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kyleoreillylover · 6 months

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Hii ! I love your works it's just so amazing!! Can I request a Dominik mysterio x reader and it's just fluff please?

Snuggles ➶ 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the rest of the Judgment Day have 2 things to do: Annoy the Bloodline and conduct business with them. But Dominik wants to add a third thing on the list, snuggling with you and not letting you go.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words, I'm so glad you love my works!! I hope this is all the fluff you wanted and is up to your standards lol. Hope you all enjoy! Also if you want to be added to a tag list for any future works I write, let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: Arguing (but it's just Jimmy and Solo lol), Mentions of drinking, etc.

You laughed with the rest of Judgment Day as you walked down the dimly lit hallway, Dominik's arm draped casually over your shoulder as the four of you made your way towards the Bloodline's locker room.

"How mad you think they're gonna be when they come back?" You giggled, leaning into Dominik's touch as you stepped closer to the locker room door.

"Stupidly mad." Rhea grinned, eyes flickering to the sticker on the door reading 'Bloodline Only.' She chuckled, nudging Finn, making him bring the keycard out Paul Heyman so graciously gave you all.

"That's half the fun of it. Can't wait to see Jimmy's stupid face when he sees us." Finn cackled, unlocking the door with a soft click.

"And Solo's face too, how did you get Paul to keep his mouth shut?" Damien turned to you and Rhea as you walked in the room, giving Dominik a smile when he pushed you in front of him and let you pass him first.

"Let's just say me and Rhea are very convincing." You answered as you all took in the room. The wide TV playing highlights from earlier matches, plush amenities on the tables, a dressing room area with neatly organized suitcases and gear, and comfortable chairs scattered around.

"Damn, this is fancy." Dominik whistled, bringing you to the plush couch and settling down, pulling you into his lap. "Cozy too," he added, wrapping his arms around you.

Rhea plopped down on a chair, crossing her legs as Finn and Damien looked around. "Jesus, he really is obsessed with himself." She commented, eyes on the pictures of Roman lining the walls.

You giggled at her words, nestling your head in Dominiks shoulder, your legs around his waist. "I think he has some sort of ego kink."

Dominik and Rhea laughed with you, Dominiks hands scratching gently down on your back as Finn let out a low whistle, walking over to the table and inspecting the snacks laid out.

"Look at all this! We've got to come here more often." Finn tossed a bag of chips to Damien, making him catch it with a smile. "Anyone up for some snacks while we wait?"

"Now you're speaking my language, man." Damien chuckled, catching the bag of chips and settling down on the couch next to you and Dom.

"So, how long do you reckon until they're done?" Rhea asked, leaning back in her chair, her boots propped up on a nearby table.

Finn sat down, eating his chips and shrugging. "You know Jimmy likes to gloat, and Solo is not far behind, so probably a while." Finn replied between bites. "But Paul said he wouldn't keep us waiting long."

You picked your head up from Dominik's shoulder, trying to keep a laugh from bubbling out when he tried to bring your head back turning to Finn.

"So, we've got some time to kill, huh?" You grinned, glancing around the room. You eyed the TV, the snacks, and then Dominik. "Wanna watch some Netflix while we wait for those goons?"

Dominik chuckled, his arms still securely around you. "Sounds good to me. What do you feel like watching?"

Rhea smiled mischievously at you, grabbing the TV Remote. "Wanna watch some horror then while we wait?"

Damien smirked, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm game." Finn nodded, grabbing another bag of chips. "Horror it is."

You cuddled further into Dominik's arms, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, smiling down at you.

"If you get scared, I'll protect you," he teased, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek in return. "Think it'll be the other way around." You joked as the movie played on the TV.

And the waiting game began.

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After 30 minutes, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul were all heading to the locker room after their brawl with LA Knight and John Cena. Jimmy was fuming after being attacked, slamming the door open since he is in front of everyone.

"What the hell is this!?" Jimmy walks in to the sight of the 5 of you having matching smirks on your face as he yelled at you.

"What's wrong?" Solo walks in the room after hearing the yelling, peering inside to see you sprawled onto the couch, Finn and Damien sitting side by side as Dominik playing with a llama with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, your legs in Rhea's lap.

"That's no way to treat a guest, Jimmy." You pouted, smiling innocently at him. Rhea mirrored your smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

"She's right, Jimmy. Thought you'd have better hospitality." Rhea remarked with faux disappointment.

"Ya'll are in the wrong locker room! Get the hell out!" Jimmy snarled, pointing angrily at the door.

"We're actually right where we belong, mate." Finn smirked, taking a casual bite of a chip. "Isn't that right?" Damien smirked and nodded. "You're completely right, Finn."

Dominik looked up from his lama , grinning at an angry Jimmy. "And this is a really nice place, we're definitely gonna come here more often, aren't we guys?"

Jimmy's face turned bright red with rage, and he crosses the room and stepped in front of you guys.

"What are you even doing here?" He questioned with a scowl. "Solo, get them out!"

"Oh, Paul didn't tell you?" You glanced at Paul, who had entered the room behind Jimmy. He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact.

"Oops, our bad. Must've slipped his mind," you said with mock innocence, earning a chuckle from Finn.

"Solo, there will be no need for that." Paul stopped Solo, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.

"They're here as guests. I may have forgotten to mention it, but they're perfectly welcome."

"Exactly. Paul invited us here to conduct some business under Roman's orders" Rhea explained, her voice turning serious as she looked at Jimmy. "So, unless you want to mess with your dear Tribal Chief, I suggest you calm down and show us some respect."

Jimmy's jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You've got to be kidding me..."

Solo, still seething with anger, glared at all of you. "This is ridiculous."

"Why didn't you tell us!" Jimmy turned his anger onto Paul, who gaped at him for a moment before clearing his throat. It was very entertaining.

"I must've slipped my mind, my apologies," Paul stammered, clearly trying to save face. You snickered alongside the rest of your friends at the sight.

"Looks like the Judgment Day will be staying a bit longer, then," Finn chimed in, looking far too pleased with the situation.

"Which means the rest of you need to leave. Rhea and I only need to speak to Paul, so the rest of you can go." You spoke up, still running your fingers through Dominik's hair, his head perking up at the sound of your voice.

"Exactly. So, why don't you show the gentleman out?" Rhea suggested, giving Jimmy and Solo a pointed look.

Jimmy immediately protested, shaking his head and glaring at you all. "Ain't no way we leaving. Ya'll need to get your asses outta my room!"

Damien stood up at his tone, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing Jimmy up. "Listen to the ladies. Leave, or we'll make you two leave."

Jimmy backed up when Damien took a step forward, knowing Damien could easily snap him in half.

Dominik smirked at the confrontation, lifting his head from your lap. "Yeah, Jimmy, we wouldn't want you to get hurt in your own locker room, now would we?" He teased, his playful tone only making Jimmy more furious.

Jimmy was about to explode with anger, but Paul grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Jimmy, this is under Tribal Cheifs orders, very specific orders. And you know Roman doesn’t want his business being messed with. and you wouldn’t want to mess with that and make the chief mad and have to face the consequences, would you? Paul warned him in a serious tone, fearful of what would happen if he messed up Roman's plans.

Jimmy finally relented, rolling his eyes but he knew he couldn't go against the Tribal Chief's orders.

"Fine, but this ain't over," Jimmy grumbled, glaring one last time at all of you before storming out of the room, Solo following him with a huff.

“You guys okay to be okay alone with Paul?” Damien asked you and Rhea once they left, Dominik perking up at the question.

“You sure you don’t need us for backup, hermosa?” Dominik discarded the llama and picked his head up from your lap and sat up in concern, tightening his grip on you.

You smiled at Dominik, patting his cheek affectionately. "We'll be fine, Dom, Paul isn't going to bite us," you reassured him, rubbing his back soothingly.

Rhea gave him a smile, fist-bumping him. "Besides, it's just business talk. We'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

Dominik reluctantly nodded, still looking a bit concerned but trusting your judgment. "Alright, but you owe me snuggles.” He kissed your nose, making you giggle.

“I promise, I'll make it up to you," you replied with a wink, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Dominik melted into your kiss and stood up, stretching before looking at the others. "Let leave the ladies to their business then."

The rest of Judgment Day followed Dominik's lead and made their way out of the locker room, leaving you and Rhea alone with Paul.

“Now that everyone is gone…” Rhea picked up on your tone, finishing the sentence you had started. She leaned forward, a serious expression on her face. “Let’s get down to business.” Paul sat down in front of you two, gulping at the looks on you and Rhea’s faces, your glares making him nervous.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Of course ladies, let’s discuss our deal.”

You and Rhea exchanged a knowing glance, then turned your attention back to Paul. “But first, you need to do something for us.” Rhea began, glare never leaving her face.

Paul swallowed hard, nodding. “Whatever you ladies need, just name it.”

You leaned forward, your eyes locked onto Paul's. “We need you to acknowledge us.”

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You and Rhea made your way out the room, smiling to each other as you spotted the boys waiting for you in the hallway.

Dominik immediately walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you, and planting a soft kiss on your lips. "How did it go in there?"

You grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perfect. We got what we needed, trust me.”

Rhea dabbed up Finn and Damian. “We’ve got Paul right where we want him, and Jimmy and Solo will be at our beck and call at your tag team match on Monday.”

Dominik squeezed you a little tighter in his embrace. "That's my girl," he said with a proud smirk.

Finn grinned at Rhea’s words, giving you both a proud smile. “Nice work, ladies. Cody and Jey won’t know what hit them.”

Damien smirked confidently, looking at one half of tag team championships around his waist. “With Paul under our thumb and The Bloodline wrapped around our fingers, we're unstoppable."

You smiled, feeling the sense of accomplishment wash over you.

“Now we can party!”

Damien's eyes lit up at your words. "Hell yeah, let's celebrate!" He hollered, clapping you on the back.

Finn hollered with him, "Bet none of you can't drink more than me!"

Dominik scoffed, his arm around your waist. "You can barely drink more than me, Finn."

Damien chuckled at their words, "Says the lightweight. You guys aren't on my level."

"Newsflash, none of you idiots can't drink as much as me." Rhea butt in with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Finn's shoulder.

The three bickered while walking out of the arena, you and Dominik sharing a look as you trailed behind them.

"They are so gonna get drunk."

You chuckled, leaning into Dominik's side as you watched your friends argue about who could handle their alcohol better. "Wanna bet on who's gonna throw up first?"

"Definitely you." You gasped playfully, swatting his chest. "That is so not true!"

Dominik gave you a knowing look. ""I've seen you after a couple of drinks, mi amor. You start giggling like crazy, and then you get all lovey-dovey. And then 9 times out of 10 you get sick."

You rolled your eyes, pouting dramatically. "That is not going to happen!"

Dominik chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "I'll believe it when I see it, cariño."

You let out a mock huff, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm gonna prove you wrong, I promise you that."

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You, in fact, did not prove him wrong.

You stumbled into your hotel room later that night, giggling uncontrollably, with Dominik supporting you as you leaned on him.

"See, I told you," Dominik teased, helping you sit down on the bed. "You can't handle your liquor, mi amor."

"No, I am handling it! I'm handling it reallllyy welllll." you protested, though your words were slurred. Maybe you shouldn't have challenged Rhea as to who could take the most shots. She always wins.

Dominik had an amused smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to take off your shoes, which you managed to do after a few attempts.

"Yeah, you're a definitely handling it reallyyyy welllll." he teased, kneeling down to help you with the other shoe. You pouted, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"You're mean, babe. I thought you were on my side."

He chuckled, finishing with your shoes and then standing up. "I am on your side, cariño. I'm just messing with you."

You gave him a playful scowl, then suddenly your mood shifted, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, affectionate kiss. "I love you, Dom," you slurred.

Dominik couldn't help but laugh at your sudden shift in mood. He wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss, his lips slow but sweet against your own in a gentle manner, not wanting to overwhelm you in your current state. "I love you too, mi amor," he whispered against your lips before planting another sweet kiss on them.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a warmth wash over you, and the dizziness from the alcohol seemed to fade away for a moment. Dominik's tenderness always had that effect on you, making you forget anything and everything but him and his touch.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Feeling a bit better now, cariño?" Dominik asked, his voice soft and full of affection.

You nodded slowly, a content smile on your face. "Much better now," you replied, your voice still a bit slurred but your gaze clear and focused on Dominik's. "You always make me feel better, Dom."

Dominik's heart swelled with love at your words, and he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "And I always want to make you feel that way."

You smiled, your drunken state his words mean that much more to you. "You're the best, Dom," you whispered, pulling him into another sweet kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Dominik returned your kiss with the same tenderness, his heart overflowing with his love for you. But when you grabbed the back of his head to try and deepen it, he gently pulled back. "As much as I'd love to, cariño, you've had enough to drink for one night."

You pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want you, Dom." He chuckled, his eyes full of adoration.

"I want you too, mi amor, but I want you to remember it."

You sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed with your arms outstretched." But I need you. Like really need you."

Dominik laughed at your dramatic self and crawled onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you. "You'll have me, cariño, just not right now." He leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. "You need some rest. We can have each other tomorrow."

You sighed contentedly after the sweet kiss, your eyes fluttering with a sense of warmth. "Fine, tomorrow," you mumbled, snuggling into Dominik's side, your hand finding his, fingers entwining and almost falling asleep on his chest.

"Baby, as much as I want to cuddle with you, you need to change first." Dominik gently reminded you, trying to stifle a chuckle at your intoxicated state.

"Don't wanna get up." You giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest. "Too comfy with you, Dom.Y ou smell so good."

Dominik couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know, mi amor, but we can cuddle after you change. You'll still be comfy with me, I promise."

You didn't let him go, moving even closer to him. "Carry me, babe."

Dominik chuckled, finding your request absolutely adorable. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up gently and cradling you in his arms as he stood. "You're lucky you're so cute," he teased, making his way to the bathroom with you in his arms.

He helped you brush your teeth and get changed, and then carried you back to bed, wrapping you up in the cozy blankets. Dominik joined you, pulling you close, and you snuggled against his chest.

"You promised me snuggles, remember?" Dominik playfully reminded you, smiling as you nodded sleepily, your eyelids heavy as you nestled even closer to Dominik's warmth. "I didn't forget, Dom. You give the best snuggles."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I love you." Dominik smiled, holding you close. "I love you too, mi amor. Sweet dreams."

"You promise I can have you tomorrow?" You asked, your eyes half-closed, your voice soft and dreamy.

"I promise," Dominik replied, kissing your forehead as his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as you started to drift off to sleep. "You can have all of me tomorrow, every moment, cariño. Goodnight."

You smiled sleepily, feeling completely safe and loved in Dominik's arms. "Can't wait."

Dominik watched with a smile as you drifted off to sleep, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until his eyes grew heavy.

He pulled you even closer before he succumbed to sleep, finally relaxed and content, getting all the snuggles he wanted.

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Intentions are Everything | Chaos Universe OneShot for @fridayd13th

Summary: Wednesday and Enid (age 22) reconnect on a rainy night after routine and the season of life they are in keep them apart. WC: 4k exactly (welcome to layla's <5k challenge) Rated: T (I’m at work it would absolutely end best in sex but a Clifford the Big Red Dog stuffie is looking at me in my supply closet and I feel judged.)

Note: As I’m experimenting with some new writing rules for myself to set myself to different standards and expectations for future projects (not even fanfiction); I’m weaponizing my competence and refusing to use my available contract hours assisting others who do not have withitness and follow-through. When I’m at work and not with the children on a break per required of my union contract, I’m locking myself in my supply closet to write! I'm too efficient! Everything is done through April! However, it’s simply not the correct setting to be working on my multi-chapter work; I need at least two hours at a time for that. These one-shots have to be prompted by someone else (I can’t have stewing on the content), under 5K, and I’m not allowed to work on them at home. I'll probably upload these to AO3 once I have a few of them complete.

The prompt "Wenclair/Domestic/Chaos Universe/Rainy Day" was from @fridayd13th - thank you so much for everything you’ve done to support my writing over the last year, and all the other fanfic authors you have impacted by your sharing, comments, and kindness. Thank you! & a Black Menagerie update is in the editing phase and will be up tomorrow sometime!

It wasn’t supposed to rain.

And not just because she already had outdoor plans, but there hadn’t been a drop forecasted (Wednesday had been checking obsessively). If there was a way to light the sky on fire, she surely would have…only to have that flame extinguished, immediately – like her carefully structured night out.

That was dramatic. (Wasn’t she always? And to think, Enid was the one at the theater that evening.) With a silent pivot, Wednesday adjusted course without hesitating, not wanting to waste a moment, even if it included one of the heaviest sighs she’d ever released. She couldn’t be taken down by reanimated corpses of bigots, genocidal maniacs, werewolf councils, Hydes, or the weather.

Life had gotten between herself and her fiancée over the last few months, and as she managed to be surprised by a late April rain, it showed. Between her endless lectures, bookwork, and mock trials, Network meetings and Enid’s grueling six-day-a-week performance schedule that only had her off on Mondays (Wednesday’s latest day at law school, naturally), their time together that didn’t involve one of them working on something was rare and precious. After a heated argument the week before, ended by the redhead who lived in the basement unit of their townhouse, Wednesday had stormed off to New Jersey. A train ride and taxi to her family’s home had her barreling into her mother’s study wet (it had been raining then too), upset, and in the foulest of moods.

It had taken Morticia quite some time to put together the fractured pieces of information her daughter was revealing and advise the same thing that the other wise woman in her life already had; Enid and Wednesday just needed to spend meaningful time together. When all of their hours in one another’s space were domestic routines and transitional time trying to catch each other up on the latest without being part of it, they were bound to spat.

Enid had been more than a little bit upset that Wednesday’s solution to their problem was running away and had hotly asked for the night apart when Morticia said that she thought it would be more practical for Lurch to drop her off than deal with the train again. At the notion of spending the night alone in her parents’ house settled in, Wednesday had a meltdown the likes of which they hadn’t seen from her in years. Morticia had slept with her when she finally convinced her to at least lay down, likely in fear that she was going to slip into a meditation and wind up in the wrong side of the ether because of her twisted energy.

The next morning, she’d had a long and overdue chat about romance with both her parents. They spoke from the heart – it was mushy and disgusting. Their own experiences made her want to bury her head in the sand. Yet - Wednesday had desperately needed to hear it. She and Enid were a far cry from the two of them. Though she might’ve possessed some Gomez-like traits every now and again, Wednesday was her own, unique breed and would love her own way, too. But, to her chagrin, hearing their perspective did help – and it put her plan into motion.

Enid wasn’t home when Wednesday arrived – she had a matinee that afternoon and then an evening show as well. With all her focus, Wednesday tidied up their apartment not only in proper order, but also made sure she’d put Enid’s favorite sheets on the bed, started the incense she liked the best, and ordered all her prized snacks for the week when she had groceries delivered. After a long talk with the couple downstairs, about recovering from a blow-out (they were more than familiar with that topic), Wednesday also committed herself to certain actions for the week ahead.

Unfortunately – the experimental medication she was on, after the sleepless night before, forced her to fall asleep when she laid in bed, trying to write a formal apology to her fiancée – afraid of forgetting something if she just tried to speak it all. It would still be from the heart, but scripted so she made sure to make every point.

That was how Enid woke her up with sweet, gentle kisses when she’d gotten home from her show, close to eleven. She had a fresh release of tears, and Wednesday’s notebook in her hand, stroking her cheeks and promising – she was forgiven, and that she was also sorry, for how she’d responded and reacted to everything.

In her grogginess, Wednesday made a promise – that she was going to give Enid a real date; she was going to honor her with something special, not routine, not a drive-by conversation. She wanted to give her a night that Enid could treasure.

And so, with two hours until her show released that Friday, Wednesday cooked, baked, transformed the attic space and prepared the environment with all the heart and ambiance-creating ability she had.

Locating her umbrella and stepping into black Wellies, she took the pink ones by the door into her hands and a jacket when she realized the temperature dipped as well. With a black and white striped snake over her shoulders tucked into her collar to stay dry, she made the familiar trek out of their Upper West Side apartment to Midtown – a journey she used to take when she was committed to making it to Enid’s show at least once a week.

How quickly things changed when novelty wore off. She hadn’t been to the theater in at last four months, she realized – vowing to change that, too.

One metro ride and a few blocks walked in the rain later, she stood outside the theater door, grateful the rain would keep most of the obsessive, obnoxious out-of-towners from lining up for autographs. Her snake poked his head out curiously when the door opened a few times, hoping for Enid, but it was always orchestra first, Wednesday reminded Augustus softly.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. Only three other cast members groaned at the rain before heading out themselves before Enid let out a full whine upon opening the door, then a completely delighted gasp. “Wednesday! Ohemgee, you did not have to come all the way here!”

“I didn’t want you caught in this beautiful weather without proper gear,” She said, passing Enid’s rainboots to her. She let out an excited squeak of appreciation, dipping back in and swapping her shoes, then accepting the rain jacket before positioning herself under Wednesday’s umbrella, wrapping an arm around her waist. Holding the handle and depositing a kiss to her lips, ignoring how she still had on her stage makeup and dreadful, bright red lipstick that probably transferred, Wednesday clarified, “There is an obvious change in plans from our rooftop dining experience in Brooklyn. But our evening is not ruined, simply altered.”

“Awe, well – that’s so sweet. I didn’t even know it had started to rain! I’m glad I don’t have to be super bummed out, either. Thanks for taking care of everything! Hey – how was the exam?”

“Grueling. Torture. It took me every available moment to finish. Naturally, I scored a hundred four,” Wednesday said with a little smirk as the sky emptied itself onto the city, hard raindrops rattling the waterproof covering above them as they moved to the subway station. “And the show?”

“The usual,” Enid shrugged. “Friday night crowds are notoriously off – though this one wasn’t so bad. I don’t know. It’s been almost seven months now – there’s rumblings about auditions the Crazy for You revival moving to the US, I’d for sure be auditioning for that – this role has me feeling a little...locked in. I’m not, like, over it – but I’d be up for something different.”

“Insert here a cheesy line about being crazy for you in any show you’re billed in. I also recognized on my way here – I haven’t come out to watch in so long. I’m genuinely sorry for the pacing of our time together and the inadequacies I’ve brought, Enid.”

“Oh, you do not need to apologize for that, Wednesday! This is my job, as much as it’s art. It’s not like I’m going to catch you in the courtroom on any kind of regular basis – that’d probably be sups inappropriate. Well – we know in the future that I’ll see you in the Supreme Court – but that’s like, you coming to opening night of me as a leading lady. It’s different. I don’t expect my partner at a weekly curtain call.”

“Still,” She said as they waited on the platform after taking the slippery stairs down, keeping her umbrella folded low to drip onto the already sopping tile, “I do like watching you perform. Even if this isn’t my favorite show – I’d like to see you soon. I’ll leave father and Em behind, though.”

Enid giggled. “I don’t mind their…enthusiastic reception to my stage presence,” Enid found careful words as the train arrived – packed, of course, for a Friday night on the 1 in Midtown. Finding a place to stand where they wouldn’t be absorbing too much liquid from others who’d been caught in the rainstorm unprepared, they took the short ride back uptown, making it home just as another couple was about to enter their shared foyer.

Emiliana and Josie were soaked to the bone, obviously caught in the storm, and in Emiliana’s case – thrilled about it. Josie looked a little less than enthusiastic and both Wednesday and Enid backed away when her wife tried to embrace them. “It’s their date night, too – leave them alone,” Josie warned, tugging her back by the shoulders with a sigh.

“Well, I do not think they are going to be dining on roofs, bien-aimée!” Emiliana argued, about to go in again when Josie popped the lock on the lower-level unit with a groan, wishing the girls a good night – whatever they ended up doing, before ushering Emiliana downstairs while she spoke rapidly in French about which movie she wanted to watch and why would she need a shower, she was already wet?

Unable to hide her smirk, Wednesday took off her boots, setting them on a rug while Enid popped the umbrella open to dry off (chancing her luck) and shrugged out of her coat, hanging both damp garments on a hook before locking the main door, then opening their own when they entered the kitchen.

Enid’s enhanced smell must’ve picked up right away what Wednesday had baked for her. She looked at her with a little gasp, a near twinkle in her eye. “You didn’t? You did! Oh, Wednesday!”

“Snickerdoodles are upstairs already,” She said quietly – hating the way that ridiculous word rolled off her tongue; but if they were Enid’s favorite, easy-to-prepare desert – of course. “As is everything else that I could prepare in advance, there are a few things I need to finish now. Everything you need for your favorite bath is out and ready for you.”

“Awe, not possible,” Enid said with a little pout. Wednesday crossed her arms, suspicious about that – Enid’s preferences had hardly changed since she was seventeen and they first started their innocent soaks together. “You won’t be in it!”

Almost snorting, she rolled her eyes and kissed Enid’s cheek. “I cannot be two places at once. Yet. I’m still working on that spell. Go on – I’ll meet you upstairs in thirty minutes.”

“Alright. Thank you, Wednesday.” She returned the sweet little kiss before shaking her head and planting a long one on her lips, despite the lipstick. Wednesday refused to cringe, merely returned it before Enid pulled away with a laugh, wiping the red off her with her thumb. “I frickin’ love you.” With that she winked and headed up the stairs of the narrow unit.

Putting the rest of her plan into motion, Wednesday poured her attention into finishing the meal that she’d started, heading up to the attic to light the candles with a wave of her hand to complete the ambiance she’d started to set up.

Bringing up the last of the food on a butler’s tray she’d stolen from home ages before, Wednesday glanced at the time, hearing the sound of a drain circling. Taking her place up near the small, circular window that was pattered in rain. She lifted the bow of her cello, starting to play a melody of their favorite songs.

Enid took a familiar place on the bench in front of the window, watching Wednesday with a look of love she could see out of the corner of her eye. Her snake traveled from Wednesday’s neck to Enid’s pink, loungewear covered shoulders, licking her cheek, making her smile.

Finally finishing, she stood up, taking Enid’s hands, kissing her fingers before tucking her at the low table of the attic in front of the futon. Plating her a favorite rare beef dish, Wednesday started the small record player on an entertainment unit before taking a seat beside her.

They ate with comfortable conversation flowing – Enid brought up the show she was interested in again, Wednesday asked her to describe the plot – and stared at her with hearts in her eyes as she animatedly detailed the storyline and the roles she’d want to play within it. As she stacked the dirty dishes, moving the tray to the stairs, Wednesday put the cookies on the table, then flushed a little as she began to remove materials out of a basket. Giving a shrug, she hoped that she was matching the energy the moment called for as she explained, “We were going to go to that gallery…but – I…maybe you want to make something to add to ours up here?”

She gestured to the various crafts that Enid had hung up above the futon – a few embroidery pieces she’d experimented with, paintings, collages…

Enid nodded brightly. “I’d love to make something with you.”

The next forty minutes were spent painting on a canvas, the two working together to come up with an inspired design – an interpretation of their snake in the springtime – Augustus looking at it and offering his feedback, requesting more pale pink cherry blossom petals all around him.

As they finished, Wednesday took the dirty brushes and palette along with the dishes, hurrying them down to the sink before returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Enid had moved to the cushions, her expression of dopy desire a bit contagious as Wednesday poured her a glass and took a seat. She indicated her own intentions by sitting as close to fiancée as possible, a stacking her legs on top of Enid’s thighs as she twisted into the corner of the couch – just a touch obnoxiously. Enid giggled before taking a sip, drawing an arm just above her knees. She pressed a kiss to Wednesday’s lips, letting out a sigh. “You probably feel like the need to reconcile was largely on you, given how you ran…but it wasn’t, Wednesday. I’ve been just as distracted, and every bit as much to blame for us not spending the time we need together, too.”

Augustus appeared from her collar again and Wednesday smiled at the snake with the gentle sort of parent-like love she’d had for him since the start. “Hey, buddy…do you think you could take yourself to your enclosure for a little while? There’ll be a pinky for you in the morning.”

He let out a small hiss and twisted down her arm, leaving the two in full privacy. Wednesday had another long drink of wine and made a hopeful suggestion. “I have two more exams next week, but then the summer term doesn’t begin until mid-May. Is there any time over the next few weeks that you’d be able to get away from the show for a few days?”

Enid laughed. “I haven’t used an understudy yet! Our swings would be thrilled – I’m sure I could take some time, for us.”

The way she said it made Wednesday chug the rest of the wine in her glass before taking Enid’s from her, sweetly, and placing both on the table. She adjusted her position, sitting fully on her lap. Enid’s arms fell around her waist, pulling her close for a kiss. Wednesday sighed into it, lazily dropping her arms around her shoulders, drawing herself closer, chests touching – even if they were just in comfortable sweatshirts – she loved the feeling. Enid let out a little sound of contentment as her tongue dipped into her mouth, pushing them even closer.

Enid pulled away with a sudden gasp – their teeth almost colliding as a bolt of lightning and crackle of thunder turned the nighttime rain shower into a thunderstorm. She giggled and groaned, sighing into Wednesday’s shoulder as Wednesday felt her heartrate skyrocket and decrease. Tangling her fingers into Enid’s hair, Wednesday just held her close, there, resting her head just on top of hers. “I love you,” She muttered quietly. “I’m really glad we spent tonight together, not just in routine, even if it wasn’t what we planned.”

“Me too,” Enid squeezed her middle, looking up with a sweet gaze. “I love you. I can’t believe how we let time get away from us. Hey – let me send a quick text to let my manager know I’m going to be out of the show – then I’m getting my laptop and my planner – we are so booking a trip for after your exams!”

Letting her go – even if she might’ve rather extended that time together physically, Wednesday figured she could get her fiancée all worked up and excited about time off together and then spend the time together in bed. Enid returned just moments later, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she gave herself a week off without asking – but expecting. Loving that for her self-confidence, Wednesday stretched out on the futon while she started to ramble excitedly, opening a glittery pink date book, actually blathering about what to fill in it. Her excited ramble went on for almost two straight minutes before she paused, mid-sentence, blushing as she glanced back at Wednesday. As she opened her mouth, Wednesday reminded her, “If you dare apologize for looking forward to spending time together…” She snapped her lips together and Wednesday smirked, putting her chin on Enid’s shoulder as she leaned over her. “There’s a full moon next week, too. We could maybe go somewhere that has a forest nearby if you’d like to wolf out. It’s been months, Enid. The Solstice was the last time…it just happened to be on a Monday, otherwise you probably would’ve taken your potion then, too.”

“You really want to spend time off chasing me through the trees?” Enid asked skeptically.

Dropping into a sit beside her, Wednesday took her hand into her own, letting her thumb rub a circle over the ring on her left. “I want to spend my time off with you. That’s all, Enid. I don’t care, particularly, what we do. I would like you to make sure you’re not disconnecting with the wolf part of you…we know the consequences of that. But if you don’t think you need to wolf out to stay connected, that’s fine, too.”

“Hm,” Enid laced the fingers that were playing with hers between them and kissed Wednesday’s cheek. “You know – we could really disconnect from the world, and only connect to each other – which always helps. Go to the Zypher property, be surrounded by mountains? We haven’t been in…what, two and a half years now?”

Liking the sound of that, Wednesday nuzzled her neck, also liking that it wouldn’t involve her traveling by plane, but the thought of being without running water and electricity for an entire week wasn’t quite what she wanted to deal with. Who would’ve thought – Wednesday Addams, a woman of the modern world?

“Or – we go to the Addams house in Jericho? We’d be able to bathe far more conveniently – but still have the woods.”

Enid chuckled into her lips with a kiss. “Fair, fair,” She spoke, pulling back. “Promise me you won’t get tangled up in a Network conspiracy while we’re there?”

With a single nod, Wednesday leaned in for another kiss. “I won’t even tell them we’re in town.”

“Well, that’s not nice. Aunt Larissa would ream you if we bumped into her at the store picking up stuff for dinner and hadn’t told her we were coming.”

“Grocery delivery,” Wednesday refuted. Enid shot her a look. “We can have one dinner with them. One. I’m very serious. This is going to be our time, Enid. We…we need it. It’s going to be a long summer – I’m so close to done, and the last two semesters are going to be grueling. Remember, I will be hospitalized at some point because I’m going to be so in over my head and taking horrible care of myself and refusing to let you do it for me,” She sighed – wishing she’d never had that vision, years ago. “But until then – we have this time together. I want it to be meaningful – just us.” Thunder made the entire place rumble and Enid nodded, then let out a little sound of sympathy as a slithering snake hurried himself up the steps and into Wednesday’s lap, trembling. “It’s okay, buddy,” She whispered, kissing his cheek as she held him close, letting him circle back around her neck. “Well, just us and the boy.”

Enid acknowledged what she’d said before, “Meaningful. It sucks to think that a lot of the time we do have together isn’t meaningful – and I guess I didn’t really understand that until this all blew up,” She sighed. “It’s hard to think that just because you spend every night sleeping next to the love of your life, it can get routine, so fast. I hate that. I don’t want that for us.” She thumbed her planner. “Do you think – we could pen in some more date nights? This was really nice. Not just dinner because we both happen to be home…which; has been rare for us – but intentional dates. I think we need to make sure we have at least one a month? Once a week would be better – but until you’re finished with school, I think we should be a little more realistic -”

Wednesday tilted her head in a bit of good news. “Actually, we can. Every Monday. My evening course was moved to Tuesdays and Thursdays for the summer class.”

Letting out a little gasp, Enid tossed her arms around her fiancée. “That’s amazing! OhEmGee, this is perfect! Hey – how about we put our first Monday after vacation at that Brooklynn rooftop and gallery, hm? I mean, truthfully – I think I preferred this, just us doing our own thing up here -”

“Then, let’s plan to do our own thing up here,” Wednesday argued gently. “Why go out and force ourselves to do something that neither of us really want to do? Just because it’s what is expected of a couple on a date? You know I would always rather be in with you. We can make it special, so long as we intend to.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Of course. I’ve long ago learned, intentions are everything, didn’t I? I suppose I just never applied it to our long-term romance.”

Enid kissed each cheek, then the tip of her nose. “I do believe I have some intentions for how I’d like to close out this night.”

Wednesday dropped her hands to her hips. “Hm. Funny, so did I. What if our intentions don’t align?”

She gave a playful growl, then nipped her lip playfully, making Wednesday close her eyes and give a little groan. “Yeah,” Enid pulled away, “I’m pretty sure – we both want the same thing. Come on. GusGus, bedtime, buddy. This date night continues for another hour!”

“Oh, that’s all?” Wednesday teased, earning a playful push as she smirked, fully intending on making meaning out of every moment of the rest of their night together.

#fanfic #wednesday 2022 #wenclair #chaos for the fly #I'm not going to make Tracey beta these she's already working so hard so forgive my mistakes #prompt fic #this was fun #layla's >5k challenge #CftF One-Shots

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mysterystarz · 1 month

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the world is yours, if you ask

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x g!n reader

genre: slightly angsty but has nothing to do with iwa (he helps), fluffy moments, comfort, reader realizes that perhaps the one was right in front of them the entire time

disclaimers: reader has a bf for plot, there is no cheating!! reader is going to split up with this bf dw

a/n: remember you always deserve love!

reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

if iwaizumi hajime said that he wasn’t used to emotional responses from the people closest to him, he’d be the biggest liar of all time.

knowing oikawa for as long as he had, he’d almost come to expect the cycle of responses based off their games, their grades, or even minor inconveniences. his friend was strong, sure, but he knew what to expect from the childish setter.

but you. he didn’t know what to expect when you, the strongest person he knew, appeared at his doorstep.

behind you, the darkening hues of evening brought out the shadows in your face, and he could see the weight of the sadness you held on your shoulders.

“iwa….hajime,” you tried, shakily smiling when he finally met your gaze.

he was going to kill whoever did this.

“come inside,” he said immediately, escorting you by your shoulder to the inside of the foyer. he pulled up a chair for you to sit, his eyes never leaving your form.

“thanks for taking me on such short notice,” you said, settling into the chair, “i….didn’t know where else to go.”

he inched closer, green eyes filled with a concern so deep, you were momentarily speechless.

“what happened?”

your breathing stilled for a moment as you recounted the events that had led you to where you sat now.

“my boyfriend…..wasn’t very nice to me.” you started, “i mean, it’s not his fault. i wasn’t really cooperating with him. he wanted me to hang out with him, but i had a test and really needed to study. he hasn’t said more than a few words to me since.”

iwaizumi clenched his fists. when oikawa had first told him the news of your relationship, he’d extended a congratulations.

that period of felicitation was short lived however. your boyfriend was a dick — plain and simple —and iwaizumi couldn’t think of anyone who deserved you less.

“what do you mean it’s not his fault?” iwaizumi chose to say, hiding his frustration at your tolerance for mistreatment. you tolerated far too much.

“well, we’d had a deal,” you began, “once we got through last week’s exams, we were supposed to take this week chill together. he’d been so nice about it too, but as soon as i changed my mind and wanted to do well….he just….shut me out. i called him you know…and he barely said anything.”

“and?” he asked expectantly. he knew you. he knew you wouldn’t accept that forever.

“i begged to communicate.” your voice broke a bit at the end, and iwaizumi would’ve enveloped you in a hug hadn’t it been for the topic. “i said we needed to communicate so we could see how to make this work for the both of us. he said he’d said everything. i begged him to talk but….well i just hung up and he never called back.”

you fell silent, the weight of it heavier than anything you could’ve endured. your phone sat limply in your pocket, with no signs of anything.

he wasn’t going to call tonight. that was certain.

iwaizumi sighed, meeting your eyes. “you don’t have to take this you know?”

you looked back at him in surprise. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he said, reaching his hand to set gently on top of your own, “you don’t need to keep staying with someone who treats you like this. i know how much you’ve taken from him, but the least he could’ve done is call back.”

“i’m hopeful,” you admitted, watching iwaizumi’s eyes shift into something more determined.

it took you a moment to realize, but sitting there, iwaizumi’s hand on top of your own, you were calmer than you’d been in months.

“if he cared to talk this out, he would’ve called. it doesn’t take long to even shoot a text. what he’s doing is holding you to his standards and belittling you for making your own decisions.”

iwaizumi paused for a moment, as if in deep thought. “and someone like you doesn’t deserve that. someone as brilliant as you deserves someone who uplifts and cherishes your efforts.”

“you think i’m brilliant?” you blurted out, immediately embarrassed when the ace grinned blindingly at you.

“yeah,” he laughed, a slight tinge of pink making its way onto his ears. “the world is yours if you ask for it, y/n.”

you sat there stunned for a moment, the weight of the words shifting your entire view. you’d never realized before how loyal iwaizumi was to you.

he had always had your best interests in mind. whether it be escorting you home on days your boyfriend didn’t care to, or even sacrificing his sleep schedule just to ensure you were feeling alright if you couldn’t sleep at night.

he was devoted in all the ways your boyfriend could never even dream of being.

perhaps, you were looking in the wrong place all along.

perhaps, your perfect fit was right in front of you.

“thank you hajime.” you whispered, leaning in to hug him. he held you tight to his chest, never once wavering as you clung to him like a lifeline. “i think i’m going to call things off.”

iwaizumi rubbed circles onto your back. “no matter what happens, i’ll be here.”

#nova scribbles <3 #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi drabble #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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shot through the heart |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: eddie and you make a bet playing darts one night at the hideout. loser gives the other head.

contains: sexual themes 18+ MINORS DNI. oral male rec, a little fem rec at the end. overall filth.

Eddie sat at the bar, still in black but not in his usual work attire. Joey had agreed to let Corroded Coffin play tonight, a Thursday night slot, but the crowd was bigger than the usual Tuesday. Drunk teenagers with their fakes screaming and dancing over pitchers of beer, to drunk middle aged couples dancing on the sticky dance floor- Eddie wasn't quite sure why they were two stepping to his metal music, but he was fine with it. At least they were engaged and having fun, no pity claps or eye rolls like the Tuesday crowd gave him.

And the best part? There behind the wooden half circle bar, slinging beers, peanuts, collecting tips and taking orders, stood you. In your hair pulled back to he could see your pretty face. He could see you blush when he pointed at you, singing a vulgar, suggestive lyric into the mic. He'd be lying if he said his song writing skills hadn't gotten better since being with you, you were the main inspiration for the crowd favorite original song 'Super Soaker'.

Joey had given them the stage until midnight, when all the shows ended and the bar started to settle until last call. Eddie finished twenty minutes after, an encore from the middle aged woman who kept shoveling tips in jar and screaming out more requests. How could Eddie deny her?

He packed his things in the van, joining his band mates at the bar, where you had pulled up high chairs to the end, just for them. "VIP section, right this way, rockstar." You purred, a dazzling smile that had Eddie weak at his knees, when you pointed to the end.

You brought them rounds of beers and celebratory shots, talent was always on the house. "You guys did so good!" You cheered, setting down the shots of Jameson in front of them.

"Thanks, baby," Eddie grinned. "Couldn't have done it without my main muse." He winked, the guys snickering around him.

You rolled your eyes despite the blush that heated your cheeks. "Well, let me know if I can get you anything, ok? I'll make sure my service is up to your superstar standards." You quipped, brow raising teasingly,

Eddie's eyes trailed on the sway of your hips, dick jumping at the thought. He felt electrified, buzzing and jittery with post show adrenaline. The last time he'd played, he'd told you to go on your break, fucking you outside on the back wall, leaving you to go back to work on shaky legs, panties filled with his release for the rest of your shift.

The boys recounted their night, desperate girls crowding them, eyes wide and sugary sweet compliments that had Jeff nervous laughing, flustered and melting at the attention.

Not Eddie, he was too busy watching you, thinking about all the ways he'd have you when you got off. "For song inspiration, of course, baby." He'd always say, like he had to convince you anyways. You'd do anything he wanted.

The bar died down before last call around two, everyone drunk and tired, fumbling out to hook up or pass out. Eddie looked over, Gareth and Jeff had moved into the corner booth with two girls, desperately trying to woo them. Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, pressing the bottle to his lips.

You wiped down the bar, smiling and thanking a leaving customer with your perfect, polite tone. No wonder the Hideout thought you were their golden girl, you were. You were Eddie's too, the closest he'd get to a garden of Eden he was sure.

"Can I get you anything else, rockstar?" You grinned, elbows pressing against the bar, leaning across the sticky wood towards him. His eyes trailed down to your low cut Hideout shirt, a t-shirt you'd cut to make sexier- better for tips.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. "Hey, Ellen," He called to the manager behind the bar, picking up receipts. "Can I borrow this one for a sec?"

Ellen shrugged, looking at Valerie, the other bartender. Valerie smiled at you, waving her hand. "I got it," She reassured, motioning to the two stragglers at the bar, hunched over their booze and dazing off.

You thanked her, pushing through the low side door of the bar. "Just call for me if you need anything, Val." You said, looking at Eddie expectantly. "How can I be of service?" You asked playfully, low, batting your eyes up at him.

Eddie's cock lurched, tight and uncomfortable against his ripped jeans. He smirked, tongue rolling over the inside of his cheek.

Eddie nodded over to the dart board. "You played before?" He asked, but he knew the answer.

Of course you'd played before, you and him rotated from the pool tables to the dart boards on slow nights when it was just the two of you.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. "No, never," You said sarcastically, bumping your hip to his. "Will you show me?" You flirted.

Eddie grit his teeth, salacious grin looking down at you. "C'mon," He slipped his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, smirking at your squeal. "Let's play a few rounds."

The two of you took turns throwing the arrows towards the worn and battered bullseye. You extended your arm, lining it up down the top fin, just like Eddie taught you. His chest swelled with pride when he watched you, nose scrunched in concentration, one eye shut before sending it sailing, flying towards the center.

Eddie clapped, smiling at you. "Good throw," He said, picking up his own darts. He was red, you were green; always.

"Wanna make this more interesting?" Eddie asked, looking around carefully, his voice dropping as he lined up his own shot.

You smirked, leaning against the table with already stacked chairs. "Yeah?"

"Let's make a little wager, how's that sound?" Eddie asked smugly, sending his own dart sailing and sticking against the black outer ring of the bullseye. "You up for a little challenge?"

You scoffed, air blowing out your nose with a shake of your head. "What're you thinking? Gonna bet all my tips or something?" You teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Like I would ever." He muttered, sending another dart sailing, then eyes locking with you. "Just a little bet to make things interesting, hm?"

You lifted a brow, waiting for his proposition. Eddie took a step closer to you, crowding you. "Three rounds. Loser gives the other head." His eyes were dark, shining in a way that had a cold tingle spilling up your spine, thighs clenching.

Your lips twisted, biting back a grin, but you knew he saw it anyways. "Hm, I guess I could afford to bet that much." You matched his playful banter. You picked up your green darts, the tips brown and rusted. "You first?"

Eddie shook his head, bowing dramatically in front of the worn and faded black duct tape 'x' on the ground. "Never. Ladies first."

You stepped on the mark, right foot forward, shifting your weight from your back leg to your front as you lined up your shot, sending it flying, landing on the cushiony material of the target on the second ring, the black slice under the 'twelve'.

You grinned smugly, spinning and stepping out of the way to record your score on the napkin while Eddie lined up his own. Round after round went by, you won the first one with ease- Eddie blamed the shots you'd given him. Eddie won the second by just a few points, grinning smugly.

Ellen and Valerie had gathered by you two, leaning over the rail and watching you intently play. The bar had cleared out before last call, just the sound of the buzzing equipment and the soft playing of the jukebox.

"Oh!" Valerie and Ellen cheered when you landed on the outer ring of the bullseye, dangerously close to the center.

"Wow, not looking good Munson." Ellen joked with a grin. "Hope you didn't wager anything too big."

Eddie's eyes flashed to your knowingly, your skin blistering under his gaze. "Nah, nothing too bad." He smirked, lining up his own shot, heavy boots on the mark.

You drooled as his shirt rode up, showing his inked tummy, hips, the outline of his boxers. He'd discarded his leather jacket, torn and covered in badges, earlier into the game. He knew you liked watching his muscles flex, veins protruding in his forearms under the sketched skin

His tongue poked out in concentration, looking down the slope of his nose before the dart went sailing, landing on the board with a solid 'thud!' and sinking into the worn foam. Eddie turned, smug smile on his face that he was trying to hide, twisting his lips to the side, but you saw how his eyes lit up. Your eyes flickering from his back to the board, red marked dart right in the middle; bullseye.

"Motherfucker..." You muttered, hands on your hips as Valerie and Ellen howled in laughter, clapping and cheering.

"Oh! That was too good!" Valerie cackled. "Time to pay up, girl. Hope it wasn't all your tips from tonight." She winked at Eddie.

You pouted playfully, exaggeratedly to Eddie. "I don't know how but you cheated." You pointed a finger at him.

Eddie laughed. "How?" He shook his head, curly tendrils bouncing with the movement. "Don't be a sore-loser, baby. You lost." He grabbed your waist, making you whine and squirm against his fingers, desperate to hide your smile and keep up your pouty facade.

"Don't you know you're supposed to let the pretty girls beat you, Munson?" Ellen shook her head playfully.

Eddie scoffed. "Where's the fun in that?" He grinned, smacking a kiss to the side of your head. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't count my winnings here. We can settle up back at home." He winked at you, leaving you throbbing and dizzy with what's to come.

Eddie stayed to walk the three of you out, opening the door to his van, smacking your ass playfully when you passed him to climb in. Eddie ducked in, kissing you hard, sloppy and needy. You could taste the whiskey on his breath still.

Eddie started the van, hand on your headrest when he pulled out, snaking his hand down to squeeze your cheeks together. "You ready to pay up when we get home?" Eddie smirked.

You blushed, turning your head to hide how flustered he made you, but he didn't miss the way your thighs squeezed shut at his words. "I still think you cheated." You jested, eyes rolling over to him.

Eddie scoffed, hand on your thigh, running his hand up the soft denim of your jeans, pinky trailing dangerously close to your core, leaving you shivering. "Psh, I won fair and square, sweetheart." He looked at you knowingly.

Twenty minutes later you were on your knees at Eddie's trailer, scratchy, green carpet rubbing uncomfortably against your knees. Eddie stripped you the second you walked in, clothes scattered and thrown in all directions, until you were naked, bare in front of him.

He sat on the couch, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, thick thighs spread with his cock angry and flushed against his belly, tip leaking and smearing onto his happy trail.

"Pay up, baby." Eddie grinned, taking a rather long exhale, embers crackling and falling from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours, stroking himself lazily.

He reached out for your hand, spitting a fat glob onto your palm, before leaning back, nodding towards his throbbing cock. You pumped him slow at first, squeezing his shaft with just the right amount of pressure, spreading his spit all over his cock. Thumb spreading and rubbing small circles over his head, gathering the leaking release to spread down his cock with every flick of your wrist.

Eddie watched you through heavy, half lidded eyes, flicking his ash into the tray, free hand reaching to wrap around your ponytail, falling and messy from your shift. You looked at him when you shimmied forward, eyes locking with him while you licked a strip on the underside of his cock, swirling your little tongue around his head.

Eddie swallowed hard, trapped moan in his throat, clenching his thighs and hips to keep from bucking at the sensation, especially when you cupped his sac, squeezing it just right, his cock throbbing and lurching when you swallowed him.

Your eyes stayed on him, trained to his face- just like he taught you. How he liked it. Eddie wanted to kiss you, cover you in sweet kisses and praises, and he would've if you weren't making him feel so good. He would later, when he worked you open with his tongue until you cried, pathetic and whiny at his mercy.

"Fuck, baby, yes, just like that," Eddie rasped, bumming the cigarette into the tray. His free hand cupped your hollowed cheek, eyes lust blown and meeting yours. "Good girl. Such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

You moaned at his praise, vibrations sending electricity through his cock straight to his tummy where the pleasure had been building. Eddie sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, jaw gritting to keep from thrusting into the back of your throat.

"Go a little further. Yeah, sit up just a little higher, and- oh!" Eddie groaned, loud and head falling back. The kind of moans that you only heard in the X-rated films he'd rent and the two of you would watch together. Exaggerated, deep, and encouraging, leaving you blushing and determined. You wanted to hear that again, and again, and again for the rest of your life; make him feel good for the rest of your life.

You could feel your slick spreading between your thighs, achy and desperate for relief, to be touched. You clenched, shifting the heel of your foot as best as you could towards your throbbing center, rubbing and rocking on it for some relief.

Normally, Eddie would reprimand you for such a thing, but he was too wrapped up in the way your mouth felt around him. Your free hand squeezing and flicking your wrist up his shaft, tongue swirling and giving kitten licks to his head, other hand squeezing his balls.

You rocked lightly, eye lids fluttering when your heel brushed against your clit, Eddie's hand wrapping around your ponytail while you bobbed up and down, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth and leaving strings attached to his cock.

You could feel his abs clench, finger tightening around your hair, scalp tingling and burning with the pull. You felt his balls tighten, pulling up, cock twitching in your mouth. You looked back up at him, eyes round, awaiting his instructions.

Eddie's eyes were fluttered close, head tilted back, hips raising while his broken, breathy moans filled the room. Your jaw ached but you continued to suck him, squeezing his shaft harder and suckling against the head until hot spurts fell onto your tongue, gathering and filling with every shuddering breath he took.

Eddie's chest heaved, looking down at you through glazed eyes, shadowed by his thick, dark lashes. "Fuck, baby, s'good. Was s'good." He rasped, hands tightening out of your hair, feather light touch traveling down to your jaw, tilting your chin up to him.

"You didn't swallow did you?" You shook your head obediently, and Eddie beamed. "Good girl. Open up, show me."

You opened slowly, filling his thick, creamy release slide back your throat, lifting your tongue to stop it. Eddie grinned, mouth full of him, slobbering and dribbling down your chin. He nodded. "Swallow. Good girl. Very good." He purred, watching your gulp him down before his lips were on yours.

You shifted up into his kiss, hands on his hair thigh, pressed do closely to him as you could, dizzy with his praises and the way his mouth was exploring yours. He could tase himself, salty and bitter on your tongue. It made his limp cock lurch, hot pleasure still pulsating in his lower belly.

Eddie pulled you up gently by the back of your neck, his lips still on yours, hands on your waist, walking you in a clumsy sort of waltz back to his room. You fell on the bed with a small sigh, Eddie's hands strong and gripping your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

He kept his eyes on yours, pushing his hair behind his ear before kneeling down onto the mattress, your knees by his ears over his shoulders, body raised off the bed steadied by his hands that gripped your hips and held you in place.

Eddie was salivating, licking his lips as he looked at your puffy lips, glistening and already coating the inside of your thighs with your arousal. Eddie placed a kiss to your mound, right above your clit. You shimmied your hips closer, whining and mewling for more, uncomfortable with the angle he had you in, but you wouldn't dare complain. Not when he was about to use his tongue on you.

"I think it's only fair that I show good sportsmanship, don't you?" Eddie teased wickedly, his breath tickling your sopping folds, sending shivers down your spine.

"Your turn, baby." He grinned salaciously, eyes narrowed and dark on you before his tongue was working you open, sucking and licking you until you were screaming, crying, and begging for more.

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soulessjourney · 2 months

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Girl With One Eye

Paring: AscendedAstarion x fem!TavReader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You were the one who got away, and he's the one who never stopped looking for you. After the fall of the Elderbrain, you vowed to escape Astarion and the person he had become. Now, you reside in seclusion with Halsin and Jaheira, who have spared no effort to help you heal from your pain. Little did you know that when Gale seeks you out for an important mission, returning to Baldur’s Gate would ignite a fire of vengeance within you, aimed at the one who hurt you the most.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Ascended Astarion (he's his own warning), sexual references, angst, hurt and comfort, depression, mentions of suicide, mentions of children, death (no major character death tho....maybe)

A/N: There's something about my Tav that is simply beautiful, and I doubt I'll ever pinpoint what exactly it is. Additionally, I'm excited to announce that I'll be starting to post my fics on AO3! Once I have everything set up on that end, feel free to follow the progress over there too! I'm also contemplating whether to give Tav a name or not. For now, I'll stick with the standard "Tav," but that might change in future chapters.

You weren't sure what you had done wrong that day. Astarion had seemed torn between ascending, but after sharing a quiet evening together before deciding to raid the manor, something inside him had changed. "Astarion, stop. You don’t need to do this. You’ll kill all those spawn," you whimpered, stepping closer to him. Astarion spun towards you, his eyes darkening as his thirst for power began to consume him.

"They're all doomed anyway, Tav. There's no saving them. Unleashing seven thousand bloodthirsty spawn into the world is foolish. This is the best method to protect us, to protect you," he said, desperation evident in his voice, but there was also hesitation behind his eyes. He didn't want this.

"As doomed as they may be, Star, we can't kill them. You're not a killer." Stepping towards him, you stopped when his eyes darkened and his body tensed. Letting out a grunt, you threw your body forward, the metal armor pinching your skin from the position as Astarion began to probe around in your head.

"You are not taking this from me, Tav. I won't let you. I'm trying to give us a future together. I'll be able to walk in the sun with you, and you want to take that opportunity away from us and exile us to a life in the shadows?" he spat, smirking when he found what he was looking for in your head. "I won't let you take that away from me, Darling. You are either with me or against me." With that, he ripped Cazador's shirt from his body and brought the tip of the knife to his skin, smirking as it sank into his flesh. Astarion began to carve the runes into Cazador, your sobs filling the room as you tried to kick him from your mind.

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You wake, your body throwing itself forward as a sob tears through your throat. It feels as if you can't breathe, as though someone has their hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Leaning forward, you open and close your mouth in an attempt to force air into your lungs. The door to your room swings open, and Jaheira appears in the doorway, her shadow stretching across the floor where the light sits. Halsin quickly follows, sliding between her and the doorframe. He settles himself on the edge of the bed, gently placing his hands over your shoulders.

"My heart, you need to steady your breaths. Remember our breathing routine. In through your nose slowly, and then exhale," Halsin says, grabbing your hand so you can feel the movement of his chest as he begins to breathe, eventually helping you fall into the routine.

"I hope you die screaming."

Opening and closing your mouth, you wipe at your eyes, urging the tears to stop. Licking your lips, you hiccup, letting your gaze meet Halsin's before eventually glancing at Jaheira.

"I'm sorry for waking you both. I know you were prepping for an appearance with Lae'zel tomorrow." A chill shoots through you as your skin begins to cool.

Jaheira smiles gently at you and makes her way to you. "Little cub, there is no reason for you to apologize. I've noticed the nightmares have grown to happen more frequently now that..." Now that you're hitting the one-year mark of running away from Astarion.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you nod, leaning into Halsin slightly. "I know, and they're only going to get worse. It's been a year since I last saw him, Jaheira, and he still manages to torment me from wherever he is." Halsin and Jaheira weren't even exactly sure what transpired between you and Astarion; all they knew is that you ended up in The Grove, begging that they hide you away from him. You were soaked from the rain, and your feet were raw from running. Halsin had been worried you were attacked, but you weren't. Well, not exactly. You never had it in you to tell them just what Astarion did, and that you ran fearing he would find you.

The two glance at you before positioning you between them. While Jaheria assumed a more maternal role in your life, Halsin was someone you admired and trusted. They both enveloped you in blankets as Jaheria softly caressed your back, humming a gentle tune. Closing your eyes, you surrendered to sleep, this time, the nightmares stayed away.

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You adjust your position on your knees, feeling the dirt seep into your pants as you continue to work the soil. Halsin had convinced you to join him in the garden to harvest tomatoes and plant flowers. It was a welcomed distraction from the events of last night. Wiping your arm across your forehead, you could sense the dirt leaving its mark on your skin. Your hair was tied back in a loose bun, with strands framing your face. As you move slightly, a flash of purple catches your eye, and you look up to see Gale making his way towards the cabin. Standing up, you greet him with a warm smile.

“Gale! It’s wonderful to see you. What brings you all the way here from Waterdeep?” you ask as he nears.

“Well, you know, adventures and... more adventures,” he replies, his grin widening as he takes in your appearance. The last time you saw him, you were curled up in your room, refusing to eat. Halsin had reached out to Gale in hopes of helping you. After weeks of his company, you had finally started eating regularly again, though you remained closed off about what had happened between you and Astarion.

You turn back towards the house before facing Gale again. "They should be inside. Would you like to come in? You must be tired from the journey,” you offer, gesturing towards the open door where Halsin appears. Deep down, you knew Gale was there for a reason. He had minimized his presence to help keep your location concealed, even vowing to only appear if there was something important to discuss.

Gale nodded and followed you into the room, where Halsin welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder. "Welcome, old friend. It's nice to see you again, though I suspect your visit isn't merely for catching up," Halsin remarked, his eyes hardening with his final words. Over the past year, Halsin had become increasingly protective of you, particularly after witnessing your condition when you arrived one rainy night, covered in mud and wounds. Seeing your once fearless and strong demeanor shattered broke him, reigniting feelings he once harbored for you. Since then, he vowed to keep you safe from Astarion.

Gale smiled grimly before turning to face you. Leading you and Halsin to the couch, he sat down and rubbed his hands over his robes. "You know I wouldn't come unless I truly needed your help. You're the only person I trust to carry out this task," he said, capturing your full attention. You hadn't looked at the armor in your wardrobe for over a year. Since the battle with the Elder Brain, you hadn't been the same. The encounter had changed you profoundly, leaving you unable to wield another weapon after being forced to confront innocent souls turned against you.

"As you know, our former companion has embarked on a quest for ascension. Baldur's Gate is in peril as he targets politicians and his spawn overrun the sewers. During his quest, he awakened something that threatens the city. I've consulted with others and you are my last hope. We need our leader and our courageous fighter," Gale explained gently.

Beside you, Halsin tensed and shook his head. "Do you realize what you're asking of her?" he began, rising to confront Gale. "You're sending her back to where she fled from. You're asking her to confront the man she won't even speak of. I refuse to subject her to that. She escaped once; who knows what Astarion will do if he finds her again. We can't risk her safety."

You felt Jaheira's presence behind you as she observed the exchange between Gale and Halsin. "I believe Tav should have a say in this, just as she did regarding her dealings with Bhaal. We trusted her with that decision, and I'm confident we can trust her with this. She won't be alone in facing Astarion; we'll stand by her," Jaheira suggested, always the voice of reason among the three of you.

She had a point. It had been a year since you escaped Astarion, and you had begun to heal. Perhaps facing him with the support of your friends was the final step you needed. You wouldn't be alone, and maybe you could show him that you didn't need him as much as he believed. "I think it's time I face him, Halsin. I can't move forward if I can't muster the courage to confront Astarion and show him that I'm thriving without him. Besides, I can't turn away from adventure. Astarion is endangering the city, and I feel compelled to stop him," you said gently, resting your hand on his arm.

Halsin hesitated before nodding. Gale clapped his hands together, a gentle smile on his face as he looked between the three of you. "Excellent. We should make haste; Shadowheart is due to arrive in the city tonight. We can use the Sigil to expedite our journey. It's time to don that armor, Tav; you'll need it," he said, locking eyes with you.

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Your arrival in Baldur’s Gate certainly didn't go unnoticed, especially not with the ear-splitting shriek that Shadowheart let out upon seeing you. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, nearly causing both of you to topple to the ground. Returning her embrace, you let out a hearty laugh before pulling away to take in her appearance. She looked better than ever, her silver hair standing out against her skin. Her eyes seemed softer, and she genuinely appeared happier than the last time you had seen her.

"My gods, Tav, it's been forever since I've seen you. You were missed at the celebration Withers threw," she exclaimed, pausing to brush your bangs from your face. "Astarion was looking for you there. I was surprised you weren't by his side as usual. He grilled Gale and me for hours, trying to glean any information about your whereabouts. Considering what he's become, Tav, I don't blame you for disappearing. If we encounter him here, I promise I won't hesitate to have Gale fry him alive with a fireball," she added gently, causing a soft smile to spread across your lips as she squeezed your arms gently.

You and your small group made your way to Elfsong Tavern, where the entire top floor was reserved for your crew, a small perk after saving the city from mass destruction and assisting in its rebuilding. Stepping into the room, you glanced toward the side where you and Astarion had spent many nights discussing your future before confronting Cazador. It was a time when both of you were genuinely happy, before he became a stranger.

Snapping out of your reverie, you stretched your arms and set your things down near the bed. Shadowheart watched you from across the room before deciding to set up her bed next to yours. "I figured since you're over here alone, I'd join you," she said, her reasoning clear. The memories that lingered in this room had the potential to destroy you, and she didn't want you to face them alone. A small part of you was grateful for her presence.

Gale once again volunteered to cook dinner, resulting in Halsin pleading with him not to touch the food. As you sat back and watched the others bicker, a small smile spread across your face at the sight. It reminded you of the days you traveled together, how close you all were, and the strange little family you had become. All that was missing were a few friends and a vampire desperate for your attention. Frowning at the thought, you looked out the window, watching as people came and went from the tavern. It wasn't until a flash of white hair caught your eye that you stood.

As the others continued to bicker, you slipped out of the room and made your way to the alley where you had seen the white hair. Looking around, you tensed, your hand moving to rest on the blade strapped to your thigh. The feeling of being watched grew stronger, and the soft sound of footsteps sent a chill up your spine just before you whipped around and grabbed the arm of the intruder, slamming them against the wall and holding the dagger against their throat. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with a pair of crimson eyes. "Hello, darling...miss me?"

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 9 months

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♡ Cooking With the Genshin Men ♡

Cooking together is such an adorable domestic moment, one that fills your home with warmth and love ♡ All the genshin men behave differently in the kitchen, they have their strengths and weaknesses. Some want to get involved in the process, some just love watching you work. All love sharing this activity with you ♡

Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc x gender neutral reader || fluff, romance

Content Warnings: Lots of swearing in Childe's part, use of the term "pet" in Kaeya's part.

Childe can’t cook for shit but insists on helping. He follows you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, ending up as more of a hinderance than a helper. You’ll start a step and he’ll beg to finish it, saying something like, “take a load off, girlie! I’ll take over (with rizz).”, then fuck it up immensely. He fucks up in ways you didn’t think were possible. Even if he’s just stirring pasta sauce, you’ll end up having to clean it off the ceiling. He’ll get all dejected if you bench him, and you don’t like to see him pout, so you’ll have to get creative. “Darling, will you tie my apron? I just can’t reach back there…” you say, batting your big doe eyes at him. By God, will he tie that apron for you—with the goofiest crooked grin on his face. He’s such a fool for you. You find that delegating tasks like this, ones that have nothing to do with the actual food, to him is the best way to let him feel involved without it looking like an atomic bomb went off in your kitchen. You can ask him to fetch the colander off a high shelf, press the button on the salad spinner (with supervision, or else he might overdo it.), and preheat the oven. Make sure you thank him loads for his help with it, “I don’t know what I’d do without you~”, and throw in a kiss on the cheek for good measure. He’ll feel like your valuable little sous chef, and you’ll both have an edible dinner ♡

Zhongli’s food feels like heaven on your tongue but he takes forever in the kitchen. He’ll offer to make you lunch at noon and it’ll be done by eight o’ clock...the next morning. He doesn’t even notice it; one of the pitfalls of living for a millennia is a loss of his sense of time. That being said, his dishes, both cooked and baked, are divine. So you’ll just have to help him speed up the process. Whining that your hungry every fifteen minutes isn’t the most moral way to achieve that goal, but it definitely has an impact—despite how he hushes you with a, “Patience, sweetheart.”, or if you really bug him, “I am not beyond closing your mouth via physical means.”. You’re not sure what he means by “physical means”, but with the way his voice rumbles like an earthquake when he says it, you don’t want to find out. So you zip it. Another way to have the food ready in the same decade you ordered it is to help! Vegetables he'd otherwise sautee on simmer are softened and browned in five minutes with you on the stove. Meat he'd give an hour-long, full-body Swedish massage to is crushed to inch-thickness in mere moments with your mallet. You let him handle marinades--them being his specialty, but you have him start them days in advance, so he can flavor them to his standards and you won't be left waiting for dinner 'til you're a sun-bleached skeleton. Zhongli is used to taking things at a snail's pace, so he needs you in the driver's seat to hit the gas. Though, you equally need him to tell you when it's important to slow down. Cooking is not a loveless process, the amount of care he puts into food for you is a way of expressing his affections--he won't settle for anything less than perfect if it's on your plate. So he is happy to stand over a cauldron of broth all day, stirring it, adding in anything he believes might be missing, giving the water ample time to pull every last drop of flavor from the bones, all for it to be a moment of joy in your stomach. To him, any time he spends in service to you, no matter how tedious the task, is time well spent.

Kaeya is a fantastic cook, especially when he’s drunk, but he won’t share any of his secret recipes with you. He tells you it's because he's sworn to his family to never speak a breath of them...but really, he wants you to have to ask him to make it for you. And he will! Happily! It brings so much satisfaction to his soul to have you eat something he's made and it bring a smile to your face. It makes him feel valuable and like he's properly taking care of you--two things that deep down, he's quite insecure about. Not to mention, he goes wild for that pleading look in your eyes when you ask him to cook you a specific recipe you're craving. Despite how much he loves it, he just has to tease you for it; "Oh, look at you begging. I didn't realize I had a pet to feed.", his signature smirk adorning his face. He'll top it off with a kiss to your forehead, chuckling at your face contorted in offence. You can only stay mad for so long, as the moment you take your first bite, all you feel is smitten. Just like his skill as a flirt, he really is just that good. He'll soak in the sight of your content, dreamy face, fulfilled in how much you enjoy something he's made for you. Fulfilled in seeing first-hand how he has a positive impact on you--shooing away his internalized fears of not being enough. He's done something good. He's made you happy. And even if he pokes at you for it, he looks forward to you asking him to do it again.

Diluc knows the basics but really, he just isn’t all that into cooking. He has staff to handle that for him and, frankly, he doesn’t have time to pursue it as a hobby. But when you cook for him? You’ve made his day, his year, his life. He’ll replay the memory of the taste on his tongue and warm feeling in his heart over and over again to the point that he literally dreams about it. He’s just so touched that you made something for him. Putting love and effort into this dish with him in mind. He also likes to watch you when you cook; how you flit around the kitchen, the skill you demonstrate when you chop and season...and his front-row seat comes with perks--as you'll periodically hold out a spoon of sauce or broth for him to taste. There's something about you holding that spoon to his lips, the way you blow on it for him with your perfect lips, him sipping it with you gently supporting his chin that sends his mind reeling, his heart stuttering. He has to restrain himself from asking to marry you right then and there--the thought of you with his ring on your finger, of this dreamlike scene in the kitchen being a daily occurence, it's just too overwhelming to ignore. Maybe it's the way he feels doted on when you do so, he's at the mercy of your hands and you use them to care for him, to ask him his preferences on what you're making for him. There's really nothing better. He'll go to sleep that night with a warm feeling in his stomach and that composed smile on his on his face, hoping you'll cook for him again tomorrow.

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whatitshouldvebeen · 4 months

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Can you do a Johnny x reader where the reader is also a caniball (excuse my spelling😅) and Johnny introduces her the the family because of that (btw love your work 🤩 proud of you)

Blood Stained Grin

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Contains; cannibalism, murder, graphic depictions of killing, drinking blood

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During your lunch breaks, you became a familiar face at Drayton's gas station. So much so that Drayton often had your plate ready and waiting. The flavor was irresistible – Drayton's mastery of BBQ was evident, and you savored not just the taste but the forbidden knowledge that it was, in fact, human. There's a unique satisfaction in indulging in the slightly porky, fatty meat of another person, and you reveled in the power dynamics of being at the top of the food chain.

Discovering the Last Chance gas station was a stroke of luck. You would have never settled down in this unknown town if not for its cuisine. You, unlike the usual patrons, belonged to royalty – a fact that you attempted to hide, but clearly set you apart from the regular clientele. There's only so much of a royal upbringing that you can disguise away, after all.

You'd been forced into an exile of sorts. Your bloodthirst was too great, and too obvious. The rest of your family kept their cannibalistic tendencies strictly to maintain their youth and rituals; such as through bathing in the blood of the young, or consuming the flesh of those who'd dared to look into the dark underbelly of your cabal.

You knew the government was in your pocket, and your family was beloved by the drooling masses, but you'd messed up. You just couldn't help yourself from luring young men in with your charms and riches only to slit their throats when you had them in your bed, and send their bodies to the chefs to prepare. You'd done it too many times, enough to draw suspicion, and your family exiled you to the United States, far away from home.

It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to you.

“Noticed yer plate was empty. Need seconds?” Drayton asked, smiling that friendly buck-toothed smile you'd come to respect.

“Yes, please.” You nodded.

“Johnny!” Drayton yelled back toward the kitchen, moving away from you. “Need you to feed our best customer, I gotta check somethin’ out back!”

A tall man with dark brown slicked-back hair stepped into view with a plate of Drayton's finest, bringing it out to you with a calculating look in his dark eyes.

“Drayton says you're here every day,” he said, sucking his tongue behind his teeth. “You don't look like the standard type'a folk we usually get.”

“That's because I'm not,” you said with a charming grin. You had seen Johnny around, but this was the first time he'd spoken to you.

He looked good enough to eat.

“You like the meat, hm?” He asks, cocking his head. There's something more in his voice, something that hints at a shared understanding.

“It's my favorite. Nothing else like it,” you say, joining him in the mutual secret. You both know what the meat is, but which of you will be the first to admit it?

He runs his hand through his greased hair, grinning at you. “You seem like the type to respect the process to makin’ real good meat.” He leans closer. “Want a tour?”

You nodded to your plate. “After I finish this, sure.”

“I'll get you somethin’ fresher. Here, come with me.” He holds out a hand. You glance down at your plate then back at him, deciding to take him up on his offer. He pulls you up and takes you toward the back door, opening it and leading you outside.

There you see all sorts of vehicles, worn down and broken, and a generator. He leads you past all that, back to a shack.

If you were less confident, you would have been scared. But you can sense there's a mutual understanding between you and Johnny. You know he's not going to try anything.

Besides, if he did, you'd use the concealed blade up your sleeve to slit his throat before he could think twice.

You hear it now as you descend the stairs into the basement of the shack. Something muffled, desperate. You recognize it, and revel in it. The sounds of impending death.

Your heartbeat speeds up, and your pupils widen. God, you missed this. The screams, the torment. Music to your ears.

“Wanna see?” Johnny asks in a low tone. You nod, and he opens the sliding metal door, leading you further into the depths.

The basement is nothing like the torture chambers back home, but it's respectable. These people clearly only eat the meat, not going so far as to harvest their victim's fear for adrenochrome like your family was proficient at.

You'd have to teach them.

Johnny leads you to the back room, where the screams are loudest. There you spot a behemoth of a man wearing another man's face, skinning the flesh of their latest victim who's shrill screams echo off the walls.

To the left of the room, you see a young woman with dirty blonde hair painting a picture as if there isn't a man being skinned alive a few feet away. Beside her, a young man jitters in place excitedly, his eyes flitting between you and the scene.

And then there's Drayton.

“Boy! What the hell you bringing her down here for, she's one of my best customers! I didn't wanna haveta kill her!” He yells angrily, standing up and approaching you and Johnny. The man wearing a face gets startled, accidentally cutting into the victims forearm, who looses a pained scream.

“Don't worry, old man. Can't you tell? She's one of us,” Johnny says proudly.

“What the hell you talkin’ about, boy?” Drayton says.

“She eats people too!!” The gangly young man beside the painting woman exclaims happily. The woman seems completely oblivious to everything and everyone.

“Nubbins is right, ain't he?” Johnny asks, turning to you.

You nod, your smile growing. “I know human when I taste it. I settled down in this town just for your BBQ, Drayton.”

Johnny beams, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “See? One of the family. And she's just in time to help with dinner. Back up, Bubba,” Johnny says, and the colossal man obeys. Johnny tries to hand you a Bowie knife, but you shake your head.

You step forward, your hands shaking not from fear but from excitement. It had been so long since you'd been here, standing over a desperate man with fear-stricken eyes. When you reach the man laid out on the table, you place a hand on his sweaty forehead soothingly.

Your other hand comes up to trace his cheek, and he whimpers. Then, in one fluid motion, you unsheath your hidden blade and slit his throat. Blood pours into your waiting hand, and you bring it to your lips, savoring the delicious sticky heat.

When you turn back, Johnny is grinning. You return his grin, your teeth stained red.

“Welcome to the family.”

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter x you #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x reader

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Cream-Filled Buns

Trey Clover X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Groping, Spanking, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, (Almost) Caught in the Act, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Dom!Trey

TWST Fandom: Ew, Tr*y smut? Disgusting. Give us dragon boi or the eel twins.

Me: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, pound reader’s cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and fill it with cum. Spank it real hard and redden those buns.~

The fresh smell of baked goods wafted in the air of the Heartslabyul kitchen, a certain green-haired vice dorm head once again preparing for the latest Unbirthday Party.

Plates of desserts of all kinds deliciously graced the counters as Trey worked to finish up the remaining batch before the party was to start. This celebration was especially special, calling for the treats to be fresh and still warm when they decorate the table.

It was a time indicative task, but nothing the baker couldn’t handle. As long as there are no distractions and grubby, little hands to try and sneak a taste, he should be done soon.

“Oh, Trey~!”

Well, so much for no distractions.

Trey’s eyes followed the sound as your skipping self came into frame. A big smile was on your face as you made your way over to the island counter he was working at, hands clasped behind your back in faux innocence.

He returned your greetings, refilling the icing dispenser as your gaze scanned across the table at the rows of delectable delights. Your tongue poked out at the corner as mischievous thoughts ran through your head.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, oh Prefect of Ramshackle?” He inquired.

Matching his cheeky tone, you quickly snuck some icing from one of the cupcakes and popped your finger in your mouth before Trey could notice.

“Well, Vice Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, I just came by to visit my favorite person on campus.”

He gave you an unconvinced look, returning back to his cupcake decorating. Trey knew the real reason you were here. It’s the same reason for all your visits, to sneak a taste or two when you think he’s not looking.

“No, really Trey, honest! I also came by to show you my outfit before anyone else could get a peak. Look!”

You gave a little twirl. The helm of your skirt fanning out like the petals of the garden’s roses. Trey looked up from his work to softly smile at your antics.

The blouse, skirt, and vest combo was designed after the Heartslabyul dorm, featuring a black and white checkered pattern with bright reds.

“Custom made and comfy! Think Riddle will approve?”

Trey was putting the finishing touches on some of the treats while he gave you a once over. He settled with a curt nod before turning his attention back to his work.

“You’ll just have to show and ask him yourself.”

You huffed at his lack of enthusiasm, but quickly perked up as another opportunity to sneak yourself a sweet treat presented itself once more.

You quickly glanced at him to make sure the coast was clear before swiping another dollop of the sugary sweet frosting. The strawberry buttercream melted on your tongue and coated your tastebuds in the divine flavor.

The soft call of your name brought you out of your daydreaming and you brought your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He was looking at you with that welcoming smile that always got your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Would you like to come over and assist me in decorating?”

You blinked at the request, still processing what he had just said. He chuckled at your dumbfounded, yet cute expression, and gestured for you to walk around over to his side.

You could only obey, not wanting to further embarrass yourself over something so trivial. You stood beside him, waiting for him to instruct you on what to do, knowing full well how precise and specific the Heartslabyul Dorm’s standards on desserts were.

“So, what do you want me to do exact-“

Trey interrupted your question by placing his hands on your waist and gently guiding your body to where you were now, standing right in front of him, back facing him and front facing the counter. He was right behind you, body almost pressed flush against yours.

“Um, Trey?” You squeaked.

Next, he gently took your hands into his, making you flush even more, as he had you properly hold the frosting dispenser in your grasp. His grasp never let go of yours as he began to slowly guide your movements. Your face flushed at the intimacy of it, how close he was to you, and how his arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving.

“Just going to finish up the last few of these together, okay? Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You nodded and allowed him to guide your movements from cupcake to cupcake. You watched as each swirly, little dollop was smoothly applied to each caketop, your shared actions growing into an easy rhythm. Trey was right, it wasn’t all that too difficult, with his help that is. You would even say it was a little fun! You were smiling proudly at your accomplishment when the silence was broken by a sudden shift in tone that had your spine tingling with sudden nerves.

“You think you’re quite the sneaky one, don’t you Prefect?”

You sharply inhale at his accusation but refused to let him on to anything. You kept your gaze strictly on the cupcakes and icing and pretended like you had no idea what he was referring to. But Trey wasn’t swayed and continued.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those devious, little fingers of yours stealing a taste or two when you think I’m not looking.”

Shit. He knew.

He let out a faux sigh of disappointment and guided you to the ruined cupcakes you snatched earlier and started to add more icing to them once more. You gulped and simply followed along, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you probably already were.

“All my hard work, ruined, because one naughty student couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“But-but I’m making it up by helping you finish them now… right?”

He chuckled and you perked up hopefully. This isn’t the first time you two have exchanged teasing banter before; you’re always messing around with Trey and he always inevitably sends you off with a playful warning.

“Hm, true…”

He removes his hands from yours and puts the icing dispenser aside. He then gently places his hands on your hips, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Your face started to heat up when you suddenly started to feel the sensation of something slowly grinding itself against your backside.

“… but we’re not finished just yet. There’s just two more buns that need filling.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a pair of nice, round buns right here.~”

You squeaked as both of your buttcheeks were grabbed by the baker. Your face reddened, eyes wide, and body straightened.

“T-trey?! What are you-“

“You said you were making it up to me, yes? Well, just help me finish this last dessert and you can head to the Unbirthday Party, punishment-free.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. You did say that, and you were being naughty earlier, not to mention that he was giving you an out right now, but… You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you’ve wanted for a while now. It was no secret that you liked Trey (along with like half of the Heartslabyul Dorm) and would love to have your hole stuffed with him. But in the kitchen, out in the open? Could you really risk doing so where anyone could walk right in and see what you two were doing?

You gulped and let out an embarrassed huff.

“O-okay, I’ll help. So, what do I do?”

He smiled and hummed, thumb aimlessly rubbing circles against your still clothed bottom.

“First, we need to knead it just a bit; get it nice and ready.”

He used one hand to lift up and push aside your skirt, exposing your panties to him. Next, skilled hands began to meticulously grope and massage the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pinching. Your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the noises that wanted so desperately to spill out. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow better access for him.

Fingers pressed into the supple fat and spread your asscheeks apart, before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. His hands would start at the lower back thighs and slowly make their way up, still occasionally squeezing along the way. His thumbs grazed along your slit, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure and making you jump. You whined when he pulled your panties up to expose more skin and caused the cotton cloth to press tightly against your neglected pussy.

“Now we need to get them hot and ready.”

A loud slap resonated in the quiet kitchen, followed by your pitched yelp. Your cheek jiggled and stung from the sudden assault from the male’s hand. He chuckled at your reaction and slapped the other cheek, causing another yelp from you. Soon after, an array of spanks followed suite. You had to steady yourself against the counter, one hand gripping the table’s edge and the other pressed against your mouth to muffle your startled sounds.

“A-ah, Trey..!” You whined.

Your poor bottom was reddening with each slap to your exposed flesh, jiggling with every harsh swat he delivered. Before long, your ass was a bright red and stung. Your whole body felt hot by this point, especially your rear, which felt like it just got out of the oven and was now cooling in the kitchen air.

“Ah, I can feel that they’re nice and hot.” He grinned, massaging the plump, round mounds.

His hands dipped to your groin, pressing the pads of his fingers against your slit, rubbing along the folds and grazing your puffy clit. You were soaking through your panties, sticky essence staining the undergarment and oozing out of your needy cunt.

“I think they’re about ready to be stuffed with my cream. Don’t you think so, Prefect?”

You let out an impatient groan, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

“Trey, p-please…” You whined. “Just stick it in already!”

Sly, golden eyes watched as you shuddered and rocked your hips against his in a measly attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure in your lower regions. He chuckled at you one last time before gently pulling your panties down past your knees and finally getting to the main course.

“Alright, alright, so impatient.~”

Rustling was heard as the older student unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened member. He gave it a few more strokes, just to be sure if was perky and ready, just for you. You then sharply inhaled at the presence of the head of his cock pressing against your plush lips, prodding at the entrance before slowly sliding the tip in.

Trey placed his hands back along your hips, rubbing encouraging circles against them as you adjusted to his girth. You had to place your hands back on the table to steady yourself when he suddenly thrusted into you. His size stretched your tight walls, slowly making its way deeper into your pussy as he gave light thrusts. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan when you felt him fully sheathed into you, reaching every slick-covered nook and crevice.

It felt, so, good.

So full.

Like you were completely stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Once he felt that your body had completely relaxed, melting into that of jelly, walls fluttering for more and mouth in a goofy grin, he finally started to pound into you for real. And Great Sevens above, it felt amazing.

With every thrust, you could feel your walls squeeze him and pull him back inside. Slick building up and leaking onto your length and past your entrance, making a slight mess of both of you and the tiles. His tip kept hammering into that special spot inside you, sending wave after wave of hot, searing pleasure shooting straight to your core like electricity. Your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself to the pleasure you’ve craved for so long now.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your quiet, drawn-out moans. Your mind had grown hazy from the overwhelming sensation, toes now curling as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and build, approaching that oh-so wanted burst of ecstasy. Lust-filled eyes began to droop and close once you felt that very coil just about to snap and unravel everything. You sighed and worked to meet his thrusts, pushing backwards when he pushed forward, all in order to tip yourself over the edge.

“Trey, how are the pastries coming along? The Unbirthday Party is due to start soon.”

Eyes snapped open as you looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find the dormleader himself come striding in. He made eye contact with Trey before promptly noticing you, an eyebrow raised and frown present on his face. The redhead crossed his arms and approached the two of you, a look of query clear on his face.

“Oh, I was unaware that the Ramshackle Prefect had arrived. What are you doing in the kitchen? You should be seated at the table!”

You were sweating nervously as Riddle stood on the other side of the table, right in front of you and Trey. The table was fairly high, obscuring some of the absolute debauchery taking place in the Hearstlabyul’s very kitchen, but was it enough to hide everything?

“Sorry Riddle, she was helping me finish off the last batch and would head off to join Ace and Deuce as soon as they were finished. They’re about ready.”

You were appreciative of Trey’s ability to be so confidently coolheaded in situations like this, allowing you to relax, knowing that he had everything under control. Even when you were mentally panicking. Riddle seemed accepting of the explanation, turning his attention briefly to the decorated desserts, seemingly searching for a particular one among the bunch, presumingly his beloved tart.

“Hm, alright then… but hurry up, I won’t tolerate lateness from either my guest or my vice housewarden!”

You could breathe a mental sigh of relief, knowing you actually got away with it and that Trey was able to steer the dormhead away before any mental scaring could occur. Maybe now you could get back to business before the sudden, abrupt interruption ripped your orgasm away and finally cum.

“Oh, before you head off, what do you think of the Prefect’s lovely, new attire? She wore it especially for the Unbirthday Party.~”

Scratch that.

He’s an asshole, just like the rest of the shitheads at this school.

Your body stiffened when you felt Riddle’s attention back on you, eyes squinted at your outfit. He tilted his head, muttering how he couldn’t exactly see it behind the table. You began to panic again, knowing you couldn’t just move away from Trey, risking the unmistakable sound of his dick slinking its way out of your wet pussy with a loud “pop!”

Seriously, what the hell did he expect you to do in this situation?!

“U-um, well, actually… I wanted it to be a surprise for when we all sat at the table, b-but I guess I can give you a little peak…”

With a nervous gulp, you step back, forcing the taller male to step back with you, so as to not obscure your skirt from Riddle’s view. It was then that you realized that your long skirt served as a curtain towards your filthy acts, falling in such a way that nobody standing in front could see Trey’s dick deep in you. You grabbed at the sides and raised them up in a mock curtsey, trying to cover as much as possible. You smiled as best you could and whispered a shy, “Well?”

Now it was Riddle’s turn to be embarrassed as he coughed into his hand, looking away with a soft blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t common for you to wear such attire on campus, so once he got a proper look at you, he became a bit flustered. After all, you were the only girl attending NRC, currently.

“It’s, it’s lovely… A-anyways, I’ll leave you two to it then! Don’t be late!”

Finally, the dorm leader left, leaving you alone with Trey once more. You physically sighed this time, relaxing back against Trey, who only laughed at your suffering. The prick.

“Well, that just ruined my orgasm, so~o, lets get on with this-“

The green-haired baker hummed, hands resting on your hips once more, this time rougher than last time. You looked up at him questioning his interruption. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His warm breath sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to tighten around him once more. That when you noticed that his dick twitch inside of you, still rock hard and penetrating you nice and deep.

“It didn’t ruin mine.~”

And with that, he continued where he left off, rougher and faster, balls slapping against your ass with every brutal thrust. Your eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped past your wide, open lips. You could barely steady yourself as he abused your poor hole, not once stopping and only chasing his high. The coil built itself up once again, but wouldn’t reach to fruition as Trey, with two or three final, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, reached his own orgasm… without you.

He let out a deep grunt as his thick, hot cream shot out and began filling you up to the brim. A few droplets slipped past and dripped onto the tile and parts of your inner thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you completely, sticking to your walls.

You were left panting against the table’s edge, legs wobbly, while he slipped himself out of you, spilling more creamy cum and making a very lewd squelching sound. Your clit was throbbing from neglect, insides fluttering over the rough treatment. Your body was still clenching, both from the lack of release and to keep the mess inside you and off of the already dirty floor.

You blinked away the bleariness and felt him lift your panties back up and secured onto you properly. You gave him a questioning look, but he only sweetly smiled at you.

“Wait… what about my orgasm..?”

“Consider this the punishment for sticking your fingers where they don’t belong.”

Your dazed eyes widened up at him, a pout forming on your face as the realization that you weren’t going to be getting any proper satisfaction any time soon, slowly hit. A few tears of frustration formed in your eyes and you clenched your fists.

“But Trey, that’s not fai-mph!”

A sugary sweet cookie was shoved into your mouth, silencing you. Trey smiled down at your pleading look and chuckled. He adjusted your skirt and vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and making you look presentable again.

“You’ve already doddled enough and the others are expecting you, so it’s best you get to the table. Now, run along, dear.~”

And with that, he kissed you on the head and gestured you out of the kitchen so that he could begin bringing the pastries out to the table.

You whined in protest but could only obey and shuffle your way towards the table, where the others were indeed waiting. The slick sensation of the baker’s creamy release still sloshing along in your walls and dripping past your swollen, needy lips, thankfully hidden underneath your skirt. You took a seat, cringing at the quiet squelching sound between your legs, and huffed in frustration as you nibbled at the cookie, ignoring the concerned glances from your friends.

This tea party better end soon so you could relieve this torturous aching between your legs!

And get yourself cleaned up too…

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Trey Clover Smut #Trey Clover X Reader #Fem!Reader #I don't expect this one to get real popular given how Trey is low on TWST fans ranking lists #but I personally love the premise and enjoyed writing it #plus it reminds me of those super corny low budget pornos everybody makes fun of

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Bitter

“Why would I stress over someone I lowered my standards for.” Jack laughed at you making you whimper slightly as everyone around the two of you laughed.

“You’re just drunk Jack come on I want to go back home.” You begged you reached for his hand, but he quickly pulled it back and rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t you get it Y/N you were just a bet you never meant anything to me you were nothing but an easy fuck and that’s it.”

You thought Jack loved you and adored you I mean it’s all he ever told you, but I guess you now know that it was all a lie. You should’ve known better that someone like Jack would never be into someone like yourself let’s face it you were out of his league, and he made that very clear.

“If you get bookworm Y/N to fall in love with you I’ll do whatever you say without questioning it.” Sunni laughed as well as everyone else. Jack had gone back home to Kentucky for a few days to visit his friends and family and when your name was brought up his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You were known as the bookworm back in High School because well your head stayed glued to any and every book you could find or was gifted every guy wanted to be with you because you were innocent and pure and that was rare to come across back in High School but now you were an adult you never really kept up with anybody after High School but you lived in Louisville and everyone knew everything about everyone.

“You’ll do whatever I say? But I get anything I want now so where’s the fun in that huh.” Jack grinned as his eyes sparkled with mischief Sunni sighed drastically before he grinned his pearly white teeth on full display.

“Alright if you fall in love with her, I’ll buy you any chain you want it don’t even matter the price sound like a plan.” Jack thought about it for a while before nodding and sticking out his hand for Sunni to shake.

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

You were home alone when you felt your phone dinging you put your book down before looking over at your phone, you honestly didn’t have any friends just your close friend Tiana but she was out of town for summer break. You grabbed your phone and almost died when you saw you got a text from Jack.

Jack 🤎

- Hey Y/N longtime no see I’m back in Louisville for a few days you down to chill?

You were smiling like a fool you’ve always had the biggest crush on Jack ever since kindergarten. You quickly texted Jack back saying you’d love to hangout.

Jack 🤎

- You got the same address right?

You

- Yes I do

Jack 🤎

- I’ll see you later ma

You squealed before laying on your back and smiling up at the ceiling he just called you ma he’s never done that well no guy has ever done that.

“What the hell am I going to wear dammit.” You told yourself before getting up and tossing any and everything clothing that didn’t look right to the side before settling on a black tight dress that stopped just under your ass before giving yourself a Smokey eye look and did your hair. You looked yourself over in the mirror and smiled loving how much much your appearance has changed since high school.

You got a message from Jack saying he was outside you quickly sprayed yourself with some more perfume before taking your purse and heading outside to his car.

“Well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L haven’t seen you in forever ma how have you been, how’s your mom been.” You smiled bashfully at him he smirked knowing that his little nickname was making you putty in his hands.

“I’ve been good and well you know my mom she’s doing better actually I’m so happy she beat cancer.” You said softly before twiddling with your thumps and looking back up at Jack who was already looking down at you. He smiled at you before reaching over and giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Where do you want to go ma? We can go anywhere you want the day is ours.” He grinned before pulling out of your driveway and putting on some music.

“There’s this new pizza place I want to try if you want.” You asked bashfully and Jack and nodded before putting in the directions. Once at the pizza place Jack and You sat opposite of one another.

“So what you been up to Y/N you got a boyfriend or anything.” Jack knew if this bet was going to work he had to find out if you were with anybody yet.

“Nope I’m very much still single like I’ve been sadly.” You played with the wrapper that once covered the straw making Jack shake his head and smile at you. It’s something you always did whenever you got nervous or got asked a question you weren’t to comfortable about.

“You’re telling me nobody’s made a move on you? That’s a shame but at the same time it’s not because I’ve always liked you Y/N.” Your head shot up instantly you looked at Jack in disbelief as if he had three heads.

“You’ve had a crush on me? I actually find that hard to believe Jack because what’s so special about me.” You were always one to put yourself down you always were told to dress better and to be more outgoing and maybe a guy would want you and you always picked at your weight and your acne so Jack actually “liking” you was honestly hard to believe.

“I do like you Y/N and if you’re okay with is I’d love to see where this goes.” You were a bit hesitant at first but your heart took over your mind and honestly that was the biggest mistake you ever made. It’s been a few months and Jack and You have been together for about four months and everything was going great.

Jack invited you to tag along to Sunni’s party with him and that he’d be at your place in around twenty minutes or so. You got ready and just decided to keep is casual but cute with your mom jeans and a white crop tee tanked top with your black and white dunks.

Jack had called you saying he was outside you looked yourself over one last time before making your way to his car. He smiled seeing how cute you looked even if it was a basic fit you somehow managed to make it look like it was worth a million bucks.

“Damn ma you look good might have to leave this party early so I can get a taste of you.” Jack leaned over the seat and kissed your cheek making you smile shyly at him. Jack was wearing his all-red jersey that said Louisville with his black cargos and white air forces to match yours.

“Look at you remind me to keep an eye on you or else all these girls are going to be on you.” You laughed and went back to looking out the window Jack was in awe of your beauty even though this was all a bet he managed to actually fall in love with you.

Once at the party Jack held you against to him closely as all the sweaty and drunk bodies bumped into you both before making your way to the back where Sunni and Urban as well as everyone else waited. Sunni’s eyes lit up seeing you holding onto Jack’s arm and seeing the way Jack looked at you Sunni knew Jack was in love.

“Well, if it isn’t the two lovebirds we thought the two of you weren’t going to make it.” Urban laughed and Jack rolled his eyes at Urban before pulling him for a hug. Urban pulled back and smiled at you and you smiled as well and waved.

“Hi Urban how are good?” Urban and you have been close friends ever since Elementary school and even though you never saw Urban as much your friendship was still strong.

“I’ve been good Y/N it’s nice seeing you again.” Urban walked off to probably get something more to drink before Sunni approached Jack and You.

“What’s up Jack you gonna have your girl glued on you all night or are you gonna loosen up a bit.” You looked at Sunni with furrowed brows why did he care if you were on Jack all night.

“Actually yeah baby why don’t you go chill with Taylor and them I’ll find you later okay.” Jack smiled softly at you but you weren’t to sure about going you didn’t even know them.

“Yeah go sit with them I promise I’ll take good care of your boy.” Sunni grinned which left an uneasy feeling in your stomach but you nodded slowly before making your way towards Taylor.

It’s been about a good hour or two since you’ve been sitting with Taylor and her friends they were nice don’t get me wrong but you’d rather be laid up in Jack’s arms and reading a book. You sighed before setting down your cup of water and making your way back outside where Jack was.

All you heard was yelling and cheers and the word chug being yelled out. You grunted as you pushed past a few bodies before coming face to face with Jack who was chugging down two glasses of beers. Sunni and Urban recorded Jack as well did everyone else till Jack threw down the glass making everyone cheer as he successfully finished both beers in under a minute.

“Jackman harlow remains king once again.” Clay yelled out making everyone cheer once again. You approached Jack as he looked up at you making Sunni ooo.

“Looks like you’re gonna be in some shit now man.” Jack rolled his eyes before stumbling towards you.

“Baby girl!!! I missed you guys hey everyone this is my girl.” Jack yelled out and everyone laughed but you, he reeked of beer and his curls were everywhere.

“Jack come on I think it’s best you go home.” You tried to take his hand but he pulled it back and gave you a death stare which took you by surprise.

“You’re not my mother Y/N let me be I can do whatever the hell I want.” Everyone ooo’d again suddenly loving this drama and this side of Jack.

“What.. what I know Jack I just wanna get you home come on you can shower and get some food.” You whispered as everyone laughed at the two of you.

“I think it’s time you tell her Jack don’t you think.” Sunni said in a teasingly way making you glare at him.

“Tell me what Jack what is he talking about.”

“Look Y/N I think it’s best you know I don’t love you and I never did nor will. It was all a bet a bet to make you fall in love with me then break your heart and honestly the shit was easy and the sex shit the sex was amazing everybody.” Jack yelled out and everyone laughed. You felt so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself you should’ve known this is all he wanted you so badly wanted to just disappear and fall off the face of the earth.

“Fuck you Jack Harlow.” Your voice cracked as tears started filling your eyes.

“Shit let me know when doll face.” Everyone erupted in laughter as you ran out the hot tears flowing down your face.

“Y/N! Y/N wait up.” Urban called out as he went after you but Jack caught his hand.

“Where you going Urban? The party is just getting started.” Urban shook his head at Jack and watched how Jack eyelids closed and opened the beer taking it’s tole on his body.

“Fuck you Jack you’re an asshole and you just lost one of the best damn girls ever.”

( please let me know how y’all feel about it and also thank you bestie @jacksmoviestar for this idea )

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow

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romancingromanoff · 1 year

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This is a Life

Andy of Scythia x f!reader

Summary: You end up escaping an arranged marriage set up by your abusive mother in a strange way.

TW: Verbal/physical child abuse (child is now over 18 but it is implied that it has been going on for some time), arranged/forced marriage, 1950′s typical homophobia, somewhat graphic death/injuries, accidental suicide?

Words: 4225

A/N: Hello I am alive! I’ve been wanting to get back into writing recently and I’ve been disappointed by the lack of Andy x reader content on here so here’s my contribution. More marvel stuff is in the works starting with Thena from Eternals!

“It’s my life!”

“And you are my daughter! You will do this if you wish to remain a part of this family!”

“I told you I won’t marry him!”

A cold hand hits your left cheek.

You were fighting with your mother yet again as the two of you had constantly done for the past 23 years, which was way too long for you to still be living under her roof according to societal standards. While you were inclined to agree, being forced to marry a man in six weeks was not how you wanted to escape.

On paper, you supposed Nicholas Turner was the perfect match, basically everything you could ever ask for in a husband. His wealth certainly appealed to your mother, though he was also kind and considerate with a pleasant looking face others might find attractive.

Unlike those that had briefly tried to court you in the past, what really set Nicholas apart was that he seemed to truly care for you and respect your opinions. There certainly weren’t very many men like him in the 1950’s who didn’t immediately insult your intelligence or worth as a member of the lesser sex.

Not too far into your relationship was when you were finally forced to come to terms with a fear that had been looming over you since your teenage years. It had been easy to tell yourself you were still normal when all the suitors you rejected were immature little boys with stunted emotional development and only seemed to be interested in your body. You could tell yourself that no woman would ever settle for such disrespect in a lifelong partner.

However, you knew there was no denying that Nick was everything you should ever want in a man. You waited for those butterflies you had heard about from your friends to fill you whenever he asked to hold your hand or guide you by the arm for a stroll. But those bubbling feelings of love never came no matter how much you tried to force them. And if they couldn’t show up for Nick, you knew that no man could summon them at all.

The only person that had ever excited you in that way was another girl a few grades above you in school. She tutored you in math for two summers and lived just down the street. You had never felt so drawn to anyone else before.

“I have three brothers so it’s nice that we can spend some time together, just us girls,” she had said. You couldn’t agree more.

As your friendship grew, rumors about her older brother being a… sexual degenerate spread throughout the neighborhood and your mother quickly forbade you from ever speaking to anyone in her family again. The last time you’d heard about your friend was when her parents had thrown her brother out of the house and cut all contact with him.

No part of you wanted to believe that your friend had agreed with their actions but what if she had? What would she say if she were to ever find out about your true feelings for her? She would surely be just as disgusted as your mother.

“Yes. You. Will. You think this is your life? Well I gave it to you and I can just as easily take it away!”

You weren’t too certain about that after the strange events that took place the day before. Another argument with your mother turned violent and she started throwing some of her empty bottles at you. Although none of them hit their target, one flew through the back window and caused glass to shatter everywhere.

After cleaning up inside the house, you made your way outside to assess whatever damage certainly awaited you there. What you hadn’t been expecting to find was that one of the bottles hit a poor baby bunny not too far from the window. Falling on your knees in front of it, it pained you to watch as its small body twitched only a few times before ultimately turning as still as stone. The thought of leaving it there for other animals to pick on or carelessly throwing it in the trash didn’t seem right to you, so with a sigh you decided to find a shovel and dig it a small grave. It’s not like you were in a rush to face your mother so soon anyway.

The shed with the gardening tools hadn’t been organized since the warmer months. Coughing at the cloud of dust that immediately filled your lungs as the door squeaked open, you blindly staggered in the direction of the shovel, trying to feel for it with your hands, when your foot found a rake that was lying on the ground. The wooden pole smacked you dead in the middle of your face, forcing you to fly back like in one of those children’s cartoons that often played before the main films at the cinema. It sounded like a tornado was tearing through the shed.

All you could feel was pain spreading throughout your body. There was no doubt that your skull had cracked open as a gooey warmth began to soak your hair and pool down your neck. A sharp object also seemed to be lodged in your middle area and it quickly became difficult to breath or even remember what life was like before this agony.

You almost tried to call for help, hoping that your mother might at least be decent enough not to wish for your death, but something about that idea stopped you. What would she even be saving you from exactly? You knew you were dying as a strange numbness began to take over all your senses, yet a part of you seemed to be at peace with what was to come.

Lying about who you were for the rest of your life was worse than a death sentence in its own way. Maybe this could be your mercy if happiness was never attainable for someone like you. Maybe this was for the best.

There was absolute darkness and a sense of peace that seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, all of that shattered as oxygen forcefully filled your lungs. Something inexplicable had brought you back.

While your body still ached, a quick assessment helped you conclude that your injuries had healed almost miraculously. Your skull was awfully bloody but definitely smooth and in one piece. Slowly sitting up, you discovered that a long pair of garden shears is what had impaled your abdomen where you were certain a few of your vital organs must have been torn.

You were covered in both dried blood and newly formed skin with no idea how any of it was possible. The only thing you could think of doing was running back into the house to wash yourself off.

Darkness had covered the sky by then and you knew your mother must have been asleep by that point. Initially that made you feel relieved that you could dodge any questions she had until morning. However, as you scrubbed the leftover blood and sweat from your body, the fact that she must not have been concerned at all dawned on you. You had died out in the shed and where had she been?

“No, you don’t get to hurt me anymore!” You shook your head and stood your ground with a newfound sense of power only coming back from the dead could have given you. “You don’t get to control me like I’m your puppet! I’m not going to marry him or anyone else you try to push on me either. I’ve known this for a long time and I think you have too. But I can’t because I’m–”

“NO! No, I will not hear this nonsense again! I have things from the store I need to pick up and I expect all of this sudden change in attitude to be over when I get back. Or I will be beating you everyday until it’s your husband’s problem!”

Somehow her words managed to hurt you more than any physical attack could. You tried your best to hold in your tears as she gathered her purse and keys before slamming the front door behind her, but your eyes began stinging just as you retreated to your bedroom. This time, your instincts were successfully able to guide you on where to step.

You don’t know how long you stood there, disassociating and losing track of the time as you urged yourself not to cry.

A hand landed on your shoulder and caused an instinctive shudder to roll through your body. “Please, don’t!” You whimpered at the contact which you expected came from your mother.

“I’m not here to hurt you. But I need you to trust me.”

You turned and your eyes shot up. The speaker of the voice was unlike any other person you had ever seen. Her hair was cut extremely short, like the style Audrey Hepburn was known for, but with no makeup or bold lip color she appeared more boyish. She was also very tall for a woman, about as tall as some men you knew, though it didn’t scare you to stand beside her like it would with them. It was subtle, but sometimes you felt like they relied on their height advantage to make sure you were on a lower peg than them.

This woman was different with the way she assessed you with a lack of judgment. Something told you that she was worried about scaring you, not wanting to come off like she was sizing you up. You could see it in her eyes and god were they gorgeous. They were a mesmerizing shade that made you believe you were seeing the color for the very first time. You would gladly let the woman hypnotize you with those glowing pools of green.

“Who are you?” Your voice shook even though you could sense she didn’t wish to harm you.

She kept her voice calm and steady. “My name is Andromache of Scythia. But you can call me Andy.”

Andy? Andy. Hearing the name caused something to resurface in your mind. Not quite a song or a memory but something you had definitely heard recently. A man had been screaming that name as you felt him die.

“I’ve seen you before. I dreamed you were trying to save a man. A friend. Two other people were there as well. You were all surrounded. You were dying.”

“There are five of us now, including you, and we all do the same thing. We die and come back. And I know you probably have a lot of questions, which I promise I can answer, but you need to pack some clothes and come with me now.”

“Go with you? Where?”

You had been on a rollercoaster once as a child. It was a tall wooden one with a large loop that initially made you change your mind about riding it. That was before your mother informed you she had already bought your tickets and wasn’t about to let the money go to waste. The fear rose within your stomach with every inch the giant wooden coffin you rode in crept higher and higher into the domain of the clouds and birds. Every voice in your head screamed that you weren’t supposed to be here. A part of you was so terrified that you considered reaching for your mother’s hand. As if she would comfort you.

But then you finally made it to the top. All you could think about as you saw the sun setting on the horizon was how badly you wished you could chase it. And then you did. The ride dropped and your fears dissipated as laughter escaped from your body instead. For the first time ever, you could taste a sense of freedom.

That’s what it felt like when Andy reached for your chin and gently brushed the back of two of her other fingers against the cheek most recently marked by your mother. You weren’t entirely sure what the future looked like with her, yet you were eager to find out and explore all the possibilities opening up before you. No one had ever held you with such tenderness and care while also making you feel protected and safe. You watched as the woman’s eyes flickered from your cheek to your slightly parted lips before she withdrew her touch. It left you feeling empty.

“The woman that hurts you will be coming back any minute now,” she announces quickly before she starts darting around your room. She pulls out a suitcase from your closet and stares at you expectantly, like she needed you to move as if the house was on fire. “We need to leave before that happens.”

“My mother? She’s done terrible things but she’s still my mother. I can’t just leave without letting her know.”

“What’s your name?” Andy asks you. You tell her.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” she sets the suitcase down on your bed before taking your hands into hers. A part of your soul leaves your body right then and there. “Individuals like your mother have hurt you your entire life when you should have been protected. I’m so sorry no one stood up for you before. You didn’t deserve any of that. But now even more people that want to harm you are going to be on our trail as soon as they find out who and what you are. Now that I’ve found you, I can protect you. Me and the other three guys on our team. So please, come with me so that I can keep you safe.”

“Y/N?! Come help me!” Your mother’s shrill voice rings through the house.

“Pack quickly, I’ll hold her off,” Andy urgently reaches for something in her pocket which is when you realize she’s had a knife on her this whole time. Your eyes go wide.

“Wait! Please don’t hurt her! I’ll go with you but you can’t hurt her. That’s my only condition, I swear.”

You haven’t known her for long. You wish you could spend the next hundred years studying her face and getting to know everything there is to know about her. But somehow, you can still tell that something breaks inside her because of your pleading. She holds your gaze for the shortest eternity before nodding back at you.

“Okay,” she promises. You can tell she’s going to be true to her word. “But you have to follow my lead. When I say we need to leave, we leave.”

“Okay.”

You scramble to pack the most important things that come to your mind. A family picture of you, your mother, and your sister. The bracelet that your grandmother gave you. Your drawing notepad. It’s not too difficult to decide what clothes you bring as you have no real attachment to any specific pieces.

Echoes of your mother marching down the hall cause you to freeze up instantly. There’s one last thing you need to grab and of course it has to be in the trickiest place to get to.

“There’s a box of letters under the rug and the floorboard right here. Can you please get it? I’ll talk to her.” Andy nods before you dart out a small crack in your door and quickly close it behind you. It brings you face to face with your warden and the only obstacle that stands in your way of escape.

“What are you doing in there? I expect you to help me bring in my bags from the car. Are you going deaf or do I need to slap some more sense into you?”

“I’m leaving,” you manage to blurt out before fear stops you from changing your mind.

“You’re what?”

“I’m leaving. I’m not marrying Nicholas. I can’t and I won’t.”

“This again? How much longer will you insist on acting like a petulant child? I demand you stop this nonsense at once!”

“No. I’m leaving and you won’t get to control my life anymore.”

A look that you can only describe as amused appears on the woman’s face as she gives you a scoff. “Oh really? And where do you think you’ll go with no car or money to your name? I know you’re nervous about the wedding but-”

“I will never marry him or any other man either!” This was the first time you had ever raised your voice this loud and it was having quite the effect on both of you. The woman in front of you was completely stunned at your change in demeanor, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“I’m not like you! And I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. For so long, I’ve tried to feel the way I know I’m supposed to feel about boys but I simply can’t. And I think a part of me has always known that I’m-”

The swift sound of a crack silences you, though you don’t exactly register the pain straight away like normal. You bring a finger to your lower lip and it comes black with a droplet of blood. A second later, you touch the same spot and it’s completely healed.

“Silence! You’ll shut your mouth right this instant if you know what’s good for you. These ideas of… of perverse behavior aren’t you. You’re obviously ill and need to see a doctor immediately.”

“No mother, I-” You’re interrupted once again, although this time as your bedroom door swings open you aren’t scared of being struck or hurt. Andy’s presence alone means you are protected.

“Your items are secure. We need to leave now,” she takes a firm hold of your waist and pulls you closer to her body. From the threatening look she’s throwing at your mother you can tell that your presence is the only thing keeping the much taller and stronger woman from breaking out into a fight. Although, calling it that felt entirely wrong as it implied your mother would be able to stand a chance at winning.

“Excuse me?” The older woman spat like she had nearly swallowed a fly. “Who is-... Who do you think you are and how dare you come into my house!”

“Lady, all you need to know is that I’m the one that’s going to be doing what you’ve failed to do and actually protect your daughter from now on. Unless you want this to get violent, I would suggest stepping out of our way.”

No one had ever spoken to your mother that way and had anyone but Andy been foolish enough to yell at her, you would be worrying for their safety. But even after five minutes of knowing her, it was clear that Andy wasn’t easily swayed by a few empty threats.

“I–... Oh, now I understand everything completely. You must be the one that has corrupted my daughter with these wicked thoughts! Y/N, you can’t possibly believe this… this stranger intends to do anything but manipulate you! Whatever feelings you think you may have for her are wrong and can be corrected. I don’t want you to end up like this disgusting degenerate!”

“Don’t you dare call her that!” Your anger spikes hearing the venom in her words. Andy may or may not be immune to them but that doesn’t mean you can’t be offended on her behalf. “She actually respects me and treats me like a human being!”

“So what? Your plan is to run away together and go where? Do what? You are nothing without me and you know it! Since you were born-”

An involuntary scream leaves your body as the taller woman moves like a flash of light. Before she can even process anything, your mother falls to the floor into an unconscious slump at your feet.

“Oh my God.” It seems almost impossible to tear your eyes away from the sight before you. You’ve never seen someone so… still. Then it dawns on you that she might be…

“She’s just unconscious,” Andy cups your face in her hands and you’re forced to look at her, ”I promise. She’ll be fine but we have to go now.”

Nodding, the two of you set off like there’s still someone on your trail. For a few seconds you’re able to look back at your mother one last time. The woman that gave birth to you. Raised you. Hit you. Broke you. She’ll never be able to hurt you again.

You breathe a barely audible “goodbye” to her, wondering where you’ll be by the time she wakes up. There’s the tiniest twinge of guilt at the thought of her actually missing you when she does, yet with every step you make towards your new future you yearn to speed up.

Andy guides you straight to the front door and outside into the rain. The two of you don’t stop until you reach a car around the corner that she unlocks for you. Your body is cold and numb, which the other woman immediately notices and she tries to drape your body with a thin blanket from the backseat after she starts the engine. You doubted that this car had any heating but couldn’t care too much about that.

“Thank you,” you’re able to mutter. “I’m sorry she… about those things she said.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for. You are in no way responsible for her actions.”

You could get used to hearing Andy say your name like that. She had a way of saying it that reminded you how it was your very own. How you were your own person.

“No, I do, Andy. At least let me say this for my own peace. You got dragged into something that should have stayed between us and she made some wrongful assumptions about you. You are completely right to feel offended or upset with me. And now that you know that I’m… Well, it seems you know more about me than almost anyone else. What I mean to say is that I understand if you’re disgusted by me.”

Much to your surprise, the brunette calmy pulled the car over to stop on the side of the road so that she could better face you. Fear that she might ask you to get out flickered in your heart for a second, but then she carefully took your hand into her own, holding it so tenderly.

“Y/N, everything that I said in there still stands. I care about you and I want to protect you. And for the record, not that anyone else’s opinion but your own matters, I see nothing wrong with you. You love the way you love, that’s nothing to be ashamed about. You deserve all the happiness the world can give you, which is what I’m willing to fight for.”

The buildup of emotions from the past 24 hours combined with the softness in her words is enough to strip you of your very last defenses. Your vision blurs, though the slight stinging in your eyes is admittedly therapeutic. Andy, however, only grows more concerned for you based on the look on her face.

“No, no, I’m okay,” you promise her and crack a smile. “It’s just strange to have someone that cares about me. The real me, I mean. There must be some way I can repay you for everything.”

She analyzed you with such curiosity that it’s impossible to tell what sort of thoughts are running through her head. Her other hand slowly moves to move a stray hair from your face. You doubt she meant for the contact to feel so intimate, yet you relish in the tiny sprinkles of touch she gives you.

Andy releases a deep sigh. “You don’t have to repay me for anything. We’re a team now and that means we take care of each other.”

Of course you had forgotten there was a team, meaning there were more of you she must have been referencing aside from yourself. It felt stupid to think she could have felt differently about you after knowing each other for less than a day. And what were the chances she would even see you in that way?

“Right,” you struggle to wipe the tears from your face. “I guess I should learn about the others then. When will we be introduced?”

“Soon, I promise.” Andy goes to restart the car and you notice her chuckle as she begins to speed up to get back on the road. “I think you’ll really like them, actually. We all have a lot in common so there’s no chance they won’t immediately like you like I do.”

You swear that you almost died for a second time from a heart attack.

“You mean besides being able to come back from the dead?” You tried to play it cool, hoping she wouldn’t notice how nervous you suddenly were.

“Actually, yes. It’s about a three hour drive from here so you can get some sleep if you want. I know you must be exhausted.”

You can’t really protest when a yawn immediately escapes after the mere mention of a nap. So you drift away, driving off toward your new life, with Andy’s hand safely cradling yours.

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kitorin · 10 months

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OUR SPRING

013. bros before hoes

a/n. rin pov for this chapter !

July 2022

Challenges and new difficulties never scared or worried Rin.

However, that was only limited to football. Sure, a successful change in career was an amazing feat done by him, and it doesn't compare to moving up a class in mathematics. But in music, he has the other three, as well as the company, and on the soccer field there are 10 other players by his side, as well as the bench, coach and manager.

But within this classroom, he was on his own.

He knew that very well, and his expectations were met the moment he walked in and settled down at a desk.

"Why is Rin in this class?"

"He's delusional if he thinks he can do well here."

"Isn't he really stupid?"

Hate isn't something foreign to Rin. Even before becoming an idol many despised him and his diligence, as well as his skills and abilities. They can't do anything to him; they don't even have the guts to say it directly at him because they know they his fame won't let them get away with it.

What really worried him, was how true their statements were.

"Oi Tada." Rin wasn't one to involve himself in any drama, but this time he was genuinely curious, and was also technically apart of it. He carefully listened to the stranger without making it obvious.

"Don't go around running your mouth. Especially about grades when you've only gotten 60% at best here." Aside from English, Rin would've considered 60% on a test great, to him, a pass was a pass.

'Tada' was offended, immediately lashing out. "I'm sorry you're smart, only three people got As last semester." What kind of excuse was that?

The stranger remained stoic, Rin would've retaliated violently if someone tried to justify their words by calling him skilled. "Then join us three, shouldn't be that hard?"

"The tests here are hard-"

"Doesn't matter. Regardless of how hard it is you have no right to judge someone else and are in position to do so or even try."

The argument was cut short with the arrival of the teacher, but the winner was evident; the calm stranger sat next to Rin. Must be a fan of his if they sat with him without hesitation.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I already said I was." He had no idea why they kept bothering with him, maybe if he gave them an autograph they'll stop.

"Geez. You're cold."

"Then go sit somewhere else." Rin missed when all his actions and words weren't monitored, now he can't call anyone an idiot or lukewarm without getting cancelled.

"You think I want to sit near that?" He'd rather die than admit it, but the disgusted accentuation of the last word and the gesture towards the rest of the class amused him. "That's what I thought."

"So, what's your name?" They continued speaking. "I'm y/n."

The question proves his guess wrong, you weren't a fan and didn't even know who he was. There's a tiny bit of guilt for assuming otherwise.

"Itoshi Rin."

"Nice meeting you. I'll be seeing you a lot from now on."

"Doubt that." Give it a test or two and the teacher would start convincing him to move back down to standard. "Studying isn't my thing."

"You're so pessimistic." You switch to a whisper, as the teacher assigns work for revision of the previous semester.

"I'm being realistic. I'm shit at school." He wouldn't talk about himself this much with someone outside of his band, but his academic capabilities were no secret, pretty much everyone knew how low his results were.

"So? You can improve a lot regardless."

"Easier said than done."

"I was bad at math last year."

"Your idea of bad is anything under an A." It's a guess, most people who were good at school would rather die than get anything that wasn't outstanding. Rin acknowledges how suffocating perfectionism was, especially when people invalidate the sense of disappointment just because others would kill for the same result; now he sort of understands how other soccer players felt.

"I guess that's true." Rin scoffs at your agreement. "But I've done a lot worse than a B."

"Can't be that bad."

"47% was my first result last year." It's pretty good in comparison to Rin's results, but if a pass was a pass, then a fail was a fail. "Then I got around 70%." You probably ended up investing in tuition if you improved that much.

"Then 30%." That sounded a lot more relatable to Rin.

"You weren't wrong about bad."

"See? But then I got an 87% after that."

"Are you here just to show off your grades?" It came out coldly, but he didn't say it with hostile intentions.

"No, my point is, anyone can improve."

"Don't bother, I can't get a tutor."

" You don't need a tutor either, I didn't need one." But we're not the same. Rin's so tempted to say it out loud, why were you trying so hard to help him?

"Fine. I'll give you a term and if you were wrong don't even bother."

"Deal."

Rin's happy.

He can't help but grin (a rare occasion) at the 75% in bright red, you really weren't lying when you insisted he'd be fine. It's not exactly perfect, nor an A, but it's such a significant improvement and that's all that matters; he's proud of himself.

"See? I told you you'd do better. Well done." You pat his shoulder, as you're both on the way to the station.

Even if you were wrong about him, he'd still be content. Not only you were efficient at teaching, but you were also kind, and a generally comfortable person to be around. Nothing you said was unnecessary or illegitimate, you were honest but not harsh.

Rin's opened up to you a lot. From the reason why he quit soccer to another potential career change in the future. It didn't matter what it was since you always listened without judgement.

"I can't take any credit, it's all yours. You're the one who taught me everything. He still can't understand why you think of him so highly, you're the one who put most of the effort into making sure he could perform well, while maintaining your own grade simultaneously.

"Don't discredit yourself."

Before Rin can respond, you continue speaking.

"It was you who ultimately decided to join the advanced class, you put a lot of effort it without ruining the rest of your schedule. Be proud of yourself Rin, most people can't even dream of confronting their struggles. It's scary to try something new."

Rin agrees with the last statement, even if he did it with the expectation of giving up quickly.

"y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For?"

"Everything." For defending him on the first day. For helping him. For believing in him.

"That's what friends are for, no?"

Friends. The closest to those were his bandmates (or as Reo calls it 'family', with him as the doting parent and Hyoma and Rin as the 'kids'), or teammates, who he doesn't even speak to anymore. You're probably the first person to willingly talk to him normally, not because you're forced to or interested in his fame.

Rin pulls you in for a hug, earning a surprised gasp from you. He releases you quickly, after processing what he just did.

"Sor-"

But before he can finish apologising, you hug him back, to Rin, the affection is foreign yet welcomed.

July 2023

Rin tosses his phone onto his bed, as he drops his school bag on the floor. He'd never tell him but the conversation with Hyoma had a smile tugging at his lips; both at how ridiculous is was and how it reminded him of you.

There's a deep sense of gratitude Rin has, that two of his close friends are dating; because he cares for both of you. He knows very well that you're both amazing people (even if he does slander Hyoma constantly) and only wants the best for your relationship.

TWELVE | FOURTEEN | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @saesins, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a, @mellozhi, @luvlunazx, @oldest-dream-pdf, @misfits1a, @hoshithinker, @livelaughloveisagiyoichi, @mave-in, @rinsie, @luvcryo, @fabitheraven, @h3xi2g0n3

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and-claudia · 9 months

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His Heir pt. 39 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

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“Do you think you and Maul will work everything out?” Dasar asked as we got our snacks ready for our movie.

“I really hope so. Because don’t get me wrong, I love my son and will always love him no matter what happens between me and Maul, but I am not putting myself through this just to co-parent with him. I will do it if that’s what’s best for him,” I nodded down to my stomach, “But I wanted him to have a real family that Maul and I never got.”

Dasar nodded, “I believe in the two of you. Really, I do. I think you two will work it out.”

“I hope we do… come on, let’s just watch our movie.” I said as I settled down in the plush loveseat.

I managed to make it through two movies before deciding to turn in for the night. Dasar escorted me to my room. The room reminded me of the rooms back on Mandalore. Everything here reminded me more of Mandalore than Dathomir ever has. Not in a bad way. There was just a lot more color here, I had become so accustomed to the reds, blacks, and greys of Dathomir that it was all just a bit of a shock to me.

“Sorry if the colors are a bit loud, we like to pull our color scheme from the surrounding coral reefs.”

“No, no, I love it. Very you.” I complimented.

“Well thank you. Get some rest. I have something fun planned for tomorrow… but I am afraid your… standard attire won’t quite do, I will have something brought to you.” He winked and then quickly left, not giving me the chance to question it.

I was a little skeptical as to what he meant by that but didn’t dwell on it too much. Instead, I got ready for bed and laid down. The bed was quite comfortable and once I got the pillows adjusted right I was able to slowly drift off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sun casting its rays over my eyes. I got up slowly and let the warmth wash over me before getting ready for the day. I had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a robe around myself when there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I called.

“It’s me I have your dress!” Dasar called.

I let him and nearly choked on air when I saw the yellow sundress he was carrying.

“I am not wearing that.” I said.

“Yes, you are. Come on.”

“Fine, bring it here.” I sighed.

He did and I changed into it. It was way out of my usual attire but I had to admit it looked really cute. I swayed slightly, looking in the mirror as the fabric flowed, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, look at you.” Dasar teased from where he stood off to the side watching me look at myself in the mirror.

“Okay, okay, fine. I look good in it. Okay, so what is the plan for the day?” I asked after I slipped on some shoes.

“Well, first we’re going to go have breakfast with Totin and then I will fill you in for the rest of the day. Sound good?” He asked, offering me his arm.

“Sounds wonderful.” I said taking his arm.

When we made it to the private dining area Totin was waiting for us. I let go of Dasar’s arm and went to give him a hug.

“How are you darling?” He said, giving me a sympathetic look which told me he obviously knew about what happened between Maul and me.

“I’m okay. Honestly, I am just happy to be here. I’m not sure what the plan is for the day but I am excited to see more of your lovely home. It’s stunning.”

“Well, thank you. Eat up, we’re going to give you a proper tour of the palace. I figured we could end with the ballroom and the outside ceremony area.” Dasar said.

“Sounds great.” I smiled before walking over to take my seat.

Some servant droids brought out platters of food for us. All of it tasted absolutely amazing. Despite the fact that I wanted to try everything, I knew I would regret feeling too full later, so I made a mental note of what I tried and what I didn’t try so I would know what to pick the next day. Once we were done, we chatted for a bit as plates were cleared then we got up and began touring the palace. It wasn’t as big as the one back on Mandalore but equally as impressive. We came up to a bare wall in one of the main halls.

“Tragic isn’t it?” Dasar said.

“What?”

“The wall, it’s blank.” Totin added.

“If only we knew someone who could paint us a beautiful piece that showed us getting married. Of course, there’s no rush, whoever does it could take their time with personal matters, like their children… if they had any.” Dasar hinted bluntly.

“Are you asking me to paint you a picture of your wedding?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, I would never ask that of you know what you have coming up. But if you wanted to and were offering out of the kindness of your own heart… well I couldn’t say no.”

I laughed before saying, “Make sure I get in touch with the photographer so I can get some reference photos to use.”

“Thank you. And really there is no rush at all. You can honestly wait until he’s born and everything if you wanted to.” Dasar said with a soft tone proving to me that he was serious about not caring if it took a while.

“I’ll see how my leave goes.”

Dasar smiled. He finished showing me around and even showed me where the wedding would be in the coming days. Then we walked to where we would be getting ready for the wedding where he had multiple dresses hanging up on display.

“I know it’s a lot.” He began upon seeing the look on my face.

“Again, you didn’t have to do this.” I said.

“Well, I did and you’re going to look great in them. But I wanted you to try them on today and then let me fix up your hair and makeup to make sure you like it all.” He said.

“Dasar, this is your big day, it doesn’t matter what I look like.”

“I don’t care. My bestie came all this way to be a part of my wedding I am going to make sure she looks drop-dead gorgeous. Now come on let’s try on the first one!” He said excitedly.

“Fine, but why are there three dresses?” I asked.

“One for rehearsal dinner night, one for the ceremony, and one for the celebration of course.”

I just smiled and shook my head at his over-the-top antics. He helped me into the first one and it fit perfectly. It was a simple black dress, very similar to the nicer ones I wore back on Dathomir.

“What shoes?” I asked, looking over myself in the mirror and running a hand over my belly.

“I wasn’t sure honestly.” He said.

“I have black heels I can wear. How long will rehearsal dinner be?” I asked wanting to gauge if I’d be able to last that long in heels.

“Not too long. The rehearsal part itself shouldn’t be too long since the ceremony won’t be long. You can always take them off once we get to the dinner portion and we’re all sitting down.” He said.

“Okay, so that covers this one…”

I tried on the other two and we discussed shoe options for those as well. After that, I changed back into the sundress I had been wearing originally. Then he had me sit down at the vanity as he began to style my hair and do some light makeup. When he was done he let me see and I loved it.

“I think it looks perfect.” I said to him.

“Good. Shall we go get some lunch?” He asked.

“That sounds like a great idea.” I said before he helped me up and we walked back to the dining hall.

After lunch, we ended up relaxing in the lounge and discussing other details for the days to come. Soon, Totin was coming to get us to take us out on the water. We walked down to their private docking area. Before we got on, Totin turned to me and handed me a small device.

“Place this behind your ear, it’ll help you to not get seasick.” He said.

I nodded and attached it where he told me to. Dasar helped me carefully step onto the boat. The bottom was made of transparisteel allowing us to see the below us. It threw me for a slight loop but I quickly got used to it.

“I am going to take you over to the coral reef on the northern side of the island.” Totin said as he walked over to the controls.

“Sounds great!” “Come stand with me.” Dasar said, offering me his arm I took it knowing that when we began to move I would need someone or something to hold onto so I didn’t lose my balance.

“I’ll take it slow so it’s not too rough of a ride.” Totin vowed as the boat powered up.

True to his word, he did take it slower than I had expected to go, but I wasn’t mad about it in the slightest. When we got to the coral reef I felt like a kid on Life Day. I couldn’t stop smiling. There were so many beautiful fish bellow us. All the colors flashed around in the turquoise water around them.

“It’s beautiful.” I said smiling.

“It’s even better up close. Next time don’t get knocked up and we can dive down and see them better.” Dasar said, teasing me.

“I’ll definitely bring him out here when he’s older and show him.” I said turning to Dasar as I placed a hand on my stomach.

“I look forward to it.” He said with a smile.

We carefully cruised around the coral reef until the sun began to set. Then we began to head back. I had such a fun time. I only wish Maul could have been there too. Although I was still pissed off at him for not coming I had to admit I was missing him a whole lot.

“Oh Totin, why don’t we doc at the other side? Show her the hidden cove?” I heard Dasar ask.

Totin nodded but had a weird look on his face as if he were up to something. I shrugged it off and just continued to look around me at all the beautiful sites. I saw the doc as we began to approach it. This one was much smaller than the one we had left from. There was also someone standing on it. We were too far for me to see who it was, but it’s not like I knew very many people here. It could honestly be a droid. So instead of watching us approach the doc, I turned my attention to the cove.

“Alright, and that will conclude our coral reef tour.” Totin said dramatically as if he were a tour guide.

I laughed and went to turn around to thank him but stopped short. It hadn’t been a droid on the doc. It was Maul and he was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

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