upper body to you, grinning as you admire the tattoos on his chest.

“Do you like what you see, princess?” he purrs while stalking toward you. He grips your shoulders and pushes you toward his desk. “I want you to bend over the desk and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

“What? I thought you wanted to teach me…” you look up at him with wide eyes. “Oh—oh…”

“You see, I like a big ass I can grip while I fuck a girl from behind,” he dips his head to glance at your ass. “Bend over and push your pants down.”

“Sir…I,” you lick your lips. There is a prominent bulge in his pants when you drop your eyes to his crotch. “I can’t…I mean…what will my uncle think?”

“He’s a dick and baby,” he cups the back of your neck. His nose bumps against yours. He breathes in your face as his free hands cups your sex. He runs two thick fingers up and down your clothed sex until you whimper against him, “I want to fuck you while I grip your ass. Maybe put it up your ass too.”

“Mr. Smith, you’re working for my uncle, and I—” he silences your protests with his lips, greedily shoving his tongue into your mouth while he tugs at your jeggings. “I—you…”

“I will use you, princess,” he growls against your lips, “and you are going to love it, and thank me for the orgasm you’ll get.”

“Yes, d-addy,” you breathlessly moan against his lips. “You make me so…I can’t think straight close to you.”

It’s true. You are drifting toward your favorite headspace. A calm and warm place you are craving.

“You don’t have to think when you are with me,” he grins darkly. Negan saw right through you. The way you responded to him the first time you met told him everything he needed to know. “Daddy will take good care of you, princess. Now, be good…”

“I—yes,” you hastily push your jeggings down and kick your shoes off. You don’t get the chance to step out of your jeggings as Negan grabs your arms, twirls you around, and bend you over his desk. “Negan!”

“Daddy,” he slaps your ass roughly. “You’ll address me right, princess. If not,” another slap has you trembling. “I want you to be a good girl.”

He moves his hands over your ass, gripping your globes roughly. “Fuck, what I’ll give to fuck that ass,” he hums when you tell him you never took a cock up your ass. “Next time, I’ll get some lube and a nice butt plug for you, princess. We will open you up for daddy’s fat cock, won’t we.”

He kneads your flesh, making you moan and gasp. “Yes, daddy.”

“You’re such a nice and good girl for me,” he grips the elastic of your panties to shove the fabric down your trembling thighs. “I know you want to be good for me.”

“So good,” you mindlessly babble and whine as you feel him press himself against your naked ass. He grinds into you. “Please, daddy.”

“No begging. I hate it when girls beg,” he roughly grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto his desk. “I’ll have you now and you’ll take me like a good little slut.”

His pants hit the floor, along with his boxers while you lie on the desk, waiting for him to use you however he wants to. “Such a fucking cock-tease,” he grips his cock and gives it a few pumps, “walking around, swaying that ass. All I could think about was to fuck you all day.”

He steps out of his pants. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be after I’m done with this cunt,” he grits out. Neganpushes your asscheeks apart, hissing as his eyes land on your dripping cunt. “Nasty whore. You wanted it, huh?”

“Please…daddy.”

He slaps his cock against your pussy lips, making you whine. All you want at this point is to get filled and be good for Negan. “Shit, I’m so close to just coming all over your ass.”

Negan pants heavily as he teases your entrance. He doesn’t want to lose it too soon. But watching you all day in your tight little jeggings has him on the edge.

“Have my cock, princess,” he holds you down with one hand pressed to your lower back while shoving his cock inside of your cunt. You quiver at the intrusion.

“Big…so big…too big,” you whine as it’s too much. He goes slow, but there is so much of him you didn’t take yet, and he keeps on pushing inside.

“Take a deep breath and think of all the nice things daddy is going to do for you,” he slams his hips into your ass, groaning as he’s finally completely sheeted. “Shit, what a nice and tight little cunt for me to ruin.”

“Hmm…” you sniffle as you are stuffed to the brim. “Daddy…too much.”

“I know, princess,” he runs his warm hand up and down your back. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let me open your pussy up for me.”

“O-kay,” you choke out. “Please…”

“Relax,” he purrs while slowly sliding back out. “Daddy is going to fuck this pretty cunt open. Just take it.”

You feel his rough hands grip your ass. Negan slowly starts moving. In and out, in and out at a steady pace. All you can do is take him over and over again until you feel your core start to bloom.

“Daddy.”

“Fuck, I know. Your tight little pussy is already squeezing me so hard,” he grips your ass harder, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Shit…I’m gonna cum inside of your cunt and make you round. Do you want this, huh? Daddy’s babies growing inside of your belly.”

“Daddy…I…please.”

Negan ruts into you, groaning and cursing as you try to keep the noises low. You moan and babble while rocking your hips with Negan. “Fuck, this cunt is the best I ever had. I knew it the moment I saw you at that barbecue last year.”

Your eyes round as he keeps on telling you how he sneaked into your room and stole your underwear to fuck himself using one of your panties.

“I-I wore them. I knew something must be wrong. They were wet,” you gasp with every deep thrust. “I wore your cum.”

“That you did,” he curses loudly. “You’re a good girl. Sadly, you got sick and I didn’t get the chance to fuck you on your bed, right next to your plushies.”

“Oh-fuck…daddy,” you gush all over his cock, clamping hard down on his twitching length. He groans and curses while fighting his orgasm. He waited too long to cum so fast. “Please cum in me.”

“Shit…princess, yes,” he jerks his hips into your ass, cursing your name as he empties himself inside of you. “Daddy will fuck you for longer later.”

“Promised?” you coo as you grind against his softening cock. “Please?”

“All for my perfect little princess,” he leans over your body to kiss your hair. “Daddy wants you to be only his. He’ll take good care of you from now on…”

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fanfictionismyromanempire · 4 months

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Modern Thrones: Unveiling Aemond's Layers

Autors note: Hey, so this is my first House of the Dragon story . It's an Aemond Targaryen x Reader story in a modern setting, and I'm planning to split it into multiple parts. Hope you like it!

summary: "In a college where life's twists shape futures, seeking help from Aemond Targaryen for laptop troubles reveals unexpected layers, especially when you realize he isn't as annoying as you thought."

In life, there are certain circumstances that can shape your future. As you walk through the halls of your college, with its almost castle-like appearance, you can't help but think this might be one of those defining moments. Or at least, you hope so because there's no other reason you would ask Aemond Targaryen for help unless it's absolutely necessary."

With his cocky expression, gorgeous hair, and, most notably, his singular eye, there is no one on campus who doesn't know him. The fact that his family hails from royal Valyrian descent certainly adds to his allure, not to mention that their family company stands as the largest law and tech enterprise in the world.

Even though it's widely known that he is less than pleasant, and despite the constant family conflicts, everybody still recognizes him. Sadly, he's the only one among his siblings who doesn't have many friends, largely due to his intimidating appearance. That's what you would say if he wasn't so incredibly rude.

As you walk into the library, you notice him sitting alone at a table. Some girls stare at him, finding his demeanor charming, but nobody dares to get close. Here you are, on the brink of surrendering your dignity, about to ask a favor from the person who consistently shoots down your ideas in the middle of the lecture hall and always manages to score two points higher than you.

As you walk up, Aemond looks up and starts smirking, almost like he knows what's about to happen. It's as if there's a big sign on your head, stating, "Here comes the moment when you have to swallow your pride and ask Aemond Targaryen for help with the malfunctioning of your laptop because apparently he is the only TA your professor trusts with all the work of the students."

You're already irritated because it's pure nepotism that your professor, out of all his other TAs, exclusively entrusts Aemond Targaryen with his files. That stupid smirk really ticks you off. As you stomp towards his table, his smirk widens, and there's a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

As you slap your laptop on the table, he looks you up and drawls, "Laptop trouble." All the while, he's sizing you up and down, assessing what kind of threat you might be. You give him your most sarcastic and fake smile, saying, "Yes, just some problem with the student files you're supposed to give us access to."

He looks up with a smirk and says, "What kind of files? I mean, it's not every day you ask me for help. Or do you mean the files the professor gave to us? Did he forget you?" He asks mockingly.

"Yes, those files," you say, annoyed. He laughs and says, "It's not every day you ask me for a favor. And what do you always say? 'Don't give anything if you get nothing,'" he drawls. You look up at him with the most pleading eyes you can muster.

He laughs at your expression and says, "You don't want to fail, do you? You just made TA." You look up at him annoyed and say, "Yes, not everybody can get everything just because of their family." Now he also looks annoyed and says, "I was just going to help because of the goodness of my heart." You scoff, but now he adds, "But now I want something in return," he says as he smirks. You get up angrily and walk away, not before he yells, "Meet me here tomorrow, then we'll discuss what you can do for those files," he drawls.

To be continued..

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mrprettywhenhecries · 7 months

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

seven. | thankful

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.4k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, neil's a grade A asshole, allusions to abuse, though none is explicitly shown in this chapter, smut, angry sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, billy is bad with emotions ⇾ a/n. i know i'm completely warping the timeline of season two, but i wanted more time for win and billy to get to know each other before the events in The Gate happen

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“So, Win, got any plans for Thanksgiving?” Max asked as she slipped into the backseat of the Camaro, skateboard in hand.

“Oh shit, that’s tomorrow isn’t it?” Win murmured, her lips twisting slightly. “Uh, no, not really,” she admitted. “My dad has to work, so I’ll probably get some Chinese takeout or something and veg in front of the tv,” she said with a shrug, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice. She felt Billy’s eyes on her as he drove down the deserted country road, but he didn’t say anything.

“You’re kidding,” Max huffed. “That’s so lame.”

Win shrugged, glancing out the window. “It’s fine,” she said, brushing off Max’s concern. The last thing she wanted was anyone’s pity. She’d been left on her own for most of her life since her mom’s death. She was used to it.

“Billy, you should invite Win to our Thanksgiving dinner,” Max suggested, speaking up after a moment, and Win could see the silent battle of wills taking place through the rear view mirror–Billy glaring back at Max, who didn’t back down, glaring right back at him.

“You don’t seriously want your girlfriend to spend the holiday on her own, do you?” Max insisted and Billy scowled, pulling up to the curb of the arcade.

“I’ll be back in an hour. You better be here,” he said instead, his voice gruff.

“Yeah, yeah, or I’ll have to skate home,” Max muttered, rolling her eyes before shooting Win a sympathetic glance, flipping Billy the bird as he pulled away, peeling out of the parking lot.

Finally alone in the car, neither of them spoke, both seeming unable to break the silence.

“You really don't want me to come to dinner?” Win finally murmured, her eyes flitting to Billy, hating how insecure she felt.

“I just don’t think it would be a good idea,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. His brusque answer felt like a slap in the face.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” she asked, bile rising in her throat, her thoughts beginning to spiral–she knew he was a playboy, why did she think he’d actually be serious about her?

“What? No!” Billy exclaimed, stomping on the brakes and pulling to the side of the road so he could look at her, a conflicted expression crossing his face. He paused, taking a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself before he spoke, not wanting to snap at her.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want you there,” Billy exclaimed, his gaze slipping, not quite meeting Win’s eyes. “It’s just that, if you haven’t figured it out yet, my dad’s a grade-A fuckin’ asshole and I don’t want you to have to deal with that,” he explained, tensing, as if waiting for Win to tell him off, and shame filled her.

“Shit,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she silently berated herself for jumping to conclusions. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she murmured, heaving a breath as her eyes found his. “I don’t care how big of a dick he is, I wanna spend the holiday with you,” she assured him softly. “I can handle myself.”

Billy let out a doubtful huff, but he didn’t argue, placing his hand atop hers as a hopeful look flickered in his eyes, gone the next moment.

Throwing the car back in drive, he pulled back out onto the road. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered.

The next morning, Win paced as she waited for Billy to arrive to pick her up. Her father had already left by the time she woke, leaving a note for her on the counter, promising to be home as soon as he was able, though Win wasn’t about to hold her breath for that.

When she heard the snarl of the Camaro’s engine in the drive, she pushed open the front door and slipped into the leather seat. Billy raised an eyebrow at the sight of her and her knee length black collared dress, her short platinum hair pulled up halfway.

“What?” she asked, noticing his expression.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “You look nice, is all,” he added, backing out onto the road, his hand enveloping her bare knee.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself,” Win observed, warmed by his touch. “You even managed to button your shirt up most of the way,” she teased and Billy stuck his tongue out at her, his hand on her leg tightening, giving her a warning squeeze.

However, the closer they got to Cherry Street, the grimmer Billy’s expression grew, his apprehension bleeding into Win. By the time he parked in front of the house, all trace of his grin had disappeared and he reluctantly got out of the car.

“Hey, it’s gunna be alright, I promise,” Win insisted as they walked up the sidewalk together, stopping at the front stoop.

“Yeah,” Billy agreed, though he seemed distracted.

Win smiled encouragingly, taking his hand in hers as she raised up on her toes to press her lips to his cheek. Billy’s expression softened and he turned his face to steal a kiss, grinning down at her before pushing the door open.

Inside, the warm smell of roasting turkey and pumpkin pie met them and Win took a deep breath, inhaling the nostalgic scent. Billy’s dad sat on the couch, watching the football game, a can of beer in hand, and Win gave him a cursory glance.

Neil Hargrove was the definition of straight laced, his appearance neat and tailored, everything in place. Billy had told her that he worked as a security guard, and with his mustache, Win would have probably guessed it–that or a cop. There was nothing soft about the man, and when he turned his stern gaze on her, she felt like she was being sized up.

Before Billy could pull Win to his room, Neil spoke up, stopping his son in his tracks.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? Don’t be rude, come back here and introduce your girlfriend,” he snapped and Win could instantly see the shift in Billy’s demeanor–the way his shoulders hunched slightly and his jaw flexed, setting in resignation as he stared ahead flatly.

“I want to meet this girl you’ve been staying out all night with.”

At his words, a sinking feeling opened in the pit of Win’s stomach, making her wonder just how much that night together had cost Billy.

“Win, this is… my dad, Neil. Dad, this is Win. Win Lewis,” Billy said haltingly, as if the words were being pulled from him, reluctant even to call the man his father.

“Nice to meet you,” Win said, flashing him a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’re not what I expected,” Neil mused, returning her smile, though his too held no warmth.

Win wanted to ask what exactly he expected, but she held her tongue, determined to be civil, at least for Billy’s sake.

“So, Susan tells me your father’s working today?” Neil continued, glancing between her and the television when one of the teams scored.

“Yeah, he works at Hawkins Lab. They’re really busy right now, I guess,” Win murmured and Neil nodded.

“Sounds like he’s working hard, like any good American should,” he exclaimed and Win had to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

“Yeah well, he should at least get to spend the day with his kid,” Billy grumbled, slipping his arm around Win’s waist protectively.

Neil’s eyes flashed. “Sometimes when you’re an adult you have to make sacrifices, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that,” he said pointedly, his voice dangerously low and Win felt Billy tense next to her.

Thankfully, it was then that Susan appeared, stepping out of the kitchen to greet Win.

“I thought I heard voices out here,” she said, carefully keeping her eyes away from her husband as she crossed the room to wrap Win in an awkward hug. “I’m so sorry your father had to work today, but you are always welcome here,” she insisted, pulling back to smile warmly at Win.

“Thank you,” Win murmured, ducking her head. “It smells really good,” she added, which made Susan’s smile grow.

“It’s not quite finished yet, another half hour or so,” she said quickly and Win followed her further inside, grateful to get away from Neil.

“Do you need any help?” Win asked, ignoring Billy’s sharp sidelong look.

Mrs. Hargrove, however, practically gaped at Win, completely taken aback by her offer before finding the words to respond. “You’re so sweet for asking, but it’s fine, really. Besides, you’re our guest, you shouldn’t be put to work,” she exclaimed, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I don’t mind,” Win insisted with a shrug. “I feel kinda bad I didn’t bring anything.”

Billy snorted, amused at the thought. “That’s probably a good thing,” he teased under his breath, hastily avoiding Win’s elbow as she tried to jab him in the side, her lips twitching into a grin despite herself.

“It’s fine,” Susan assured her. “Though, I suppose if you really want to help, there’ll be plenty of dishes to wash after dinner.”

Win nodded before Billy pulled her away, growing too impatient.

“Hey Max,” Win greeted, sticking her head around the younger girl’s open bedroom door as they passed.

“Hey Win,” Max called back, looking up from the comic book spread open on her bed.

Win didn’t have time to say more before Billy was yanking her to his room and she let herself be led. This time when he pushed open his door she noticed a small latch fastened to the top corner of the outside of his door and the implication behind its presence was clear. Win wondered how many times Neil had locked Billy inside his room and her stomach knotted at the thought.

Once they were inside, Billy quickly shut the door and strode to his bed, plopping down unceremoniously.

“You okay?” Win asked, joining him on the edge of the bed.

Billy let out a long breath. “Yeah, m’fine,” he finally muttered, his voice gruff, like talking about it at all made him uncomfortable. “Sorry for my dad’s behavior, he’s such an asshole,” he growled, shaking his head, and Win gently placed her hand on his arm.

“It’s fine, I was expecting it,” she murmured, the question she wanted to ask waiting on the tip of her tongue as she deliberated it. Wetting her lips, she decided to just ask, her lungs burning the longer she held it in.

“What happened after that night that you stayed over? How much trouble did you get in?”

The question hung in the air for a long moment and at first Win thought Billy was just going to ignore it.

“Nothing. Nothing happened,” he finally replied, eyes staring straight ahead, his voice clipped and hard, as if it took all his effort to keep it under control.

“Billy…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped and Win pulled back, dropping the subject, her heart in her throat.

After a moment Billy glanced over, his expression conflicted, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, his father’s voice echoed down the hall.

“Billy, Maxine! Come set the table!”

Billy’s jaw flexed in annoyance, but he pushed up off the bed. “C’mon, it’s almost time to eat,” he said, holding out his hand to help Win up, the gesture as much of an olive branch as he could give at the moment, and Win took it, letting him pull her to her feet.

They met Max in the hallway and filed into the cramped kitchen to grab the plates and silverware while Susan dished all the food into serving trays and bowls for the table. Once the table was set and the food all brought out, Neil made his way in to cut the turkey, taking his place at the head of the table. In the other room the television babbled to itself, the game still playing in the background.

“Everything looks amazing, Mrs. Hargrove,” Win said as the side dishes passed around the table and everyone took what they wanted.

“Thank you, Win, that’s very sweet of you to say,” Susan replied, practically beaming, and Max piped up as well, echoing Win.

“Yeah, Mom, really good.”

Neil didn’t glance up from the turkey, but his words were clearly meant for Max. “You could’ve helped your mother more. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to know how to do this.”

Max’s face tightened, but she merely looked down at her plate, biting back the comeback she wanted to hurl.

Once the turkey was sliced, it too circled the table and Win speared a piece with her fork, getting it halfway to her mouth when Neil cleared his throat.

“Shall we say Grace?” he murmured and Win quickly dropped her fork, awkwardly folding her hands like the others with the exception of Billy who rolled his eyes when his dad wasn’t looking.

Not really paying attention while Mr. Hargrove prayed, Win shared a secret look with Billy, thinking it was awfully ironic that Neil was leading them in prayer, projecting this wholesome family man image when really he was the biggest bully of all.

When he finished, Win quickly shut her eyes, opening them with the others, as if they’d been closed the entire time. Neil didn’t say anything, but it seemed his first bite was the actual official cue for everyone to start eating.

Win’s mouth was full when he suddenly directed a question her way.

“So, Win,” he began, placing a strange emphasis on her name. “That’s an unusual name,” he mused, seeming to veer off from his original question. “Is that short for something?”

Win nearly choked as she swallowed to answer, clearing her throat awkwardly as she stalled, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

“Uh, yeah, it’s short for Winrey. My mum was British,” she explained.

“British. Huh,” Neil grunted, taking a drink from his glass. “Play any sports? Cheerleading?” he asked, his gaze flicking to hers for a moment before focusing back on his plate.

“No, I’ve never really been all that athletic, except that time I tried gymnastics. I’m more into music and cars,” she said, shooting a small grin at Billy who snorted softly and shook his head.

“Music and cars,” Neil repeated dryly and Billy’s grin vanished as quick as it had appeared. “Sounds like you have a lot in common,” he said, his tone flat, as if he didn’t really think that was a good thing. “Sounds like you found yourself a keeper, wonder how long it’ll last before you fuck it up,” he said, glancing at Billy as if just waiting for him to snap back.

Everyone at the table fell silent, their eyes dropping to their own plates, except for Win. She stared incredulously back at Neil, taken aback by the bluntness of his comment. Next to her, Billy’s jaw flexed and his grip on his fork tightened as he seethed in silence.

Win however, wasn’t as adept at biting her tongue, muttering the most smart-assed comment that sprang to her lips. “Well if you can keep a wife…”

Neil’s eyes narrowed at her across the table as he chewed slowly. “Excuse me?”

“Oh! Who wants pie?” Susan exclaimed quickly, jumping to her feet.

“I do!” Max said, latching onto the distraction.

“Neil? Honey?” Susan asked pointedly and he finally tore his gaze from Win, turning his attention to his wife and nodding.

Win ducked her head as she ate, grinning to herself.

Susan returned moments later with the pie and dinner resumed without any further conversation directed at Win or Billy. Neil, for the most part, ignored them to go on about how great Reagan was for America.

By the time dinner wound down, Win was ready to slip away with Billy, wanting to make sure he was alright, but before she got the chance, Susan asked if she minded helping with the dishes, and Win reluctantly agreed. She had offered to help earlier, after all.

Standing next to Susan at the counter, she dried the plates as the other woman passed them to her.

“It’s so nice having another woman in the house,” Mrs. Hargrove murmured, smiling softly to herself. “Maxine’s not exactly the feminine type, so…” she trailed off and Win nodded in understanding.

“My mum died when I was about Max’s age,” Win admitted, looking down at the serving dish in her hands. “I miss this kinda stuff too,” she murmured and Susan’s sad smile returned.

“You know,” she began, pausing nervously to glance around, as if making sure her husband wasn’t in earshot before continuing. “I’m glad Billy met you,” she said quietly. “I-I think you might be the best thing to happen to him in a long time.”

Win looked up at her and her shock must have shown on her face because Susan only nodded. “You’re a good influence on him,” she insisted.

Win wanted to laugh. Certainly that wasn’t true. She felt, if anything, they were both bad influences, but of course she didn’t say so.

Once the dishes were all washed and dried, Win went in search of Billy, but his bedroom was empty.

“He’s out in the garage with Neil,” Max said, watching Win from her door.

“Oh,” Win breathed, frowning, worried about what the two men could be talking about.

“What do you see in him?”

Max’s question took Win off guard and for a moment she merely blinked at the redhead, trying to think. “I-I dunno,” she spluttered, her brows pinching further. "I mean, I know he can be kind of a jerk–"

"Kind of?" Max scoffed, interjecting.

“Yeah, okay, more than kind of,” Win agreed begrudgingly. “But I guess there’s more to him than meets the eye,” she continued, shrugging. “I know that’s hella cliche, but it’s true.”

Max eyed her and for a moment Win thought she was going to scoff at her again, but all she said was “maybe” with a shrug.

“When you first started going out, I thought you were too nice for him, but maybe you’re rubbing off on him. Or maybe he actually really likes you,” she said. “I’ve never seen him act like he does around you,” she added and Win’s lips tugged into a small grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and trust me, he’s been out with a lot of girls,” Max said, wincing as soon as the words were out of her mouth. “I mean, you know,” she added, her freckled cheeks flushing before she quickly shook her head. “But I don’t think he’s ever actually dated anyone before,” she admitted and the thought that she was somehow more special than the others made Win’s stomach flutter.

“Anyway, I hope Neil’s wrong and you guys stay together. Billy’s not as terrible when you’re around,” Max said, sharing a small smile with Win before the garage door slammed open and Billy strode back inside, his expression tense.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he said brusquely, his eyes not quite meeting hers.

“Uh, okay–” Win began, but Billy was already heading impatiently for the front door.

“I wrapped up some leftovers for you to take home for your father,” Susan offered, coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag full of aluminum foil parcels.

“Thank you, he’ll appreciate this,” Win murmured, accepting the bag. “Uh, thank you again for dinner,” she said hastily, nodding to Susan and Max, who lingered in the hallway.

“It was our pleasure,” Susan called after her as Win followed Billy.

Outside, the sun was slipping toward the horizon, casting the darkening sky in an orange hue as the wind picked up, blowing several dry leaves past their ankles.

“Hey, you okay?” Win asked, jogging to keep up, but Billy didn’t answer, slipping behind the wheel and slamming the door shut. Win joined him in the car, her brows furrowing with worry. “Billy,” she tried again, firmer. “Did something happen?”

Billy started the engine, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s nothing,” he said, finally glancing over at her, a tightness around his eyes as if he were fighting to keep something in, to keep his mask in place.

“It’s not nothing,” Win said gently, placing her hand on his arm and Billy tensed.

“I said it’s fine,” he insisted, gruffer than intended, but Win didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured and Billy snorted, the sound harsh in the quiet car; he hadn’t even bothered to turn on the radio.

“I told you my dad would be an asshole,” he mumbled, tearing down the empty road.

“It really bothered you, what he said about us,” Win ventured, though it was less of a question and more an observation, and Billy’s expression tightened further, his lips pursing angrily. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about–” Win began, her words cutting off as he suddenly veered off the road and threw the Camaro in park.

“He doesn’t know shit,” Billy growled, leaning across the center console, his lips colliding with hers as his hand slipped behind her head, holding her in place as he kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. “I need you,” he groaned, raw desperation lacing his deep voice, usually so velvety smooth and coated in honey. “Need you so fucking bad.”

Win gasped, her head spinning at the intensity behind his bruising kisses, all teeth and tongue, as if he wanted to devour her. Once she caught her breath, she kissed him back just as fiercely, grabbing hold of his jacket and moaning into his mouth as his hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb pressing circles against her clothed clit, sending heat rushing through her.

“Get in the back seat,” he commanded, nipping hard at her bottom lip before pulling back and unbuckling, throwing open his door.

Gasping at the sudden disappearance of his lips, it took a second for Win’s brain to catch up and she hastily followed suit. Billy was already around the car by the time she stood and he opened the back door, his mouth hot on hers as he guided her, lowering her back onto the seat.

Reaching under her dress, he tugged her panties down impatiently, freeing them from her legs before straightening to unzip his pants and free his throbbing cock, a desperation to his movements.

“Billy—!” Win yelped breathlessly as he yanked her to the edge of the seat and pulled her legs apart, bullying his tip between her folds and rutting into her. “Oh—“ she gasped as he sheathed her, waiting only a moment for her to adjust before he was pumping into her, his thrusts sharp and frantic.

“Oh fuck—“ she groaned, bracing herself with her arms, her entire body jolting with each desperate snap of his hips, the air filling with the lewd smack of skin against skin and Billy’s labored pants.

“Want you to cum,” he growled, freeing one hand to once more thumb her clit, gathering her wetness on the pad of his finger so it would glide over her delicate nub easily, sending electricity shooting through her. “Cum for me, Win,” he grunted, the words a harsh plea, as he fucked her into the seat, and she had no choice but to obey, the tightly coiled spring of pleasure snapping at his relentless assault on her clit.

“Fuck—BILLY!” she wailed, cumming hard, her orgasm hitting her like a train, but Billy didn’t stop, fucking her through it til his hips stuttered, bottoming out as he filled her, his chest heaving as he emptied himself deep inside.

For a moment neither of them spoke, too dazed to formulate words, merely panting hard to catch their breaths. Billy pulled free, hastily tucking himself back into his tight jeans before grabbing her discarded panties and slipping them back up her legs, helping her to stand.

Before she could speak, he pulled her into his arms, holding her to him tightly, tucking her head beneath his chin.

“M’sorry,” he murmured hoarsely, as if he were trying to keep his emotions in check and not quite succeeding.

“I’m glad you were there,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. “It made today… bearable.”

Win buried her face against his chest with a sigh, the tension from before leeching away. “I’m glad I was there too,” she whispered back, warm tears catching in her lashes.

“C’mon, I better get you home,” he said reluctantly, clearing his throat, and Win nodded against his chest.

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“I’ll call you later,” Win murmured, leaning in to steal a kiss before opening the car door and slipping out, grabbing the bag of leftovers.

Billy nodded, giving her a wave as he backed out of the drive, leaving her standing in there as the sun disappeared completely below the horizon. Win watched the Camaro slip away into the night before turning toward her house. Her dad’s car was parked in the drive and several lights burned inside. She wondered how long he’d been home.

“Hey,” she greeted as she opened the door, finding him standing listlessly by the counter. David’s head snapped up as she came in.

“I’m so sorry—“ he began, but Win shook her head fiercely, cutting him off.

“You’re here now,” she said, rounding the counter to embrace him, her chest tight.

“Did you have a nice time at… Billy’s?” he asked, still struggling to say his name without any vitriol and Win snorted, pulling away to open the leftovers and fix them both a plate.

“Yeah, it was alright,” she said. “His stepmom sent some food home for you.”

“That was nice,” David mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair as he watched Win plate the food.

“They nice people?” he asked and Win shrugged.

“His stepmom and stepsister are,” she answered, biting her lip. She wanted to tell her dad everything—about Neil’s abuse and the way his family walked on eggshells around him, about how Billy shrank in on himself, flinching at nothing more than a sharp look or word from his father, but she hesitated. What good would it do? What could her dad even do about it? And how would Billy react? His embarrassment at the situation was obvious. Would telling her father just make things worse?

David frowned at Win’s sudden silence. “You okay?” he asked, ducking his head to peer at her suspiciously.

“Y-yeah, I was just… thinking,” she replied disjointedly, quickly clearing her throat and throwing one plate in the microwave.

“I’m gunna change, I’ll be right back,” she said, retreating to her room. Once she pressed her back to the door, she let her frustrated tears fall.

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what started in beautiful rooms pt.3 | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°

part 3/? • (part 2) | RATED M MINORS DNI

summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.

word count: 3,420

warnings: implied past infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy relationship dynamics, explicit smut, rough/angry sex, crying after sex

chapter summary: you knew acting out on him wouldn’t feel good in the morning, but certainly that was nothing you couldn’t retcon.

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i live for comments and love talking about my writing! pls feel free to come chat via anon (or off anon!) anytime. more than happy to share headcanons and what not (-:

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January 5th, 2020 | Queensland, Australia

You’d almost forgotten what you did when you first woke up, until you turned your phone on to so many notifications it felt hot in your hand. There was a missed call from your manager, five texts from Bebe and four from Austin. You opened Bebe’s first, biting your lip as you read her encouragement not to dwell on what your Instagram comments were saying because she knew you’d crawl across broken glass before you helped someone cheat.

Right, Instagram. You opened the app before looking at the missed texts from Austin, holding your breath as you clicked onto the comment section. It was more or less what you’d expected, down to people saying crueler things about you than they were about Austin.

Speak of the devil, a fifth text came through from him before you could even open the others.

I get done at 9:00 tonight. Your place or mine but we need to talk and you can’t ignore me forever.

You clicked it open, reading the messages he’d sent last night and earlier in the morning.

Hey- not that you don’t look cute but I don’t think the photo in my shirt being up on your Instagram is a good idea.

I’m calling Vanessa first thing in the morning about a breakup statement, I promise.

??? Did you fall asleep?

Vanessa just ripped my fucking head off. Is your phone even on? Your manager is trying to get a hold of you too, called me and I told her I’m just as clueless here. What the fuck Y/N?

Squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again like it would make all of this magically go away, you opened Instagram back up and deleted the post. Tossing the phone off the side of your bed, you rolled back over and stuffed your head under your pillow.

You’d know what to do after a few more hours of sleep, surely.

---

Unfortunately three more hours of sleep didn’t magically equip you with an idea of what to do, or the guts to do anything short of ignoring everyone- save for shooting your manager a text about deleting the post.

You forced yourself out of bed to move into the living room, throwing on Netflix to distract from the notifications, grateful you hadn’t been needed at set today.

Austin called at 9:03, sounding almost a little surprised when you answered.

“Oh hey, not like I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day or anything.” He said, voice tight. You bit back a sigh, poking at the box of takeout food you had sitting on your lap that you suddenly weren’t hungry for anymore. Austin kept talking even though you didn’t respond.

“I’m pullin’ out of the set lot right now, am I comin’ to yours?” He asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek for a second before giving him a half mumbled “Sure.”

He hung up after a clipped “Kay, bye.” and you tossed your phone down onto the couch, running a hand over your face.

Austin brushed past you without a greeting when he arrived, kicking off his shoes in the direction of the rack by the door, the boots landing against the floor with a thud. You had a half a mind to tell him not to stomp into your house like a pissed off toddler, but stopped short.

"I deleted the post." You said and Austin looked up, hand coming up to tug through his black locks, face hardened. "Coulda' done that last night instead of siccing my ex and everyone that's ever been a fan of her on my ass."

You hadn't poked around much for what anyone had been saying about Austin. And it wasn't that you didn't believe he was getting a tongue lashing, you just didn't have it in you to care. Turning to walk in the direction of the living room, you picked up the remote and turned the TV off, still holding it when you turned back to him to talk.

"You said that if something came out you could release a statement and it wouldn't be a problem."

Austin didn’t seem to like the sarcasm, rolling his eyes with a huff.

"Yeah- and that wasn't a free pass to go nuclear Y/N,” He replied, eyes wide as he gestured- talking with his hands. “Not just on me either, what you did was disrespectful to Vanessa and you know it."

His voice was bordering on a yell, and you were a combination of jarred by that, and pissed off about the deflecting.

"I disrespected Vanessa? You were her partner- you owed her your loyalty Austin, not me." You replied, matching his tone. "When she was ripping your head off- did you tell her about Novemberr?"

He seemed to deflate a bit at that, which answered your question before the flat "No,” he gave even left his mouth.

"Yeah- and I'm the one without respect." You scoffed, and Austin looked like he wanted to say something else but he just pressed his lips together in a tight line, arms folded. You quirked an eyebrow up at him.

"What? If you have something to say to me, let's hear it."

He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?’

Taking a step closer and uncrossing your arms, you looked at him squarely. You didn’t know if what you were about to do would translate, and it crossed your mind that it would be humiliating if it didn’t. But you were taking the shot while you had it.

"You have somewhere else to be, another secret girlfriend?" You asked, trying not to let the look that crossed his face steer you off path. "Or are you gonna stick around if I tell you you can take this," You continued, bringing a hand up to gesture at him. "Out on me."

Austin’s eyes widened for a moment, and he rubbed his chin- looking away for a second before he responded.

"I'm pissed- doesn't mean I wanna hurt you." He said cautiously, and if you weren’t after something here you probably would’ve found that sweet.

“'s okay, I think I earned it.” You tried. bobbing your head to the side as you softened your voice from the tone you’d just been taking with him.

His pupils darkened as he seemed to come around.

“You have the shirt around here somewhere?” He said, and you motioned to your bedroom with your head as you took a few slow steps backward in that direction, running a hand through your hair. He looked past you, voice low when he spoke again. “Put that on and nothin’ else, I’ll be there in a minute.”

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You heard the bathroom door open and shut from your bedroom as you stripped down and grabbed his shirt from your laundry hamper, spritzing some of your perfume over it before you slipped it on and got into bed.

What felt like hours, but was probably closer to ten minutes, passed before Austin came into your room stripped down to his boxers, setting the rest of his folded up clothes on the dresser before you got a good look at him. His hard cock was pushing through the thin fabric of his Calvins, and you assumed he’d started without you when he was in the bathroom.

He swallowed thickly when he saw you sitting up against your headboard in just the Hawainn shirt, crossing the room and crowding into your space as he got in bed- pushing you down against the pillows.

“Who knew this shirt would cause all this trouble,” He whispered, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before he dove in to kiss you. He pushed your shirt open to grope your boobs as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, his erection pressed against your thigh.

He pinched your nipple between two fingers, yanking his hand back abruptly when you whined into his mouth.

“You think you’ve earned that?”

You shook your head, Austin pulling back to tug down his boxers and discard them to the side. He stroked himself, smearing precum around with his fingers before bringing two of them up to your mouth, tapping on your bottom lip.

Opening your mouth just enough to suck on his fingers, you felt your sex throbbing as your gaze fell to where he was jacking himself off with his free hand, little breathy moans leaving his mouth as he watched you.

He pulled the digits out of your mouth when he was satisfied, trailing them down your body to your center, brushing over your clit enough to elicit a slurred “Aus,” before he pushed his index and middle finger into you. He was barely deep enough for you to clench around him, but just far enough that you writhed at the sensation when he gestured inside of you in a ‘come here’ motion.

When he pulled them out after a minute, he brought his hand up the base of your neck.

“All the prep you’re getting tonight, pretty girl, that okay?

So sweet even when you’d given him your blessing to be a dick, you thought absentmindedly.

“Said to take it out on me, I meant i-” You started, cut off by your own yelp when he pushed all the way inside with one swoop. It was overwhelming, bordering on painful, but you shifted your hips under him and tried to adjust. Inhaling sharply, you exhaled suddenly when he grabbed both of your wrists up in one hand and pinned them above your head.

He started to move without warning, his pace faster from the start than it normally was. You still felt impossibly tight as he drilled into your pussy relentlessly, grinding up against his pelvis, needing friction on your clit that wasn’t coming.

Austin chuckled, grabbing your chin with his hand that wasn’t occupied.

“You need something baby?” He muttered, slowing his thrusts enough to be able to talk, but slamming into you harder to make up for the change in pace. “Should’ve been good, good girls get their clit touched.”

You choked out an apology through moans as he fucked you into the matress, unable to keep from writhing underneath him- your body moving on it’s own accord.

“Stay fuckin still.” He muttered harshly, hand drifting down from where he’d been holding your face to your neck. And you tried your best to lay still, but even the slight pressure on your airway went straight to your arousal. Doing anything consciously, even willing yourself to not move- felt impossible.

You’d been expecting some reaction to that, and Austin pulled out, yanking you up by the wrists onto his lap as he sat back. He pushed you up so that you were on your knees straddling him, his own legs spread open.

“You wanna move?” He asked roughly, smacking the side of your hip. “Ride me then, show me how sorry you are for being a little brat.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you sank onto him, your breath stuck in your throat as he pushed you down till you were filled to the hilt. He didn’t protest when your arms wrapped around his neck and for that much you were grateful, your grip on him tightening as you tried to readjust- and refind the angle he’d just been nailing you at.

He grabbed your hips to drive up into you and found it himself, groaning when your walls tightened around him as you started to move. Loud moans flew out of your mouth as you rode him- and you tried to grind your clit into his pubic bone.

Which took notice of that after only a few seconds, squeezing your hips so hard that his nails digging into your skin made you wince in pain. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care.

“Did I say you could get yourself off on me?” He huffed. “I’ll tell you when you can come doll.”

Swallowing, you tried to slow down your movements to keep yourself away from the edge. But how hard Austin was jackhammering up into you left no room for that- especially not when he brushed the pad of his thumb over your soaking clit.

He only stayed there for a few seconds before he yanked his hand back, wiping your arousal off on your cheek as he pulled you in by the neck to kiss him.

Growing overwhelmed, you paused to take a breath, about three seconds passing before Austin had his fingers wrapped around your throat, mumbling a harsh “Keep movin’” into your mouth. He pulled his hand away after a minute to kiss down your neck, grabbing a handful of your ass as he left a trail of marks you knew you’d have to put a pound of makeup on in the morning.

And you wanted to be good, wanted to wait until he gave you permission to come. But the combination of his dick pounding against your cervix and his fingers coming back down to circle your throbbing bundle of nerves made the coil in your stomach spring undone- completely out of your control.

“Fuck- Aus I can’t- ‘m- Oh,”

Your body shook as you climaxed, your release making a mess of the both of you as you moaned his name to your ceiling. Your walls hugged his cock and you heard him groan as he followed right after you, shooting off inside the condom with an animalistic growl.

Chest heaving, you almost flinched when he pulled his hand off your ass and grabbed your chin, turning it towards him- fingers pressing into your cheek.

“Dad- I told you to wait. You know how to listen?”

Managing a little nod, you felt tears pooling in your eyes, the grip he had on your face that was preventing you from looking away taking you from feeling bad to worse- and quickly.

You’d meant it when you asked him to take it out on you, but seeing him look at you with so much resentment now that you were starting to crash just made your chest tight.

“‘m sorry.” You croaked out and you saw realization- alongside guilt flash in Austin’s eyes before he dropped your chin like he'd been burned.

He moved back to pull out and you crawled off of him- swiping at your eyes.

“Shit- honey you should’ve told me if I was goin’ too far,” He said, looking almost scared to touch you.

“Austin I consented, I’m fine,” You started, taking a breath as you got out of bed and onto your feet. Austin let out a little sigh, scooting to the edge of your mattress, looking at you seriously. “You’re about to cry, you’re obviously not fine.”

You were touched that he cared- truly. But the longer he looked at you like a wounded baby deer the closer you got to really crying in front of him- something you still had enough shame to want to avoid.

“Just a little overwhelmed,” You said, grabbing your phone before taking a step closer to kiss him, nails coming up to lightly scratch at his cheek as you pulled away. “I promise.”

He didn’t look like he quite believed that. But you added something about wanting to shower and he let you grab pajamas out of your dresser and leave without protest, your head starting to hurt as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

You flicked the shower on the second you closed the bathroom door but didn’t get right in- taking a shaky breath and leaning against the sink counter as you looked at your phone. The first notification you saw was a text from Bebe, a follow up to missed call.

saw you deleted the post. everything okay? i’m in town for another few days if you want to come crash at mine and watch stupid movies and forget about austin while you still can. love you!

The notification under that was a DM message request from Instagram, the lump in your throat growing like a weed when you saw the username attached to it.

Vanessa.

The nausea that rolled through you was so strong it outweighed the curiosity in regards to what exactly she had to say to you and you swiped the notification away, putting your phone face down on the counter. You felt your chin wobbling as you got into the shower- and let a little sob escape into your hand as the water ran down your back.

It wasn’t that Austin had pushed too hard- if you were being completely honest you’d been into what you goaded him into, really into it.

It was that on top of the guilt about November you still hadn’t shaken, that had been inching it’s way to the front of your mind since Bebe told you to ignore your comments because she knew you’d never do that. On top of knowing Vanessa had been hurt enough to say God knows what directly to you. On top of your last few days of normalcy before Elvis really kicked into gear going to hell in a handbasket.

A part of you wished you could just will it all away, hop in a time machine and go back and stop yourself from auditioning- or even responding to the email from your manager about the casting notice.

But you couldn’t do that- or stay in the shower forever.

When you’d at least halfway collected yourself you got out and towel dried your hair before putting on the t-shirt and shorts you’d brought into the bathroom with you, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes fell to the hickies littering the base of your neck and you ran your finger over them tenderly, your lips tugging into a bit of a smug smile. There was an upside to every down, afterall.

You padded back down the hallway to your room, and weren't exactly surprised to discover that Austin hadn’t left. In your absence he'd gotten redressed into the joggers and t-shirt he showed up, looking up from where he was scrolling on his phone when you came in.

"You can kick me out if you want. Just felt like it would be a douche move to leave when you were upset." He supplied, the anger that had been in his eyes just an hour ago replaced with something softer. You gave a little shake of your head, crawling into bed and sitting up next to him.

"I really am sorry- about the post." You started quietly, and he put his phone onto your nightstand as you talked. "Stupid of me to do something like that when I've been the one worrying so much about this," You gestured between the two of you. "screwing the movie over."

Austin nodded, waiting a second to make sure you were done before he spoke. “You’re not stupid,” He said softly, reaching out an arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You scooted a little closer to him on instinct, allowing your head to drop to his shoulder.

“And I'm sorry you felt like you had to do all that to get what you needed from me.” He continued, pressing a kiss to your hair as he squeezed your shoulder where his hand had come to rest.

“You’re my girl, don’t ever want you doubtin’ that.”

When the first three words left his mouth it felt familiar, and you realized after a moment it was because they echoed a scene in the movie, his voice slipping into a southern drawl that made it sound exactly like it had at the table read just a week ago.

And you weren’t sure how you felt about that. But it was sweet.

He was trying- and that’s what mattered. Mattered more than how the thought that he sounded more like Elvis Presley than the Austin you’d spent the last few months with made you feel.

You hummed an affirmative “Mhm,” into his skin as he reached around you to turn your bedside lamp off, laying all the way down and taking you with. Coming to rest with your head tucked into his neck, a leg wrapped around one of his, you closed your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat through his shirt- saying a silent prayer that the past day would be the closest you ever got to losing him.

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If You Got A Puppy

You: *sits at the dining table swinging your legs*

Natasha: *working in the kitchen*

Natasha: bug, your dad and I have to tell you something

You: what is it?

Bucky: we’re-

Yelena: *knocking*

Natasha, You & Bucky: *looks at the door*

Natasha: I’ll get it *opens the door*

Yelena: did I miss it?

Natasha: No, we were just about to

You: Auntie Lena!! *runs to her*

Yelena: *picks you up* malysh (baby)! Did Natasha tell you you’re getting a dog yet?

Bucky: Hey!

You: *gasps* IM GETTING A PUPPY! IS IT TRUE

Natasha: *glares at Yelena but smiles at you*

Bucky: we are doll. We’re gonna go to the shelter and pick out a puppy

~~~~~

Bucky: go on doll *gestures towards the kennels*

Dogs: *barking*

You: *whines and hides behind Natasha’s legs*

Bucky, Natasha and Yelena: *looks at each other*

Yelena: *kneels next to you* malysh

You: they’re all loud and scary. How did you pick Fanny

Yelena: Well my little malysh, I took one look and I knew. Want to hold my hand as you look

You: *nods and reaches for Yelena’s hand*

You and Yelena: *walking through and looking at the dogs*

Dogs: *barking*

Grey Pitbull: *laying down and quiet*

You: *pulls Yelena toward it and stares* hi

Grey Pitbull: *wags it tail and slowly get up*

Yelena: remember what I taught you about letting dogs smell

You: *puts the back of your hand against the gate*

Grey Pitbull: *sniffs you and licks your hand*

You: *giggles*

Yelena: I think we found one right Malysh

You: *nods* mhm

Bucky and Natasha: *walks and stands behind you*

Natasha: absolutely not!

You and Yelena: what?

You: why? Mommy they’re gentle

Bucky: Pitbull can be scary bubs

You: it would scare people away. I will be protected. You said I can pick out a puppy

Natasha: this is an adult puppy babe

Yelena: actually it says on the paper here that this Pitbull is 2 years old

Bucky: it also says they’ve previously been in dog fights

You: *stomps and raises your arm up*

Yelena: *carries you*

You: Can you tell mommy the puppy is like you in the Red Room

Yelena: Natasha aren’t you being judgmental of a Pitbull because you have previous judgements about it

Natasha: No I’m not

Yelena: The little girls from the red room could relearn how to live a normal life, why can’t this puppy relearn.

You: you have to build trust!

Bucky and Natasha: fine

You and Yelena: Yayyy

Yelena: what’s their name?

You: I’m gonna name them Ash

~15 Years Old~

You: mom I’m gonna walk Ash around the neighborhood

Natasha: dinner is at 6:30!

You: umm *looks at Bucky in the Kitchen*

Bucky: *groaning and rereading the cookbook*

You: okay *walks Ash*

Ash: *keeps stopping and looking behind the two of you*

You: what is it Ash *looks behind and sees a suspicious person* good boy Ash! *gives him a treat and pats his head*

Ash: *keeps the treat in his mouth*

You: *calls Natasha*

Natasha: baby?

You: I think I’m being followed. Ash noticed someone suspicious

Another guy: *walks towards you*

You: *make eye contact, knows something is wrong and stops talking to Natasha

Natasha: (Y/n)?

Bucky: we will be there soon!

Natasha: TURN OFF THE STOVE!

The two guys: *rush towards you*

You: *drops your phone, fights Guy 1 in front of you*

Ash: *bites Guy 2 behind you*

You: *elbows Guy 2 in the throat and punches Guy 1*

Ash: *digs his teeth further into Guy 2 *

Bucky: *charges and tackles Guy 2*

Natasha: *flying kicks Guy 1, and twists his arm*

Bucky: *knocks Guy 2 unconscious with Vibrainum arm* are you okay doll?

Natasha: good thing Ash was there

*headpats Ash* good boy!

Yelena: *pulls up in her bike* malysh are you alright! I got alerted that you are in distress

You: Ash was suspicious. If I didn’t have him I think it would’ve been a lot worse.

Yelena: he’s not so bad now isn’t he *belly rubs Ash*

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 9 months

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Gilgamesh for ask meme!

Hi!!! Thank you for messaging me ☺ I really appreciate it! It's been a long time since I did askmeme on gilgablog so thank you for requesting him (i keep most fate thoughts private)! Sorry I will probably write a whole massive paragraph about him XD

My Gilgamesh opinions are very subjective here so they may not all be accurate, which is why I enjoy this ask a lot ^^

Sexuality Headcanon: I headcanon him as bi/pan, like yeah there's no denying he is also attracted to women, but his devotional relationship with Enkidu and kinky pleasure yuetsu time with Kirei is every bit as canon in my opinion!!!

Even his creepy obsession with Saber really hints to me personally that Gilgamesh may not discern his initial sense of attraction primarily by gender- I believe he may be attracted to people based off intangible traits that link to his personal sense of values as well; which cannot be as simply measured as gender.

So in my opinion GILGAMESH IS RATED E FOR EVERYONE!

Gender Headcanon: Though he is masc, man he/him I also feel as if Gilgamesh's gender is also just 'GILGAMESH'. Sometimes I wonder if Gilgamesh would see himself as beyond the convention of gender.

Also I heard from someone that gender can be very diverse in Ancient Mesopotamia so it would be really cool to see where Gilgamesh would slot his gender identity there... also can his pronouns be king of heroes/ king as well! I feel like he really defines himself by his role more than gender per se, and in one fate hanafuda game he says gender doesn't matter ☺👍

An OTP: ohh I love Gilgamesh ships so much 😊😊 Gilkidu is just so amazing in many ways I cannot even describe, Kotogil is incredible in their twisted dynamic .. and GilHaku is just so beautiful! And I love Gilgamesh x Merlin for the shenanigans... to be honest most Gilgamesh ships are my otp. I even really like Gilgamesh x reader/ oc fics and Ritsuka/ Guda ones depending on what the ocs are like! Oh I also like Gilgamesh x Cu as they can clash head on and go wild, as well as Gilgamesh x Ozymandias!

And a mutual introduced me to Achilles x Gilgamesh. I think it is a beautiful pairing as they have so much grief, love, power and arrogance in common.

A NOTP: I'm sorry Gilgamesh x Saber fans. I respect those who ship it but Gilgamesh is such a creep to Saber in my opinion, I like it when she doms him to smithereens and stomps on his pride though ☺🥳🥳🥳

BROTP: This is a hard one as I feel like his otps can be good otps, but seeing him hang out with Iskandar is always hilarious. Love how he actually listens to Taiga in the spin off games as well, so they could maybe enjoy a few drinks together. And Gilgamesh/Solomon/Merlin makes for great chaos.

Gilgamesh/Siduri/Enkidu is a powerful alliance and err what else... I feel like as long as they can entertain one another then Gilgamesh has the potential for many BROTPS.

Random Headcanon: He has golden nipple tassels that he unleashes whenever he has an urge to go full sexy, also I feel like though yes he does love pleasure and decadent desires the way he so tightly constrains and punishes himself sometimes makes me wonder if some of his hedonism is also used as a way to appear as an overwhelming figure to others.

I feel like Gilgamesh is definitely tyrannical and extremely powerful and charismatic... yet also has a side to him that is insecure as hell, his larger than life and genuine powerful and wise sides overcompensating for a side of him that is plagued with all sorts of self loathing and grief.

General opinion: I love this asshole!!!!!!!! Endless joy can be created from researching his character and reading, watching his materials, he is entertaining in such a wide variety of ways, and every side of him is a marvel to witness (though i wanna punch him sometimes too cuz holy crap is he horrendous at times).

He's a very complex and nuanced character that can be interpreted in a wide variety of ways so I am really irritated by how some people try to gatekeep Gilgamesh's character and throw him into a box, when Gilgamesh is such a versatile character! I hope that there will continue to be a space where people can enjoy Gilgamesh in as many different ways as possible, without there having to be some sort of 'fandom consensus' on which Gilgamesh opinions are most valid.

#thank you!#asks #gilgablog #op speaks #gilgapinions

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S1E8: “Game Ogre”—B/C+ (Watched 2/29/24)

“No record of where he was born, no record of a family. It’s like this guy just fell out of the sky.” – Hank re. an ogre/giant (Got a, not exactly unhappy, groan from me!)

“Just the facts, right?” – Monroe to Nick/Hank re. the ownership of an important watch (Bonus points for Dragnet reference?)

Exactly how much silliness I find charming and at what point the goofiness should result in some sort of deduction for review purposes are questions I find myself thinking about a lot while watching Grimm. Even the episodes I’ve scored as “A”s have their Moments. And if I had to sum up my feelings about “Game Ogre” I would say that it starts as a fine enough monster of the week story but then, perhaps fittingly for an episode that prominently features a watch early on, it accumulates enough “complications” that it becomes genuinely interesting or noteworthy.

First—the central role of Oleg Stark, an ogre. I did love the very physical performance, which has a lot of stiff-bodied stomping around and grunting and growling. It had to have been fun to try to play that role and to try to make yourself seem as big, burly, and dense (in more than one sense) as possible. The way the camera frames this big boy and the way that shots of him getting physical are filmed and edited to make him feel as large and powerful as possible is just very entertaining. Definitely goofy, but also definitely fun in a C+ sort of way.

Another entertaining C-sort of goofy detail is how the initial murder victim is a judge, and we know that because he’s just got a gavel sitting out on his desk at home. It’s used in his murder to help suggest that the crime was personal, of course, but the placement is still such a ridiculous way to communicate the man’s profession, especially when you consider that we’re also explicitly told he’s a state judge when Sergeant Wu and his partner are investigating the scene of the break-in.

There are some similarly unnecessary-feeling, awkward quick flashbacks in the mix—back to Nick being brutalized by the ogre in his house and to the ogre-killing poison and gun in his trailer. Of course, one way of looking at these is as part of the TV series package: Commercials are a thing, and people come in late. You have to catch up the late-comers and maybe re-establish a sense of drama and of the critical details for folks after the ads. This is one of those things I struggle to identify as a positive or a negative in my subjective assessment since Grimm being so obviously What It Is is absolutely part of the charm and was part of what I wanted out of this whole experience.

And there are a couple of plot oddities here, too, like just how long it takes for someone (Wu) to put together the idea of using Hank as bait for the vengeance-seeking Oleg. Captain Renard going along with Hank to a suspect’s place probably shouldn’t feel weird, but it does since, as far as I remember, this is new behavior for him.

It’s the mounting “complications” that ultimately elevate the episode, though, because of their novelty. Actually seeing Nick kind of shaken and vulnerable after he’s hospitalized from Oleg’s attack offers a new emotional angle from which to view him. He hasn’t been this badly beaten by a Wesen before. Hank similarly gets pushed emotionally in this episode, and the exact nature of the strain on him ends up being a nice twist, with how he and the DA colluded to “lose” evidence that might have gotten reasonable doubt for Oleg at his trial years ago.

The trust that Nick places in Monroe, a Wesen, by revealing the trailer to him is very much understated and great for it. The fact that Monroe ends up being the one who has to put Oleg down is also a cool, interesting wrinkle. The focus on the .600 caliber “elephant gun” bullets that are over 100 years old in the final scene with Renard and Hank is just a delightful little bit of quirkiness and suspense. That the weapons from the trailer are actually deployed here is something I was glad to see. It certainly makes sense for Nick to use his service weapon rather than swinging around a sword or flail or something, but that armory has been essentially teased up to this point, and it was just good to see some of it put to use.

#nbc grimm #tv series #review #rewatch

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I just read your "Outcast" fic about your OC, Ocho, and- AAHHHHH

I love this child. But I have a cute platonic imagine for you ;)

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Y/N, a new little padawan under Shaak Ti's teaching who couldn't be much older than 13, would always saved Ocho a seat in the mess hall. He had no idea why they did this, especially since the clones around him - the same ones that belittled him everyday - flocked to Y/N like Aiwha to a patch of krill. He didn't deserve their kindness, yet he got it anyway.

He could instantly see the way their eyes sparkled and their posture straightened whenever they spotted him. Through crowds of similar faces, their eyes always managed to find his own, no matter how crammed the environment was.

"Hey! Over here!" Y/N beamed, waving Ocho over to the table.

He was hesitant, his feet staying in place for a bit longer than necessary. Y/N must have saw it - sensed it - as they smiled warmly and nodded, beckoning him to come over.

Finally, Ocho let his feet wander over to the table.

"You're inviting him over here?"

His stomach turned at the words and his steps faltered. Maybe it was best to-

"Yes," Y/N said. They glared at their tablemates, "Problem?"

Ocho froze. His wide eyes looked towards the little padawan. Their eyebrows were furrowed, shadowing over the fire in their eyes. They little padawan who couldn't hurt a fly - since when did they become so fierce?

The clone sitting across from Y/N groaned, "Y/N, he's a-"

"I don't care what you think of him. He's sitting with us."

The clones around them quieted down and muttered, noticing the sudden change in the air. The clones around Y/N twisted their lips into frowns, narrowing their eyes.

"Fine," Y/N slammed the table with their palms, making the cups and utensils on it clatter. They grabbed their tray, glaring at the clones at the table, "If you guys aren't gonna let him sit here, I'll just find a spot with him," They stomped over to Ocho and grabbed his elbow, pulling him along, "Come on, let's go."

Ocho's feet stuttered. For the first time in his life, he was not being pulled by a Mandalorian or a Kaminoian who's patience was cutting shorter every single time they laid eyes on him. Instead, the hand around his elbow was gentle, yet still firm.

Wait a minute. What... What just happened? Did someone... Defend him? Stand by him? What happened to him against everyone; him against the galaxy? What- The thought made his head spin.

Exiting the mess hall, Y/N let go of Ocho's arm and plopped down. They leaned back against one of the walls, patting the obvious empty spot next to them. Ocho blinked. They wanted him to sit with them. He quickly took a seat next to them on the floor.

"I'm sorry about them."

Ocho's movements faltered, the tray in his hands forgotten.

"You don't deserve all the hate they give you. You're legit the strongest person I know. Which is saying something because I met a lot of you."

"You... You think I'm strong...?" Ocho hated how pathetic the tone of his voice was. It made him sound like a little cadet who got in trouble, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help feeling... Welcomed.

"What? Of course I do! You deal with their bantha-crap everyday-" Y/N slapped a hand to their mouth. They whispered, "That's a naughty word to say. Sorry."

A laugh escaped the clone's throat before he even processed what was happening.

"It's alright," Ocho smiled. It's more than alright.

"Anyways, I don't think we properly met," Y/N turned to face him directly. The tray of food discarded in their lap, they held their hand out.

Their smile was probably brighter than any sun Ocho had yet to see.

"My name is Y/N. Yours?"

Ocho stared at their hand. Putting his tray of whatever rations the Kaminoians got for the clones on the floor, he hesitantly clasped his humongous hand in the padawan's tiny one. Their middle and longest finger was probably the size of his pinky, but he didn't care.

He couldn't help the smile from stretching on his face as he replied, "Ocho."

If Ocho was going to miss one thing about Kamino, if he ever leaves, it would be Y/N; his first friend.

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I hope you like this! I just have the thought in my head and had to share ^^

My jaw just hit the floor- my heart can’t take this oh my lord. The thoughts in your head are wonderful!

#star wars #star wars clone wars #the clone boys #the clone wars #clone wars #clone boys #toska-talks #my clone oc #clone oc #arc trooper Ocho

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Black Tea

Chapter Four

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Shadow watched the bustling street below from his apartment window with a nervous air around him. On this cold Sunday morning instead of being back in bed sleeping until noon Shadow was waiting to be picked up by a pink-haired barista. They were going to the Flea Market. Remodeling the café had become a bigger task than both of them had originally thought. A weekend project turned into a month project. Not that he necessarily minded, it was obvious he enjoyed her company, he couldn’t hide it very well since he barely enjoys anyone’s company. Even Rouge tip-toed on the thin ice of his patience sometimes. Speak of the devil and she shall emerge from her room and groggily stomp to the coffee pot.

Rouge prepared a large surgery cup before noticing her roomate. She pulled a smirk, already knowing who Shadow was waiting for.

“Excited?” Rouge asked.

“No.” He turned from looking out the window.

“Apprehensive?” She teased wiggling an eyebrow.

“Yes, exactly….” Shadow huffed, throwing his hands in the air as he turned to look out the window. “She’s late. I despise being late.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I promise the flea market will still let you in.”

Shadow sighed in response. Rouge could see he was worried, in moments like this she really could tell how much older she was than him. Shadow was an adult and yet, he was still inexperienced with people.

“You’ll do fine. She already likes you enough to let you tear apart her whole café.” Rouge chuckled trying to reassure him.

A beat of silence passed between the two, Shadow was too worried to come up with a reply. Suddenly a loud honk surprised both of them.

“I think she’s here.” Rouge smiled watching her friend fret around looking for his keys. “Good luck kid.”

Shadow walked to the rusty hatch-back parked on the street, observing Amy as he did so. She wore her hair down today, it reached her mid-back and looked like pink sunrise ocean waves. As he opened the side door he noticed the smaller female sitting in the back seat, completely draped in black. She was wearing earbuds and stared out the window ignoring him.

“Hey stranger!” Amy smiled and waved at Shadow.

“Hello Amelia,” He looked behind her with curious and nervous eyes. He had never been good with kids. “Hello, I’m Shadow. You can blame me for wrecking the café.”

With an annoyed look Cream removed an earbud and muttered a greeting back. “Sup, I’m Cream. I know who you are already.”

Amy gave an awkward giggle and pulled the car into the street. “I’ve been talking about you to her.” She paused, “Not that i’ve been talking badly, all good things I swear!”

Shadow already felt a smile creeping onto his face, the drive had been quick with lots of small talk. Even though he usually hated talking about the tiny insignificant details of everyday life, talking to Amy came easy and without the invisible social rules that he tended to struggle with. Though she mostly leads the conversation jumping from topic to topic not really giving Shadow much of a chance to respond.

Amy pulled into the large gravel parking lot with a mission to get a good parking space, it took two rounds of circling but she finally found a spot that would be close enough to be convenient later.

“Alright, are we ready?” Amy asked excitedly, turning off the car.

“To be dragged around all day in the cold when I could’ve been sleeping in? Oh yeah, I’m so ready.” Cream said, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car.

“Sorry kiddo, I promise next weekend we’ll stay in.” Amy said emphatically.

“I’m not a kid!” Cream huffed.

“Sorry!” Amy closed her car door with a little too much force causing all three to flinch. Amy cursed at herself knowing she was being sensitive and venting her frustrations would only make things worse. “I’m sorry.” She said again this time with a softer tone.

“Whatever.” The small girl popped her earbuds back in, going back to ignoring Amy and Shadow.

Shadow watched Amy’s shoulders sag as she sighed, she looked more tired than he had initially noticed. Before he got the chance to confort or ask her about it she already was making her way towards the entrance. Shadow and Cream followed closely behind. Shadow did his best to ignore the feeling he was being watched, Cream was observing him with an intense gaze. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he didn’t want to find out and potentially cause more problems today.

The market had been bigger than Shadow had expected, rows and rows of pop-up tents and venders stretched across the large field. Clothing racks lined the first half of the left side, it looked mostly vintage from what he could see. It piqued his interest and surprisingly it seemed it also peaked Cream’s, the blonde girl meandered over to a rack of leather jackets.

Cream’s face lit up as she began to sort through the rack, though she was trying very hard to hide her excitement. Amy took notice and immediately watched with the eyes of a hawk, she tried to look casual, if she looked too interested Cream would get upset.

“Oh my,” Cream gasped, “This is badass.”

“Language!” Amy said firmly. “What is it? Do you like that one?”

Cream wiped the smile from her face and slowly took the hanger from the rack. It was a simple black cropped motorcycle jacket, she turned the hanger showing that the back said ‘FLOWER POWER’.

“It’s alright,” Cream said flatly.

“Do you want it?” Amy reached over and checked the tag. “It’s pretty decently priced and looks warm. I’ll get it for you.” She smiled.

“No,” She quickly hung the jacket back up. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Amy asked.

Shadow watched her eyes flicker back to the jacket and then down to the ground. Perhaps Cream was worried about money, from his own first hand experience Amy wasn’t the best at hiding that sort of thing. He had a tugging feeling Cream didn’t want any money spent on her today.

“Um,” Shadow spoke up, grabbing their attention. “I’ll get it for you. I was planning on acquiring one for myself anyways.”

“What? No, no. I can’t have you do that.” Amy jumped and shook her head quickly back and forth.

“Please,” Shadow looked at Cream, knowing her opinion mattered most. “It’s a buy one, get one half off. It’ll be perfect. Consider it an apology for putting the café in chaos.” He gestured to the sale sign above the rack. “I insist, I would be more than happy.”

Cream finally had a real bashful smile spread on her lips, she nodded and turned to Amy. “I deserve this apology.”

“I-,” Amy glanced between the two and sighed. “Alright, if you really insist.”

He nodded and turned his attention back to the rack. Amy watched him with a soft smile stuck on her lips, Cream and Shadow continued to look through the clothes side by side. Occasionally showing the other an interesting find, silently of course, Amy laughed to herself, here they looked like two peas in a pod.

“What kind of jacket are you going to get?” She leaned over his shoulder to look at his current pick.

Shadow froze up feeling Amy so close, he stumbled over his words. “This one is different from the one I already have,” He held up the hanger for a better view, it was a long and minimalistic leather trench coat. “I don’t know how I feel about it, but I keep coming back to it.”

“Try it on. Here I’ll hold your coat,” Amy took the hanger and held out her arm for him. “If you keep coming back to it, that obviously means you like it.” Amy paused after those words came out of her mouth, something about that statement hung in her gut and made her heart flutter. He kept coming back to the café and it wasn’t to stretch to say he was coming back to see her. Maybe he likes me? Amy immediately pushed down all the emotions that arose from that thought, it was all too complicated to deal with currently.

“Yeah, try it on…” Cream said quietly, nodding in agreement.

Shadow shed off his studded jacket and plopped it onto Amy, she stumbled slightly not expecting it to be heavy. “Jeez, what are you carrying around rocks in here?” She teased.

“Yes,” Shadow said without hesitation and with sincerity. He watched her face twist, confused and then gestured to his pocket. “Go ahead, look.”

Amy reached into the pocket and pulled out a large chunk of white quartz. “Oh my god, you weren't kidding!” She burst into laughter shaking her head.

“Wow, you’re weird.” Cream stared at the crystal. “I can see why you like him, Amy.” She teased and smirked up at the pink-haired women.

“Hey, that’s not very nice.” Amy said in a hushed whisper, her face turned a similar shade to her rosy hair.

“It’s true, don’t concern yourself. I take no offense.” Shadow softly smiled and looked away, looking at her in this moment made his heart feel tight. She likes me! He slid on the trench coat and looked down at himself. The pair inspected his outfit, Cream nodded in approval while Amy covered her mouth subtly hiding a shy smile.

“You look like a guy from that one movie,” Cream rubbed her chin deep in thought. “If you put on your sunglasses it would be identical.”

Amy never really considered Shadow’s sense of style before. She usually saw him on his way to work and he wore pretty much the same thing everyday, black slacks and dark colored silk shirts in varying shades of black and red. Or if he was dressed for working at the café it was black jeans with a simple dark band t-shirt. However today he must have dressed for himself, layered necklaces and stacked rings, silver chains draped along his side, topped off with large chunky boots that had a slight heel. The coat on top was perfect. She admired the outfit for a little longer, collecting her thoughts.

“You look good一I mean it looks good, the jacket.” Amy said, fumbling over herself. “Not to say you don't look good, you do! You look handsome,” She quickly stopped herself from anything more, her cheeks couldn’t handle the embarrassment any longer.

“Thank you, I’ll get it then.” Shadow looked away, he couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, or if she was really flustered. Whatever it was; made him really happy.

The rest of the day was spent looking for objects for the café, new art and tableware were the main objective. Cream was sporting her new jacket, happy to carry her old puffer coat under her arm, she seemed to be in a better mood. Now she only had one earbud in to ignore them. Amy would happily take this as a small win.

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