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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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hey!!

First of all, just wanna say that I hope you are doing amazing! And I hope you don’t feel pressured or anything by the asks, and if you do, please take a break! You deserve it!!

I was still wondering if I could request AleRudy poly with a s/o who is a Metalhead? Like they have a battle vest (a vest with band patches all over it), loves punk and metal music, hell, maybe how they would react to me stagediving (climbing into the stage the band is playing on and jumping into the crowd) or me in a mosh pit (I can send you a video of one)

Thank you! And like I said, you are amazing!

Hey! Thank you, those are very kind words, I appreciate them ^^ And don't worry, if I feel overwhelmed I will take a break, but I mostly just get 1-2 requests a day these days, so it's alright!

AleRudy with a Metalhead!S/O

Rodolfo would somewhat vibe with your music. Whenever he’s especially pissed, he likes to listen to some aggressive music, like metal or some hard rock, to let out some of the anger. It doesn’t help in calming him down, but he feels better afterwards anyway. Outside of that, Alejandro sometimes listens to some classic bands, like AC/DC, The Rolling Stones or W.A.S.P. Aside from that, neither of them really listen to any of your music. It’s good to vibe to, has a great tune, but they usually leave some pop music on in the background, something they can just have on and ignore for the most part. Alejandro does like some classic Mexican music as well, though. So, neither of them would be too familiar with what you’re listening to. However, they think it’s really cool that you can enjoy such rough and fast paced music, many people shy away from it, after all. You could probably somewhat get them into it if you start out with either the classical songs or just some more mellow ones that aren’t too rough just yet. They love your little vest, though, since it looks awesome and really shows your dedication to those bands you like or have seen. If you slowly introduce them to your music, then you can slowly get them to have a vest of their own as well. It won’t be as magnificent as yours is, but they’ll try to add some patches of bands they’ve seen with you, which they liked. It’d be a small incentive for them to go to a concert with you, if they have the time.

You’d actually have an easier time dragging Rodolfo along than Alejandro. Don’t get me wrong, neither of them really mind going to concerts with you, but Rodolfo has found some bands he likes already. Because many of the classic bands don’t really play anymore, and because he doesn’t really know that many modern bands, Alejandro won’t know what he should listen to . Plus he prefers listening to the music he already knows. He may be open to something new if it’s really good, but he just sticks to the classics if he can. While neither of them may be familiar with the etiquette and customs of a concert, they’ll try for you. However, both of them will grow concerned when there’s suddenly a circle starting to form, one that you want to be part of. Rodolfo has heard about moshing before, but doesn’t really know what to think of it. It seems unnecessarily violent and crude, so he doesn’t want you to be part of such a thing. Alejandro is also hesitant, even if he has no idea in the slightest what’s going on. Both of them would try to convince you to not take part in it. With enough persuasion and asking them to get off your case, you could come to the agreement that Alejandro would go with you so you wouldn’t get hurt. You can tell him all you want that that’s just par for the course, he will come with you. Watches over you like a mother hen the entire time. Rodolfo does too, but he stands on the side and watches it all go down from there. It would take a few kind strangers helping you up to show them that moshing actually isn’t as bad as it might seem at first. However, one of them will always come with you and run alongside you whenever you wanna go moshing.

Once they’ve gotten accustomed to the idea of a mosh pit, you could partake in a wall of death as well. But that time both of them would be by your side. He wouldn’t admit it, but the idea of just ramming into someone does seem kind of fun to Alejandro, who, in turn, would convince Rodolfo to join as well. He would mention your safety being the highest priority, but in reality he just wants to goof around a bit with Rodolfo.

By then Rodolfo will likely have understood that metalheads really aren’t as scary as they may seem at first. He’ll just let you stagedive to your heart’s content, as long as you meet up again by the time the concert is over. It would actually be Alejandro who would fuss over you a bit since he’ll lose you out of his sight. Just convince him that you’ll be fine, that you won’t get hurt, and he’ll begrudgingly let you. He may not be too happy since he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd this big, but he’ll let you if you really want it. Both of them will try to grab you and move you along, if you’re within reach, though. Again, as long as you find each other again once the concert is over, all is good. However, Alejandro won’t stop bugging Rodolfo about how you might be doing. It’s rare for Alejandro to be the uptight one this entire time and for Rodolfo to be so relaxed, but it can happen. The latter just really wants to enjoy the music. You’ll be fine, he trusts you.

So yeah, drag them along to a festival or a concert, they’ll have fun. Both of them have tinnitus from shooting guns anyway, so a concert won’t hurt them. They get to spend time with each other and with you, all the while listening to some good music.

#cod #cod x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #alerudy #alerudy x reader #I actually grew up with metal myself. my father would always play it whenever we were in the car #even now I still hear it a lot. I remember In Extremo. Heaven Shall Burn and Eluveitie #those are some really good bands too. but I prefer the classic bands myself. my parents introduced me to wasp today #I don't really like screamo all that much but I can appreciate a good fast paced tune #I've only been to one concert so far. Starset which is my favorite band. they're so good and I was so happy when I got to see them live #but I really wanna go to another concert again at some point! It was so good!#besides going to concerts seems like so much fun! it's got a really nice flair!#I just don't know which concerts to go to unfortunately #anyway thank you for the request! I got to talk to my parents about music because of it which is always nice #metal is so good even if I'm not the biggest fan of the rougher stuff myself

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tatoda · 9 months

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Guitar Pick | college!conrad x fem!reader

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summary: you go to Brown and maybe you don’t exactly fit in, but one brown haired boy makes you feel as if you do

pairing: college!conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: just fluff <3

wc: 800 (sorry it's short im getting back into things)

first con fic since last year :) a little rusty on the writing i apologize. sorry it’s not so long :(

It was the smell in the air that brought you comfort. The casual people-watching you would do as you walked down to the music store closest to campus— it wasn’t the best place to shop but it will do for the times you’re in Providence.

The ding of the door sounded as you walked through the store. The red interior with wood floors reminded you of back home, so that is why you kept coming back to the same spot every weekend. No one tried to bother you when shopping. Of course some boys would walk by and you’d glance their way, but they would never glance back at you the same way.

Picking up a guitar from one of the stands you sat down at the small corner couch. You have always loved playing any instrument, you would run around the house singing and hitting any object around the house to make drums until your aunt got you a ukulele at the age of 6 which took your dreams and desires for music to grow. Being at Brown surprised your family. They really thought you would just go to a music school, but you wanted to explore other career paths. Sometimes your parents weren’t proud of it but they supported your decision.

After a few minutes of strumming the instrument, you stood back up to get a new guitar pick. It was time for a new one— well that’s what you told yourself but you just loved shopping for new things. Reaching for a red and green one, another pair of hands reached for the same one.

“sorry.” glancing up at the voice, you see a boy maybe around your age, with brown eyes and brown hair as his cheeks turned a little red at the intersection

“no that’s my fault sorry, go ahead it’s all yours.” you gestured towards the pick.

“no, my mom raised me to be a gentleman. please take it.”

“i-“ but the tall figure cut you off

“please i was looking at another one anyways.” he looked down at you

“thanks, sorry again.” you softly grabbed it as he smiled gently at you before picking up a solid navy blue one

You didn’t think twice before you went to go pay for it and took off out of the store carrying on with your day.

The next day, you sat under a tree strumming your guitar just letting the nice weather hit for once. The shade of the tree helped you relax not being blinded by the sun. You were so busy strumming the instrument you didn’t realize the figure walking towards you.

“guitar pick girl.” the familiar voice called out making you stop in movement, the boy from yesterday. he was walking towards you wearing a Brown sweatshirt and sweatpants

“hi.” you softly introduced not knowing you would be seeing this boy again

“I’m sorry, i know it’s weird for me just to walk up like that and rude for me to not know your name. you left too quickly yesterday i tried to-to get your name but you were gone.” he played with his fingernails as he spoke

“sorry.” you smiled apologetically not knowing why this boy who you totally thought was cute was suddenly approaching you

“no worries,” he rocked on his feet “i-im Conrad, Conrad Fisher” he stuck his hand out to you and you lifted yours off the guitar

“y/n y/l/n” his eyes seemed to immediately remember the future

“how long have you been playing?”

“my whole life basically. you play?” he nods

“yeah just not too long ago maybe like a summer or 2, my mom wanted me to learn a song for her.”

“that’s sweet of you. you must be a mamas boy for the two times you have mentioned her talking to me.” you grinned at him

“yeah.” he sadly smiled and you didn’t feel like pushing him to ask about what it was all about “do you mind if i sit? you look like you need some company.” he gestured to the grass next to you

“all yours.” conrad then sat down next to you criss-cross

“what year are you?” he played with the grass that was in front of him

“junior, what about you?”

“sophomore.” you nodded and you both went silent but it wasn’t a bad silence, it was comfortable

“could i take you out sometime?” your eyes drifted over to conrad and his eyes went wide “sorry! i didn’t mean to come off so strong, i’d just like to get to know you better.” you looked down at his hands as they played with the grass faster and you put a hand over his to stop his movements

“i’d love that.” his eyes went to your hands and his visible relaxed

“i just thought you were really pretty yesterday.” that sentence made you blush and look down biting your lip

“i thought you were pretty cute too, conrad.”

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher #prime video #the summer i turned pretty season 2 #college!conrad fisher #belly x conrad #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x fem!reader

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 23 days

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Hello, Happy Holy Ramadan. I know your request box is closed, but when your request box is opened, can you make this request? if it doesn't bother you, could you do Long Ramadan headcanons for Damian Wayne and the reader? I saw your Damian wayne x muslim reader post before. And I thought it was appropriate to ask you this. If this request bothers you, feel free to ignore it. Have a nice day 🩷🩷🩷🤚

Ramadan HCs

Muslim!Damian Wayne x Muslim!Reader

hey there sweetheart and Ramadan Mubarak <3! firstly i'm so sorry that it took me so long to respond to the ask! im ashamed it took me a year honestly. requests are closed but i still wanted to be able to write for this because we obviously need more muslim representation and also the last time i posted the muslim hc for damian there were just so many of the readers who texted me or sent asks or commented saying that they really appreciated the representation

anyways i wasn't sure if i was going to respond or not because it has been a year but since it is currently Ramadan and it's going to end very soon I figured why not

Thank you for being so respectful in your ask, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Hope you have a very blessed Ramadan and wishing everyone a lot of health and happiness during this time. Even to my non-muslim readers, I hope you all are doing well and you're all healthy <3333

also i know that there is a very slim chance of this happening because all of you are amazing but i will not tolerate any hate of any kind. if you

your first Ramadan after being married to Damian was certainly a new experience

before being married, you were just used to your parents handling everything for you

by the time you wake up for suhoor, the table would be set

by the time you'd be home from university, your mother would be waiting by the door with a date and a glass of water

so now that you were married and you had to handle everything on your own, it took a little bit of getting used to

luckily for you, Damian is a very hands on type of man

he's the kind of person who'd just drink a cup of water or a glass of milk, maybe a couple of dates or a fruit and he'd be ok for the remainder of the day

but god forbid you even think of doing the same thing

he'd just about have a heart attack

absolutely not

initially, he'd request Alfred to make meals for you so he could bring them home for the both of you to have suhoor together

just until the both of you got the hang of it

after that damian would either help you cook before patrol so there would be food ready for the both of you

or he'd swing by some restaurant that was open and grab some takeout for the both of you

he'd heat up the food and set the table and making sure everything was absolutely ready before finally waking you up

practically carrying your sleepyass to the table and handfeeding you so he can make sure you're eating properly

since he handles suhoor, you handle iftar and keep the table set so you can eat together

you could always just stay at the manor so you wouldn't have to worry about the meals, like bruce or dick have suggested so many times

but you prefer living alone with your husband

no offense to them at all

but it's just easier for you to maintain your modesty at your own home

anyways

your marriage gets really tested during Ramadan

the two of you are barely getting any sleep and it's difficult for you both to get used to

the only time that you both spend together and are completely present is when he should be patrolling

the lack of sleep makes you both kind of cranky

and it's difficult to not snap at each other

eventually you both get pretty tired and exhausted and just slip into routine

but of course it's nothing some sleep and some time spent together can't solve

and since you've been trying to reduce watching movies and listening to music during the holy month, you end up playing board games together or going for long drives together where you just talk and talk and talk

you thought you were extremely secure in your marriage

that was until you saw damian pout and give you the silent treatment after losing a game of gin rummy

then claiming you shouldn't be playing a game called 'jinn' in the first place

not swearing or talking shit during ramadan was especially hard for him

especially with tim and steph yelling 'fi ramadan?' at him everytime he makes even the slightest snide comment

you find it hilarious but i digress

whenever you go to the masjid for nightly prayers, damian and you will go and find a new ice cream place to try out late at night

you mention in passing how the women's side of the mosque is so bland compared to the men's and damian immediately looks into getting the mosque refurbished so that you and other women can enjoy it

damian's shoes get stolen once and the great detective actually couldn't find out who it was

you hear him complain about it constantly

CONSTANTLY

this time is when you both really lean into the adorable muslim couple aesthetic

matching prayer mats with each of your names embroidered on it

matching tasbih

and other things you get the picture

you both go all out for ramadan and decorate your home from top to bottom

since you both don't really celebrate many of the western holidays, he really wants to make this a memorable time for the both of you

and so do you

you hold an iftar party at your place many times with all your friends and family

it started out with you just inviting everyone but eventually it became a weekly potluck, which you really appreciated

bro damian is more excited about Eid than you are

he literally has to keep reminding you to get your dress ready for Eid al fitr

because he wants to get a jubbah in a matching color and surprise you

you know how you have those cute texts of girlies asking their bfs for their opinions on their nails?

the exact same thing

except with HENNA

you send him like 100 different pictures a week, planning which design you want to wear for Eid

he responds to all of them with utmost seriousness

obviously, he's an artist

he knows whats the difference between arabic and indian designs for henna

but secretly he's wondering why you're sending him so many when you only have 2 hands

but um hello he's never going to tell you that

because it's ramadan and obv ramadan related stuff is going to be appearing on everyones fyp he has to deal with both you and dick sending him videos of the scholars being funny (iykyk)

hey guys let's start ramadan w a bang

also has to deal with jason asking him CONSTANTLY how he's still able to walk around when all the demons are supposed to be locked up for the month

plus he has to now deal with you watching mukbangs and restaurant reviews and crying to him about how you're starving

why on earth did silent asmr mukbangs of wingstop get so popular only during ramadan?

believe me every single prayer damian makes during this month, he is thanking god for bringing you to him and praying for your health and your happiness

when you found out, you cried in his arms for a good solid 5 minutes

he also secretly kind of prayed for kids on laylat ul qadr but you didn't hear it from me

not only is this month really special for the both of you, you take it as an opportunity to give back

damian has wayne enterprises run soup kitchens for the entire month and they serve all people meals as well as suhoor and iftar

you both volunteer there personally

you donate money of course and damian will tell you that everytime he does it, he feels fulfilled in a way he never has before

you honestly feel so proud of the man you feel blessed to call your husband

also, like the perfect husband he is, he sends gifts and food to your parents

who quickly begin to regard him as better than your own siblings

much to his secret pleasure

uk i wish i could keep going

honestly ramadan is such a magical and rewarding time of the year

and you are so happy to spend it along with damian

P.S.

while damian completely understood the point of sacrificing a goat for Eid al adha

he still cried about it to you the night before out of guilt

you definitely donated the meat that came out of that

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Worth the Risk - Part 1: The Dishwasher

bfd!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Series Masterlist - AO3 LINK

Summary

You're visiting your home town on college break and you are staying overnight at your best friend's house. You never realized how attractive her dad was until that night. You wonder if he feels the same.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, forbidden relationship, reader is in her 20s, best friend's dad!Santi, Santiago is a dirty man y'all, not much else to say, smut, depraved, corruption kink

Word Count: 3.7k

Also, this tied in with a request from @romanarose <3 thank you bb for requesting!

“It’s been so long.” You said, wrapping your arms around your friend tightly.

You took in her smell, so happy to see her again after so much time had gone by. It had only been a few months, but it felt like years sometimes.

“I know!” She yelled in your ear before pulling back to look you up and down. “How have you been?”

You sighed, “I’ve been pretty good, wanted to make sure I came to see you for the night before going back to school.”

“I’m sorry about Cody.” She gave you a sympathetic look.

“It’s fine I-” you started, but then you caught her father out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey…!” Mr. Garcia said, coming up behind Maria with a smile

“Hey Mr. Garcia.” You said, wrapping your arms around him.

“How long is it going to take for you to start calling me Santi? Or at least Santiago?” He smirked. “You make me feel old.”

“You are old, dad.” Maria said, chuckling. “Come on, let’s go to my room.” Your friend grabbed your hand and tugged you along.

Goodness you’ve grown, Santi thought, watching you run off with Maria. Over the last couple years, since you’d started going to college, your schedule didn’t line up with the times Maria had been at his house, and he hadn’t seen you in a long time. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Maria’s room hadn’t changed since you last saw it. It was still pink and bubbly, matching her personality perfectly. You always thought she had the coolest window, fit with a reading nook and big sheer curtains. You sat down on her bed, dropped your duffle bag on the floor, and she went to her desk, opening her laptop. She put on some pop music in the background and then turned to you.

“So, spill it, what happened with Cody?” She asked, giving you a devilish smirk. “Tell me all the dirty details. I wanna know how you fucked him over.”

You rolled your eyes. “I already told you over the phone. He cheated on me.” You sighed, “can we please just not do this right now? I…I don’t really wanna talk about him. He’s a loser.”

“With his ex? What’s her name?” You watched her open a browser and get onto her social media account.

“I really don’t want to do this Maria, can we just forget about it? Please?” You begged.

She looked at you, her eyes said she was ignoring your request to stop and wanted you to tell her anyway, but eventually she gave up, closing the browser.

“You’re so boring. Fine.” She groaned. “So other than that, what have you been up to?”

You told her everything you’d done over the last few months. You talked about your parents, any cute professors you had, and new friends you’d met. The conversation moved on to her talking about a new guy she met at her school. She’d stayed more local than you had, but you were only a few hours away. She then told you about how she was madly in love with him before she got on talking about how annoying her father could be.

“You know how he is. When the guy came over for dinner the other night dad got all, you’d better take good care of her.” She scoffed. “He’s such an old man.”

“He just worries about you.” You reminded her. “And he’s not that old. My dad is old.” You chuckled. “Your dad is like forty.”

“Yeah.” She said looking at you incredulously, “old.”

“Girls! Come on down, it’s time for dinner!” He called up.

You followed Maria down the stairs and to the kitchen. Santi always made the best meals when you would come over during your high school days, and now was no different. You sat down to his right and thanked him for dinner, a soft smirk spread across his lips. You took a sip of your water.

Santiago tried to keep his eyes on your face, but your tank top left little to the imagination. Weren’t you too young to be dressing like that? No, of course not, you were an adult now. His throat bobbed when he gulped, blinking and trying to peel his gaze away from the beautiful way your breasts pushed together. Were you even wearing a bra? Did he forget to turn the heat up?

“Dad?”

You saw Santi visibly jump when he looked over at Maria. Had he been staring at you? You didn’t realize until you looked up and thought you’d seen his eyes on you. Heat rose to your cheeks.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, raising his eyebrows toward Maria.

“Can you pass the butter?” He sucked in a deep breath, “yeah, here you go.” He handed it to her. “So…” he said your name, “Maria tells me that you’re going through a breakup?” He raised his dark brows when he looked at you.

“Um…” You felt awkward talking about it in front of him. You didn’t know why she always had to make your business everyone’s business. “Yeah. I’d rather not talk about it though.”

“Those boys your age are the worst. Trust me.” He bit into his food, and you did the same.

You smirked, “yeah, I think the next guy I date should be someone older. I’m sick of boys.”

Santi almost choked on his food, having to remind himself to chew before he swallowed his piece of steak whole. He passed a glance at you, your eyes met. You could see what was happening. It had never occurred to you, having an interest in your best friend’s dad, but he was very handsome. You licked your lips before breaking eye contact and looking back down at your plate.

Maria took the conversation away, going on about her new business class, which she hadn’t had a chance to tell you about earlier. Neither you or Santiago were listening. You were thinking about this weird feeling you had. You’d never thought about him like that before, but now you were remembering all the times you’d seen him at the pool, or coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist.

Mr. Garcia…

At some point during the meal, you looked over and noticed Santi looking at you, and you quickly looked away, not sure what he was looking at you for. There was no way that he felt the same, right? This was just a silly crush forming, nothing serious. This was one of those things that young adults did right? It was just foolish.

You gulped down some more water, trying to clear your thoughts, but then clumsily dropped it on the table, and the water trailed off into Santi’s lap.

“Shit.” You muttered, grabbing your napkin and quickly rushing over.

You had been so worried about the fact that you spilled the liquid on him, that you didn’t think about how inappropriate it probably was to be patting your friend’s dad’s thigh. Santi was in shock, sitting there immobile at your quick hands patting over his lap in repetition. His thoughts were dirty, filthy even. You were so sweet, not realizing the effect you had on him at that moment.

All at once you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you dropped the towel in his lap.

“I’m-uh-I’m really sorry.” You stepped back, finally realizing the awkwardness you’d caused.

“No it’s…” He caught your gaze with an intense stare. “It’s fine.” His eyes lingered on yours for a second too long before he looked back down at his lap. “I’m gonna go change.” He dropped the towel on the table.

“Mr. Gar-I mean, Santi, I’m really-”

“It’s fine, it’s just water. Maria, clean up please.” He stood up and rushed away quickly.

He ran to his room and slammed the door behind him, pressing his back to the wall. His breathing was staggered and heavy. He locked the door and unbuttoned his wet pants. When you’d spilled the water and then rushed over, pressing your hands and towel to his thigh, you’d brushed up along his cock. He always thought you were a pretty girl, but he also always stopped it at that. Any further thought would have been downright inappropriate.

He couldn’t help himself now though. He pulled down his boxer-briefs and jeans and stepped out of them. His cock was aching, standing erect, already leaking from the head. His hand fisted around it. You’d hardly touched him, but then again, it had been so long since he’d felt anyone’s grip besides his own. He spit into his hand, lubricating his palm so it would glide over the length of his member. For a second he thought about you, and how much he’d love to feel you-

“Fuck.” He said to himself alone.

He removed his hand from himself, and stood there for a while letting his cock soften. He couldn’t go on thinking like that. He couldn’t possibly imagine himself jerking to completion at the thought of his daughter’s best friend. Yes, you were an adult, but you were so much younger than him, it wasn’t right. He couldn’t bear what his daughter would think\ if she found out. She would hate him. Not to mention, a girl like you, who looked the way you did, probably wouldn’t even be interested in someone like him, nevermind the fact that he was your friend’s dad.

“I’m gonna go check on him.” Maria said to you when Santi had been gone for quite some time. “Do you mind putting the dishes in the dishwasher? You can come up to my room when you’re done.”

“Yeah sure.” You said, starting to clear the table.

He was changed and in the hall by the time Maria came up. He asked where you were, and she told him you were loading the dishwasher. All too eagerly, he trekked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. He was prepared to tell you that you didn’t have to finish and you could go right up to hang out with Maria, but when he saw you, or rather, your prominent rear, he couldn’t speak.

You were bent down, the bottoms of your cheeks were peeking out through the hem of your shorts. He ran a hand over his mouth while he stared shamelessly at you. The work he’d done to focus his cock into softening was all for nothing now. You were really testing his self control.

When you spun around, you saw Santi standing there. He jumped nearly five feet when you saw him, and you did the same. You grabbed the kitchen counter and breathed heavily.

“Jesus, Santi, I didn’t see you there.” You chuckled nervously. “You scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckled too, “likewise. You don’t have to do that, the dishes, I can finish up. Maria always finds a way to get out of doing the shit I ask her to.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem.” You said turning back around, slowly bending over and then standing to lift the dishwasher door closed. You were playing with fire. “Just tell me what button to-”

You felt his chest nearly touching you. He was close enough that the fabric of his shirt could be felt on the back of your bare arms. He reached over from behind you and pushed the buttons on the dishwasher to start it. You turned around, Santi was standing close to you. Your heart was thumping in your ears, deafening you.

Santiago looked down at your perfect chest, tits perky, nipples nearly grazing his shirt. You leaned in, he started leaning too. His fingers brushed over your cheek and he reached his hand behind the back of your head.

You heard your name called over the top of the stairs, “...are you coming?”

Santiago let out a sigh of defeat, and so did you. He dropped his arm to his side.

“I-I’d better go.” You breathed heavily, staring up at Santi’s eyes for a second before skirting around him and heading to the stairs.

What the fuck are you doing Santi? He asked himself.

Just ten minutes ago he had given himself a pep-talk about letting those thoughts go. When he saw your delicious ass on display when he came down those stairs though, he’d lost all semblance of reason. This wasn’t like him, but…you were looking at him like that, you were bending over like that.

Your brain was a mess while Maria rambled to you. You thought you were out of your mind when you scrambled to clean the water off of Santi’s lap at dinner and he looked into your eyes. You’d thought for sure that you made up the connection he had with you, but now you were certain. He was into you. There was no other reason for him to have been staring at you like that right? If he had just come down the stairs, he wouldn’t have jumped when you turned around, he’d been looking at you. Further, he had no reason to come up behind you like that to start the dishwasher, chest brushing against your spine. He’d leaned in, almost kissing you, right?

There was only one real way to confirm. It was eleven on the dot, and Maria was snoring to your left. You silently got out of her bed and left the room. You couldn’t be so bold as to go knocking on his bedroom door, you had to be more careful than that. Your throat felt a little dry, so you thought about getting a glass of water.

You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this in the hopes that Santiago Garcia, your best friend’s dad, would come down there and fuck you senseless. Surely you were mistaken. The more you thought about it, the more foolish it started to sound. That is, until you had a half full glass of water and a daring hand snaking around your hip.

He’d heard you sneak from Maria’s bedroom, and hoped that by making his move you wouldn’t scream or push him away. It was possible that you were into it, that you were just as desperate as he was. If that were the case, it wouldn’t be hard to just keep this little thing a secret, if that’s what he had to do to have you, even if only for one night.

“Having a hard time sleeping?” He asked, lips against your neck.

You gulped, letting out a short breath. “Y-yes.” You said softly.

His cock was pressing against your rear in a gentle churning motion, just enough to feel some friction. You didn’t move, you didn’t dare. Part of you was still trying to comprehend that this was real, and that your friend’s dad really wanted you. When you thought about him, his eyes, his lips, he was so good looking, you realized that you really did want him. That’s why you went down there in the first place, right? You put the glass down on the counter and gripped the granite surface for support.

“You can push me away. I know this is wrong.” He whispered.

“Mr. Garcia…” You said breathlessly.

All the times he told you to call him Santi, he had done it for Maria’s sake. He always loved hearing you call him Mr. Garcia. Maybe it was some weird kink in his head, but it made his cock pulsate with a fierce need whenever you said it.

His hand, large against your abdomen, trekked down into your shorts, you were soaked. He circled over your clitoris. You’d never been with someone his age, but you’d heard that older men knew what they were doing. His left hand reached up and cupped your breast.

“Did you forget your bra sweetheart?” He continued his circling motion around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“N-no, I…oh…I didn’t wear one on purpose.” You said in a playful tone.

He snickered, “of course you didn’t, such a tease.”

He rutted his hips against you. There was still part of him telling him how wrong this was, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop himself. His middle finger slipped into the folds of your cunt, immediately drowning in the juices that had been leaking there since putting the dishes away. The way he kissed your neck, and the way his finger worked into you made you wish you’d slept with more men his age.

“You really know what you’re doing…” You said in between your needy panting.

“Yes, hermosa, I’ll take care of you.”

You threw your head back against his shoulder and gripped the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles ached. His lips latched on to your throat, sucking the skin there tenderly. You felt another one of his thick fingers slip into your hole, pumping in and out of you. You were trying to keep yourself from making too much noise, but it felt too good.

“Sh, you want us to get caught?” He said through clenched teeth.

“No Mr. Garcia.” You managed to choke out.

“Then you’d better learn to keep that pretty little mouth quiet cariño.”

He was fingering you fast now, so fast that you were struggling to hold on to the countertop anymore and so you let go, allowing his strong arms to keep you in place. You felt full, but not full enough. You wanted more. You needed more.

“I want you to fuck me Mr. Garcia, please.” You begged. “Fuck me.”

Though he was thoroughly enjoying fingering you, he was glad you said something, because he was seconds from losing it in his sweats, and he would rather lose himself in your sweet cunt. He turned you around to the island counter and bent you over the granite. You quickly pulled your shorts down around your thighs, and you felt his thick cock as he wasted no time readying it at your hole.

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” He asked, holding the head there at your entrance.

“Yes, please, I need it.” You said desperately.

“It might hurt a little, just say something if it does, ok?” He pressed a hand over your back and then pushed himself through until his hips were flush against your rear.

You reached and grabbed the other side of the island counter for stability.

“That’s a good girl, just hold on tight like that.” He brought both of his hands down to land a bruising grip on your hips.

“S-Santi.” You moaned, “You’re so big, holy-”

It wasn’t painful, and it felt good to have him gliding over your walls. He looked down, reveling in the way your hole split over his cock. He grunted, thrusting into you, his skin slapped against your rear. Nothing had ever felt like you did, so warm, so tight, it didn’t even matter to him that you were his kid’s friend anymore. He just wanted to hear you screaming his name until you could hardly breathe.

“Fuck, cariño, you have such a nice little pussy. So wet and ready for me. Have you been thinking about me all night?” He said in a whisper between his deep moans.

“Y-yes.” You admitted. “I wanted to feel your cock Mr. Garcia.”

“Of course you did sweetheart.” His thrusts were getting faster. “Is that why you bent over doing those dishes like that? Huh? Were you hoping your best friend’s dad would come down the stairs and catch you shaking your ass like a little tease?”

“Fuck, yes.” You felt your core heating as your climax closed in.

“You’re such a naughty little girl, gonna fill you with my cum sweetheart.” His thrusting became jagged and stuttering, and his breathing turned into hushed grunts as he started to shoot his hot ropes into you.

“Yes…” You said, feeling your own orgasm peak.

You gushed over him, cunt squeezing the life from his hard length. It was hard to keep quiet, despite knowing you should. Maria was right upstairs and as long as she was still sleeping, she wouldn’t have heard your whimpering cries while your pussy contracted over her dad’s thick cock. She wouldn’t have heard your cracked voice say his name like a prayer while your knuckles strained over the countertop.

He stepped back, letting his cock and cum spill out of you. You heard some shuffling and then felt him using a towel to clean your cunt and your thighs.

“Squeeze it out for me sweetheart.” He demanded.

You did, feeling gobs of hot white ejaculate falling out into the paper towel Santi held between your thighs. Your legs were still shaking while you held on to the granite tightly. You couldn’t believe you had actually done that with him. It’s not like you hadn’t had the opportunity to do it many times during visits before, this time was different though, this time he had been so bold and desperate. He was irresistible.

“There’s a good girl.” He said as he finished cleaning you up.

You pulled your shorts up and turned to him. His face was flush with color, curls disheveled. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. His eyes looked at you with a near drunken hooded gaze. You wished that you could be held now, even for a few moments before having to leave, but you knew your time together was over, for now.

“Run to bed now.” He said.

When you turned, you were met with a quick smack on your rear before you bounded over the stairs to join your friend in her bed once again. You could only hope, with breath-stilling anticipation, that you would get to spend more time with him again some day.

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Dude I’m obsessed with your writing I’m so glad I came across your page omg 😭🙏 I Hope you don’t mind me requesting a Omnis gaunt x reader fic that would be about the reader being a pureblood like omnis being arranged to marry each other and the both don’t get along and then later on they both start warming up to each other and also start caring about each other one day the reader catches a slytherin girl flirting with omnis which makes her jealous to the point the reader is tempted to transform the girl into a damn chicken and Omnis immediately knows the reader is there so after the girl goes away Ominis starts teasing the reader which causes her to be flustered and then out of nowhere the reader quickly gives him a kiss (I’m so sorry if this sounds cringe but I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers and I can’t help but imagine omnis and the reader be like that at first)

"You're supposed to be my husband you idiot <(‵^′)>"

Marriage? (O.G)

hehe OG. Anyway, this is pretty long, if I do say so myself. I listened to a classical music playlist so I kind of got into it. Also, I think my nose ring got infected and now the tip of my nose hurst really bad, so I have to deal with that for a bit. Apparently you shouldn't use rubbing alcohol and stuff and only like saline solution but....my old college friend stole my solution and I keep forgetting to buy more. Anyway, no warnings, fem!reader, whose also in Slytherin. Its just the good old angst/fluff enemies to lovers trope. I've never written for Ominis before, and let me tell you, I kept typing Seb on accident before correcting myself. And thank you so much for all your requests, im still chipping away at them! Anyway, Enjoy <3 pt2, Marry Me

You stood beside your mother, grasping onto her dress as you stood, watching your father talk with another man. Beside him sat a strange-looking boy. You noticed how his eyes were very different, unsure how to describe them if anyone ever asked, but his hair was laid nicely, done by his mother, no doubt. He was dressed in a rather fancy attire, one you would normally see at one of the many high-end parties your parents would hold, at it seemed to match the dress you wore perfectly. Your mother held a glare as she looked at your father, who shook hands with the other and walked over to you, kneeling down to your height. “Darling, I want you to meet Ominis Gaunt, the boy over there.” He pointed to the boy, who you now know was named Ominis, who didn’t wave or even acknowledge you. You huffed, crossing your arms. “Why must I meet him? He doesn’t look very friendly.” You complained, sending a childish glare his way. Your father sighed, placing a hand on your small shoulder. “You’ll be married to him in the future, so it’d be best if you met now and got along beforehand.”

“Marry him? That’s stupid! I don’t want to get married!” You shouted, running to hide behind your mother. She only sighed as she turned to you, patting your head. “Just go say hi to him, ok darling?” You puffed your cheeks as she ushered you towards him, leaving you there to go make small talk with his parents. You stood there, glaring at the strange boy. His eyes were creepy, and they only seemed to get creepier the more you looked at him. He didn’t speak a word, staring off into a corner of the room the two had been left in. You took a breath and brought your hand out, outstretched to shake his own. “Hello, my name is y/n. You’re Ominis?” He nodded, turning his head in your direction. He didn’t take your hand, nor even look at it. You grew impatient, feeling like a fool. “Well? Aren’t you going to shake my hand?” You asked, gesturing to him. “Right, sorry.” He said, and stretched his own hand out, moving it around in the air. “Seriously? Come on.” You sighed, grabbing his hand, and shaking it once. “You act like your blind, or something.”

“I am…blind.” Ominis said, furrowing his brows. You glared at him, still upset about the embarrassing handshake. “Clearly.” You turned to walk away, looking in the direction of your mother. “How boring, I refuse to marry someone as boring as you are.” Ominis glared in your direction, beginning to dread the arraignment your parents had set up. “I wouldn’t want to marry someone as spoiled as you, either.” Your cheeks heated up in anger as you turned to him. “I am not spoiled!” Ominis shrugged, “Could have fooled me.” You huffed as you stomped over to your mother, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go, mother. I refuse to marry someone like him, he’s boring and rude.” She sighed, looking over to your father as he narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have a choice, sweetie. Your father already set it up.” “Well then Father is a fool, I wish to go home and never see him again.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, little lady.” Your father scowled, crossing his arms. “It has already been set that you will marry Ominis, and even if you wanted to avoid him, it would be impossible.” You stomped a foot onto the cobbled ground, pouting. “And why is that?” You asked, glaring over at Ominis, who had made his way over, somehow. “You’ll be attending Hogwarts next year, same as him. No doubt you’ll be in the same house as well. You must get used to it.” Your father placed his cup onto the table, bowing his head to Mr. Gaunt. “I refuse!” Your mother grabbed your hand and began to walk you out, promising to let you out into the garden when you made it home. You smiled; finally being told something you like to hear. Your father only sighed as he stepped into the carriage behind you, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s only ten, it’s quite the age to be set up for marriage.” Your mother reasoned, still holding your hand. You looked out the window, focusing on the world going by instead of your parents’ voices. “It doesn’t matter, we were the same age when we were told that we would marry.” He looked over at his wife, who refused to make eye contact with him. “And I resented you for a long while before we got to that point. All I’m saying is to give them time. Children their age don’t want to get married, they want to see the world.” “She has no choice, one way or the other.”

You stood amongst the crowd, watching as students were called up and placed into their houses. You fiddled with the ring your mother gave you, looking around anxiously. You watched a girl walk up to the front, sitting on the stool. You let out a shaky breath as you watched her smile and run to where the other Ravenclaws were. “Nervous?” You groaned, turning to Ominis. “Not one bit, but I would mind some personal space, you know.” Ominis shook his head, “You can’t lie to me. I can hear your breathing.” You glared at him, knowing he couldn’t see the anger that had made its home in your features. “Keep your ears away, just because you can’t see doesn’t mean you can use your hearing to spy on me.” Ominis shook his head, backing away slightly. “Still as rotten as always. Remind me to never try and help you with anything.” You scoffed, “As if anything I need help with would use your assistance.” Your name was called then, and you gave Ominis one last glare as you made your way through, sitting on the stool.

“You have great wit, you do. Bit of a temper… but not to everyone. I see. A rival already, perhaps? Your mind is strong, but there are other parts…yes.” You sighed as the hat rambled to itself, looking around. “I’d say… Slytherin!” You released the breath you had begun to hold, heading to the table where your father had sat many years ago. A girl waved her hand to you, patting the seat beside her. “Come sit here!” You nodded as you made your way over, taking a seat beside the brunette. “Hello! I’m Anne, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” She offered to shake your hand, and you gladly took it. “My name is y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” Anne smiled at you and pointed into the crowd. “You see that boy, the one with the brown hair near the front?” You shook your head, noticing that there were a long of boys in the assembly with brown hair, including Ominis. “There’s quite a few of them, Anne. You’d have to be more specific.” She sighed, trying to find an easier way to show you. “Oh! He’s standing by the other boy with brown hair, I saw him earlier, blind I believe?” You sighed, knowing she meant Ominis, and quickly spotted him. Beside his stood a taller boy, brown hair, just like Anne said. “I believe I see him now.” Anne smiled, “Good! That’s my twin brother, Sebastian!” You nodded, watching as the two boys got closer to the front of the group. “He’ll definitely be in the same house, I’m sure of it.” You could only nod, watching as Ominis was called up to the stool. Your father’s words replayed in your head, “No doubt you’ll be in the same house.” You shuddered, glaring as Ominis was, indeed, sorted into Slytherin as well.

You thought that would be the end of it, you’d be sorted in the same house, but otherwise not have to deal with each other. You were wrong. You shared many classes with Ominis in your first year, second too. Your friend, Anne, had also become his friend, along with her twin brother Sebastian. You felt your insides bubble in anger as you realized that you had to share friends now, unable to get away from the boring boy you were cursed to marry. Anne had come up to ask you once why you were sort of rude to Ominis, but kind to everyone else. You brushed it off, replying that you just didn’t get along with him. Ominis had let it slip once, though, in front of Anne and Sebastian.

You watched Ominis become more aware of his surroundings, able to navigate around furniture with ease now thanks to all the practice. He was annoying you, always bringing up the marriage situation whenever he tried to help you with something. You thought that maybe you hung out with Imelda too much, as you dragged some of the furniture around a bit, just barely noticeable to anyone. You then sat back, talking with Anne and Sebastian, eyes trailing to Ominis as he walked into the common room. You watched as he took his normal route, around tables and chairs, but his route was disrupted. You watched in glee as he ran his side into the arm of a chair, hissing in pain as he grabbed it. Sebastian quickly stood up, moving to help Ominis.

“Pretty clumsy, are you?” You teased, placing your arms behind your head. Ominis glared in your direction, already on to your plan. “I do hope you lose the habit of moving furniture before we get married, I’ll be dead before we even reach the wedding.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Perhaps that was the plan, my dear.” Anne and Sebastian looked between the two of you, confused. “Wait!” Anne spoke up, “Is that why you don’t like Ominis? You’re forced to marry him?” You nodded, gesturing to Ominis, “He called me spoiled when we first met.” Anne looked at Ominis, seemingly offended for you. Quickly, Ominis retorted. “You called me boring and rude! And said to “stop acting like I’m blind.”” You held back a laugh, “To be fair, no one told me you were blind before-hand.” Ominis sighed, exhausted. “Could have asked, you know.” “Be pretty rude to walk up to a boy I just met and go “Hello, I’m going to be your wife! By any chance, are you blind?” Although, that would be pretty funny.” Ominis shook his head.

By the time you made it to your third year, Anne had been pestering you constantly to try and be nice with Ominis. You could only sigh, telling her that she sounded like your mother. You continued to banter with Ominis day after day, insulting each other and pranking each other. The fourth year arrived, and Sebastian came along, informing you that Anne was unwell and unable to come back. Down a friend, you were stuck with Ominis and Sebastian, and you began to grow tired of making fun of your soon-to-be husband.

You walked into the potion’s classroom, taking your seat next to Ominis. He looked over at you, and you blew air from your nose. “Rough night last night?” Ominis asked, stating the obvious, but you could no longer fault him. He was unable to see the dark circles that had formed under your eyes from the study session you had last night, flipping through the chapter you would be going over today. You had always been anxious during Potions, the fear that one wrong ingredient would possibly cause an explosion was the key element that made you study so hard. “Yeah, you could say that.” You responded, grabbing your book, and opening to the page you were on before you finally surrendered to sleep. “You know, not every potions class is going to end up in flames.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You never fully know until it happens.” “Of course.”

Sharp began the class with the description of the potion they would be making, lecturing for about five minutes before letting the students begin. You sighed, reading off the measurements as you placed them in your pot. You had it memorized, thanks to the night before. You read how the potion was supposed to react, and how it reacted when ingredients were placed when they weren’t supposed to. The potion would blow up, and you refused to let that happen. You took a quick glance at Ominis, checking up on him, only to quickly look back at his hand in horror. He had grabbed the wrong ingredient, of course, and was seconds away from placing it into the cauldron. Quickly, you grabbed his hand, pulling it away. “Ominis! You really must double check before you start adding ingredients!” Ominis looked at you, surprised. “What do you mean?” You sighed, taking the moss out of his hand and placing it away from the rest of the ingredients, replacing it with milkweed. “You were about to blow yourself up, is what I mean. If you’re unsure, please check with me first. Imagine what I’d have to tell your parents if you blew yourself up.” Ominis listened to you ramble, a soft smile on his lips. You had started to become kind to him as you made it to your fifth year. Sebastian joked and said you were finally maturing. Ominis swore that, sometimes, you had been looking out for him as the three of you walked down the hall. Who else would tug on his sleeve and pull him slightly over before he bumped into a statue?

You had stopped talking, returning to your own potion. Ominis placed the milkweed into the cauldron, giving it a quick stir. “Thank you, by the way.” He said quietly, reaching for another ingredient. “Don’t mention it, you probably would have blown me up too, honestly. Here,” You said, grabbing his paper with the instructions on it. You had learned a spell a while ago that changed writing on parchment, and had tweaked it to turn words into brail. Waving your wand quickly, the ink turned to raised dots, and you quickly labeled the ingredients he was using. “So, you don’t blow us up again.” Curious, Ominis grabbed the paper you placed in front of him, running his fingers down it. He smiled and felt a slight warmth in his cheeks. You ignored him and continued to work.

It became a habit in potions now, where you would watch Ominis as he worked with his potions, making sure he was using the right ones. In other classes, you began to help each other, slightly. There was still the teasing and slight insult, but otherwise the two of you were rather tame. You began to walk with Ominis around the grounds, describing things to him when you didn’t have classes to get to. Ominis enjoyed the walks the two of you shared, enjoying the descriptions you made. Sometimes, you would purposefully describe something in a weird way, waiting for Ominis to catch on and tell you how crazy that would be, but sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes, Ominis would become engrossed in your voice, it always had a calm tone to it, even if you were acting out against him. It was one of the first things he noticed when you first met six year prior; the soft voice you used when addressing your mother, how it sounded annoyed when you asked if he was going to shake your hand, the stern tone you used when you told your father that he was boring and rude.

You grabbed his sleeve, shaking him from his thoughts. “No, no, no, where is it?” Your voice was panicked this time, one that Ominis never really heard much. “What’s happened?” You dropped to the ground, searching through the grass. “My mother’s ring! It must have slipped off my finger! I can’t find it.” Your voice cracked, and Ominis knelt down and found your shoulder. “Are you sure you didn’t take it off and leave it by your bed?” You shook your head frantically, tears swelling in your eyes. “Never! I never take it off, not anymore.” Ominis could hear you begin to cry. You had worn the ring to your first day of Hogwarts, a gift from your mother. You told him once about it, how its silver band curled around a pale yellow stone, Hufflepuff, the house your mother was in. You had taken it off every now and then if you were planning on dueling Sebastian or caring for creatures, but during the break between fourth and fifth year, your mother had passed suddenly, and you refused to take it off after that.

“I don’t know where it could be! I can’t remember when I had it last,” You wept, and Ominis found you once again and offered his hand. “I may not be the best help, but I can help us retrace our steps.” You looked at him, confused. “How?” “Well, you’ve been describing our walk this whole time, so if we go back along the same route and give it a good look-over, I’m sure you’ll spot it.” You nodded, taking his hand as he pulled you up, taking your hand and recounting the path you took. “I believe we left off at the tree with the pink flowers?” You nodded, moving back to the tree, guiding Ominis behind you. You scanned the ground as you walked, not seeing any sign of it. “Not here…” Ominis thought back again, “We visited the fence with the strange mushrooms growing on it, yes?” “That’s right!” The ring wasn’t there either, but Ominis refused to let your hopes down. “I remember you talking about the small pond where those giant toads lived, perhaps it’s there?” The two of you made your way back to the pond, and you searched through the grass. Ominis joined in, sifting through with his fingers, coming up to a round metal object with what felt like a gemstone attached to it. “Here it is!”

“Ominis! You’re a genius!” You shouted, running up to him. Ominis smiled, stretching his hand out. You looked at him, puzzled, not reaching for it as you tried to figure out what he was doing. “Give me your hand, I know you’re not blind.” You chuckled, placing your hand in his. Slowly, he guided the ring back onto your finger, closing your hand with his own. “There, best that we don’t lose it again, yeah?” “Right, thank you so much, Ominis. I have no idea what I would do without you.”

A few weeks had gone by, and the two of you had seemingly gotten closer. You helped each other in class, point out if one of your favourite food was at supper, and take the usual walks, which did not lead to you losing your ring a second time. Ominis had made sure that you wouldn’t, taking your hand with the ring in his as you walked, “A precaution,” Ominis said. You were unsure where you stood with Ominis at that point, unable to tell if you were getting along because you had to, or because you wanted to. You didn’t even know if you actually liked him, thanks to the arraignment; you felt conflicted, unsure if your feelings were real or made up to save face for your families. You weren’t going to ask Ominis how he felt, of course. You pushed the thoughts aside as you walked into the common room, ready to collect Ominis and head to the dining hall.

You looked over to the couch, eyeing where Ominis sat. Beside him sat another student, who had begun to play with her hair as she talked with him. Your eyes narrowed as you walked closer, disgust painting your face as you listened to her awful attempts at flirting. “So, I was thinking. Maybe we could go by the lake? It’s quiet there.” She said, and you glared daggers into the back of her head. Shameless fliting was one thing, shameless flirting with Ominis? A death sentence. Hexes ran through your head, the idea of turning her into a chicken and leaving her in one of the pens stuck out, another, turning her into a toad and leaving her to live with the other toads in the crowded pond. Ominis heard the small noise you made when she tried to get closer, and he smirked. He knew you were there, probably standing behind her as you glared at her, something Sebastian had described to him anytime Poppy would get picked on. You had made it your habit to stand behind your “victims” until they turned around and met your dagger-like gaze, threatening to hex them if they didn’t get out of your sight. Ominis could only imagine what scene was playing out before him, and he broke into a smile. The student took that as a good sign, “I’ll meet you there then.” She got up and turned to grab the book she had placed down, gasping as your presence startled her. “You have to stop sneaking up on people like that, y/n!” Your gaze never broke, “My apologies.”

The girl left, leaving you to huff in annoyance as you waited for Ominis to stand. His smile never left as he slowly got up and walked to you. “It’s quiet there? That’s so stupid! She needs to work on her flirting skills.” You crossed your arms, turning to walk to the door. “Is someone jealous?” You scoffed, as you exited the room, “Why would I?” “We’re supposed to get married, I’m basically your husband already.” You shook your head, pouting. “We’re not married yet, so why should I care?” You walked along the empty hall, the sound of your shoes hitting the cobble echoing around you. Ominis chuckled, “So I can…go to the lake with her tonight, then?” Your cheeks heated up and you began to stutter. “The- the lake? Absolutely not! Why would you-“ You took a breath in and sighed. “Go on then, go have your fun.” You stopped walking, turning to Ominis and crossing your arms. Still smiling, Ominis shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk away, and you huffed in annoyance as your face turned bright red. You quickly grabbed his arm to stop him, “You’re not…actually going to go, are you?” You asked, hanging your head and looking down at your feet. You heard him chuckle, as he turned, guiding his hand up to find your face. “I wouldn’t need to if my wife-to-be would stop being so stubborn.” He felt your cheek burn as you looked up at him, debating what to do.

Without a second thought, you quickly brought your lips together in a quick kiss, hoping that Ominis would understand. You pulled back just as quickly, watching his face heat up just as yours did, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. “There she is.” “Shut up.”

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Being the Unofficial Gardener of the Ouran High School Host Club Headcanons

anonymous said: “Hi! I've read your rules and i really like the ohshc thing you did so I'm going to request if that's ok? this is like an Oc without a name, Reader is the quote and unquote gardener of the host club. ( i cannot believe they just don't have a supplier when they use that many flowers i mean c'mon) Their grandpa owns a successful business selling flowers. Reader's grandpa raised them, Thats because readers mom died giving birth to them and readers dad died of cancer. (Reader used to get bullied for this since all the other kids at school thought their grandpa was going to sell them). Reader kind of has this standoffish personality. but just doesn't know how to communicate properly when you get to know them, they're actually really goofy.”

It’s true, the host club could never function without a reliable flower supplier. And lucky you, your grandfather happened to own the most successful flower business in the country. That’s how you were able to afford going to Ouran Academy.

The partnership began during your first year there. You shared a few classes with Kyoya, but you were never very close with him because of his intimidating family background.

He was also a bit intimidated to talk to you because of your closed off personality, and the rumors that had been going around about you being bought from your parents by a strange old man for garden labor didn’t help.

However one day, he decided to listen in on a conversation you were having with one of your friends. You were talking about a great sale your grandfather had made to supply flowers for a government ceremony.

He immediately felt guilty for falling victim to vicious gossip, but connected the dots about your family quickly. And of course, that got the gears in his head turning.

He was still in the early planning stages of founding the Host Club with Tamaki, and securing a trustworthy flower supplier was something they had been worried about

So, being the strategic communicator he is, he smoothly approached you and invited you over to the Ootori residence for a cup of tea

You were shocked that someone with such high status as him was interested in associating with you, but as soon as you realized it was a business proposition, you opened up a bit more

You were happy to get your grandfather another customer, especially one as wealthy as Kyoya, and soon you were making plans on what flowers and what arrangements he wanted

Fast forward to now, you’re both second years and the Host Club is thriving, you almost can’t keep up with the amount of flowers they go through

Most of the work you do is behind the scenes, so you didn’t really get to interact with any of the other club members

That was, until one day when your grandfather asked you to make a delivery to the club with a huge batch of flowers so he could attend a business meeting

You were nervous, but agreed anyway. Luckily there weren’t any guests in the music room yet, just the club members

Immediately a gush of rose petals blew in front of your face, and the sight of six handsome guys greeted you

You just stood there like a deer in the headlights

Tamaki was the first to approach you, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it

“Ah, what a beautiful blossom that’s bloomed before us as our first guest today. Would you do me the honor of telling me your name, my princess/prince/ noble?”

“Y/N?” a voice suddenly asked. You both looked over to see Kyoya entering the room, surprised to see you but not at all displeased.

“You know each other?” Tamaki gasped.

“Yes, this is Y/N Y/L/N. They’re the grandchild of our flower supplier. It’s all thanks to them that we have enough flowers for all our events.”

All the guys immediately started crowding you, asking you a million questions at once.

You were a little overwhelmed, but just smiled politely and answered all their questions.

“You’re so lovely, it’s a wonder I haven’t seen you around the academy before.” Tamaki smirked, flirtatious as always.

“Well, I tend to hang out in the shadows. Back in middle school everyone made up rumors about me and it made me a bit of a loner.” you explained with a shy chuckle.

“Yeah, I heard your parents went bankrupt and sold you to their old loan shark to get out of debt.” Hikaru commented nonchalantly.

“Yeah, and I heard you’re an indentured servant who has to do hard physical labor everyday after school.” Kaoru added.

Tamaki immediately turned around and scolded them, waving his arms and yelling at them to be more polite in the presence of a lady/ gentleman/ noble.

“It’s okay Tamaki, I’m used to them all by now.” you chuckled. “My parents actually passed away when I was younger and left me in the care of my grandfather.”

“Y/N-chan, do you help grow the flowers too?” Honey asked excitedly, gazing up at you with huge eyes.

“Yes, I do actually! My grandfather taught me everything he knows about gardening, and it’s something I really enjoy doing!” you responded.

“Wow. That’s cool.” Mori said flatly. Although you could tell it was sincere.

“Why haven’t you introduced us to them before, Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi asked, turning to the vice-president.

“I didn’t mean to keep them from you, there was just never an avid opportunity. But I suppose now is a good a time as any to make the introduction.” Kyoya answered, adjusting his glasses and turning towards you. “Y/N, meet the Ouran High School Host Club.”

They each went down the line telling you their names and types, which was quite entertaining. You had heard of the club’s popularity but never gotten around to visiting them.

“I’m sorry we go through so many flowers. It must be difficult to grow so many.” Haruhi said sympathetically.

“Oh it’s no strain on the business, I actually tend to most of your club’s stock personally so that my grandfather can focus on his other sales.” you reassured her. “However, I do sometimes wish I could grow more plants. I could probably run an entire garden just for the Host Club!”

Tamaki’s eyes immediately lit up. “Y/N, that’s a marvelous idea!”

“Hm? Oh no, I was only joking…” you laughed nervously.

“Actually, that might be a useful investment.” Kyoya began, placing his fist under his chin in thought. “It would be nice to have our own garden and not have to worry about business transactions.”

“Senpai, Y/N can’t grow us an entire garden for free!” Haruhi exclaimed. You were touched that she was immediately on your side.

“Don’t be silly, we’ll pay them an adequate salary.” Kyoya told you. “And of course a small share will be given to their grandfathers business as a courtesy.”

“I want to grow lots of pink flowers!” Honey cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Think of all the schemes we could pull with a whole garden of flowers at our disposal!” the twins beamed in unison, joining hands and twirling around.

“I can see it now… lush bushes of roses and hydrangeas, hanging branches of cherry blossoms and orchids, cobblestone paths lined with lillies and tulips!” Tamaki declared, striking a grand pose at the center of the room. “Get ready men, because soon the Ouran Host Club will have a brand new garden!”

You looked around at all the chaos unfolding before you. Kyoya was already typing up a budget on his computer, Mori was chasing Honey around the room as he threw handfuls of rose petals in the air, and Haruhi just stood there with her head in her hands.

“I had to make a joke, didn’t I…” you sighed to yourself.

While you were initially overwhelmed at the daunting prospect of creating an entire garden, it turned out to not be so bad. Kyoya handled most of the property scouting and landscaping with his endless business connections. You were pretty much just in charge of picking what flowers to grow and taking care of them.

And so, everyday after school, you would go to the new garden behind the building and tend to your flowers :) Your grandfather was very happy that you were making friends and spending less time at the business

Haruhi would usually come by to help you water the plants when she needed to sneak away from the chaos of the club

She loved your chill personality, and you always made her laugh and forget her stress in a second :)

You had your suspicions about her gender from the beginning, but you never really cared. You didn’t really see people as labels, just who they where on the inside. It was this mindset that actually made her comfortable enough to confide her secret in you!

Honey would sometimes come by and bring you some cakes that were leftover from the club activities, and you’d sit on a swing and eat them together <3

Sometimes he would bring Mori along, and while you were a little shy around him, you were happy to see that he was also interested in your gardening. He would often ask you what different flowers symbolized, and what kind of care certain flowers needed

The twins would come by to gather flowers for their various schemes, and would often encourage you to take a break and have some fun with them!

The three of you would run around the gardens, playing tag and hide and seek until you were all so tired you were sprawled out in the grass, panting and laughing wildly

Kaoru was happy to see Hikaru finally opening up to someone, and would sometimes try to give the two of you space to talk by yourselves

Hikaru could listen to you talk about flowers for hours and never get bored. He also liked to tuck them behind your ear, smiling at how pretty you looked <3

Tamaki always seemed to be busy tending to his numerous princesses, but every once in a while he would come by to thank you for making this all possible

And of course, he couldn’t help but flirt with you a bit :)

“All these gorgeous blossoms… and yet none of them compares to your beauty, my dear.”

You would’ve fallen for him had you not been so smart

Kyoya was probably the one you saw most often, as he was the one you knew the longest and the one who planned out most of the garden

He was always making sure you had enough equipment and starts, and discussing new arrangement ideas with you

“Are you sure it’s not too much work for you, Y/N?” he asked sincerely.

“Oh it’s not too bad, it’s not like I’m working myself to the bone.” you reassured him. “I mean yeah, it would be nice to have some help, but it would have to be from someone who understands gardening.”

“Why don’t you start a gardening club?” he proposed.

You jaw unhinged in shock. “Oh Kyoya, that’s a wonderful idea, but I don’t know the first thing about starting a club.”

“I do, and I can help you. I founded this club after all.” he smiled, adjusting his glasses.

After a few weeks of paperwork and meeting with the school board, you became the president of the Ouran High School Gardening Club :)

The guys were all so proud of you, they decided to host a ball in your honor!

You were hesitant at the idea, still a bit self conscious of all the rumors that had been spread about you in the past

But after much convincing, you agreed. The twins even got you a custom ball outfit from their mother’s fashion line!

Tamaki took his place at the foot of the staircase to greet all the guests, making your heart beat out of your chest from behind the double doors.

“Welcome princesses, princes, and nobles of Ouran Academy! Thank you so much for attending this ball in celebration of the founding of the Ouran Gardening Club! The president of this club is someone that the Host Club is very close with. In fact, if it weren’t of them, there wouldn’t be a single rose petal at any of our events. Please join me in welcoming Y/N Y/L/N!”

You then made your entrance, a light downpour of rose petals floating around you as you descended the staircase <3

You looked around to see everyone cheering for you and smiling at you admiringly. You started wondering why you ever retreated into the shadows in the first place. It was almost enough to bring a tear to your eye.

Halfway through your decent, you looked down to see all seven members of the Host Club holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers! They must have asked your grandfather what they were ;)

As you reached the bottom of the staircase, the applause ended. Then, all the guys held out their bouquets to you with warm smiles.

“Thank you for being our gardener Y/N!”

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Taste In Music

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Billy realizes there is more to Hawkins than meets the eye when he meets a sweet girl who likes the same music as him, immediately pulling his interest. Inspired by that one scene in 500 days of summer.

Requested By: @mothshabby

Billy stood outside of the school, cigarette in hand and heavy metal playing through his headphones. A full month of living in Hawkins and it was already driving him insane. Sure, some of the girls were cute and most of the guys already worshiped him. But… he couldn’t help but feel like an alien to them.

The bell for next period rang, but Billy ignored it. He could skip math.

As it finished ringing, a few people trickled out of the school. The ones with spares who were going to grab a snack or stop by their homes before their next class. One girl left the school through the side doors he was standing besides, rather than the front doors like her other friends.

“Oh.” She seemed a little surprised to see someone there. “Hi.” She obviously recognized him, but he just nodded at her and returned to his music. He didn’t know who she was, and he expected her to just go to do whatever she was leaving the school to do.

Instead, she leaned closer, listening in to his music. “I love Metallica.” She said, momentarily catching Billy off guard.

He turned down the music, thinking he misheard his classmate. “Sorry?”

“I said.” She repeated herself, an almost cheerful note to her tone. “I love Metallica. It…” She gestured vaguely to his headphones. “You have good taste in music.”

She laughed somewhat awkwardly, like she wasn’t used to speaking to people she didn’t know but did it anyway because she genuinely cared about the subject. He chuckled at both her and her words. “You like Metallica?” He hadn’t expected that from her but was honestly a little impressed. Being so used to his schoolmates only playing the Top 100, both here and in California, he was glad that there was someone here who understood his liking of more intense music.

“Yeah.” She replied, singing along to the words being yelled through his headphone speakers. Proving to him that she wasn’t lying about her taste in music. “I love ‘em.”

He was about to say something back, but another girl – probably her friend - called (Y/N) away.

“Holy shit…” He was grinning almost in disbelief as she left, even though he was honestly a little disappointed by her leaving. This one little interaction made him wanting to talk with her more. But despite that desire, it was days before he actually got to speak to her again.

During that time, he at least learned who she was. The girl wasn’t exactly popular, being a member of some game club (“Hellfire” was apparently what it was called). But, she seemed to escape the usual torment he associated with geeks because of her friendliness and her ability to blend in with most crowds. She mostly sat with her club at lunch, all boys who Billy and his friends raised a slight eyebrow at, as well as sometimes sitting with some girls she was friendly with.

It took going to some shitty party for Billy to catch the girl alone. One of the boys on the basketball team, Jack, had parents who were out of town and invited people over. But he had slightly underestimated how many people came to these shindigs and Billy amused himself by watching the boy nervously trying to figure out how to get more beer.

Until, however, (Y/N) went up to him. “I asked Sarah to grab more drinks on her way here. She’ll be here in a few minutes.”

The younger boy breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank Christ. You’re a lifesaver… Um?” Apparently he didn’t remember her name.

“(Y/N).”

“You’re a lifesaver, (Y/N).”

She just laughed warmly, seemingly uncaring that she was practically invisible to most people Billy knew at their school. “No problem. Just don’t forget to grab your wallet.”

The boy seemed confused. “My wallet?”

“To pay back Sarah when she arrives.” (Y/N) helpfully responded. “For the drinks?”

“Oh, yeah.” Realization hit Jack, and Billy chuckled at the boys former assumption that (Y/N) was going to give Jack drinks for free. The audacity of these rich kids, honestly. “I’ll go grab that..” He trailed off, leaving to go find some cash.

As soon as Jack was gone, he made his way over to her. “Glad you didn’t let him off scot-free.” He called out to the girl, who quickly turned to him.

When she realized who it was, she smiled at him in greeting before shrugging. “Of course. I’m nice, but not that nice. Besides, it wasn’t even my money to give away.”

“Fair.” He replied. “And it’s not like he’s strapped for cash. Look at this place.” He gestured to the house, which was indeed very nice. He momentarily imagined himself living in a place like this, but quickly banished that thought. His dad couldn’t afford anything like this.

“All that money and he couldn’t even get enough drinks to get through the night.” (Y/N) half-mused, half-joked, pulling a laugh out of Billy.

“Absolutely, not even enough to get you one.” He nodded at her empty hands.

(Y/N) shook her head. “No, I’m… I’m actually designated driver tonight, so no drinks for me.”

He took in that information, disappointed since it meant he couldn’t offer to drive her home. “Who you driving?”

“My friends Gareth and Eddie.” She told him, looking around to see if she could catch a glimpse of them. “But they’re off somewhere getting high or something.”

“Shame.” He remarked, a little disappointed in those guys for leaving a girl like her alone at a party. “Still, it means I get to talk to you.”

That obviously surprised her, as she tilted her head at looked at him bemusedly. “You wanted to talk to me?” Completely unaware how their original talk intrigued him.

“Of course, its not every day that I meet a cute girl with the same taste in music as me.”

“I mean, I like a lot of music.” She shrugged once again but failing to hide a smile at his words and compliment. “Metal is just one of the genres I listen to.”

“Still, its pretty cool.” He told her. “You know, maybe we should hang out some time. Talk about all that music you like?”

“Like.. like a date?” She asked suspiciously.

Smirking, Billy leaned closer to her. “Do you want it to be a date?”

“I, I just.” He obviously caught her off guard. “You said I was cute and I just assumed…”

“Sweetheart, sweetheart.” He interrupted her, trying to put her out of her misery. “Of course I wanna go on a date with you.” He had just avoided the word in case she wasn’t interested in him.

“Oh.” She looked relieved. “Cool, I’d like to too. I…” She got momentarily distracted by two boys behind Billy. “Shit, those are my friends. I gotta…” She looked up at Billy apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her. Gently taking her arm, he pulled a marker out of his pocket (one that he saved just for phone numbers, although the last few days he only kept it around out of the hope that he could get hers) and wrote down his contact info on her. “Call me okay? I wanna talk to you again.”

“Ok.” (Y/N) smiled, trying not to seem too excited. “Bye.”

She started to leave, but in a split second turned back to give him a quick kiss before rushing off after her friends.

He could still remember the feeling of her lips on his all throughout the party, where he spent the rest of the night unusually happy and grinning all night. Billy wondered if he was going to leave every interaction with (Y/N) with this smile.

He certainly hoped so.

#stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #Metallica #500 days of summer #my fics

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cowgurrrl · 6 months

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I’m sorry. I am simply obsessed with rockstar!joel with crackhead twins. There is something about this hot dude in his 50s with a bad back having to raise two wild gremlins who like to gnaw on the table leg!? You know what I mean. Could I please request a cute fic where Joel is just super exhausted and feels like he is maybe not up tot he task, I don’t know maybe the girls are like in their chaos 2 year old stage. After a long day of them not being interested in him at all and him just feeling super insecure he resorts to strumming my girl on his guitar and they are just mesmerized by their dad?! Idk like the music is the moment the turn into sweet little mushy angels again? Sorry that was super long, anyway love yah.

Thank you for the request 🥺🥺 ily2 and I love that a general consensus has been reached that the twins are batshit crazy as toddlers and Sam is just a Perfect Baby Angel

My Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel braves the first of many Sophia and Violet days [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and the foster care system, Joel being a DILF, that’s it

It's debated on what's harder: going from no kids to one kid or one kid to two kids. You honestly don't have a lot of skin in the game when it comes to the question because Sarah and Ellie were teenagers when you met Joel. Even then, Sarah was fourteen when Ellie came into their lives and sixteen by the time the adoption paperwork was approved. You thought going from two to three with the birth of Sam would be hard, and it was, but Sam was an amazing baby. He always wanted to cuddle, followed the rules almost to a fault, and rarely threw tantrums. He's the kid that made you think, "Oh, yeah. We could totally do this again." Sophia and Violet, however, have given you a run for your money from the moment you found out you were having twins, and two years later, they haven't stopped.

True to form, once the girls turn two, you go back to work. Joel is accommodating because, of course, he is. He realizes you put your career on pause for almost two and a half years (if you count the mandated bed rest your doctor put you on at 32 weeks) and is more than happy to let you go and do your thing. He'd been a single dad with no help to a kid before. What's thirty years and a couple extra littles running around? As it turns out, a lot.

The day you return to set, this time as a director instead of an actor, the girls spend the first hour without you crying. Sam, being six and used to his parents' routine, is seemingly unfazed and continues watching Bluey and munching on his breakfast. Sophia and Violet bang on the door, scream and refuse to let Joel even talk to them, let alone pick them up to comfort them. They fight him the entire way to the car to get Sammy to school on time and then cry even harder because "Bammy's going to school." Joel can normally soothe his girls without any issue, but they didn't sleep well the night before and have been wound up all morning.

When he got home with them, they demanded a snack, but they had to be different because twins. Then, Sophia collapsed in a heap on the floor because Joel peeled her banana for her instead of letting her do it (rookie mistake). The toddler dramatics sent Daisy into action to remedy the situation, which made Violet scream in protest because she suddenly decided she hates when Daisy licks her or anybody for that matter. Poor Daisy didn't know what to do besides scamper off to her bed and watch Joel struggle with big, sad eyes. Then came the drama of what game to play: Princess Tea Party or Princess Dinosaurs, which caused another explosion of unregulated emotions. By the time noon rolls around, he's staring at his phone as he tries to decide whether or not to call you.

If there's one thing Joel Miller hates more than admitting defeat, it's seeing his kids upset. Everything he tries to do only upsets the girls more and makes him question his parenting skills. How the fuck did you do this for two years? Sure, the kids had their days, but the only time you ever sent him an SOS at work was when Violet had an asthma attack and ended up in the emergency room. Even then, you got all three kids in the car and to the hospital without help. You're a fucking force when it comes to taking care of the kids, and right now, he feels like the worst dad on the planet. After a quick cry in the pantry, while the girls watched Encanto for the umpteenth time and ate lunch, he takes a deep breath and decides he can handle a few more hours.

With a little more fuss and frustration, he gets Daisy on a leash and the girls in a stroller and walks them down to the neighborhood playground. The change of scenery and the sunshine put the girls in a much better mood. For a blissful hour, the girls run around and play and giggle without a care in the world. Joel does everything from pushing them on the swings to going down the slide with them to letting them play with Daisy off-leash. They have fun until the dreaded hour of nap time creeps up on them.

Thankfully, the girls (Daisy included) are tired from their adventures on the playground and start the journey home reluctantly. It's getting them to actually go to sleep that's the issue. Every time he tries to leave their room, one of them calls out the saddest "Daddy" he's ever heard in his entire life, and he turns right back around. And it would be fine if his presence wasn't enough to keep the girls awake. He knows that if the girls don't nap, it will only make the day longer and worse for everyone. He sits on the floor between their two beds and tucks a curl behind Violet's ear.

"C'mon Vi Pie, you guys gotta close your eyes and nap," he says quietly. "What can I do to get you to sleep?"

"Call Mommy?" Violet suggests, and he tsks.

"Honey, you know Mommy's working, but she loves you, and she's gonna be home real soon, okay?" As he speaks, he can see the tears welling in Violet's big brown eyes and turns to see the same tears in Sophia's identical ones. "No. No, please don't cry. Please. You're gonna break my heart." He begs. "What can I do to get you to stop cryin', huh? Y'know, when you two were babies, I used to just hold the both of you and sway and sing to ya and…" he trails off as his eyes land on Ellie's old guitar resting against the wall of the girls' room. She gave it to them when she got her new one and told them they could use it to practice. They don't really do much more than pull at the strings and turn the tuning knobs, but they'll learn.

He pulls himself up, his knees cracking as he does, and walks over to where the guitar sits. After some tuning and quiet adjustments, he sits on the edge of Sophia's bed and smiles at the two little girls staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Now, I haven't played this one in a while, so you be nice to your old man, but I used to play this for Sarah all the time when she was y'all's age." He says as his fingers find the chords. The girls are enraptured as Joel plays a quiet rendition of My Girl by The Temptations. He changes the lyrics to "My girls/talkin' bout my girls," and they smile as his southern drawl fills the room with warmth and serenity.

He notices their eyes getting heavier and their blinks getting a little longer each time, so he continues. "I don't need no money/ fortune or fame/ I got all the riches baby/ one man can claim/ well I guess you'd say/'What can make me feel this way?'/ my girls." He sings softly, his own eyes getting heavy with emotion as he thinks a little too hard about the lyrics. It doesn't help that the girls look just like you when they fall asleep. Joel has to cut himself off with a guitar riff to keep his voice from cracking and disrupting the girls.

He plays another song or two just to make sure they're fully asleep before he carefully puts the guitar down and tucks his girls in. "Love you, Soph a Loaf," he whispers as he kisses Sophia's head. He repeats his actions at the other bed with a gentle, "Love you, Vi Pie," before tiptoeing out of the room. On the other side of the scribbled-on door sits Daisy with a smile on her face as she looks up at Joel. He smiles back and pets her head.

"My girls." He sings to her, too, making her lean into his touch lovingly and stick close to him even when he goes back downstairs to let the girls rest.

"Did you write a new song?" You ask that weekend when all the kids are down for the night, and Joel gives you a confused look.

"Not that I know of. Why?" He asks, and you shrug.

"The girls asked if they could listen to 'Daddy's new song.'” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"D'you remember the song I used to sing when you were pregnant with the girls?"

"Of course I do. It was the only way they'd settle down…" You extend your vowels as the connection sparks in your brain.

"It was the only way I could get 'em to nap earlier this week. Played it on Ellie's guitar and everythin'." He says simply, and you take a deep breath as you stare at him. He's wearing a shirt Ellie helped design to raise money for kids in foster care, but it's stained with nail polish from when the girls decided he needed a manicure before he could play baseball with Sam in the backyard. He took it all in stride and didn't flinch at any of the insane requests your kids threw at him. You sigh and peel your eyes away from him.

"It's really not fair how good of a dad you are," you sigh. "It's annoyingly hot." He smiles and kisses your cheek smugly.

"Sorry."

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once-upon-an-imagine · 11 months

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idk if u take anon requests, but if you do, would u be willing to do an argyle x byers!reader with either the prompt “Size difference hug; they engulf you.”, or "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

thank u!!

YEEEES! 🥰🥰🥰 OMG I love this so much!

Warnings: getting high with Argyle Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Thing😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Shirts & Hugs

Ever since you were little, you had always been a good listener. It probably started when you heard your parents arguing after you and your brothers went to bed. Which is why Jonathan always made you listen to some music before you went to sleep. And you usually did. But some nights, you felt a small voice in your head that told you not to. That you needed to be awake and listen to something that was going to happen. Like tonight. Which is why you heard every single thing going on outside your room. You heard the phone ringing in the middle of the night. You heard Jonathan going to your mother and asking if Argyle could spend the night. You heard his very loud van approaching your house and the very loud boy entering your house. You heard Jonathan telling him that he could stay in the basement and then you heard the door next to your room closing. Which meant Jonathan was back. And Argyle was downstairs. You slowly got out of bed and quietly stepped out of your room and into the basement.

“Dude, I said I’m fine-” Argyle stopped when he saw it was you instead of Jonathan coming down the stairs. You saw him sitting on the pullout sofa Jonathan had set up for him, smoking a joint. “Oh, hey, sunshine” he smiled a little. “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“Well, I heard Jonathan ask my mom if you could spend the night and I knew that meant you had a bad day” you said, walking closer to him.

“Is that my shirt?”

"You mean our shirt?" you asked, looking down at your shirt before sitting down next to him and grabbing the joint from his hand as he let out a small laugh.

“Shit, how do you always do that?” he asked, smiling at you.

“Do what?” you asked, confused, letting out the smoke.

“I just definitely had one of the worst days I’ve had in my life and I was in the shittiest mood and you just come in here and make me smile?”

“Well, that’s my job, love” you smiled, returning the joint to him and kissing his cheek. “You wanna talk about it?” you asked, placing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“It was just… a horrible day” he sighed, throwing himself on the bed. “I was late for work so my stupid boss put me in front at the register” he started, taking another hit. “And there were so many stupid guys from school ordering this insane ingredients on their pizzas-”

“Like pineapple?”

“Pineapple on pizza is heavenly, and you know it sunshine” he glared a little at you. “Anyways they made a huge mess and I had to clean it up. Then I got home and my stupid Math test came out of my stupid bag and my mom saw that I had an F so she started yelling at me and then my dad started yelling at me and I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want to be there anymore” he said, grabbing your hand and he started playing with it. “He said I was stupid…”

“You’re not stupid” you told him.

“Maybe I am” he said, sitting up again, and getting upset once more.

“No, you’re not. Look at me” you said, cupping his cheek with your and making you look at him. “Argyle, you’re not stupid” you repeated.

“You’re just saying that because you like me” he frowned.

“That’s not true. You’re one of the smartest people I know” you insisted. “We both know that you sometimes just need to focus a little more. And you’re smart in a lot of different creative and original ways” you insisted.

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Could you… maybe help me study so I don’t flunk out this year and I can at least move out of my horrible house?” he asked, making you smile sweetly back at him.

“I’d love to” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Does your brother know you’re here?”

“Which one?” you smirked, making him glare a little at you. “No, Jonathan doesn’t know I’m here” you assured him as he finished the last of his joint. “You know he’s gonna find out somehow, right?”

“I know” he said, letting out the smoke. “I just… kinda wanna figure out how to tell him without him killing me” he told you.

“Jonathan wouldn’t kill you” you rolled your eyes. “He can’t even fight” you said.

“You said he fought that kid from back home. Steve?”

“Yeah, that’s only because Steve is worse than Jonathan” you told him. “Which is not easy to do” you smiled. “I think Will knows” you said after a while.

“Really? Did he say anything to you?”

“No. He just mentioned that… I’ve seem… happier lately” you informed him.

“Oh, you’ve been happier lately, Byers?”

“A bit” you shrugged.

“Any particular reason why?” he asked, getting closer to you.

“Well, I just happen to have the best boyfriend ever” you smiled, making him smile as well before he pulled you closer and kissed you. When you pulled away, you wrapped your arms around him, as much as you could.

“What are you doing?” he chuckled.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m hugging you” you said as if it was obvious.

“Sunshine, you look like a tiny koala, wrapping his tiny paws around a tree” he laughed.

“No, I don’t!” you argued. “You always hug me when I don’t feel good, so I want to do the same for you!” you pouted.

“As adorable as that is” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to engulf you in his huge hugs. “I like it way better like this” he said, kissing you.

“It’s not fair! I’m supposed to be making you feel better” you frowned.

“Sweetheart, you did that the minute you stepped in here” he assured you, kissing your nose. “I love you” he smiled.

“I love you too” you smiled, giving in and resting your head on his chest.

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

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Um hi….I saw you were taking requests/prompts for your 14th Doctor series. I’d love to see one about 14 and Rose talking about her name. Or some “therapy sessions”

Thank you so much!

AO3

The Doctor was a night owl, it turned out, he obviously had never known this as time when you’re constantly travelling through the time vortex can get a bit…. Mixed up.

So most nights they found themself down in the lounge, and more than often than not Rose would also be awake until the early hours alongside him, sometimes working on orders, or school work, sometimes they’d talk, other times they’d just sit in companionable silence.

Tonight he was sitting on the floor, the family’s toolbox he had found in the shed beside him, and the microwave in front of them in pieces, which he definitely knew how to put back together, honest. Rose was on the couch, lofi music playing as she sewed up an adipose toy ready for a big order she’d been working on all week.

The Doctor shoved a screwdriver into their mouth as he rooted in the toolbox for some electrical tape, because they had lost a screw.

“What was Rose like?”

He froze, not sure if they had heard what they had heard. He took the screwdriver from his mouth, setting it down, he turned to his surrogate niece. “Rose?”

She nodded at him, she had put her project down in her lap, purely focused on him.

“She was… she was amazing, she saved me in so many ways, I was still reeling from the Time War when I met her, she was the first human to make me want to connect with anyone or anything. She figured out where London was going to be destroyed from the London Eye and a whole bunch of mannequins. We travelled everywhere, we met Queen Victoria,” they grinned at that memory, “I’m pretty sure I’m still technically banned from the UK, I don’t think Unit remembers that though.”

“Wait,” Rose interrupted with a smile on her face, “how did you get banned from here?”

They smirked in response, “I don’t think Vicky liked that me and Rose knew that she got scratched by a werewolf,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “now you know why they never make appearances during a full moon.”

“I… I would say that you’re making this up but I remember dreaming about that when I was little.”

“Why did you ask? I mean, it’s fine that you did, it’s good, it’s just.. You remember things that have happened in my life, in your mum’s life, Rose was… I’d just lost her when I first met Donna, those memories should have been clearer to you, even if you saw the memories as dreams.”

“I did, but,” she shrugged. “I named myself after her, it felt important to, it felt like the name of someone strong, and I knew that I needed to be strong to continue on existing. Now I know why it felt important, why I knew it was a brave name, I know that she was important to you and to mum… but I didn’t know her, or the details, or all of the stories.”

The Doctor leant their head back against the couch, dropping the pretence of fixing the microwave, he smiled softly. “I get that, wanting to know more about yourself. I can tell you stories, any of them.”

“I’d like that.”

They thought back to hundreds of years ago when they were a parent, telling stories to their own kids, long gone now… “Just a quick one then. We were in Scotland, this was just after we went to New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York, when I had this face brand new, the first time around, after we got body switched so many times and nearly killed by cat nurse nuns, nurses who were cat nuns, not nuns for cats but for anyone.”

“Doctor, you’re getting a bit off track, about cat nuns…”

“Right! Anyway, we decided to go to Earth, the old one this time, we were going to go see a concert, we were just a smidge too early, it happens sometimes…”

“When was the concert meant to take place?”

“Nineteen seventy nine…”

“And you got there…?”

“.... eighteen seventy nine… It’s not my fault!”

“Uh huh sure it wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t! A hundred years is barely anytime, and Sheffield is basically Scotland, not that Rose agreed. Before we could get it right we were stopped by the king's guard who were travelling with Queen Victoria after an attempted assassination attempt- but I was quick thinking and put on a local accent which fooled them.”

“I very much doubt you can do a Scottish accent.”

“You’re meant to be on my side! I’ve already got Donna doing this whole,” they gestured vaguely at Rose, “eh, being mean to me, thing.”

Rose rolled her eyes, sending him a fond smile, “Fine, but only if you promise me when the Tardis comes back we can go on a trip somewhere.”

The Doctor liked it when she smiled fondly at him, he could admit that, so he hesitated, before slowly saying, “Donna’s… kind of grounded me to Earth…. Until I feel better….”

They could see the disappointment on Rose’s face, even though she tried to hide it, still smiling at him.

“It’s okay, really Doctor, we’ll just go when you’re feeling better. “So your Scottish accent-?”

“I mean,” they interrupted, “Donna… couldn’t know, not that there’s anything she’d need to know of course… but the Tardis does need to have a fly regularly, like an aeroplane…” they found themself smiling as Rose beamed at him, “just a quick visit, and it’s not like there’d be anything bad happening.”

“Yeah, totally just quick trips, that's… oh my god, this is great!,” she glanced towards the door, making sure her parents or grandma hadn’t heard them discussing their plans. The Doctor was grinning back at her, she was certain that he needed this as much as she did. “In that case, I take it back, I’m sure your Scottish accent was amazing.”

He rolled his eyes, yup, they were right she was so like her mother, but she was also entirely her own person, and he liked that person a lot. “I should hope so, I was a Scottish about two after this face.”

Rose pulled a throw off the back of the sofa and wrapped it around herself.

“Do you need to get to bed?”

She shook her head, “You haven’t finished the story.”

They wiped their hands on their own t-shirt to rid them off gunk, before pulling a throw off the couch to wrap around their own shoulders. “Okay, so, we had just gotten discovered by Queen Victoria, I convinced her with my amazing Scottish accent and that I was a doctor, which isn’t a lie, so we were taken with her to the house of someone important for some reason I can’t remember why to be honest, I think something to do with politics?”

He carried on telling the story, remembering details about it that they hadn’t thought about in a long time. It hurt, remembering his Rose with this new Rose, but it hurt in a good way. When they finished the story he looked back at Rose to find her nearly asleep, so they started another story he thought she’d like, about him waking up in New York not remembering who he was.

“What the absolute hell have you done!”

The Doctor shot up from the ground where they had been slouched asleep, judging from the crick in their neck. “What’s wrong,” they slurred, his head darted around, seeing Donna looking pissed, he reached into his pocket for his sonic, but it wasn’t there, they must have left it in the kitchen the night before.

“Mum? What’s,” Rose yawned, “wrong.”

It was only then that The Doctor realised that Donna was glaring at them… and that they had fallen asleep not long after Rose, and that the microwave was still in pieces around him.

“Ah… erm… would you believe me if I told you I had to disassemble a bomb in your microwave?”

Her eyes flared, “I am going to kill you, this is the third one! You’re buying me a new one.”

“I… I don’t have any money…”

“Use your sonic on an atm then, you’ve done it before,” she glared, before turning her sights on her daughter. “I thought we agreed that you’d be in bed by one?”

“I, erm-”

“-Also my fault,” The Doctor interrupted, shooting Donna an apologetic look this time, “I started telling her about some of my travels.”

Donna faltered then…. “Which ones…?”

“He was telling me a bit about Rose,” Rose told her mum, “I asked them about her.”

Donna took in a slow breath, she was looking into their eyes, searching for something with concern, but apparently didn’t find it as her fury ebbed. “Look, just… you go upstairs to your room so your grandma doesn’t know that you stayed up way too late on a school night, or I’ll never hear the end about it.,” she looked now at The Doctor, “And you, put the microwave back together.”

“Ah,” They scratched the back of their head running his hand through his hair, grimacing at his best friend, “Erm… yeah about that… this microwave was built faultily like the others, but I will totally buy you a new, functional one. Promise.”

Donna glared at him for a second, before faltering under the weight of both The Doctor and Rose giving her suitably pathetic apologetic looks. She scoffed, “You are so lucky my daughter likes you Spaceboy, or I swear I’d have you deported to Mars.”

He frowned, “During this year on Mars or a different one? Because if it’s a different one then that’s fine, they have amazing night markets.”

“I haven’t ruled out killing you yet.”

“You’d miss me too much.”

“I really wouldn’t.”

He smirked, “Of course you would, you’ve told me so many times now that you’re so glad I’m here, and that you missed me so much, that you always felt like something was missing.”

She hit them with a cushion from the couch, and Rose took the attack as an opportunity to slip away without any more of a lecture.

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Curtis Everret x reader (not on the snow piercer), comfort/ fluff: “You’re baking cookies for me?”

Thank you for requesting for/joining my 500 special <3

I hope you’ll like it!

Prompt: „you’re baking cookies for me?“ with Curtis Everett

That’s an au with grumpy roommate Curtis;)

Warning: implied age gap (reader’s mid twenties and curtis is 34), just fluff and a grumpy Curtis

Curtis has a bad relationship with his family in this.

You spend your college time living in a dorm but after finishing the last year you had to decide: living with your parents or finding a place? You decided on the second option.

It didn’t take long till you found a place but it was an apartment for two and you’d live with a man which at first made you unsure about it but after meeting him you decided to give it a try. He seemed nice, even though very very grumpy.

He wasn’t even that old.

And yet he was grumpier than your grandpa.

You still tried to be friends with him- or at least friendly. Which he didn’t seem to care about. He worked a lot and didn’t spend a lot of time home. You also noticed he spent many evenings in the bar and coming home drunk. He always tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake or disturb you. Honestly, it was sweet. He may be a grumpy guy but he respected you.

„Hey Curtis, you’re home early.“ you smiled, hearing the man entering your shared home. With heavy steps he walked into the kitchen where you were currently putting the groceries away. He watched you for a moment. “Yeah, I’m home early” he mumbled, already leaving the kitchen. He could hear your soft laugh before closing the door to his room.

The thing was, Curtis liked you. You were sweet and caring, always making sure he had something to eat at work, sometimes even preparing meals for him. He didn’t understand why you did it since he definitely didn’t ask for it. You did it anyway.

And it was… really nice. He hadn’t been treated this nice in years. His relationship with his parents was complicated, he didn’t actually talk with them anymore, not really. And love was something that didn’t happen to him. The last time he was in love was probably ten years ago and the relationship ended badly. He got his heart broken and didn’t want it to happen again.

So he pushed everyone away. Closed himself off.

But somehow you walked into his life and broke the high walls around his heart, just taking over his heart like it belonged to you.

He couldn’t have you, that’s for sure. You were younger than him, a few years but you’d probably think he’s too old for you.

Besides, he didn't want to get involved with anyone, so why was he even thinking about it?

Quietly groaning he let himself fall into his bed, burying his face in his pillow. Within minutes he nodded off.

While Curtis slept- at least that’s what you assumed he was doing- you started putting the ingredients together for the cookies your grandmother always baked for Christmas- for your grandpa because he loved them. She always made him smile with these cookies, even though he was such a grump.

Maybe you could make Curtis smile for once too?

You put some quiet Christmas music on, preparing the dough for the cookies. A smile crept over your lips when you imagined Curtis walking into the kitchen, seeing a whole plate with cookies. Would he like them? What if he didn’t like cookies- wait, no, that’s not possible, right? Everybody loved cookies.

After a while you had the first tray ready, putting the hot cookies on a plate. Just when you were putting the tray back into the oven to bake the other ones- yeah, you may have made too much because there’d be enough for at least three other trays- Curtis walked into the room, rubbing his eyes sleepy. “It smells so good” he mumbled, walking closer to you.

A bright smell formed on your lips (Curtis felt his knees go weak at that). “I hope so. I’m baking cookies for you” you added quietly, pushing the plate a bit closer to him.

For a moment Curtis looked at you completely perplexed, like you’d have grown a second head.

Then he slowly looked down at the plate and back at you. His heart thumped and he had to swallow once. Twice. “You…”

He looked down, again, this time feeling his eyes burn which he quickly blinked away. The last time someone did this for him was…. did someone ever bake for him? Probably not.

“You’re baking cookies for me?” he asked quietly, still not believing what you were doing. It may only be baking some cookies to you but it… it was so much to him. It was more than anyone has ever done for him.

A soft chuckle interrupted his thoughts while you gently took his hand in yours. “Of course Curtis. I thought you would like them… and maybe we could eat them together, watch a mo-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence since Curtis walked around the corner and pulled you into a tight hug, holding onto you like you were the last thing keeping him above water.

“Thank you” he whispered into your hair while you slowly put your arms around his waist, slightly surprised from the sudden hug. You two had never hugged before- but you really liked it. “You haven’t tried them yet” you giggled into his chest, feeling the low rumble when he chuckled.

“Even if they were burned I’d still love them”.he slowly let go of you and you could see the blush on his cheeks. He had to be honest with himself- he had surprised himself with the hug too. But he enjoyed it.

Curtis took one cookie from the plate, biting into the warm baked goods. A quiet moan escaped his lips while he closed his eyes to savor the sweet taste.

You saw how a small smile crept over his lips.

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xtrashmammalstefx · 11 months

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Come Into These Arms (A Vampire! Chris Motionless Smut!)

REQUESTED BY: @ashleymata2008

WARNINGS: SMUT!, Language, all that good stuff.

Notes: Originally requested as a pregnant reader with baby shower but I decided to put my own spin on it (hope u don't mind girly). Anyway enjoy!

I first saw him as I lay dying beneath my friend’s dad’s Chevy.

Some dick had a few too many and rammed us off the road just as we had reached the intersection outside a Taco Bell. My memories of it are hazy but I clearly remember seeing him approach the wreckage. He walked around checking my friend and then her dad before coming over to me. He took my face in his and smiled in relief. “You still have a chance.”

“Chris, don’t,” said another voice from above us. “You know what’ll mean for her… what’ll mean for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“There’s no going back from that, once it’s done it’s done,” the other continued to warn him.

“I know Ricky, fuck!” he snapped at him. He took a deep breath then and leaned in. “You still have a chance...I’m gonna make sure you keep it.” He leaned in further until I felt a sharp pain in my neck.

I don’t remember what happened after that. Only that I woke up in the hospital covered in bandages, and high off my tits on pain meds. My parents were there and my mom held my hand as they told me I was the only one who survived the accident.

I went home a few days later, and it was on my first night back that I saw him again. I was listening to one of my favorite songs once again trying to decide whether or not what happened that night was real. I suddenly felt my bed dip and I thought it might have been Edgar Allan Puss, my asshole of a cat. I shot my hand out to smack him off my bed before he clawed the shit out of my comforter, but instead of hitting my cat’s furry side, I hit a cold denim covered leg. My eyes shot open and I looked over to find him lying beside me. I paused my music and ripped out my headphones, shooting myself up so that I was sitting.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked. “And...and how the fuck are you real?”

“First off that’s a hell of a tongue you got for being so young,” he said. “Secondly, my names Chris, and despite what all the myths say about my kind I can guarantee we are very much real. Have been for more than a millennia.”

“A millennia?”

“That’s right.”

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. “I really fucked up my head that night didn’t I?”

“Not really,” he said. “And again with that tongue, what are you nine?”

“I’m twelve dipshit,” I said.

“Well, ex-fucking-scuse my ass,” he said. “I swear you save a girls life and she turns around and all she does is give you shit.”

“You, you really saved me?”

He nodded. “And my brothers are still giving me shit for it.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “They’ve always been a bunch of hardasses like that.”

“No, I mean, why’d you save me?”

“You still had a chance,” he said. “One the others didn’t, and one that I never had.”

“Are you my angel or something?”

“Or something,” he said. “My kind aren’t exactly welcomed at the pearly gates if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t exactly but lord knows I would be six feet under right now if it wasn’t for you.” I placed my hand on his. “So, thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, um…”

“Y/N,” I said. “But most people call me, Y/N/N.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N/N.” He looked over at my alarm and frowned. “I should let you sleep.” He started moving off of my bed.

“Is this...I mean, I know I shouldn’t but...and you probably don’t want to, but…” He placed two fingers on my lips silencing me.

“You’ll see me again, I promise,” he said leaning in. His cold lips touched my cheek for only a moment. “Goodnight darling.”

“Night,” I said watching as he disappeared out my window.

I would say that was the most magical dream of my life except it quickly became obvious that my mind could never dream up of someone as mystical as he.

He came back every now and then and we’d end up spending a good part of the night just talking. A couple of years passed and Chris and I had grown closer than any pair ever had, or so my fourteen year old brain believed. That year all of my classmates were suddenly ‘falling in love’ for the first time. A guy in my history class even showed interest in me but… I don’t know. For some reason I couldn’t see him or any guy that way.

“What’s wrong ma cherie?” Chris asked one night when it was clear there was something on my mind. Something that bothered me something fierce.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said.

Chris looked at me surprised. “What makes you say that?”

I shrugged. “There’s this guy at school, says he likes me, and wants to take me out sometime.”

“And that means there’s something wrong with you?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s not that it’s just… I don’t see him that way. I don’t… I don’t feel what I should feel… what everyone else feels. At least not for…” I looked up at Chris who looked at me expectantly. I shook my head again. “Never mind, you probably don’t wanna hear about boring teenage bullshit.”

“Love is anything but bullshit, no matter what age,” he said. “So, you don’t like him, not exactly that big of a deal sugar.”

“I know that,” I said. “But I do feel something for someone else. Something I’ve never felt before.”

“Must be a lucky guy if he can get you to smile and blush like that,” Chris said.

“Yeah,” I looked over at him again. “He is…” Before I knew what the hell I was doing I was leaning in and crashing my lips onto his. Suddenly I felt this electric feeling flow through my body.

Thy blood is yours

As your heart is thine

Bride immortal now is the hour

From this day forth you shall be…

“NO!” Chris pushed me back.

“What… what was that?” I asked.

“Something that cannot happen yet,” he said before looking up at me. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I said. “I was the one who…”

“No, no,” he said. “This… this is all my doing. My brothers warned me but…”

“But?”

He looked up at me and placed his hand on my cheek. “But you had a chance.”

“Wait, “ I said brushing his hand off my face. “Are you saying you, what, did something else besides save me that night?”

He looked down and away from me. “There’s this spell that exists in our world. One that should never be used unless we’re absolutely certain and if the other party is certain as well.” He looked up at me then. “I fed from you that night, and in return you fed from me. By exchanging blood we became connected in a way a mortal would if he were to exchange vows with the person he loves.”

“So you’re saying… you fucking married me?”

“Not fully, jesus you were only twelve!”

��But we’re fucking married?”

“We are betrothed,” he said. “We won’t fully be wed until that incantation you heard is complete.”

“But, but why? I mean I know I had a chance to live but…”

“When the first half of the ritual is complete, you know the feeding, the mortal party will automatically be filled with their mate’s immortal strength. You’re still mortal but I made it so that any wound you suffer will heal faster and your strength will be renewed.”

“And your brothers warned you?” I knew of his family and how they were irate at him because of me. I never understood why though.

He nodded. “They said I was basically screwing you out of a normal life. Because not only do you have my strength but you are so tied to me that you can’t fall in love or form any connection of the sort with mortals, and I can’t bind myself to anyone else.” He looked back up at me. “You are mine and I am yours, forever.”

I leaned in for another kiss but he stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. “We can’t do that again… at least not until you’re sure you want to.”

I sighed and settled for kissing him on the cheek.

“I don’t care what you say, Chris, you’re my angel and you’ll always will be.” I fell asleep soon after.

Years passed and eventually I was being bombarded by questions about my future. Which college will I go to? What career do I want? It was maddening...and Chris could tell is was really wearing me out.

“Tough day?” he asked as we layed on my bed.

“You have no fucking idea,” I said.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m eighteen years old, I’m about to graduate, and everyone thinks that means I know what I’m gonna do for the rest of my goddamn life.”

“Ah, the college talks.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Were you grilled about that too? When you were mortal I mean?”

“That and how I should take my old man’s boss’s daughter as a wife,” he said. “Believe me when I say I do not regret choosing another path.”

“Oh? And what path was that?”

“The one that led me to jumping off a bridge only to be fished out by Gerard,” he said. He’d told me about the royal family of immortals living in the underground of New Jersey where no one would ever find them, and how their leader, an ancient vampire named Gerard Way, found him and turned him.

“It’s not that I don’t know what I want to do,” I said. “It’s just I don’t know how I could ever explain that what I want is to spend my life with you… the angel who saved me.”

“Y/N/N,” he whispered. I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbow.

“I love you,” I whispered pecking him on the lips. He groaned at my touch. “I really fucking love you.” I brought my lips back down onto his and that same feeling that overcame me years earlier came back.

Thy blood is yours

As your heart is thine

Bride immortal now is the hour

From this day forth you shall be mine.

He pulled back and moved so fast he was invisible for only a moment. Our clothes had disappeared and he was on top of me. “You’re mine now Y/N/N.” He whispered before pushing himself inside me. I gasped and clung to him as he stretched me.

Immortal lover long since dead

Come into these arms

And we shall be forever wed.

There was a burning on our fingers where a ring of Latin words were wrapped around them like… wedding bands. Chris smiled and proceeded to thrust.

I know people say that your first time is like nothing else in the world. That your vision becomes clouded with stars, especially when you both finish. That the entire time you feel whole as he fills you up with his length and your heart beats so fast you think you might just die.

Clearly they’ve never had sex with a vampire. Chris was gentle but a little rough at the same time. Like he knew I was breakable but still able to handle the full power of his cock. (Thank fuck my parents weren’t home to hear the screams).

Eventually he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of him. I rocked my hips riding him as if my life depended on it. “Fuck, Chris… I’m gonna…!” I cut myself by screaming as I tightened around him.

“Fuck, baby,” Chris grunted continuing to thrust into me as I came down from my high. I rode out my high, resting my head on his shoulder as he tensed up inside him. “FUCK!” He groaned filling me up.

The next morning I swear I could not walk to save my life.

A month later Chris came back. We’d been like rabbits since that night and in doing so enacted another part of the marriage ritual.

As soon as he arrived I ran into his arms. “Nice to see you too, my love.” He chuckled. That’s when he felt what I’d been feeling for a while now. A small little kick from deep inside my stomach. “The fuck was that?”

“What do you think it was?” I said stepping back to reveal the small bump pertruding from between my hips. “My parents want me to give it up but…” I shook my head. “It’s growing so fast, and… and I know chances are we’d never have the opportunity to do this again. I mean, I understand if…”

“Y/N/N?” Mom called out from the otherside of the door. Before I could fully panic Chris picked me up and sped out my window. He ran us all the way to his families hide out. His brothers weren’t too thrilled at the revelation about our baby but for Chris’s sake would do what they could to comfort us. Chris held me as I slept throughout the night. The next morning I was aroused by two things, Chris’s kisses and the smell of pancakes.

We dragged our feet downstairs where…

“SURPRISED!” His brothers shouted having been busy during my slumber. There was black and white banner hung up on the archway between the living room and the kitchen that read: ‘CONGRATS MAMA!’ On the coffee table was a mountain of gifts.

“Did they really just put a baby shower together?” I asked Chris.

“You bet your ass we did,” Ricky said. “It’s not everyday we become uncles to a bad ass half breed.”

Feeling emotional to the extreme I ran up to Ricky and hugged the fuck out of him. “You guys are fucking amazing you know that?”

Ricky smiled and kissed my forehead. “We love you too sis. Even if my fucking moron of a brother dragged you into our lives without fucking telling us.”

“Give it a rest already Ricky,” Chris said. “I told you I would try to tell you guys before I make any more drastic decisions. Alright? Now please, kindly, fuck off.”

“Ah, not before I try those pancakes I smell,” I interjected dragging Chris to the kitchen.

“Prepare to be mouth fucked,” Ricky said smiling from ear to ear.

“Dude?!”

“With pancakes you sick fuck, not my dick,” Ricky clarified.

As I ate the heavenly pancakes I couldn’t help but think of how glad I was to have been given such an amazing second chance at life, and how I hope, one day, my child will enjoy their chance too. Who knows, maybe they too will give someone a second chance to live.

#smut #chris motionless #motionless in white #requests

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xxx-wounded-angel-xxx · 2 years

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Hey, I saw ur post saying you were taking requests for lost boys or Billy hargrove x male reader so I was wondering if you could do a lost boys x Billy hargrove x male reader request. I don't have anything in mind specifically but maybe Billy runs away back to california and meets the reader who is a part of the lost boys??? Idk, you can do whatever you want with it :))

Billy and the Lost Boys, my fave together <3 Thank u for this request anon! I hope you enjoy it :)

Be one of us - Poly! Lost Boys x male reader x Billy Hargrove

TW : violence (not more than in canon), some sexual innuendo

Wanna read it on AO3 ?

It was a boring evening. No surf nazi to pick fight with, not so many teenagers to terrorize… Beside giving death glare to passerby with David, there was not much to do. Paul and Marko were having fun on the rides. As David and Dwayne went hunting, for the later was hungry, you decided to not join them as you were not. Instead, you started to walk around the boardwalk. You were a full vampire after all, there was not much that could decently harm you even if you were on your own.

That’s how you spotted him. Dark blond curls, jeans hugging a nice butt, leather jacket. By his looks, he was a runaway. Feeling stared at, he turned in your direction. Those blue eyes! Like Paul’s, you knew that you could drown in them. He was so beautiful, you had to show him to your boys.

You decided to walk to him confidently. You were sure in your guts that he had what it takes to be a Lost Boy. “So, what’s your name pretty runaway?”

That’s how you got to learn a little about Billy. You weren’t aware of where David and Dwayne went, so you decided to lead him to your blonds instead.

You found them sitting together, not very far from a concert. While Marko was quite skeptical, Paul seemed to approve of your choice, not even knowing if Billy was meant to be food or friend. You guys went on together, as you warned David and Dwayne by the mind link you all shared of where your intentions were laying by. David was the one keeping all of you safe, he would always have the last word anyway.

When David looked at him, he seemed to see what you saw because he asked Billy if he had somewhere to go. When he admitted that he didn’t, David offered him that Billy could stay by your place. Billy was okay with that, if he could come with his own car. To your surprise, your lover accepted. He led you all to his car, a nice blue Chevrolet Camaro. Youn could see in your boys’ eyes that they were approving of his taste.

And his driving! Fast and reckless, he adapted easily to the way you all rode your bikes.

He accepted to go down the rickety-looking entrance, even looking less anxious when David told him the story of the place, and he visibly loosened up when Paul mentioned the absence of parents or adults. You offered him a smile as you settled down next to him on a couch, and caught him looking at Paul and Marko, already in their own little world. Your boyfriends had always been very tactile with each other’s. Billy was looking… envious? If Billy was really into men, you did a great job at picking the babe.

Since he was wearing a Metallica t-shirt, you strike a conversation with him about music. Quickly, Paul and Marko come around, launching themselves in the conversation that became loud and animated.

Glancing at David, you saw him talking with Dwayne, most likely about what to do with Billy. And when you see them bringing the jeweled bottle, you know that Billy is meant to stay.

You know that it’s David’s blood in it, so when he offered you the bottle to give an example to Billy, you make a show of drinking the crimson gift of your lover. Licking your lips, you turn to the newcomer.

“Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. Be one of us Billy. Drink it”

You can see the hesitation in his eyes, so expressive, windows to his soul.

“Don’t you wanna be one of us?” David’s voice broke the silence. Looking at David, Billy brought the bottle to his lips… and drank. You all erupted into cheers, greeting the pretty boy into his new life as a Lost Boy.

The night turned into a joyous party, the five of you putting him at ease. As the sun come closer, you helped the halfling get his stuff from his car, and showed him the way to a deeper part of the cave, not too far of your sleeping room so you could reach your new boy if you needed even in the middle of the day.

Once you and Dwayne were sure that Billy was comfortably settled down, the two of you joined your lovers and flew next to them.

The next evening, you woke up early and went to check on Billy. The boy was already awake, and greeted you as you leant on what would have been a doorframe in a normal room. Your scent and the boys’ lingered everywhere, as it was your room when you were still human, and the one you would usually use when things were getting hotter, so it didn’t surprise you when you realized that Billy had your smell lingering on him. David will enjoy it, you thought. I will enjoy what? You repeated your train of thoughts to David, who took his place behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Somehow his display of affection seemed to put Billy at ease.

Apparently, boys liking boys was not in good light where he was from. But here the young runaway would be free to be whoever he wanted to be, as a Lost Boy. Between Paul’s legs, if you believed the wild rocker’s thoughts. Dude was already picturing Billy as your lover despite him only joining you guys yesterday.

But first pretty boy would have to feed…

While Paul was helping Billy to get ready, the rest of you were wondering how to get Billy to turn. Starting a blood bath in front of him and let him give in to the thirst? Tell him and let him pick his first kill himself? Tonight? Next week? It was finally decided that he would get a few days, and that the rest of you would let him get comfortable around you all, while you would drop hints and see if he would pick up.

The days passed, and you grew fond of the half vampire.

After a week since Billy’s arrival, you all pilled up in his camaro, as he drove you all to a quiet place where you could get as high and as drunk as you wished.

David had told you that Billy had picked up on the creature of the night thing, but he had not said anything about it yet. You knew that it was only a matter of time before Billy wad finally turning, so you all let him enjoy being half for the last few nights of his life.

At least it was what David had planned. When that angry man barged in, yelling, you all saw Billy freeze. And you got to know what he was running away from.

David immediately put himself between Billy and his father, protecting our boy. Then it all went down really fast.

The man tried to get at David, blood got shed, which seemed to make Billy react. The blond launched himself at his father, protecting the vampire that had welcomed him with open arms. Before the man could do anything to protect himself, Billy had vamped out, ripped his throat open, drinking from the wound.

When he got up, covered in blood, Billy whipped his mouth with the back of his right hand.

“He deserved it”. No one said anything about it. Instead, David smiled.

“Welcome, Lost Boy. You’re one of us now.”

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #billy hargrove x reader #male reader

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enchxanting · 11 months

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our love is god [ethan landry x reader] pt. 9

read part 8 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, literary gore, major character death

a/n: we are winding down on this series, so if you have any requests or suggestions please leave them for me! i need some inspo for my next story, but I'm also gonna do some short stuff in between.

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I’ve been sitting outside of Mindy and Chad’s place for way longer than appropriate. I know that they probably know I’m here, but I can’t make myself get out of the car.

It’s not that I don’t want to see them. I really, really do. I want to see them so badly that I swallowed my grief and guilt and got cleaned up for the first time in days. I just can’t shake the way Ethan looked at Chad and me earlier. I clench the steering wheel tighter. I’ve never seen that kind of rage, like he wanted to–

No. I push that thought away. It’s time, anyway, for me to stop being a baby and go inside. I double-check one last time that I have my bag, keys, and phone, before stepping out onto the sidewalk.

I can hear music coming from the house, even though the door is closed. The twins have a habit of blasting their speakers, which the neighbors hated until they moved away over the summer. Now, Mindy and Chad can destroy their eardrums whenever they please.

Letting myself in, I drop my bag in the mudroom before following the sound of voices to the kitchen. Chad is hunched over the stovetop, and Mindy is sitting at the kitchen island with her chin in her hands. She perks up when she sees me, giving me a signature Mindy smirk.

“Well, look who decided to show up, huh?”

Chad throws me a smile over his shoulder. “Hey, leave her alone, Minds. She’s just in time for dinner!”

“Thanks, you guys,” I say. “What are we having?”

“Only my original pasta dish, of course,” Chad steps aside to reveal a mess of tomatoes, Parmesan containers, and empty plastic sleeves of bacon, for some reason. “It got a little out of hand. But it’s delicious!”

I laugh, and Chad smiles even wider. It fills me with something I haven’t felt in a while: contentment. There is literally nowhere else I’d rather be right now.

Mindy and Chad usher me to the dining room table, which they actually set with real cloth napkins and placemats. I’m impressed. Usually, my dinners at the Meeks-Martin house have been chips and cold pizza at 3 AM during sleepovers.

The food is perfect. I don’t know what Chad put in it, or where he found the recipe (if there was a recipe), but the food puts me in a good mood. We laugh and talk until we’ve finally stuffed ourselves. Chad is the last one to tap out, and he immediately retires to the living room to digest, claiming chef privileges that exempt him from cleanup.

“Clear the table with me, Y/N?” Mindy asks.

“Of course.” I grab a couple plates and silverware and follow Mindy back to the kitchen. I start folding placemats as she loads the dishwasher.

“Thanks for the dinner. You got all fancy for me, I see,” I tease. “Where are your parents, by the way?”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, you love that we’re spoiling you. They’re at a friend’s house tonight or something. Won’t be back until later.”

“What about Anika? I thought she’d come for sure.”

“Nah, her parents have her under house arrest. They’re spooked by– um. You know. Even though it wasn’t some psycho this time. It was just… Tara.”

I go quiet. Mindy is choked up again.

“I just can’t believe she’d do it,” she whispers.

“I know,” I say. “I guess sometimes it just gets to be too much–” “No, that’s the thing though,” Mindy interrupts. “It wasn’t. I was just talking to her about the attacks last year, right before. She said she felt like she was finally free, finally moving on. And it’s like I said, we were making plans. Real plans. She started an application to college. And she was looking for summer jobs, trying to save money for room and board. These aren’t things suicidal people do, Y/N.”

My throat feels tight. “What are you saying?”

She puts a hand over her forehead and takes a deep breath. “I’m saying that something isn’t right. What if some, like, freaky Ghostface disciple actually killed her?”

“Jesus, Mindy, are you serious?” I turn to see Chad in the doorway, a pained expression on his face. I didn’t hear him come in.

“This isn’t one of your horror movies,” he continues, and I hear his voice trying not to break. “Sometimes life is just unfair.”

“But think about it!” Mindy continues. “She was partying, she was living. Yes, she was mad at Sam, but she got in those fights all the time! And the report said she hadn’t deadbolted the door that morning, and I know she hadn’t cracked that copy of The Bell Jar they found– she was just saying she had to SparkNotes the whole thing for class.”

“Enough, Mindy, I’m fucking serious.” Chad’s voice is raised, louder than I’ve ever heard it, But Mindy doesn’t back down. She turns to me, expectantly.

“You were basically her best friend, Y/N.” Her voice is low and intense. “Seriously. What do you think? You know that Tara wouldn’t do that.”

I look between their faces, and all of the guilt I thought I had started to let go of rises to the top. I have to tell them the truth.

I shut my eyes tight and a tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” I feel Chad put a hand on my shoulder. It’s getting hard to breathe again.

“I- I-” I stammer. “Me, and Ethan, we–”

But I’m cut off by the sound of strangled screaming. I open my eyes and my blood goes cold.

Mindy’s throat is slashed, dripping blood down her neck onto her t-shirt. Behind her is a figure in a black cloak and a white mask: Ghostface.

Ghostface lets go of Mindy, and she sinks to the floor. Even though I can’t reach her to check, I feel in my bones that she’s gone. My stomach turns into knots. I back up towards the countertop. Dear Diary: This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

Chad fumbles for a weapon on the knife block, but all of the knives have been removed. He grabs a meat tenderizer from the counter. “Fucking run, Y/N,” he roars, and I’m snapped out of my trance.

Ghostface lunges towards Chad, but he gets one hit in with the kitchen implement, hitting him in the chest. He stumbles backward, and I make a break back towards the dining room. I hear the sound of plates hitting the ground and animalistic sounds of exertion, but I stop dead in my tracks when I hear Chad screaming. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the glint of a knife as it plunges in and out of Chad’s chest. Chad coughs up blood as he falls to his knees, but Ghostface doesn’t let up. He raises his knife and delivers one last blow, clean into Chad’s heart.

I let out a guttural scream. Ghostface turns towards me, wiping his knife clean between his robed fingers. I’m paralyzed with fear. Any survival skills I might have picked up from watching countless horror films are gone– I can’t even run.

He stalks towards me, and I close my eyes, preparing for the worst. But the blow never comes. Instead, I’m enveloped in an embrace of fabric.

I open my eyes to see the eyes of the blood-stained mask staring right at me. Slowly, the figure raises their hand, grabbing the base of the headpiece. My breathing quickens, and I can feel my heart beating out of my chest as he slowly pulls the mask off to reveal a mop of brown curls.

No.

Ethan gives me a big toothy grin. “Hey, beautiful.”

I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything. He must be able to tell, because he lets out a throaty laugh. “Surprised?”

“How– how could you?” I manage to choke out. “Why… would you do this?”

“I did it for you, Y/N. For us. Do you know how close that freak Mindy was getting to figuring out the truth? You heard her. And then we’d both be in prison. Separate. Alone.”

“But Chad,” I sob. “Why would you hurt him?”

His face darkens. “Now that one, I have to admit, was fucking selfish. He wanted you, I know it. He fucking wanted you, but you’re mine.”

I can’t say anything. I’m shaking with fear, anger, confusion, everything.

Ethan frowns. “I worship you, Y/N. I'd trade my life so you can live. I killed them for you.”

“No, no, I didn’t want– I never asked–”

“I love you, Y/N,” he growls. “Tell me you love me.” His grip grows tighter, and I finally notice the tip of the knife at my back.

What else can I say?

“I love you too, Ethan,” I concede, voice wavering.

He relaxes, and the knife clatters to the floor. “Good,” he says. “Let’s go home.”

He grabs me by the wrist and leads me out the door. As we travel through the kitchen, I shut my eyes tight. Ethan stops us.

“Look,” he growls.

I force my eyes open and choke down my nausea at the sight of the twins’ bodies. Ethan grabs my face and pulls me into a deep kiss.

“For you, Y/N. All for you.”

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#scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 2023 #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #heathers #heathers au #high school au #jack champion

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kirk-says-wah · 7 months

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Hi, may I have a request.

Past relationship James/Cliff

James/Jason 1988 Justice era

Something to do with all this - Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff

James and Jason have been dating for a while now. Jason thinks it's time for James to meet his family in Michigan. James isn't ready.

I was kind of hoping it would tie into Cliff and Cliff's family in some way for why he's not ready to meet Jason's family.

Thank you so much! And Happy Birthday! 🎂

Thank you so much for the ask! And so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer 💞

You can also read on ao3 here ❤️

“I think you should meet my parents.”

James chokes on his beer, splutters into a coughing fit. Jason’s hands warm his back, patting it lightly until he can finally suck in a breath.

“What?” he squeaks, cheeks burning. He clears his throat, watches as Jason gets up to flip the vinyl on the record stand.

“They’d love you,” Jason shrugs, closing the lid as Lou Reed starts to drone on in the background.

James has never been a fan of his music. He says as much.

“Why’d you put this pussy shit on?”

It’s petulant.

It changes the subject.

Jason sighs, deep with his shoulders, turns to lean back against the set of drawers.

Maybe not.

“I’m serious, James.”

His eyes are wide, makes him look younger. James takes a long pull of his beer, Jason’s expression doesn’t flicker.

“So am I”, James says, adorns a lopsided grin, but Jason just sighs, again, and James wonders how long it’ll take before he’s sick of him.

“Look, I know it’ll be hard, especially because of the situation with your parents -“ understatement “-but I think it’ll be good for you.”

James bristles a little at the mention of his parents, eyes darting to the floor. There’s a stain in the very middle of the rug. Looks like piss.

“James.”

It’s probably piss.

“James, man. Talk to me.”

He blames Lars. He makes a mental note to make him slug it to the dry cleaners.

A hand comes to his jaw, softly tilts his head up. He holds his breath.

“We’ve been together a long time now,” Jason says, face soft, eyes kind.

And well.. James wouldn’t say nine months is a long time. But he’s not counting.

“I know,” he says anyway, just to placate the concern etched into the lines of Jason’s face.

Jason thumbs at his jaw a little before leaning down, catches him in a small open-mouthed kiss.

“You’ll be fine. My parents are nice. And we’ve got a weekend off coming up.”

James doesn’t like that the subject isn’t being dropped.

He fidgets.

“If Lars lets us,” he says, though he knows full well if he commands, Lars will always obey. Most of the time. The little fucker’s always been more bark than bite.

Jason rolls his eyes at that, he knows James too well to buy that shit, moves to plant himself on the couch next to him.

“It’ll be fun,” Jason says, wriggles his socked feet onto James’s lap. “And we’ll be back here for your birthday.”

“Whoopee-doo.”

Jason doesn’t mistake the sarcasm but intends to ignore it anyways. James wonders how he’s ended up with someone so fucking optimistic.

“I can call them later, let them know. My sister’s probably home too; she usually is in the summer.”

James really isn’t in the mood for this. He pokes at Jason’s toes, grinds his teeth. Jason’s eyes bore into him but he’s feeling a bit too uncomfortable to meet his gaze.

“James,” Jason pleads.

James wishes he would just take the fucking hint. He’s really not up for this right now. He downs the rest of his beer, crumpled the can in his fist.

“I know it’s gonna be.. err- hard because of what happened with Cliff-“

“You don’t know shit,” James snaps, tosses the can to the floor. Jason takes his feet from his lap.

“No I know. But it’s gonna happened sometime, dude. And unless you wanna talk about it I don’t know where he fuck I stand.”

Jason has a point. For once.

James wipes a hand over his face. The reminder of Cliff just sours his mood, makes him feel hollow with guilt and grief because he just misses him so goddamn much.

He’d met Cliff’s parents, back in ‘84, and he remembers how his mother had hugged him as soon as he set foot in the door, had fed him into next week and was more concerned for his health than anyone had been before. And his father had clapped him on the shoulder when they’d talked about their upcoming tour, had called him son. It’s the closest thing to a family he ever felt.

But then Cliff died.

Mrs Burton still calls him, checks up on him and the boys because she worries, but he can’t stand to keep a relationship with a family that’s not even his; doesn’t want to accidentally step into Cliff’s shoes.

So the idea of being - hopefully - welcomed into Jason’s family almost feels too much, like they’re reaching out a rope of security and love that he just knows one day will be pulled loose.

He doesn’t want the wool over his eyes if it just means he’s gonna lose more people.

Jason’s shifted to get closer to him now, rests his arms on James’s knees.

“Hey, it’s okay, y’know, to let me in. I’m not a mind reader.”

James just shrugs because he doesn’t have the words for the indescribable feeling of fitting into a family that will never be yours.

They sit in silence.

Then, Jason says, “We don’t have to.”

James feels like an idiot now.

“I know,” he murmurs after a moment, finally glances at Jason, feeling something akin to guilt settle in his chest.

Jason moves to lace their fingers together, squeezes his hand gently.

“Too soon?”

James’s throat feels like it’s suffocating him from the inside, but he manages to chokes out, “it’s not- im not-“

“You don’t have to explain,” Jason interrupts, earnest now, and James has never felt more grateful.

Jason pulls him in then, warm arms enclosing around him, and James hides his face in his neck.

“I’ll think about it,” he mumbles amongst Jason’s curls, and Jason just nods, kissing his temple gently.

#james/jason #metallica fanfiction #metallica #asks

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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I'm so excited that you're asks are open ☺️ Can I request the prompt “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess.” “Oh, I do!” with Dympna Devers

Thanks girl ❤️

Hands in his hair

paring: dympna devers x fem!reader

a/n: thanks so much for requesting! Bare with me I've only seen calm with horses once and It was a while ago now lol also in the movie don't they say dympna bleached his hair? there's a bit in here that talks about that and I'm sorry if it's wrong but I hope you like this anyways!

Part of my request prompt list!

warning(s): fluff, suggestive content, secret relationship, ahh I didn't know how to end this! 🫣 unedited!

Dympnas bedroom was where you spent most of your time with him, it was the safest place beside's his car that you both would hang out in. Your family didn't know about your boyfriend and nor did his know about you, and you both desired to keep it that way for as long as possible. Every now and again you did get an occasional question of where are you going? during the day from your parents but you'd say studying or hanging out with your friends, which wasn't a lie Dympna was your only friend.

You sat in Dympnas's lap on his bed, his arms secure around your waist and yours around his shoulders as soft music played from the recorded player in the corner of the room. It was currently playing a soft tune of indie music which you'd never guessed Dympna to be into that sorta genre. You both talked about your week and steal your share of kisses between you two. It wasn't super romantic but it was perfect for the two of you to be content and close together. On days like this when his sisters were out either at school or work is when you'd come over and just hang out but you still locked the door just in case someone were to come barging in. You wanted to spend as much secretive time together as possible, Dympna had said to you how excited it made him feel to know he had you all to himself and how romantic it was to hold and kiss you behind closed doors, and you couldn't disagree. Something about the whole secretiveness was very Shakespeare and dare say you loved that.

Sometimes it was hard to keep your relationship so private when Dympna gave you the eyes when you spotted each other across the pub on days when you would be there on your own and he'd show up with his gang. Or when you were trying to be as quiet as mice In his room while making out and he would trail his hands all over your body, much like he was now.

His hands squeezed ever so softly at your thighs causing you to gasp in his mouth as he kissed you hotly. You pulled away from him slightly breaking the kiss with a soft smack imitating through the air and he looks up at you with a pout.

"If you can't behave yourself then I will resort to sitting on the floor the rest of the time I'm here," you say a bit sternly.

He scoffs at you and pulls you closer to his chest. "I can't help it if m'girl is so gorgeous and I wanna touch er," he mumbles.

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the word gorgeous emphasized by his accent. He almost never failed to make you feel all giddy with his lips in more ways than one. He leans forward to kiss you again but you bring your finger up to his lips and they smoosh. You feel his lips vibrate when he laughs behind your finger.

"Okay I'll behave," he takes your hand away and interlocks your fingers together.

You just marvel at him for a moment taking in his beautiful blue eyes and a big nose that you think is so adorable, His frown lines around his mouth from how much he smiles around you, The small tattoo in the corner of his right eye that you love to trace with your fingertip. Everything about him you love and wouldn't change. Dympna notices how quiet you got and see you staring at him.

"Watcha doin?" he asks tilting his head slightly to the side, scanning your face as well.

"Just admiring the view," you answer plainly. Your eyes trail up to his hair to see dark hair growing under the blonde ends, you had noticed his hair was starting to get longer over the past couple of months but he hadn't said anything about it. You thought maybe he would grow it out and finally have his natural hair color back since he had told you he bleached it.

Your hands reach up to tangle in the locks and gently tug at them to which Dyampna groans softly at the touch. You look back down at him a little perplexed at his reaction and see his face in shock himself.

"Did you like that?" you asked amused.

"N-no," he stutters.

You tug on it the same way again and he lets out a moan.

"You did like it!" you gasp.

"Hey, I will push you off this bed," he warns. “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess,”

You knew Dympna was very fussy about his hair, always fiddling with it and making sure it looked right half the time. You were surprised he was letting you touch it for this long, but he clearly didn't seem to mind you touching his hair. “Oh, I do!” you giggle.

Continued to run your fingers through his hair in silence and you decided to pull on his hair once more causing him to flip you over onto your back. "That's it you little minx," he traps you below him with his arms cading you into the bed, but it didn't make you feel small or helpless as he leaned over you smiling darkly.

"That's unfair!" you protest.

He leans down until your noses are touching, your cheeks heat up once more and you can feel his chains dangling on your chest.

"What's unfair?" he asks. His gaze is taunting you to say something back but you just blink not knowing what to say in your dazed state. "that's what I thought,"

You reach up to tangle your fingers in the chains, they're cool to the touch providing a contrast to your hot skin pulling him down closer till your lips are brushing. "Maybe you should wait to hear what I have to say," you counter.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson about teasing missy," he says. "bet you'd like that,"

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