#feel so trapped in this i fucking hate it and everyone is gonna tell her / me / us / whatever that this is good and normal and expected and
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cringe btw. fail a little bit as well
#purrs#not really happy with how i showed up and navigated situations and circumstances today. i think i was not as kind or respectful as i could h#have been. and there’s nothing i can do but live with it and try to do better tomorrow. but this shit is so fucking hard and horrible. this#is not what i thought i was signing up for. this is not how i thought this month would go. and i know it’s normal and natural and whatever f#for like. every aspect of this process to be happening (and yet also cringe and stupid etc) but i just wish it wasn’t happening. i don’t#want to be responsible for planing your fucking goodbye gift i want you to stay. i don’t want to fucking go on a walk with you (i mean i#quite literally do LOL but) i want to keep yearning for i and working towards asking for it naturally and not in wretched circumstances. i#don’t want to have responsibility for all the tasks and people coming into the office and giving me knowing and pitying looks and asking how#this is going and meaning both me starting something and you leaving i want the whole you leaving part to just not even be a thing. i know I#it could be worse i know it’s fucking stupid to be addressing my literal actual supervisor as ‘you’ in the tags of a tumblr post she will#never read but it’s like fucking hell. i care about you so much. this has been a nightmare and i want it to be over but it won’t be ever. an#and i have to live with this somehow and i know it will feel better but for now im just fumbling through it and hurting and suffering and it#like doesn’t even matter. idk. the timing just hurts. it really does. as does the whole thing. idk when i’ll stop being hurt but i am hurt#delete later#i think i said this but i literally have to get assigned a fucking ‘cultural contact’ bc she’s leaving and can’t guide me thru this like i#always dreamed she would. the literal actual slap in the face of it.my heart hurts lol#it’s not just work also. like i know i am a freak about work on the dash but it really is not just work. or it is but it’s like. idk. ugh i#feel so trapped in this i fucking hate it and everyone is gonna tell her / me / us / whatever that this is good and normal and expected and#we’ll be okay etc but it’s NOT. it WON’T. we’re family or something like that and she’s leaving it and me and * are sobbing and * is like ha#having to be strong for us bc both of us are mentally ill wrecks over it and i know he is too and it’s killing me and meanwhile * just fucks#off across the country and we only see her TWO more times???? are you kidding me? LOL! like you just leave? lolllllll. after everythinggggg!#which she’s entitled to do. but it’s like. i thought we all understood… but apparently we weren’t on the same page. and now we’re here. LOL#anyway i am not being any less cringe or fail by continuing to post about this to redacted number of ppl but idk how else to cope. gn lawl#one more thing my heart hurts sooooooo bad. like physically. that is just sick in the head. wtf
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Two idiots in love. (P3)
Joel Miller x anemic!reader
Summary: the trio find themselves at the home of Bill and Frank, not knowing what became of them.
Warnings: death, cursing, Joel being Joel, Ellie being Ellie, Bill and Frank's story😭
Masterlist
Part 1, Part 4
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The three neared Bill and Frank's home, the electric fence only a few feet in front of them.
"Stay here."
Joel stepped forward, punching the code into the lock and opening the fence for the girls to step through.
Joel could tell something was off, but Y/N seemed to be in her own little world, her medication finally helping her for once.
"You know, El? I think you'll really like Frank. Actually, I take all of that back… Bill is going to be your favorite."
Ellie scoffs, "What makes you say that?"
Y/N hums, "Cause you like Joel. And they're very much alike."
Joel snorts under his breath at that, but says nothing.
When they neared the house, Y/N stopped as if something was forcing her to the ground.
Joel placed a hand on her lower back, "Sweetheart?"
He followed her gaze, which was locked on the dead potted plant by their doorstep.
He pulled at her reluctant body and moved towards the door. His eyebrows furrowed when he discovered the door was left entirely unlocked.
The house was dead silent.
They all stood in the entryway, Joel's hand holding Y/N's wrist gently. He thought of it as a comfort for her, but deep down he knew it was comfort him too.
Ellie's eyes were wide, "What the fuck?"
Joel stared at the staircase, "Bill?"
Nothing.
"Frank?"
Joel turned to Ellie was a serious gaze and a soft voice, "You stay there. You hear anything, you see anything… yell."
"What if they're gone?"
Joel stopped, his grip on Y/N loosens as he turns back to Ellie was a desperate look before turning back and taking Y/N with him.
The two searched the house with their hearts in their stomachs before they moved back towards the entryway.
Ellie sat in the open room next to it at their dining room table. A note was in her hands.
"It… it's from Bill. Came with this."
She pushed a car key across the table towards them.
Joel took off his backpack. He carefully picked the key up. "So, they're dead?"
Ellie nodded with a soft "Uh-huh."
Y/N let out a soft cry, coving her hands over his mouth to muffle it.
Joel turned to her, his jaw clenched, as he pulled her to him silently. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and cried into his chest.
Ellie held out the note, "You wanna…?"
His hands wrapped around Y/N, one around her waist and the other into her hair. "Go ahead. You do it."
Ellie let out a soft sigh began to read.
August 29, 2023,
If you find this, please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn't smell, but it will probably be a sight.
Y/N turned her head slightly against Joel's shoulder to watch Ellie as she read. He continued to gently play with her hair.
I'm guessing you found this, Joel because anyone else would've been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps. Hehehehehehehe.
Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse.
Anyway, I never liked you, but still, it's like we're friends, almost. And I respect you. So, I'm gonna tell you something because you're probably the only person who will understand.
Joel felt a slight wet feeling on his chest and looked down. The tears were silently falling from his girl's face. His hand ran up from her waist to her cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over it, wiping the tears as they came.
I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving.
That's what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That's why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do, and God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.
I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep-
Ellie stopped, looking back up at them.
Joel moved forward, his hands leaving Y/N as he grabbed the paper from Ellie's hand.
He looked at it.
Tess.
…keep Tess and Y/N safe.
When Y/N moved to look over his shoulder at it, he stood tall. "Stay here."
He stormed out of the house.
Ellie stood up, looking to the woman curiously.
"Leave him, Ellie. He needs time."
…
When he came back in, the two were still at the table, Y/N now sitting in one of the chairs. They both look up at him in question.
But he only looked at Ellie.
"Show me your arm."
She stepped towards him, pulling up her sleeve and showing him her arm.
He sighed, "I just finished makin' a truck battery. It's charging right now."
"..okay?"
"And I have a brother out in Wyoming. He's in some kinda trouble, and I'm heading out there to find him. He used to be a firefly…"
With this, Y/N stood up slowly, joining the two.
"…and my guess is he knows where some of them are out there. Maybe they can get you to wherever this lab is."
Ellie sighed, "Alright. Listen. About Tess…"
Joel held up his hand, not wanting to hear it, and sure as hell not wanting Y/N to hear it.
"If I'm takin' you with me, there's some rule you gotta follow. Rule 1: You don't bring up Tess. Ever."
Y/N noticed the tone in his voice. It was hurt and desperate.
"Matter of fact," he said, "we can just keep our histories to ourselves. Rule 2: you don't tell anyone about your…condition. They see that bite mark, they won't think it through. They'll just shoot you. Rule 3: you do what I say when I say it. We clear?"
There was no way Ellie could say no to the persistent glare he gave her, "Yes."
"Repeat it."
Y/N stepped forward, "Joel.."
He held a hand in front of her, stopping her, "Quiet, sweet girl."
She stopped.
Ellie thought for a moment, the silence deafening, "What you say goes."
Joel sighed, "…okay."
…
They spent the next few days in the house, gathering supplies.
Y/N took it upon herself to gather their clothes and toiletries.
Joel was more focused on weapons and fixing the truck.
They were a good team.
She was sat in the living room, after her shower. Her hair was damp as she sorted through a few of the clothing boxes for last minutes pieces.
Ellie's voice brought her from her thoughts, "Well, don't you look pretty."
Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Joel all washed up. His hair was combed back, one of Bill's clean flannels on him. (^^ the gif at the top^^)
She smiled.
He looked at Ellie, "Shut up."
He then held his hand out, "C'mon, sweet girl. We have plenty."
Y/N stood, taking his hand.
…
Ellie's hand grabbed the passenger side door handle and Joel immediately grunted. "Nah-uh. Get in the back."
A smile ghosted her face and she got in the back.
Y/N smiled too, "I'll let you have it in a few hours. How about that?"
Joel grunted again, "No. She's a kid."
The girls rolled their eyes and continued like nothing happened.
Joel started the truck, relieved when it started.
He felt Y/N's gaze on him.
When he looked at her, he found that she really was looking at him.
She reached up, her finger lightly grazing over the large cut on his cheek.
He mumbles, "Doesn't hurt anymore."
She nods, retracting her hand.
He reaches out, grabbing it.
He twists it, staring at the bruise from days ago on her forearm.
She mumbles in the same way, "doesn't hurt anymore."
He nods, the ghost of a smile making its way to his face. "Good."
They pulled away from all that was left of Bill and Frank as Linda Ronstadt played from the mixtape.
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Part 4
#joel miller imagine#joel miller fic#joel miller x reader#joel miller tlou#joel tlou#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal#the last of us#frank tlou#tlou fanfiction#bill tlou#tlou#joel miller fanfiction
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Clingyy
"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.
You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.
"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.
Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!
"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.
Barça Boys Groupchat
pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!
frenkie: me too! 😒
pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???
lewy: bc it's girls night😑
ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏
pepito: me too!
frenkie: same!
pablitoo: me too!
You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!
"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.
Bikini you wore:
"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.
"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.
"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!
"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.
"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.
"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.
"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.
"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.
"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.
"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.
"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.
"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.
"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.
"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.
"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.
"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.
"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))
#pablo gavi x you#fc barca#gavigif#gavi#fc barça#fc barcelona#pablo gavi x y/n#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi icons#pablo gavi#gavi x vini#gavi x you#gavi x yn#gavi x reader#pablo gavi blurb#pablo gavi imagine#pablogavira#pablo martín páez gavira#pablo gavira#gavira
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PT 3 "I'm falling on my knees, Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool"
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆synopsis: Being trapped in Levi's 'family gathering' event by a snowstorm takes a unexpected turn as past hidden truth finally reveal themselves.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆contains: modern au! everyone, grovelling!eren, connie x reader, levi x reader, eren x reader. everyone is alive and well.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆wc: 7.9K.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆tw: swearing, manipulation mentioned.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Here is: part 1 and part 2
“Are you gonna keep staring at that window?” Mikasa asks crossing her arms as she addresses you and your attitude. You’re still facing the window contemplating which storm you’d rather be in but you remember the promise you made to your friends, that you wouldn’t leave where you currently are until the storm dies down. You tug on your shirt, fidgeting with the cotton design as you wonder how you’re going to get through this mess.
“Hello, do I know you?”
You know it’s a lame attempt but all the guests are still here and the last thing you want is for a confrontation or a fight between you and them. You see Historia scoff, Ymir smirk, Sasha gasping and a hand to her mouth as if what you just said was a grave sin, Jean unimpressed, Connie crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows in a manner of ‘are you fucking for real right now’ and Eren still staring at you, eyes mixed with multiple emotions ranging from guilt, confusion, anxiety, and yearning.
“You’re not fucking funny.” Historia begins rolling her eyes at you as she stares at you disinterested in your whole act. You constantly remind yourself to be the bigger person and not nitpick on certain sentences that rub you off the wrong way.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny, I’m Levi’s friend, it’s nice to meet you all.”
You think that maybe by continuing the act, they will eventually move on and focus on something else. But your attempt to defuse the tension only seems to make things worse. Eren's gaze intensifies with guilt, and you can practically feel the weight of his unspoken words bearing down on you.
Mikasa steps forward, her expression unreadable as she studies you. "nice sense of humor you've developed" she comments dryly.
You offer a weak smile, feeling the pressure mounting with each passing second. "Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"
Before anyone else can respond adding fuel to the tension, Levi appears in the doorway, a concerned furrow in his brow as he takes in the scene before him. "What's going on here?"
You mentally thank Levi for intervening, grateful for the interruption. Mikasa gestures towards you with a subtle tilt of her head, and Levi's gaze follows her motion. You can see the confusion flicker across his features as he tries to make sense of the situation.
"Do you know these brats?" Levi asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as he turns to you for an explanation.
You can't bring yourself to lie to him and tell him you don't know each other. Levi's good at reading people, especially you and you'd hate to have this go in a roundabout so you come clean and tell him.
"Knew, I don't know them anymore," you say as you clasp your hands together and nod at them. You offer a small smile, perhaps more than they deserve, but you do so anyway. Then, without waiting for any further exchange, you pick up Levi's comedy book and grab him by his elbow, gently but firmly.
"Let's head to your office for a moment," you suggest, the urgency evident in your tone.
Levi gives you a questioning look, but he trusts your judgment enough to follow your lead without protest, well other than a small annoyed 'tch'. As you guide him through the crowd, you can feel the weight of multiple gazes on you ranging from confusion to jealousy, including, his silent curiosity hanging in the air.
You don't look behind your shoulder as you leave the dining area. Once you reach Levi's office, you close the door behind you, enveloping the space in a sense of privacy. You take a moment to compose yourself, gathering your thoughts before you turn to face Levi. You hold up the satirical book in front of him and wave it around.
"Didn't know you had a bone of humor in you, Levi."
"Cut the shit."
You huff, this man never fails to know when you're flat-out lying. You pause for a moment, caught off guard by Levi's directness. His sharp gaze pierces through your facade, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, you lower the book, the playful wave forgotten in the face of Levi's seriousness.
"Okay, fine," you give up, dropping the act. "I just wanted to lighten the mood up a bit."
Levi eyes you skeptically, his expression unreadable. "And how's that working out for you?"
You sigh as you stare at his bookshelf, you don't know what to do, it's like you've hit a wall, a large hard brick wall. You know you can't keep avoiding the elephant in the room, but you also dread the thought of addressing it head-on. You turn back to face Levi, mustering up the courage to broach the subject that has been hanging over you like an unexorcised spirit.
"I want this night to go well for you and for everyone, we've spent the whole day preparing and it's gonna suck if it gets ruined from something so trivial" You begin carefully choosing your words as you fidget around with the book unable to look him in the eyes.
"I'm not following." He says back. Levi's response catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words to convey your thoughts without sounding too dramatic or making the situation worse.
"Sorry, I thought we were on the same page." you begin, your voice slightly shaky unable to make an 'old man' joke about Levi's understanding problems. "I had a fallout with your cousin and her friends and I really don't want to confront or be confronted so I'm trying to keep things on low profile."
Levi's brows knit together in a mixture of concern and confusion as he processes your words. He leans back against his desk, folding his arms across his chest, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.
"You had a fallout with them?" Levi repeats, his tone laced with disbelief and questioning. "What happened?"
You shift uncomfortably under Levi's scrutinizing gaze, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. You knew this conversation wouldn't be easy, but you hadn't anticipated just how difficult it would be to explain yourself to Levi, someone you've grown to respect and admire. Levi sees this and he doesn't want to intrude upon you and your feelings so he interjects before you can speak
"You don't have to tell me just rank it from 1-10."
You appreciate Levi's consideration, and his willingness to give you space to process your emotions. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you ponder Levi's question, mentally ranking the fallout with Eren and his friends on a scale of one to ten.
"Personally, I'd say an eight." you finally reply, your voice quiet but steady. "It made me want to leave states and go no contact so it was pretty serious then."
Levi nods, his expression thoughtful as he absorbs your answer. "And how serious is it now?"
You shrug your shoulders and smile a bit though the gesture feels somewhat forced given the weight of the situation.
"Nowhere near as serious as then, probably a 5 or a 3," you answer honestly, your voice soft but resolute. "I wouldn't be as outgoing as I am if I dwelled on the past."
Levi nods in understanding, his gaze is unwavering as he listens intently to your response. He is pretty proud of you, most people aren't capable of doing such a thing which makes Levi's expression soften, a hint of admiration gleaming in his eyes as he regards you but goes unnoticed by you obviouslyThough Levi would never openly express such sentiment, especially not to your face, he harbours a quiet respect for you, tucked away in the depths of his heart. But in moments like these, when he witnesses your unwavering resolve and beautiful forgiving spirit, it's impossible for him not to feel a sense of pride in your accomplishments.
Levi nods subtly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he redirects his attention to the task at hand. Despite his outward demeanor, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth emanating from him, a silent reassurance that he's there for you, even if he doesn't say it outright.
Levi clears his throat, breaking the silence that envelops the room. "Well, regardless of the past, I appreciate you being here tonight," he says, his tone gruff, low but sincere. "So, how do you want to go about it?"
You feel your heart internally sob at Levi's soft yet gruff
"I think the best action is to just keep a low profile," you suggest, your voice calm and measured. "I'm going to avoid any unnecessary confrontation and try to enjoy the night as much as possible."
Levi nods in understanding, his gaze steady as he listens to your plan. He respects your decision, knowing that sometimes the best course of action is to minimize conflict so he keeps a mental note in his mind to step in if things get out of hand, that's the least he can do for you for inconveniencing you for all this and practically being trapped because of the snowstorm.
Levi observes your demeanor, noting the relief evident in your posture and expression. There's a glimmer in your eyes that doesn't go unnoticed by him, a silent gratitude that speaks volumes. He's accustomed to people keeping their distance, to maintaining a certain level of detachment. Your openness catches him off guard, stirring something within him that he's not entirely comfortable with but he sort of. . . likes? He likes the way you bring out emotions in him that he's long since buried, the way you challenge his deadpans and stoic nature. He's uncertain about how to process it all but in the midst of this, there's something else bubbling in his chest… curiosity.
Meanwhile in the dining room
As Levi and you converse in his office, the atmosphere in the dining room remains tense, with whispers and side glances exchanged among the 'friend group'. Jean, unable to contain his disbelief, blurts out, "She's actually here?"
The room falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn towards Jean. His outburst breaks the thin veneer of composure that had settled over the gathering, and the tension ratchets up another notch.
Eren, sitting nearby, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His gaze flickers between Jean and the door, where he knows you and Levi are having your conversation. There's a mix of emotions swirling within him – guilt, regret, and a longing to bridge the void that has formed between you and his group of friends.
Connie, though visibly annoyed by the disruption, can't help but feel a twinge of relief at the sight of you. Despite the fallout and the unresolved issues, he's glad to see you back again, even if it's under less-than-ideal circumstances.
Sasha, ever the empathetic one, senses the tension in the air and immediately decides to take action. She pulls out her phone, shooting a quick message to Armin and the others to inform them about your unexpected appearance.
Meanwhile, Mikasa remains silent, her expression unreadable as she watches the unfolding drama. She knows that things between you and Eren's group are far from resolved, and she's unsure of what to expect next.
Connie, unable to contain his frustration any longer, rises from his seat with a pointed glare at Eren. "Must be nice," he says, loud enough for those nearby to hear, "acting like you're the victim when you're the one pulling the strings."
The room falls into an uncomfortable silence as Connie's words hang in the air, the tension palpable between him and Eren. Eren's friends shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to Connie's passive-aggressive accusation. They all know it's somewhat true and that makes things even worse.
Mikasa steps forward, her voice calm but firm. "Let's not do this here," she says, her eyes darting between Connie and Eren. "We'll talk about it later when we can all sit down and have a proper conversation."
"Oh? When is that, Mikasa? When the storm dies down and [Name] is long gone?" Connie retorts back, rolling his eyes at Mikasa's usual protective behavior of Eren regardless of whether he's wrong or right.
Connie refuses to back down, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I'm just saying it how it is," he replies, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "We all know who's really at fault here."
Eren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his guilt weighing heavily on him as he avoids meeting anyone's gaze. He knows he needs to say something, to address the tension that hangs in the air like a heavy fog, but the words slip past him.
"Let's not make this any messier than it already is," Jean interjects, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation.
Connie's frustration boils over as he shoots back at Jean, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're no fucking better, so zip it"
Jean's brows furrow in response to Connie's biting remark, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he regains his composure. "I'm trying to prevent things from escalating," he retorts, his voice strained but firm. "We don't need any more drama tonight."
Connie's frustration simmers beneath the surface as he takes a deep breath, attempting to quell the turmoil raging within him. He can't shake the feeling of longing that gnaws at his insides, the ache of missing you, and the camaraderie you once shared. You were more than just a friend to him; you were his confidante, his partner in crime, his rock to his roll. The image of you replaying in his mind even though you're just in another room, he's determined to bring back the bond you once had. With a sigh, he realizes that confronting Eren won't solve anything; it'll only add fuel to the fire.
Kuchel strides into the room with Carla at her side, her presence commanding attention as she surveys the scene before her. With a warm smile, she claps her hands together, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
"Alright, children," she begins, her tone light but firm. "Us elders need instructions on how to play this Gen-Z game."
Kuchel's playful demeanor brings a sense of levity to the room as she playfully teases the younger guests. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she takes Eren by the hand, her grip firm but gentle as she leads him toward the table.
"You're a smart one, Eren," she says, her voice filled with pride. "I'm sure you can teach us a thing or two about this game."
Eren is flustered at the unexpected praise, feeling a sense of validation from Kuchel's words. He nods pathetically, grateful for the opportunity to teach them.
As they approach the table, Kuchel turns her attention to the rest of the group, her smile widening as she takes in their eager expressions.
"Alright, everyone," she announces, her voice carrying across the room. "Let's get seated and ready to play. And where is my dear son? Oh, and pretty Miss [Name]"
The group exchanges glances, realization dawning on them as they remember Levi's absence. Mikasa speaks up, her voice tinged with concern. "They're in the office, Auntie. I'll go get them."
Kuchel nods in acknowledgment, her focus already shifting back to the game at hand. "Alright. Thank you, dear. Let's get started, shall we? They can join us later."
Mikasa doesn't eavesdrop or even linger around, she swiftly makes her way to the office, knocks loud enough for the both of you to hear and tells you 'Auntie Kuchel wants us to play a game'.
Kuchel suggests playing "Never Have I Ever," and the group reacts with a mix of nerves and curiosity. Despite the tension in the room, they all agree to give it a shot, hoping it'll help take their minds off the underlying conflicts. So far, most of the elderly family members have gone upstairs with the help of Carla as the journey here was already exhausting. So the people left huddled in a circle in the living room are just, Carla, Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, Kuchel, Mikasa, Sasha, and Ymir.
As you and Levi enter the room, you're immediately met with a wall of tension that seems to thicken the air. The stares from Sasha and her friends feel like daggers, their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the room.
Kuchel, ever the peacemaker, takes charge of the situation, her velvety voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Make room, children," she commands, her tone firm but gentle. "[Name], come sit next to me, sweetie."
Relieved by the distraction, you follow Kuchel's welcome, making your way to the vacant seat beside her and Levi who also sits next to you. The warmth of her presence is a welcome respite from the tense reception you've received from the others.
Once settled, Kuchel suggests they continue their game of "Never Have I Ever," sensing the need for a lighthearted distraction. The group hesitates for a moment, still reeling from the revelations of the previous rounds, but ultimately lets it happen, as it happens to be the only thing able to break the palpable tension in the room. Little did they know.
As Kuchel suggests starting the game in a circular motion, the tension in the room thickens, a palpable weight settling over each person as she hands out paddles with text written on both sides' I HAVE' and 'I HAVE NEVER'. Historia, with her cautious yet bright smile, is the first to respond, her eyes betraying her bright attitude.
"Sure!" She exclaims clasping her hands together before thinking of a funny one. "Never have I ever Googled myself."
As Historia makes her playful admission, a small chuckle escapes the lips of those gathered around the table. Carla, with a playful glint in her eye, leans forward, her voice teasing yet affectionate.
"Well, aren't you just the little celebrity," Carla quips, her tone lighthearted. "Not all of us have the luxury of Googling ourselves without stumbling upon a million fan pages."
As the paddles flip to reveal the responses, a mix of amusement and curiosity dances in the air. Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, and Sasha all sheepishly display their "I HAVE" paddles, their confessions met with knowing glances and playful teasing from the others. While you and the rest flip to 'I HAVE NEVER'. You feel thankful as the tension dies down, all you need is to get through this one night and finally go home.
It's now Sasha's turn. Sasha takes a moment to ponder her confession, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she considers her options. Finally, with a sly grin, she flips her paddle to reveal her chosen statement.
"Never have I ever eaten food off someone else's plate without asking," Sasha announces, her voice filled with playful mischief.
A chorus of laughter erupts around the table as everyone reveals their responses. Sasha, Jean, and Connie proudly display their "I HAVE" paddles, and their confessions are met with good-natured teasing from the others. Meanwhile, you and a few others confidently hold up your "I HAVE NEVER" paddles, relishing the opportunity to maintain a sense of innocence amidst the playful chaos.
Next, it's Jean's turn. His mind seemingly drifting away from the tension of the moment, clears his throat before settling on a confession. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he speaks up.
"Never have I ever been arrested."
You watch as Sasha, Connie, Ymir, and Eren?slowly flip their paddles to reveal the "I HAVE" side, their expressions a mix of amusement and defiance. Meanwhile, you and a handful of others maintain your innocence, holding steadfast to the "I HAVE NEVER" side.
"So, explain.."Historia nudges, her voice gentle but curious, as all eyes turn to Ymir, Sasha, Connie, and Eren, awaiting their response.
"I accidentally ate an art piece when I thought it was actual food," Sasha confesses with a sheepish grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she recalls the embarrassing incident.
"We were literally at a museum, you did it on purpose," Connie interjects, his tone teasing but affectionate as he playfully nudges Sasha with his elbow.
"I accidentally got arrested, someone swatted me and that caused me to get arrested while on stream, so there's that," Connie recalls.
Sasha reaches out, laying a hand on Connie's arm. "I remember that," she says softly, her voice laced with sympathy and a small chuckle. "It was so awful, you had like so many bruises after that"
Connie replies with a small 'yeah' and you feel bad, people can be real scum, you think wondering if Connie had laughed it off or dwelled on it.
"I got deliberately arrested, I punched an asshole who deserved it so no regrets" Eren confesses, shrugging as he fidgets with his bracelet, and your eyes widen as you recognize it. It's the azure frog bracelet you custom made for him on his birthday and told him you specifically found the hex color of his eyes and your eyes combined and made the bracelet with the exact same color with charms that read 'friends forever' and 'always together'.
"He's always been the rebellious type," Carla remarks with a soft chuckle, her tone tinged with fondness as she regards Eren. "Punching someone is the least of our worries if I'm being honest."
Eren shrugs nonchalantly, his expression betraying a hint of defiance. "He had it coming," he mutters under his breath, his gaze flickering briefly to you and widening as he sees you looking back at him as he immediately looks back down on the floor to prevent his stomach from churning feelings.
Kuchel clears her throat, wanting to keep the game going. "Well, isn't this a lively game?" she says, her voice light and cheerful, though you can detect a hint of concern beneath the facade. "Let's keep it moving, shall we?"
It's now Connie's turn.
"Never have I ever…" Connie seems to be in a state of indecisiveness, not knowing whether to confront you discreetly in this game or just keep it going. He decides on the former, obviously, Connie isn't Connie without stirring something up. "Abandoned my friends over a misunderstanding."
As Connie's words hang in the air, a hush falls over the table, the weight of his confession palpable amidst the tense atmosphere. His gaze lingers on you for the entire time, almost attacking you in a way, a silent challenge hidden within the depths of his eyes, before he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE NEVER" side and smirks.
So does Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha, Ymir, Historia, Kuchel, Carla, Levi, and obviously you. You've never done that, and you don't know what he's implying, but whatever it is, you hope he stops it.
"You should put that down, [Name]." Connie provokes, his voice low as his eyes never leave yours, he's content like this, gazing into your eyes and mentally taking a picture of how pretty you look, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that you struggle to decipher.
"I have never done such a thing, so I'll leave it up thanks." You reply firmly, your tone tinged with a hint of defiance. Despite the tension crackling between you, you stand your ground, unwilling to back down in the face of Connie's provocation.
"Are you sure?" Connie's question hangs in the air, his gaze piercing as he awaits your response. You feel the weight of everyone's stare on you as you try to understand at what he's hinting at, but you fail. It's too vague, too foggy to see clearly.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Alright, I'll change my play then," Connie replies, giving up confronting you and turning his head to the side to glare at Eren. " Never Have I Ever, made someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding." He says emphasizing each word of the game.
As Connie redirects his question towards Eren, the tension in the room thickens once again. Eren's expression tightens, his jaw clenching as he meets Connie's gaze with a mixture of defiance and unease. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, each person holding their breath as they wait for Eren's response. Eren feels guilty, yes, however, he also hates the position Connie has put him in, with no way out.
Connie starts, flipping his paddle to 'I HAVE NEVER', and everyone else follows suit Now all that is left is Eren, and his mother being his mother can't help but want to interject in between this whole ordeal but gets stopped by Kuchel who whispers something to her that calms her down and makes her rethink her judgement.
Eren hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. Finally, he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE" side, his confession echoing loudly in the silence that follows.
"Go on then, tell the story." Connie prompts, his voice cutting through the silent and tense atmosphere like a knife. His eyes glared into Eren's side profile, sarcastic yet tinged with a hint of curiosity about how this would all play out.
"I. . ." Eren hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper as he gathers his thoughts. The weight of everyone's stare feels like a physical pressure on his shoulders, pressing him to reveal the truth, to confront the past he'd rather forget.
"It was a few years back," Eren begins, his voice strained with emotion. "I created a misunderstanding between someone close to me and the rest of my friends by manipulating an audio out of its original context, I was selfish and wanted everything about them to myself, their darkest secret, their secret hobbies, the little things that make them happy, I wanted that all to be confided in me, so I thought if I make her hate everyone else, maybe they'd promote me to being their best friend instead of just a friend."
As Eren's words hang in the air, a heavy silence settles over the room, each syllable of his confession echoing with the weight of his regret. You're practically hugging the tension by now, it's thick. You look at Eren as he pours his heart out, confessing to his crimes and hoping to be accepted again.
"And it totally backfired, The person I longed for, the person I wanted all to myself was gone within a few days, I gained nothing and lost everything," Eren continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "I let my own insecurities and desires cloud my judgment, and in doing so, I created a huge void between the friendship of many."
His admission is met with a mixture of reactions from those gathered around the table. Mikasa's expression softens with understanding, while Connie's features harden with resentment. Sasha looks on with a mixture of sympathy and disappointment, her gaze shifting between Eren and the others. You put two and two together, this is about you. This whole thing is about you,
"So yes, I did make someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding, and yes, I dread it every day," Eren's voice wavers with the weight of his admission. His eyes flicker briefly to yours, a silent plea for forgiveness hidden within their depths, before he averts his gaze, unable to bear the intensity of the moment. "But if I had the chance to undo it all, I'd probably revert time back to when we were strangers so that I'd never be able to hurt them."
That hits you hard, you never thought he felt that way and blamed himself to that severity. You're just as awful as him, you never double-checked on your friends, you just went along with whatever Eren had manipulated leaving behind everyone. This includes Connie who looks at you to see the realisation form in your eyes and face. He smiles a genuine smile for the longest time in a while. He doesn't blame you one bit, all he wants is for you to come back.
"I'm sorry, truly. I'll head to bed first." Eren says, his voice filled with remorse as he rises from the floor. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a silent plea for understanding evident in his eyes, before he turns and makes his way out of the room. His mother and Mikasa are quick to follow after him, this causes Historia, Ymir, and Sasha to also bid their goodnights to the Kuchel and go to their designated rooms for the night.
"Poor kids, the lot of you, hope you all figure it out peacefully." Kuchel begins before ruffling Levi's head and giving you a side hug. "I'm also a bit tired, so goodnight children."
As the others disperse for the night, leaving only Connie, Jean, you, and Levi in the room, a heavy silence settles over the space. The events of the evening weigh heavily on everyone's minds, casting a somber mood over the atmosphere.
Levi is the last to leave, mustering the courage to pat your back a bit. "I'll be in my office." if you need anything is what he leaves out but you understand, you finish it off for him in your head.
With a nod of gratitude directed to him, you watch him leave as he heads to his office. You make a mental reminder to tell him to go to bed later on.
"So now you know the truth," Jean begins, his voice somber as he looks at you with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "I'm sorry you had to hear all that tonight. It must be a lot to take in."
"Yeah a bit, but what's worse is having to see Eren blame himself that much over a trivial misunderstanding," you explain, frustration creeping into your voice.
"I'm sorry, what?" Connie scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at you with utter confusion written on his face. "Trivial? the same trivial that made you go no contact for 4 fucking years, [Name]."
"It wasn't trivial then," you admit, your voice softening as you recall the pain of those years. "Back then, my whole world was crumbling, but now it is trivial."
"Makes sense, I'm guessing you've evolved as 10 times more wonderful as you were before," Jean comments, his tone sincere as he offers you a supportive smile.
"It wasn't trivial for me, not all of these years, not one bit," Connie interjects, his voice firm and sincere, his eyes locked with yours. The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air as you curse yourself for your choice of words.
"Of course, I'm sorry," you respond, your voice softening with remorse. "In my eyes, you were in the wrong, not me, so it was easy to push myself past it. But since you're not anymore, I can't imagine how it must've been for you."
"When you apologize so sincerely, it's hard for me to stay mad at you," Connie admits, his tone softening as he looks at you with a mixture of relief and understanding. There's a glimmer of forgiveness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that he's willing to let go of the past and move forward with you.
You feel a weight lift from your shoulders at his words, a sense of gratitude washing over you for his willingness to forgive. "You've always been soft-hearted so no surprise there." you chuckle, grateful for his understanding.
"So you're all famous, how'd that miracle happen?" you inquire, changing the subject to something lighter and joking with them.
Connie chuckles, scratching his head. "Beats me, I just followed what me and you brainstormed on YouTube ideas and then instantly I gained views after view after views."
"Speaking of you, hope you won't sue us," Jean adds with a playful grin, "You practically produced every song on our albums"
"Well you know my name, isn't that enough credit?" you retort with a smirk, your tone lighthearted as you play along with the teasing.
"Apparently there's this whole law section to it, where we'd need to know where you are, your bank account, and other sticky law stuff."
"Right, well I can't really blame you then, Can I?" You yawn, feeling the fatigue creeping in after the long and emotionally charged evening. The weight of the day's events hangs heavily on your shoulders, and the warmth of nostalgia is slowly being replaced by the heaviness of exhaustion.
"Yeah, I guess not," Connie replies with a sympathetic smile, noticing your tired demeanor. "You should get some rest, [Name]. It's been a long day."
You stand up from the floor, feeling the weariness in your limbs as you stretch out the kinks from sitting for so long. With a tired but grateful smile, you nod at Connie and Jean, acknowledging their concern who are now also standing up.
"I need to catch up with Levi, so you guys go hit the beds first," you say, motioning towards the door. You feel a pang of guilt at the distance that has grown between you and your friends, wishing things could be as they once were, free of misunderstanding and conflict.
But before Connie and Jean can leave, you stop them in their tracks. "I'm sorry, Con," you say, your voice laced with sincerity as you reach out to hug them both tightly. "And you too, Jean. I've missed you guys more than words can say."
Connie and Jean return the hug with equal fervor, their embrace a comforting reminder of the bond you once shared. "I missed you more," Connie murmurs, his voice soft with emotion. "Yeah, it's good to have you back," Jean adds, his tone warm and welcoming.
"Okay, goodnight y'all before you make me cry," you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as tears threaten to well up in your eyes. With a final squeeze, you release Connie and Jean from the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you at their understanding and forgiveness.
As they bid you goodnight and head off to their rooms, you watch them go with a renewed sense of hope and determination. You sigh in amazement at how everything is all aligned together, almost pre-written.
You head to Levi's office, but before you can enter, you notice the balcony door open, inviting in a chilly breeze from the snowstorm dying down. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself drawn to the balcony, wondering who might be there and what might they be doing out there. With cautious steps, you approach the door and peek outside, finding Eren standing against the railing, gazing out into the night sky smoking a cig.
You hesitate at the threshold, the cool night air swirling around you as you watch Eren, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky. There's a heaviness in the air, a palpable tension that hangs between you, unspoken words lingering in the space like ghosts of the past.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure of how to proceed. Part of you wants to retreat, to leave Eren to his solitude and spare yourself the agony of confronting the memories that flood your mind at the sight of him. But another part of you, a stubborn and persistent part, urges you to stay, to face him head-on and finally address the unresolved issues that have haunted you for so long.
As you step onto the balcony, the sound of your footsteps seems to echo in the quiet night air. Eren turns as he hears you approach, his movements stiffening as he stubs out his cigarette and mumbles an apology. His attempt to leave is met with your firm resolve, and you reach out to close the door behind you, cutting off any chance of escape.
"Eren, wait," you say, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "We need to talk."
He hesitates, his hand hovering over the door handle, his expression guarded as he meets your gaze. There's not much tension between you, he just feels guilty and the presence you're presenting yourself is welcoming and forgiving.
He nods slowly, his expression serious as he takes a step closer to you. "I know," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "There are things I need to say, things I need to apologize for."
"Let's do it then," you reply, your voice soft but resolute as you meet his gaze. "I'm listening."
Eren takes a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions as he gathers his thoughts. "I want to apologize," he begins, his voice tinged with sincerity, guilt, and blame. "For everything. For the pain I caused you, for the misunderstandings, for the distance between us."
You feel a pang of sympathy at his words, recognizing the genuine remorse in his voice. "I appreciate your apology, Eren," you say, your tone gentle but firm. "But there's something I want you to understand."
He nods, his expression somber as he waits for you to continue.
"I honestly never blamed you or anyone else for that matter, yes I was a bit sad but I never held resentment against any of you. You shouldn't either."
Eren's somber expression softens, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at your unexpected confession. He takes a moment to process your words, his gaze searching yours for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, a weight lifting from his shoulders at your forgiveness.
"I'd never forgive me," he murmurs, his voice tinged with anger, only ever directed at himself. "But I still feel responsible, you know? Responsible for the pain I caused you and everyone but mostly you, for the years that went by all because of my actions."
"I'm past that, Eren. You should be too. Learn how to forgive yourself in this process." Your words seem to strike a chord with Eren, his gaze softening as he listens to your reassurance. He takes a moment to absorb your advice, his expression thoughtful as he considers your words.
"If it was anybody else, I think it'd be a bit easier to forgive myself. But it's you, [Name], and you're thousands of worlds apart from anyone else." He confesses, eyes looking down at the floor of the balcony as he avoids your gaze.
"If we want to move past this, You need to come to terms with the fact that we all make mistakes, Eren. It's how we recover from them." You remind him, your words hanging in the air until Eren fully understands them.
He chuckles, still staring at the ground as he thinks about how truly amazing you are. He can't believe he ever let someone like you out of his grasp. You're so kind and loving and welcoming and… and just perfect. He feels the insides of his sides tingle, either from the cold breeze of the wind or his admiration for you, he's unsure but he knows that he now has the chance to hold on to you a little tighter, a second chance at being your friend and that's a blessing he'll never take for granted again.
"Promise?" You ask, tilting your head downwards to get a good look at him.
"Promise" He replies, his voice filled with conviction. He swears to himself that he'll never wrong you again, even if his life is on the line. He's serious about you and won't let any more mistakes deter him from you.
"Then, c'mere." You say softly, your voice carrying a tenderness that melts away the remaining tension between you. Without hesitation, Eren steps forward, closing the distance between you as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.
He misses this, misses you so much even though you're right there. He begins to hate himself even more on how many years he's deprived himself of your presence and before you even know it, he's full-on sobbing onto your shoulder. You feel bad for cooing and smiling, but it's nice knowing that someone missed you so much, that they'd cry by the physical touch of yours. It's endearing, very much so.
At that moment, you realize the depth of his longing, the magnitude of his regret, and the weight of his guilt. It's a bittersweet revelation, one that fills you with empathy and compassion for him. Despite the pain he's caused, you can't help but feel a swell of affection for him, a desire to ease his suffering and heal his wounded heart.
"C'mon now, why are you crying?" You ask, your words tinged with playful sarcasm. Deep down, you know the reason behind his tears, but you want to lighten the mood and offer him some comfort in a more casual manner.
Eren lifts his head from your shoulder, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he wipes away his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckles softly, a hint of sheepishness in his expression as he meets your gaze.
"I missed you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot."
You smile at his confession, feeling your heart swell with warmth at his sincerity. Despite everything that's happened between you, his words touch you deeply, reminding you of the bond you share and the strength of your friendship.
"I missed you too," you reply softly, your voice filled with understanding and compassion. "And I won't ever do that again, communication is key from now on."
"You good?" You ask as he stares at you for a while, still wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.
"Yeah,
"Alright, wanna head to bed then?" you ask, offering him a gentle smile.
He nods in response, and together you step back into the warmth of the room, the chilly night air replaced by the comforting embrace of the indoor temperature.
"I'll see you tommorow, Eren," You say luring him in for one last hug before biding goodbyes. "Goodnight"
"Goodnight, [Name]," Eren replies, returning the hug with a warmth that speaks volumes. As you part ways for the night, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, one you didn't know you needed until a few minutes ago. It comes with a nice sigh of relief. You decide to go check on Levi before heading towards your own bed for the night.
You quiety make your way to his office, careful not to startle him, if that's even possible. Your footsteps barely make a sound as you approach the door. With a gentle knock, you announce your presence before entering, not wanting to startle him if he's in the middle of something important. But he doesn't seem to reply.
You enter Levi's office and are met with the sight of him peacefully asleep at his desk. His usually stern expression is softened in slumber, and there's a faint hint of neutrality expressed on his face. For a moment, you're tempted to take a picture to capture this rare moment of vulnerability, but you resist the urge, not wanting to disturb him or break his boundaries.
Instead, you quietly approach his desk, careful not to make any noise that might wake him. You take in the sight of him sleeping, admiring the way his features relax in sleep and the way his steady breathing fills the room with a sense of calm. You contemplate brushing his locks from his eyes but decide against it knowing he wouldn't be too comfortable with that.
As much as you hate to disturb his rest, you know he'll be more comfortable sleeping in a proper bed. With great care, you lean down and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake to rouse him from his slumber.
Levi," you say softly.
He stirs at your touch, blinking sleepily as he slowly wakes up. He looks up at you, his gaze turning neutral as he takes in your presence.
"You'll get cramps sleeping like that."
Levi blinks a few times, still groggy from his nap, before his gaze focuses on you. He takes in your words, a faint frown appearing on his face as he realizes the situation. He doesn't like that you caught him sleeping, he feels embarrassed, which is unlike him so he immediately jolts up from his sleeping position and stands up.
"I was only resting my eyes, I was about to go."
Levi's sudden movement startles you for a moment, but you quickly recover, sensing his discomfort. You can tell that he's trying to brush off the situation, his tone casual as he tries to downplay his embarrassment. You play it off with him, wanting him to be more comfortable.
"Yeah, okay." You play along, offering him a reassuring smile to ease his embarrassment. "Anyways, I'm heading to bed so goodnight."
Levi mutters a brief "Goodnight" under his breath before nodding in your direction. He doesn't linger on the moment, swiftly gathering his things and preparing to leave his office. You can sense his desire to retreat into the solitude of his own space, and you don't want to intrude any further on his privacy.
As you head up the stairs and to your own designated room for the night, you wonder how things have become what they are right now, it all started with a little bit of confrontation and then everything resolved itself lke a knot being undone. You hope that everything stays the way it is but knowing how life is, that's more of a wish than anything else. As you feel your eyes become heavy, you wonder what tomorrow has in its stalls for you.
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Angel - Paige bueckers
part 1
• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}
•warnings {none (for now)}
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bellas pov
“Im just saying, a rom com romance would be fantastic tight now” I state to my best friend, Avery. “i mean everyday is the same thing over and over” i continue. I can tell she doesn’t care, Avery’s been in a relationship with her high school sweetheart, Jake since freshman year.
“you need to stop being desperate” she says scooting closer to me on our couch.
this may sound rude, but thats just how Avery is, ane i guess ive gotten used to it
“nobody understands me” i say dramatically as i get up and walk towards my room.
“remember, we are going out tonight” Avery yells
fuck. i forgot.
i hate going out, theres to many people
i feel like sometimes Avery relyes on me, i mean sometimes i wanna hang out with other people, not just her. Avery on the other hand, im her only friend and i understand why, i love her but she is so mean to any and everyone that she comes across.
a few hours pass and i begin getting ready. i put on a matching pink set with a tube top and a mini skirt, i feel cute, i cant wait for this to get ruined by a bunch of drunk, sweaty college students.
i know i take a while to get ready, i mean its taken me two hours to pick my outfit and do my hair and i haven’t even started my makeup yet. my excuse is that you can never rush perfection.
“bella cmon we gotta go” Avery yells, ‘how is she ready so early’ i think to myself, finishing my coat of mascara.
“ok, ok, im ready” i say 20 minutes later. i can tell shes pissed, but it doesn’t bother me.
“your so dramatic, its a 5 minute walk” Avery says, annoyed, as always.
“i am not made for walking”
its only been 5 minutes since our arrival and i want to leave
“hey baby” a clearly drunk guy says, while he slyly brings his hand to my bare waist.
“who are you” i say, bluntly
“hey loosen up princess” he says, getting closer
i do like that nickname. but i hate him.
“im gonna go now”
i dont know if im straight, to be honest. i was raised in a household where anything but straight was a sin, so i never really questioned my interests. but whenever i see a girl who is tall and strong, my straightness goes out the window, and i feel like im sinning. ive never done anything with a girl before and im scared, i dont know if i ever would.
i walk away from the drunk man and towards the bar
“oh my god im so sorry” ‘fuck. why am i so clumsy’, i say to the girl i bumped into
“nah your all good” she says, looking down at me
i hadn’t looked at her, but now that i am. i never wanna stop. shes tall and blonde.
“hi, im paige” she says, breaking my admiration.
“im bella” i say, shamelessly checking her out
she has on grey sweatpants and a black tshirt. hot.
“do you go here” she says, continuing the conversation.
“uh, yeah, im a junior” i say, stuttering. why am i stuttering
“are you nervous?” she says, bringing her face closer to my own. yes, i am so nervous, you make me so nervous, ohmygodohmygodohmygod
“no” i say, unconvincingly.
“you sure?” she questions again. im not ok
“your on the basketball team, right?” i say, attempting to shift the conversation
she chuckles
“yeah” she states, moving back to her original position, further away from me. come back
“have you heard of me” she says, cockily
“i think everyone has here” i say, to be honest, i dont know anything about basketball. but ive heard of her before and her eyes have me trapped, there so blue and inviting.
what am i saying
“i wanna know more about you though” she whispers, moving closer than before.
“what do you wanna know” i say wrapping my arms around her neck. i dont know where all this confidence has came from
“yo paige” some girl says, she turns around and breaks the position we were in.
“iceee” she says, dapping up her teammate
im offended.
i make my way from her and towards my friend group. i want to go home
“was that you flirting with paige bueckers”
“we were just talking, shes not interested”
“girl, paige would be interested in a tree if it had a pussy, she is definitely interested” chanel says
everyone laughs. but me
im confused, why am i attracted to her, i like men, not women.
“bella cmon, lets get you home” Avery says, i mentally thank her from saving me from this conversation.
i tuck myself into bed after taking my outfit and makeup off and get ready for my favourite activity. sleep, until.
xxx-xxx-xxx
- hey is this bella?
what the fuck. do i have a stalker
bella
- yes
xxx-xxx-xxx
- hahah thank god
- this is paige
what the fuck
A/N - first fic, how do we feeeelllllllll
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Teacher's pet - NR
Summary: Things get complicated with your favorite professor.
Professor ! Natasha Romanoff x Student ! Reader
Smut, age gap (legal r), bottom!Nat, top!Reader, teasing, pet names, praise and degrading kink, angry sex, choking, vaginal fingering (n receiving), breast sucking (n receiving), cum denial, begging, semi-public sex (kind of), gagging (panties inside nat's mouth)
Words count: 1200+ Based on lyrics "Teacher's pet" by Melanie Martinez
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You were done, you couldn't stand anymore the people talking to your back. The last class had finished, you walk down to her office, stumping in without caring if there was someone inside.
"I'm tired of this" her eyes widened, not knowing what's going on.
"What happened, baby?"
"I don't want everyone around me calling me the teacher's pet," you sighed as you took seat on the chair in front of your professor's desk.
"You know you're not," she sweetly said, trying to calm you down "you're so special to me, detka."
"If I'm so special why am I a secret?" you demand her, tired of being hide.
"What the fuck is that?" Natasha's patience was non-existent now.
"Do you regret the things we shared cause I'll never forget," the redhead bites her inner cheek, not responding to your question "well do you tell me, then."
"Of course I don't, y/n, stop with that, grow up."
"I know I'm young but my mind is well beyond my years."
Natasha's fingers pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, she can't stand this kind of behavior, but she knew in what she was getting into when you both started this.
"I know this wouldn't last, go home, y/n." tears began to form in the corner of your eyes, standing up to walk towards her, rounding the desk.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself for leaving here."
"Why don't you do it for yourself?" the head tilt of the redhead challenging you.
"One last time."
You were trapped by her, so fucked up that she was the only thing running in your mind all the time, thinking every fucking second in her.
Your hand quickly went to her neck, applying a little pressure before leaning towards her face, hoovering her lips, not kissing her yet.
"I hate you, Natasha," you hot breath crashing hers because of the few centimeters you two were apart.
"I hate you too, y/n,"
You didn't waste more time, your lips colliding in a rough, passionate kiss. The heavy feelings were release in the action of your mouths moving in synchrony, a muffled moan leaving Natasha's throat as you apply more pressure on it.
"Don't make me wait." she breath out, but if this was going to be the last time you're not gonna be quick.
"Shut up, Miss Romanoff." your lips find hers again, your tongue flicks over her lower lip, entering her mouth, she sucks it making you groan into the kiss.
You both separate because of the lack of air, eyes full of lust and desire, a little of anger in yours to be honest, but that was just gonna make the things more interesting.
You trail wet kisses from her jaw and down her neck, little whimpers scaping her mouth as you suck on her neck, clearly leaving marks on it, but you didn't care anymore.
Natasha was the dominant most of the times, but the anger you had in this moment won to her.
Your hands went to the collar of her shirt, tugging and ripping it out of her body, she was about to complain about her favorite shirt being ruined but the second your warm lips suck on her neck again she forgot everything.
Her hands were on your hair, pulling you closer if that was even possible, you managed to unclipped her lace bra with one hand, flicking your mouth between her breast.
"Fuck, why do you feel so good," you couldn't even stand look at her, that's why you turned her over, pressing her flat to the desk.
"Shut up, I don't want to listen you," you grabbed the hem of her pencil skirt, the delicate fabric was now tugged on her waist, leaving her exposed for you.
Natasha didn't complain, she loved the rough sex, giving and receiving, and when you had that dominant attitude she become in the really submissive slut she was.
You ripped her panties too, leaving them in the side of the desk, quickly thrusting two fingers inside her dripping cunt.
She tried her best to be quiet, but when your thumb circled her clit, she couldn't help but let out a loud moan.
"I told you I don't want to listen to you," you grabbed the ripped panties, making them a ball, leaning over her without stop your thrusting, "open,"
Natasha parted her lips as you pushed the fabric into her mouth to shutting her up, she looked at you mischievously, you knew she liked that more than she should.
"You're such a fucking loud slut, aren't you, Natasha?" you curled your fingers making her eyes close shut, she nodded at your words as you lean back.
You looked at her thighs trying to rub together, slipping one of your legs and making pressure to your hand, making it go deeper into her.
She was dripping, you felt it in your skin, how she was leaking at every thrust.
Natasha was a whimpering mess, silent moans leaving her throat as the pantie ball muffled her noises.
Her walls began to clench around your fingers, her legs shaking slightly and her hands grabbing the end of the desk tightly, with knuckles because of the hard grip.
You leaned over to take off her mouth the fabric, hearing her took a deep breath.
"I know you're close, beg for it," your husky voice resound in her ears.
"Please, y/n,"
"I know sluts like you can make it better than that," you curled your fingers again, fastening your thrusts.
"I'll be good for you, please, l-let me cum," she practically cried out, rocking her hips back to your hand.
"You won't leave me,"
"No, no I won't, I- please!" she couldn't hold it anymore, overwhelmed by the warm feeling on her lower stomach, the knot ticking for her release.
"Cum for me, Miss Romanoff,"
Natasha shout your name, it was pure luck that no one else were in the school at that time, because if it was someone, it definitely would hear the authority professor moaning your name.
You helped her ride her high, not stopping your thrust, going harder on her, her body shaking by the aftershocks of her orgasm, legs trembling tiredly.
Once you felt her body relaxing, you took out your fingers, grabbing her arm with your other hand yo stand her up.
Flushed cheeks and parted lips panting for air, you lift your hand and thrust your fingers inside her mouth, she didn't deny them, sucking with such devotion as you looked at her with pure lust in your eyes.
You took them out, cleaning her saliva with a paper tissue of her desk.
"I still hate you, Natasha," you sigh annoyed, you didn't hate her, that was the worst part, you love her.
"I'm not going to leave you, I- I" she cut herself off, not sure if it was the right time to say it.
"You what?" your eyes met hers, forest green shinning for you.
"I love you, y/n."
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#black widow#natasha romanoff smut#natasha marvel#scarlett johansson#scarlett johansson smut#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romonova#natalia alianovna romanova#black widow x reader#natasha x y/n#natasha x you
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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑫𝑬
** gif by the amazing @inklore who made this for me, love u bby thank you so much!!!
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
genre: smut, hurt/comfort
word count: 3.5k
summary: a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.
warnings: spoilers for episode three, oral (giving), shower sex, piv, lots of emotions, hugging joel because he needs it, soft!joel
a/n: i'm still fucking crying tbh
“August 29, 2023,”
“If you find this please do not come into the bedroom. We left the window open so the house wouldn't smell. It will probably be a sight. I’m guessing you found this Joel. Because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps hehehehehehe Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway, I never liked you. But still, it's like we're friends. Almost. And I respect you. So I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand. I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here, we have a job to do. And god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep—”
Ellie’s voice trails off, making you look up from the corner of the wall your eyes were digging a hole in. She presses her lips together, eyes moving away from the heartbreaking letter. Joel’s eyes snap up, and without saying a word he snatches the letter from her hands and reads it for himself. You have the urge to come close and peer at the words as well, but you don’t dare. You zero in on his expression; the crease between his brows deepens, the corner of his lips pulling down. He swallows.
“Stay here,” he croaks, heading to the door.
It slams shut. Leaving you and Ellie inside, you turn to her, “What did it say?” you ask despite having a solid guess of what the answer might be.
Ellie doesn’t look up. Her stance is relaxed but the tension tolling over her shoulders is visible. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and answers, “Tess,” she says. “Bill was telling Joel to keep her safe,”
“Oh shit,” you whisper instinctively. Ellie nods.
“My thoughts exactly,”
You drop your bag, the sudden relief of it being gone making you feel lighter than ever. You know he’ll be mad if you try to talk about it. But you also don’t have it in you to leave him to wallow in his own self-pity. Joel is a protector. And from what you’ve heard, Bill was also one. Protector to protector. The message was abundantly clear and Joel had failed again and again. You hate to word it like that, but you know that’s what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about Sarah, about Tess. About Tommy who might be already dead. Now, he has to deal with you and Ellie. You, he found in Boston with Tess, covered in bruises and cuts, ration cards stolen and beaten to a pulp.
You turn to Ellie one last time, she’s already staring at you, it’s slightly unnerving. “Wait here, don’t touch anything that might kill you. Stock up,”
“Aye Aye Captain.”
And you leave.
The sun is shining, not a single cloud in the sky. Your eyes lock onto Joel as soon as you step over the threshold; his back turned, letter in hand, shoulders slumped. He looks around the neighborhood, then back down to the letter. He repeats the motion a couple of times as if he can’t believe what’s happening around him. You follow the path his eyes draw, looking around and back at him. You wonder if this neighborhood is similar to the one he used to live in.
“Hey,” you finally call out, your voice sounding scratchy. Joel flinches, he crumples the piece of paper and stuffs it in his pocket. “Are you okay?”
“We need to get out of here,” he answers, fingers tightening around the key, he heads to the garage. You follow.
When the two of you are inside, you see his resolve finally starting to crack. He pops the hood open, looks inside, and slams it shut. Pressing his palms into the smooth surface, his head falls, body shaking with his every breath. Your steps are silent as you approach him, your eyes trail over the roundness of his shoulders, the dip of his shirt.
You bite down the inside of your cheek, not stopping until you feel a sharp sting. Holding your breath, you place a hand over his shoulder, gently squeezing.
He flinches, it’s the most minimal reaction, something you only felt because you were physically touching him. “Is this okay?” you ask.
Joel nods, his swallow audible. “Yeah, it’s fine,”
“Can I hug you?”
He tenses under your fingertips. You don’t make a move until you feel the small nod he makes. “Sure,” his voice cracks. “If you want to,”
Some part of you wants to ask ‘do you?’ but of course, you don’t. Of all the months you’ve known him, he’s never once verbally asked anyone for anything. If you give it, he’ll take it. Your hand smooths a path down his arm, the other rounding his waist. You take a deep breath as you press your forehead between his shoulder blades, you feel the steadiness of his heartbeat.
Joel is still tense but less than before. Your fingers curl around his wrist, and your other hand lays right above his heart, nails softly biting into the fabric of his shirt.
Much to your surprise, his hand covers your own, thick fingers lacing into yours. It gives you courage. It gives you hope. You press further into him, hug him with your entire body hoping that the warmth you provide is enough to soothe him, even for a second.
“Sorry,” he grunts out, squeezing your hand, he brings it to his lips. His mustache tickles your skin, and he eases his lips into you, something between a kiss and a press of skin. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so angry all the time, there’s a weight on my chest that never leaves. You understand?” you nod and he continues. “I’m not like Bill. Not in the way he thought that I was. I’ve always been afraid—Even after…”
You feel him shaking his head, and your grip around him tightens. You do understand. You’ve felt it too, but he made it easier, help you lift that weight despite not being a man of many words, his presence gave you strength.
You want to stay like this forever. Holding him, feeling him. He’s incredibly warm.
“I’m not strong enough,” he lastly says, whispering your name right after. “I can’t keep you or Ellie safe,”
You feel the brush of lips over your knuckles. He allows you to cradle his scruffy cheek. It feels like a dream almost, which makes you acutely aware of how much he must be hurting right now. Your heart breaks.
“You are,” you whisper, fingers moving along his beard. “We’re going to stock up, find Tommy, and get Ellie to the fireflies. Then we’re done. Maybe we can even come back here,”
He scoffs, “How are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Hopeful,”
“It’s because I have you.”
You know he’s confused. You can feel it simmering under his skin, face heating up under your hand. He’s confused as to how something positive could be spurred from his existence. But it’s the truth. And he needs to hear it. He needs to know that it’s not only grief, and sadness, that follow his every footstep like a shadow. His strength gives those around him a chance to grow, a chance to be more human. Allowing them to live and relax while he carries the burden.
His methods might be brutal, and the words he says might cut deeper than a knife ever could, but it comes from a place of a twisted sense of love.
“We should head back inside,” he murmurs and pulls at your hand. “I’ll make the truck battery and we grab what we can while it charges,”
“Okay,” you take a step back, already feeling the ache of not feeling him against your person. “I’ll go check on Ellie.”
Joel doesn’t say a word, nor looks at you, he only nods.
You still can’t fucking believe it.
Hot fucking water.
You’re impatiently sitting in one of the guest bedrooms, Ellie is downstairs, already taken her shower and Joel is still inside, a soft slow of steam slithering its way out of the cracks of the door.
You sitting there and waiting for Joel to get out isn’t probably the most efficient thing to do but you can’t help it, you feel giddy. Your leg bobs up and down as you wait. The mere thought of having warm water rolling down your tattered skin makes your heart leap to your throat—
The running water stops and your eyes fly to the door. A couple of minutes later it opens. A wet, clothed, Joel makes his way through the steam. It looks mystical, almost.
He stops when he sees you.
“What are you doin’ here?”
“Waiting to use the shower,” you grin, not shying away from openly raking your eyes up and down his body. “Looking good, Miller,”
He rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, your pussy bottoms out at the way his biceps bulge from underneath the flannel. “Well, I’m done now. Have fun,”
Joel moves towards the door and you jump up barely in time to catch his wrist. He raises an eyebrow, eyes dropping to meet yours. His skin is still damp, if you were a cat you’d be purring by now.
“Sit down,” you choke out. “I—fuck—This is hard. I want to—”
“Don’t hurt yourself tryin’ to come up with words,” he teases and you look at him completely flabbergasted. Joel Miller actually sounds amused. It’s a goddamn miracle. He twists his hand so it’s him holding you instead, locking the door, he moves towards the bed, urging you to follow him as if this was his idea from the get-go.
“What do you want?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re standing between his spread-out legs, a chill runs up your spine. He reaches out and touches your chin. “Tell me,”
Instead of telling, you slowly sink down to your knees, fingers moving to unbutton his jeans. He spreads his legs wider as you tug them down, you trail your fingers up his thighs, feeling the soft hairs tickling the pads of your fingers. Joel’s breath hitches, muscles tensing under your touch. He’s semi-hard when you take him into your mouth. His hips buck up as you swallow, swirling your tongue around the head.
He grows harder with every lick. Your chin strains as you attempt to swallow him whole. You manage to take only half of him, your eyes squeezing shut at the pressure. Pulling up, you gasp for air. You kiss the side and flatten your tongue against it. Joel cradles your head, thumbs drawing slow circles, he guides you back down to his cock, pushing you further down.
“That’s it,” he breathes out heavily. “Just a bit more, always so fuckin’ good to me,”
He forces your gaze up, and his cock twitches above your tongue. You whimper at the way he caresses your skin, so tender, so gentle. “You are too good to me,” he repeats his words from before. “I want you to know that. I ain’t the best with words but…yeah. I’ll try to make right by you,”
If it wasn’t for his cock in your mouth, you would’ve smiled. Your heart feels so full that it overflows, the muscles of your stomach taut as you sink down, taking him until you feel the soft curls against the base of your nose. Joel holds you there, flush against his pelvis, heavily breathing as you swallow around him again and again. Spit trails down the corner of your lips, nostrils flaring as it gets harder to breathe.
When he releases you, you pull away with a pop, your lungs burning at the sudden influx of oxygen. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and start stroking him, he moans loudly, hips thrusting into your hand.
“I want you to cum down my throat, Joel,” you purr. “Use me,”
And he does.
The more desperate he becomes, the more stifled his groans get. He thrusts into your mouth, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Joel fucks deeper into your mouth, balls heavy on your chin as his thrusts become shallow. Your eyes roll back, your consciousness teetering on the edge of blacking out completely.
With a moment of desperation, you cup your mound, rubbing at your clothed clit. The friction isn’t nearly enough and you let out a moan around his length, the reverberations making his hips stutter.
Joel spills down your throat with a grunt, he presses his molars together, rolling his hips into your mouth. You swallow greedily. He tastes bitter, but that doesn’t stop you from lifting yourself on your knees to push him deeper down. He hisses, cock pulsing between your lips.
“Jesus Christ,” he slurs, head falling back. “Jesus fuckin’ christ,”
He pulls you off with a sharp tug, looking down at you between heavy lids. “You good darlin’?”
You slowly nod, lips parting with a soft sigh. Your mind is in a deep haze of lust, your body aching to be touched, to be filled. You want to say something, anything, but you’re lost for words.
“Shit, alright come on— Up,” he grabs you by the arm, helping you to stand on your feet. You shoot him a confused look, which he answers promptly. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Is it alright if I help?”
It takes you a moment to understand the question and answer, “S-Sure.”
You stand in the bathroom naked with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Joel wraps his arms around you slowly, still hesitant to touch you. He rests his chin above your shoulder, his torso bare, you sigh blissfully at the skin-on-skin contact.
“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, moving his hand down your stomach. “I thought you were excited,”
“I am,” you shudder when he drags his nose up the column of your neck, his lips following the path back down.
“Do you want me to go?”
You shake your head, “No.”
He murmurs an ‘okay’ into your skin and gently nudges you forward so you get in. The tiles are cool and slippery. It feels absurd being in such a homey-feeling bathroom after so long. It smells like lavender.
You stand there, too stunned to move until Joel joins you. He stands behind you, leaning over, naked body pressing into yours, he turns on the faucet, playing with the degree of the water until it pours warm over your skin.
“How’s that?” he mutters.
“Good,” a giggle falls from your lips. “It feels so fucking good. Unbelievable,”
Joel starts washing your body, the touch of his hands has fear behind them. A fear that you might vanish at any second. His fingers trail over every inch of your skin, exploring every curve and valley. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation of having him this close. He washes your hair, taking his time, massaging your scalp. He moves down to your back, running his hands over your spine, kneading out the tension from your muscles.
His hands move to your front, lingering over your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. He takes his time, leaving no spot untouched. The water cascades over your bodies, swallowing you and hiding you both from the tainted world outside. Wet lips trail the slope of your shoulders, fingers slipping between your folds. He drags them between your slit, circles your aching clit, and repeats. Your head falls over his shoulder, your soft moans drowned by the sound of water.
Joel holds your chin and turns you until you’re facing him, he closes the distance, molding his lips into yours. His wet tongue follows the seam of your lips and you open up for him, he moves his tongue over yours, licking the inside of your mouth. He swallows your moans and whines as you start to grind down against his palm.
His tongue presses deeper, and your legs tremble. He grinds the heel of his palm into the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning into your mouth when slick gushes into his hand. His cock lays above the curve of your ass, hot and hard.
He grinds into you, his cock pressing insistently between your cheeks. His hands grab your hips, pulling you closer to him, and his mouth moves across your shoulder and neck. His lips find your ear.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his breath heavy and hot against your neck.
“It is. I want to feel you Joel, every inch of you,”
His hands reach up, cupping your breasts, massaging gently. His thumbs circle your nipples and they harden beneath his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You roll back into him, your body craving more of his touch— of him.
Joel’s hands move down your body, his fingers tracing every inch. “Turn around for me,”
You move without hesitation. He takes a step back, letting his hands trail over you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between you and he takes you in his arms, his mouth finding yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan into his mouth, lost in him.
You allow your own hands to explore his body as well. He’s firm, arms strong and thick, hips narrowing as your fingers trace a path down within the water droplets that cling to his skin.
Affectionately, you caress his stomach. You gently press the pads of your fingers into the soft flesh, loving the way his chest heaves.
The water continues to pour down, creating a soothing background noise. He pushes his cock between your legs, moving through the slickness and sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
You move together, bodies entwined and breaths mingling. He lets out a low moan as you press your hips against his. His hands move to your back, his fingers tracing the line of your spine. He pulls you closer, his lips claiming yours again and again and again— He moans as he fucks your thighs. The bulbous head of his cock catching against your clit, the corners of your vision fade to black. Your head buzzes.
Joel continues to roll and grind, cock slipping between your legs with ease. During it, he slips into you, stretching you enough that the pain easily bleeds into the pleasure. He holds you, cock twitching as your flutter around him. You’re dripping and making a mess of him, he feels it. You know that he does by the way he bites into your skin, his growl vibrating across your body.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he says, licking the water off your skin. “Feels so good inside—Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough,”
“S-Shit Joel,”
Your breath hitches in your throat, your hips meeting his with each thrust. He holds your gaze, fucking himself deeper, harder into you. Pleasure licks the bottom of your spine, heat rolling in your stomach. The water washes away the sweat but you still burn. Joel’s hand moves up to the back of your neck, his hand big enough to press his fingers into both sides of your throat.
You nearly go limp at his hold, knees bucking at the pressure. But you trust him, and you aren’t at all surprised when he keeps you up, pounding into you as his lips slither down your neck.
He moves his hand lower, skimming down your stomach and cupping your sex. His thumb circles your clit, and you gasp as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.
You’re teetering on the edge, ready to come undone, when Joel suddenly pulls out. His fingers don’t stop, pinching your clit. You cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you, he holds you close as your body jolts. Your body is left confused, empty, yet still clenching as if Joel’s cock is still inside.
It’s so intense that tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure ripples over your skin, unfiltered whimpers falling from your lips. Your gaze drops to his cock, your eagerness to please loud in your mind. You notice that he’d already came, seed mixing with the water.
“I got you don’t worry,” he mutters, lips brushing your forehead. “You’re alright, you’re with me,”
You blink up, eyes finding Joel’s. A lazy smile spreads across your face, the water beating over your skin now cold. “Was that good?” you ask, kissing the bald spot on his chin.
“You know it was,” when you give him a knowing look, he sighs. “It was good, thank you, darlin’”
“I’m glad to hear that,” you grin, hands moving up his arms. “Now let’s get cleaned up one last time and get the hell out of here.”
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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 10
"Don't worry, we're not gonna have to fuck in a closet."
"Trying wouldn't kill us."
Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin
SATURDAY, 11:30PM
Y/n wasn't expecting so many people to be here. All of the apartments seemed small but Johnny's was packed, music blaring and smoke of all kinds hover above them all.
"FINALLY! Have a beer! Relax and join the festivities." Beau was approaching with a drink in both hands and Y/n felt an arm around her waist.
"Oh thanks Beau, we're about to hit the smoke circle though." Clyde had spun you away from a disappointed Beau but she couldn't help but laugh.
"You're getting better." Y/n put her lips to his ear so he could hear her and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. They found Snow and Lola who were six deep in the smoke circle but were more than happy to squeeze them in. Y/n was sharing a chair with Clyde when she almost slipped off the side during a coughing fit. Clyde laughed making sure she didn't hit the floor but didn't expect her to plop down on his lap once she regained her composure.
"Making yourself comfortable?" He asked trying to hide his blush.
"Yes actually. You have a very cozy lap." Clyde responded by putting one arm around her back and she rested her hand on top of his. The more they smoked the more Clyde seemed to loosen up, enough so to pull her in for a shotgun this time, letting his bottom lip brush against her own.
"We should play a game!!!" Snow jumped up and down in her chair earning some groans.
"You guys are so fucking lame. What else are we going to sit here and do?! Let's play Kings!" Snow started rooting through her bag and pulled out a deck of cards. The group had gained a few newbies, some who were just smoking and enjoying the atmosphere, others ready to play the card game. Snow explained the rules to everyone and Y/n was feeling buzzed by the time she started drinking. The only part of the game that seemed new to her was the rule for Queens. Snow thought it would be a lot more fun if some sexual tension was released. Anyone who drew a Queen had to pick someone in the circle to trap in the closet for 7 minutes. It seemed like a really immature, teenage party rule but no one sitting in the circle seemed to care.
She remained on Clyde's lap but he settled into the position, leaning his head against her arm on occasion. After the first handful of pulls Y/n almost ate shit when trying to hit the floor for a 4 of Clubs.
"Please don't hurt yourself. I'd hate to have to tell your roommate you ended up in the hospital playing for the win." Clyde teased, cheeks splotchy from drinking.
"Could you imagine? She would kick my ass." Y/n threw her arm around Clyde's neck to tighten her hold on him. The first Queen was drawn by Snow who surprisingly took Johnny into the closet. Lola set a timer on her phone. The game-play couldn't resume until the 7 minutes were up so most people just lit up and grabbed another drink.
"You want another drink?" Clyde asked reaching for the bottle opener.
"Yeah thanks." Y/n watched his hands carefully using the bottle opener and couldn't shake the idea of him using those long, slender fingers to get her off. Clyde was completely obvious to her dirty thoughts but she wasn't sure if she should push that envelope again.
"If I pull the next Queen, you'll have to take one for the team and go in there with me. I don't want to be trapped with a stranger." Y/n said watching Clyde sip his beer.
"That's fine. Sadly I don't think you'll escape the smells since that's Johnny and Beau's shared closet." Y/n scrunched her nose.
"How can anyone possibly get off in a closet that smells like death?" Y/n questioned.
"Johnny and Snow have been on and off for awhile. They could fuck in a trunk and they wouldn't be phased." Clyde explained.
"Aww." Y/n made a face earning a laugh from Clyde who almost spit his beer in his lap.
"Don't worry, we're not going to have to fuck in a closet." Clyde seemed very sure about this but Y/n shrugged.
"Trying wouldn't kill us." Y/n licked her lips making sure not to meet Clyde's gaze as he stared at her with longing. The alarm on Lola's phone went off and Denny the drummer launched the door open. Johnny's shirt was buttoned awkwardly and Snow pulled her skirt down lower.
The game resumed with another round of waterfalls, almost falling out of chairs to touch the floor and some Never Have I Ever's that were shocking.
"THAT WAS ONE TIME!" Johnny yelled making everyone laugh. Apparently shitting yourself while hooking up with someone is noteworthy enough to tell your friends about. The second Queen was pulled and Clyde flipped it around between his fingers.
"Ohhhh finally! I was hoping you would get it!" Snow clapped her hands making Clyde shake his head. Y/n remained quiet as she coyly got up off his lap to move towards the kitchen for another drink and he cleared his throat.
"Where are you going?" Clyde asked curiously.
"To get another drink? Did you want one?" She gestured over her shoulder and he huffed walking towards her, taking her hand and pulling her towards the closet. Everyone whistled and cheered as the door shut behind them, leaving them both in the dark.
"Seven minutes Stevie Wonder! Make it count." Beau slammed his fist on the door and Y/n snorted.
"Stevie Wonder is blind, not deaf. What the fuck?" Y/n was ready to argue through the door but Clyde stopped her.
"How are you feeling? You okay?" Clyde still had her hands in his own and she waited for her eyes to adjust so she could see him.
"I'm fine. Do I not seem fine?" Y/n worried how she was coming off and why he would ask her that.
"You've just had a lot to drink. Just want to make sure you're all good." He smiled.
"So have you, you seem fine." Y/n returned.
"You're not wrong but I get this wasted most weekends so my reboot is pretty good." Clyde bragged. Y/n leans her body into his more.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see this reboot in action I think." Y/n put her hand on Clyde's chest. She could feel how hard his heart was beating.
"Your heart is beating super fast. Are you nervous?" Y/n pulled Clyde's neck to her mouth to place a soft kiss on the pulse point that she could feel.
"I wasn't..." Clyde stuttered. He let Y/n run her hands through his hair and continue to suck little kisses into the side of his neck, trailing up towards his ear. Clyde closed his eyes, trying to keep his focus but the way Y/n took little nibbles into the wet skin of his neck and throat were absolutely winding him up.
"Do I make you nervous Clyde?" Y/n asked innocently.
"You know I was watching your hands earlier. You have some really sexy fingers and I would love to see how nice they feel inside me." Y/n let the hand he was holding fall to the front of her bottoms. Clyde's eyes opened wide and he stopped her hand.
"Y/n...you're making this really difficult." Clyde squeezed her hand and she pulled back.
"What? What's wrong?" Y/n questioned. Clyde let out a sigh but before he could explain himself the door flew open.
"Damn Clyde! Nice hickey!" Denny pointed at Clyde's neck. The image of his hair a mess, a fresh hickey on his neck and her hand on the waistband of his jeans must have seemed filthy to some but Y/n was trying really hard not to let herself be upset. Had she read the signals all wrong? Maybe Clyde wasn't attracted to her like that?
Maybe he really was just a really nice guy who was giving her a place to stay for the weekend. Whatever it was, Y/n scurried out of the closet to find an empty chair across the circle from Clyde's. He left the closet with his back to the group, adjusting himself before going to the kitchen to grab another drink. Lola reached out to put her hand on Y/n's leg and she shook her head that she was fine.
#Electrick Children#Clyde#Clyde x Y/n#One Shot Series#One Long Weekend#Rory Culkin#Culkin Cult#One Long Weekend Series#10/18
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Hello! I’m really excited about your parallel universes WIP and need to watch everything everywhere. It’s been on my list for over a year. I was just wondering if you have fic recs for a related topic: time travel and time loops? For Buddie. Thank you. x
omg thank youuuu parallel universes are my JAM. i hate that i even put up that poll. now everyone chose laundry and taxes and i have to commit to writing this epic alongside bethlehem arghughg hghg ghhh. yes pleaseeee watch eeaao. i'm gonna try to make it make sense without having watched it but it's SUCH a good movie. watch it when you can and in the mood for a mind fuck
i LOVEEEE time loops and time travel! for buddie? ohhhh i GOT you:
burn the straw house down by @hoediaz
(buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through)
this might have been the second one i read ever with a time loop theme in the 911 fandom and oh boyyyy the emotions! you feel like you're going THROUGH it with buck, you're right there with him. and the breathless payoff at the end. YUMMM. love love LOVEEEE the reason given on how to break the time loop
Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by @cal-daisies-and-briars
(After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken.)
soooo i also have to sneak in another parallel universes rec because this one is GOLD. it's more along the lines of Marvel's Dr. Strange and the book 'The Midnight Library by Matt Haig.' and it was just STUNNING. buck pov with moments ranging from confusion to bittersweet happiness to utter despair. the ending was mwah, mwah, chef's KISS. ughhh i love cal. wish they had a tumblr. i'll just scream in their ao3 comments it's ok. i'm ok i'm ok (THEY NOW HAVE A TUMBLR LET'S GOOOOOOO)
tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by @anxieteandbiscuits
(eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)
sami is a MASTER at making you scream into your pillow at these two lovable idiots. and boyyyy did i want to just smash their faces together and make them work it out (sorry natalia babe) loosely inspired by the 'Palm Springs' time loop movie. it was just sooooo you HAVE TO have a box of tissues with you. she will eviscerate your heart with her words and MAKE you feel what eddie is going through UGHHHHHH
Benign Fatality by @ardenetoile
(Buck repeats days until he doesn't die in them, has an underdeveloped sense of self worth, and Eddie is the one who wants to step in with him.)
what a fantastic take on time loops! buck only repeats days when he's died. so there could be strings of days/weeks/months where he lives life like normal. and eddie gets brought into it at some point, or more like he shoulders his way in because it's EDDIE and he cares. ending was amazing too, author made it truly make sense! i am so intrigued about the background on buck's ability!
Being Eddie by @cal-daisies-and-briars
(When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him.)
so this is my one time travel rec in this fandom. eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the show 'Being Erica' and BOYYYYY does he. it's currently a WIP and i'm about to read ch16 of 20. Cal is fabulous with making you feel for every aspect of a character. they moved from the prior story of buck pov to this eddie pov with flawless precision and godddd i don't know what it is about their words. they are IMPACTFUL. i read a chapter and have to lean back and think through my feelings, like I'M getting therapized. what the fuck??????????????
the persistence of memory by @anxieteandbiscuits
(Buck gets shot, Eddie has to keep reliving the day until he can figure out what the universe is trying to tell him)
last but DEFINITELY not least is this one, my love. if i can imprint this on my heart, blood and papercuts and ripped out ribs and all, i WOULD. i will never have enough time or breath to speak on this fic. it was one of the first 3 fics i read in this fandom. and FUCKKKK did sami pull me in. i think i wasn't even caught up with the show but it DOESN'T matter. she set it after s4 and eddie goes throughhhh it on time loops. the beautiful prose, the sweeping emotions from eddie to buck. the 118 firefam ensemble comedy.
the LOVE CONFESSIONS???? multiple????? each one made me teary and one made me outright cry. they were all different and they were all perfect on every iteration of the worst day of eddie's life. i sometimes turn over my pillow at 3 am and get a visceral flash of buck's shocked and bloody face when REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED and have to take a deep breath and rub my chest because sami did it AGAIN and my brain just likes me to remember these moments i've read and scanned into my brain apparently to play on loop
ANYWAY i got really excited. happy reading anon! thank you for letting me rant about the top 6 fics with these themes off the top of my head. <333
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OH MY GODS
IM GOING INSANE
CHAPTER 8 HOLY SHIT
DUDE
Bravo is so angry and so so wrong about how things work, he just walks in and expects to be accepted with open arms by people he’s never met before after he explains that he spawned in the Overworld and Tango did in Hels. Like, do you actually think people will care about that? They don’t know you. They’ve never even heard of you before and some of them have known Tango for the entire 10 years that he’s been out of Hels, no matter what you tell them they know that he’s not evil because they know him, they know his character, the kind of person he is.
The fucking entitlement of this man to just waltz in and claim this should be his life and his friends and his soulmate because according to him Tango is just Evil Bravo and anything Tango has achieved in his years outside of Hels was somehow stolen from Bravo. Hate to break it you man but I can assure you that had you guys never been swapped you would have lived a very different life from the one Tango has, you’re assuming that a lot of stuff “corresponds” to you that really just doesn’t.
Ok… I’m done… with the Bravo rant, not with the ask.
THE FACT THAT JIMMY COULD FEEL TANGO’S EMOTIONS THROUGH THAT WHOLE THING, OMG, THAT WAS SO GOOD! I was also pretty relieved when I realized that Jimmy was using the soulbond to read Tango cause he could tell Tango was being genuine about a lot of things and was actually seriously terrified of what was going on in a way that being confronted by your doppelgänger you supposedly wronged really shouldn’t be enough to cause. He could tell a lot of stuff was wrong and that he was missing a lot of context. There was never a risk of Jimmy falling into the same trap Bravo did of thinking of Hels players as inherently deceptive and malicious because he could tell that Tango was telling the truth right now, he could tell that Tango felt really bad about what happened and genuinely didn’t mean to trap Bravo. There might be hurt feelings and doubts in the future but in the moment, that connection through emotions I think was what kept Jimmy mostly centered on the important things. They’re really gonna need to talk after this. All of them. Man.
I was so scared when the attack started, I was not prepared. I probably should have been, considering Bravo walked in already with potions on him (I don’t actually remember if we see him taking the potion at the end of last chapter) but I didn’t even realize it was a potion. I read ‘particles’ and thought “huh, that’s weird” and moved on, I didn’t actually expect him to be ready for a fight. I did not even think he’d have back up so soon, from the way that the last chapter ended I kinda thought he was gonna scout the area by himself before it all went down. It wasn’t until the others rushed in also with ‘particles’ surrounding them that I realized that they were potions and it downed on me that this was an ambush.
It was so scary just sitting there, waiting for reinforcements that may or may not arrive. It was so stressful, especially cause we don’t really know the layout of this version of Double Life so we don’t know how far away everyone is. I could feel the dread as this just kept going and no one arrived and Jimmy couldn’t do anything about it cause it’s a 1v15 or something like that and Jimmy’s not very good at pvp anyway. So when the sound of the horn came from over the hill I was so so happy you have no idea, I actually screamed outloud along with them in a battle cry (I’m so glad I had the house empty lol). Endgame who? Never heard of her. This is the best last-minute-save in the history of cinema. I don’t care it’s not a movie, shut up.
Also! An interesting realization! In this chapter I have finally identified the main difference between Timmy and Jimmy. It is partly that Timmy is definitely more pathetic that Jimmy but, more importantly is that, unlike Timmy, who just gives up in the face of something/one stronger than him, Jimmy is a fighter. It doesn’t matter how big the threat or obstacle is, it doesn’t matter how certain he is that’s he’s gonna lose, he will never lay down and take it, even when he’s painfully aware that he’s going down he makes sure to go down kicking and screaming gods damn it. You gotta respect the man for that.
Speaking of Timmy, HE’S BACK! THE BOY IS BACK! PATHETIC WET CAT WITH FEATHERS! I MISSED YOU! I don’t think he’s gonna be very happy when he realizes he’s acting as replacement for some guy named Jimmy though fhfbfgfgf. On that note, d— did… does Bravo like Jimmy? Like, like like him? He described him as having a smile like the sun… and that line at the end, “If he can’t have the sun, he’ll learn to love its shadow,” (which btw is INSANE, that line is so freaking good!!!)… he liked Jimmy didn’t he? That’s awkward.
I’m glad Bravo is out of the grasp of Hels Tek and I hope it stays that way. Maybe hanging around Timmy will do him some good, both in realizing that not everyone in Hels is inherently evil and that Hels players are their own people, not just evil copies of their Overworld counterparts. Maybe he’ll enjoy Timmy’s company for Timmy, and not for what he thinks he can see of Jimmy on him.
Atlas is gonna be in so much trouble with Alisker. I hope it hurts. On the downside, that means they’ll be back. They might even figure out a way to open a portal without Bravo (looks at the collar suspiciously) which would be terrifying.
And the Lifers can’t take the collar off I’m going to SCREAM
holy shit you went OFF (affectionate)
bravo is horribly misinformed and has just. the WORST coping skills. over the years, tango has become his personal scapegoat for every misfortune that ever befell bravo. he’s convinced that if he and tango had never swapped places, his life would be perfect right now. which, as you said, is absolutely not the case. if he can’t realize and accept this, he’ll never be happy.
the soul bond was a neat and convenient way to sneak in a bit of tango’s perspective even tho the chapter was from jimmy’s pov, i’m SO glad it was effective.
and mannnn yeah the thing about jimmy is that like. yes he’s a sopping wet pathetic cat, cringefail loser ect ect who dies first every time, but every time he goes out fighting. he never stops trying until the bitter end and i wanted to reflect that here even if his pvp skills couldn’t stand up to a paper bag. he’ll let other players sorta push him around and make jokes at his expense but when the shit hits the fan, he always fights. this is the main difference between him and timmy, who will just roll over and die at the slightest provocation.
thanks for the commentary, this made my day <3
#hels to pay au#HTP ask#TO BE CLEAR i know jimmy actually loves the affectionate bullying#it’s a Bit he’s doing w his close good friends#but in-universe it makes for some fun characterization#ALSO i saw ur other asks but i’m gonna answer em in another post#cuz post length
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I hope my presence here hasn't been just me complaining, cause I haven't dedicated myself to art in a while lol I am Burned Out... I don't like being a negative presence
in the Positivistic sense not in the new age sense? you know? not pretending to be happy when things are bad, I want my presence to be pulsating with life even if I'm sad or angry or numb. I try not to fall into negation. Most millennial humor I grew up with is this kinda ironic 'haha I'm so depressed 🤪' thing I just don't vibe with at all. I like feeling all my feelings. If I'm depressed and numb to it all then good, lets explore that. If I'm lost and aimless then good, let's be aimless and see where this can lead me to. I want to feel the full breadth of human experience and not live life negating it. I want to reflect on what I'm doing I want to create new things! Work with the world and not despite it
but unfortunately cause I'm totally lost at sea rn this means my posts are lacking and so the internet "persona" ends up being only someone who complains. That's not where I'm at. I don't even know if this makes sense to other people who can't see my brain, am I even making sense. Anyway
I am experimenting with a lot of things art-wise to get my groove on. I've bean reading a bunch. I've been lifting weights which is turns out is super fun and I should've started ages ago. Like I didn't believe the gym could be fun, I thought people were just faking it but it turns out like. It's just self expression like any other activity. And I love to see number go up. And I love making that face you do when you're lifting heavy weights you know the one? And grunting. It's very freeing to just be able to do that. Like all my life I've been bogged down by thinking the gym is for assholes and that I should try to do the Normal Sports that I honestly fucking hate. I hate ball sports. I don't understand swimming as a sport you're trapped doing laps in that freaking pool it's the most boring sport of all time. Sure I liked thinking about nothing and swimming but laps in a pool?? Devil invention. Running is kinda the same although you can run interesting places and aren't trapped in a blue rectangle. Just do the sport you actually want to do. Go to a fight club idk. Learn to kickbox. Punch some stuff. Do push ups, I love doing push ups.
What else? I've been walking my dog for 2hours every day late in the afternoon and getting to hang with his friends at the dog park. He isn't very friendly but he's also not aggressive so it's mostly chill. He's made a friend named Draco Malfoy (she made sure to tell me it was her kid daughter's idea) and everyone calls my dog Sirius Black cause he's got black fur and is, and this is the technical term, giant. Kind of annoying that Harry Potter is still the main thing people go to to describe him. Except for one security guard who I thought was gonna say he looks like Sirius but then said he looks like Sam from Twilight. This was an awesome day
I've been trying to sew and mend my clothes. I replaced the buckle in my bag cause it was broken and I feel kind of amazing about it.
I've been writing some stuff. All unfinished yet. I want to see if I can finish the short story I've been trying to work on besides the Les Mis scripts. I have trouble finishing things I write, which is a problem that, if AO3 is any indication, is probably the world's most common roadblock in writing.
Went to the satanic themed goth club on good friday, that was so fun. We had a blast. Place was PACKED. All goths have the same sense of humor.
I guess that's it for life stuff. I do feel kinda bad that I can't get myself to make fanart right now. I'm just having thoughts on the nature of art and of fanart and the impact of it on the world as a whole. And particularly thoughts on social media and the internet and what it even *is*. What is it for? We really need to work that out.
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TRICK OR TREAT HI
WAFFLE HI HELLO <3 <3 <3 🎃🎃🎃
hope your cool with more fem!jay stuff xD i bounced between showing a few different wips but im just gonna drop this playboy bunny dick + fem!jay piece that was inspired by this and this.
🎃❤️
“I’m curious, did that actually work?” Jaye leans against the doorframe, her eyes trailing down golden, glistening skin.
Not that Dick can tell that she’s quite clearly checking him out from underneath her helmet. She does have a reputation to keep and a hero-worshiping, puppy-love, teenage crush that clearly didn’t die with her to hide.
Dick rolls his eyes, tugging at the black and white collar-bowtie secured around his neck. Tightly wrapped in dark leather spandex and fishnets, his playboy bunny outfit does not hide how fucking gorgeous he is.
“Not for the one we actually needed,” He huffs, adjusting the cuffs on his wrists. He gives her a soft smile—and it only makes her feel awful for checking him out.
Honeypot traps and the like are the least favorite type of mission for any Bat. For Dick—every hero, anti-hero, and villains’ wet dream—he must absolutely hate them.
“That’s…surprising?” As soon as it leaves her mouth, she winces.
Good going, Jaye.
He chuckles, resting his hands on his hips and shaking his head.
“You know, that’s what everyone said tonight—you, Barbara, Donna, Roy, Tim, Steph, seriously everyone,” He blows a loose strand of hair out of his eyes and grins at her. “But Madame May clearly did not want to take me home so I could steal the info she has.”
She jerks, her helmet thudding against the doorframe and derailing her own awful, impure thoughts of taking Dick home herself. She hisses, pushing off the frame and shaking her head.
Of course, Madame fucking May.
“Jaye?” Dick frowns, taking a step towards her. She shakes her head, waving him off.
“Why are you guys looking into Madame May?” She asks. His baby blues narrow just a fraction before he crosses his arms.
It does not help her or her train of thought. The leather bodysuit barely covers his nipples, crossing his arms (and oh man his arms, Jaye knows Dick can throw all the Bats around, being an acrobat and all, but goddamn) shifts the leather down just a smudge, his pecs (or as Steph would call his wonderful man-boobs but “in a nice way!”) barely contained in the tight spandex.
She kind of wants to bite ‘em. She really wants to bite 'em.
“Babs and Steph are working a trafficking ring case. They think Madame May is the leader here in Gotham but they-” Dick starts to explain.
“Can’t prove it?” She gestures, nodding and trying very hard not to let her gaze drop.
She may need to go fist fight Killer Croc or Bane after this just to feel a semblance of normalcy. Or maybe she should take Artemis’ advice and spend a week in Bana-Mighdall and get this shit out of her system.
Dick hums, tilting his head a bit. One of the bunny ears droops down and he sighs, popping his hip out and reaching up to quickly set it back straight.
Oh yeah, no. She’s fucked. No amount of the bisexual wet dreams Artemis promises her is going to fix her absolute nightmare of a crush on Dick.
“Sounds like you know her,” Dick comments.
She snorts, “Oracle or Batgirl didn’t ask me shit.”
“I’m asking,” He states. This time, she crosses her arms and stares him down.
“I’ll buy you dinner from that Vietnamese place.” Dick counters her stare, lips curling into a grin when she narrows her eyes.
“C’mon Jay, I know it’s your favorite, and,” He leans over just a bit, hands on his hips, tapping his high-heel against her shin guard. “I know you haven’t been since the last Arkham breakout.”
She rolls her eyes, inwardly groaning at both his frustratingly consistent badgering and the absolute drool-worthy view she gets of his chest.
This is what she gets for “rejoining” the family. Everyone in her damn business and the inability to kill her heart (and hormones).
“Fine,” She grumbles. “Order it and then I’ll talk.”
#ask game#waffleinator-inator#thank you for the trick or treat!! <3 <3#i love giving sneak peeks for wips but i am now realizing a lot of them are sad:))))#so please enjoy this fem!jaydick that was basically inspired by the delicious fanart#i need to be bonked on the head like jaye in this lmao#i loved working on this (and drooling over the fanart) but i have no idea what to do with it lol#the doc is literally just called 'bunny outfit' fknsakgjnbg#jaydick#fem!jaydick
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So yeah, here we go again! I just watched 3rd n 4th eps of hazbin hotel so, again, my thoghts abt it. Idk if i really need to put spoilers warning anymore, but ig ill do it just in case. As with previous post there will be some screenshots.
HAZBIN HOTEL EP 3-4 SPOILERS WARNING!
So tbh i dont have much to say about 3rd ep. Overall it was a really cute ep where everyone kinda got along. Also we met alot of new overlords (that one giant wolf girl was cool as hell) n got a few bop songs. I really like all new voices we got here. Also Velvette was killin in this ep, like slay queen!! Also i didnt know this girl (idk her name srry) was Carmillas (idk if spelled the name correctly--) daughter, that really suprised me.
Ok 4th ep... I have alot to say about it. First of all when that Angels moive started i was like: WTH S GOIN ON WHAT????? Then i thoght that its Angels dream (or nightmare-) n that wolf guy was representation of Valentino. N then when its all started i was like: Oh. I get it.
Speaking about Val, when all that fire started n he opened his wings, that was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL N I REALLY DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO HAVE ACTUAL WINGS, I WAS LIKE: :O I FOR REAL ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A FUR COAT--- ok n thats literally the only good i can say about Val by now.
That one awful scene with Val n Angel was literally so scary... Ive never been in SA, ive never had such "experience" (and thank GOD for that), but i know that feeling of fear when you just in trap and you cant do anything, i know how that feels to be abused, when you just hiding in corner feeling so fucking scared that you gonna get beated up n yelled again, you KNOW that will happen and you just wait for it in terrify, you literally feel yourself like a little child who cant do anything, you want to share your problems to someone, just wanna cry to someone, but you cant and you need to pretend that everything is okay. I was so scared for Angel in that scene and i really felt it. And the way Angel tried to make Charlie leave before that all happened.. Yes, he definetly knew whats gonna happen n thats so scary...
Anyway OMG VOX HIIII!!!!!! :DDDD
BTW THE FACT THAT HES HOLDING VALS HAND LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS IT----- THIS SHIP IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN PLS SEND HELP
Yeah, yknow what really strange thing about all that? Is the fact that Val s obviously a horrible person consindering all the things he done to Angel, but he is still an ENJOYABLE CHARACTER. Like- ofc that awful abusive scene was not enjoyable at all, but for some reason i just cant hate him!! I TRY BUT I JUST CANT N THATS SO WEIRD. probably its because i know its not a real person, its just a character but still-
Also (someone pls count how many times i used this word-) i really didnt expect to see an ACTUAL SEX SCENES IN THE SONG. Ig i shouldve expect it n i kinda did, but i still didnt-
Also this little scene made me fucking cry, for real. But not the fact that Angel crying made me cry, but his line: "If i end up broken, I wont be his favourite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go.."
I dont know why this exact line made me cry, but it did and i think this is awesome, because they really made me care for Angel, even tho, again, ive never experienced such feelings so i cant relate to that, but i still feel so bad for him.
Ok can we talk about that Husk was AN OVERLORD??? I WAS LIKE: WHAAAAATT????
And OF COURSE that one Husk n Angels song. You already know how i feel about it so im not even gonna talk bout it! SIKE‼️I WILL!!!!! THIS SONG IS SO FRICKIN CUTE, THE FACT THAT HUSK STARTED TO JOKINGLY (or maybe not jokingly-) SAYING THAT ANGEL IS A LOSER TO BRIGHT HIM UP IS ACTUALLY SO SMART! THEYRE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHER SINGING AND HOLDING HANDS FOR A LITTLE TOO MUCH!!! AND THIS SONG IS MUSICALLY ALSO SO AMAZING, ITS LITERALLY MY STYLE OF SONGS, MAYBE MY NEW FAV SONG I CANT REALLY TELL RN! And the meaning of this song is really good too. Whatever is happening to you, unless youre not alone, everything is better!
Andddd everything is ended quite good and wholesome! They came to the hotel, Charlie apoligized and everything is good!!
soooo yeah! Thats it i guess! Im pretty sure im gonna edit it if i remember something else i wanted to say, but thats it by now!
My review/thoughts on eps 1-2
My review/thoughts on eps 5-6
My review/thoughts on eps 7-8
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin charlie#hazbin alastor#Spoilers warning#my post#tw sex abuse
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Are We Enemies?
Summary: You and Wanda hate each other, but somehow get trapped in a cave together.
Genre: Enemies to…? Warnings: Cursing, small wounds. Translations: тупица= dumbass. Requested?: Yes/No (please feel free to send me any story requests!)
A/N: If you like this story please follow my tiktok account! NAME: avengers._edits_
I’m about to post a lot of marvel edits like wandavision, black widow, and more!
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The 20-foot tall alien comes sprinting after you and the rest of the team. You see Tony speed ahead and out of view, which makes you regret not having a flying suit made of iron.
He flies back to the group, yelling to take a left, leading into a cave. You take the lead, assuming everyone else is behind you.
You quickly make it into the cave right before the alien sends a blast of energy into the cliff above the entrance. 4 gigantic pieces of rock break away from the cliff and slam to the ground, blocking the cave entrance.
“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHIT!” You yell as you realize the rest of your team was still out there.
At least that’s what you thought, until you saw a glow of red coming from the left of you. You see Wanda’s face illuminated by her hands and you groan.
“Of course you’re the only other person here. Just my fucking luck.” You scoff.
Wanda ignores you and aims her magic at the rocks, using all her force to break them. The glow of red bounces off the rocks, seeming to have done nothing.
She tries this a couple more times, until she throws her hands down in anger.
“Fuck.” She slumps down onto the ground from where she was sitting, the cave falling into total darkness at the absence of her powers.
“Why couldn’t you break the rocks?”
“How would I know, Y/N?” You can’t see her face but you imagine it’s stained with anger.
“Can you be useful for one second and light this stupid cave up? I can’t see a single thing.” Wanda demands.
Luckily, you did have an eternal light source coming out of your fingertips. You snap your fingers and the cave becomes fully lit, and you and Wanda are now able to see each other.
You sigh as you see the redhead you hate so much, who won’t take her eyes off the ground.
“They’ll come back for us, right?” You ask.
“Well they definitely will for me, but not so sure about you, lightbulb.”
“Shut up, Wanda. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck here together, you don’t have to make it worse.” She shakes her head and doesn’t reply, and you’re content with the silence you’ve created.
The only sound you can hear is your team fighting outside. That and Peter telling non-stop jokes to Tony. He never laughs.
After about 15 minutes, you hear a loud thud and some cheers from Peter and Kate.
“Just a tip for future missions, cheering makes you look like amateurs.” Natasha says, her voice being muffled by the cave’s walls.
You hear footsteps coming in your direction and perk up when they reach the entrance.
“Oh, I forgot about these two.” Thor laughs.
“We can hear you, Thor!” Wanda shoots the stone with her powers in frustration.
“Oh, um….Spider-child, why did you say that!” Thor hesitantly yells and you can hear Peter argue with him soon after.
“Are you guys gonna get us out of here, or what?” You’re practically pleading to be free from Wanda at this point.
“Yeah, the thing is, Strange put a protection spell on the boulders after they fell, so the alien couldn’t destroy it while you were vulnerable…” Steve trails off.
“Okay, so just get him to undo the spell.” Wanda scoffs.
“Yeah, that’s the other thing…He’s currently taking the alien back to his own dimension. And, I mean, that’s gonna take a while. Maybe a couple hours? A day?” Tony’s voice is muffled, but you’re able to hear how unaffected by this he is.
“A DAY? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Your eyes glow white, as light begins to crackle from your hands.
“Calm down, lightbulb, you don’t want to kill yourself in there.” Kate laughs and you can hear Natasha hit her shoulder.
“Why does EVERYONE keep calling me lightbulb? My powers are COOL!”
“Yes, yes, very cool powers, Y/N. So, uh, we’ll be back in about a day or so. Maybe the cave can serve as a bonding experience and make you guys like each other again. Well…have fun.” You hear Tony’s suit powering up as the avengers say goodbye and leave the two of you alone.
“Unbelievable. It could’ve been anyone else. I’d rather be here with Peter than you, and Lord knows he never shuts up.” You lean against a wall and put your head in your hands, which are still a little warm after your outburst.
“Yeah? Well I’d rather be in Sokovian prison than be here with you.” Her accents peeks through her words, reminding you of her torturous past.
“Like hell you would. It’s not my fault we’re enemies.”
“Really? Are we enemies now?” The Sokovian woman scoffs and looks at you with disbelief.
“Well what would you call us? We never talk anymore and when we do, it’s always so mean.” You sigh as you reminisce what your relationship used to be like.
“You’re the one who started hating me for no reason.” She furrows her eyebrows, maybe in anger, you’ve lost your ability to read her emotions as well as you used to.
“I only started being mean because-“ You stop yourself, not wanting to admit the truth.
“Because of what?” She pursues you, getting closer and closer as she waits.
“Nothing. Nevermind.”
“Seriously? The one time we actually try to resolve this and you’re staying quiet?” You refuse to open your mouth, so Wanda goes back to where she was sitting, and everything goes quiet.
After an hour of boredom, you decide to form a ball of light and start throwing it against the stone walls. Back and forth back and forth.
“Would you stop that, already? It’s giving me a headache.” You decide to give her what she wants and proceed to throw the ball at her head, but it misses and hits her shoulder.
“Fuck, that really hurt!” Wanda sends a blast of red towards you, which knocks your body to the ground.
You position your hands towards her, ready to fire back, when you see Wanda clutching her thigh. You hesitantly lower your arms and slowly walk over to her.
“Did I do that?” You ask worriedly as you see a big gash on her right thigh.
“No, тупица, you hit my shoulder with a ball of light. That weird creature thing did this. I got distracted by something and he sliced my leg with his claws.”
“And you didn’t say anything? I could’ve helped you, Wands.” You both pause at the nickname. That’s what you used to call her before everything went to shit.
You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Wanda pulls herself away from your grasp.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d care.” You sigh sadly as you bring your hand up to her wound.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Did you seriously forget that I can heal things with my light?”
“Oh…yeah I guess I did.” You chuckle as a beam of light shines from your hand onto her wound. She winces as it begins closing up, the blood vanishing with a glow.
“Thank you.” Wanda whispers.
“Anytime….It’s not like you to get distracted on a mission.” You try to pry at her for more information.
“We all get distracted sometimes.” She trails off, darting her eyes away from your own.
“We’re gonna be in this cave for a long time, so there’s no point in sparing interesting stories.”
“Okay, fine. It’s not like you’d care and it’s not like I care either, but I was looking at you.” You stay silent for a moment, shocked by what she said.
“Me? Why?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s what I always do. I know that we’ve had a falling out but you’re still my sun, Y/N.” You almost tear up when she calls you her sun. You haven’t heard her say that in almost a year.
It remains quiet for a while, neither of you knowing what to say.
“Vision.” You break the silence.
“What?” Wanda questions softly.
“The reason I stopped talking to you…it was because of Vision.”
“Why? What did he do? He was always so nice to you, even when you insulted him.”
“I know, I know, I just couldn’t stand the fact that-“ You immediately stop yourself, knowing that you can’t reveal this to Wanda.
“Come on, don’t do this again.” She begs.
“I couldn’t stand the fact that he got to be with you and I didn’t.” The words tumbled out of your mouth and the light in the cave got dimmer.
“Don’t let your light dim, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” You blush at how well she knows you.
“Thank you for telling me, Y/N.” Your smile slowly diminishes at her words.
“Is that all you have to say?” You ask half heartedly.
“Well…I’m sorry. I’m with vision. Whatever we had in the past I had to let go of.”
“So you admit we had something?”
“I uh, Y/N, I don’t really…”
“You don’t what? It’s a yes or no answer, Wanda. Did you like me?”
“I mean- uh…I’m with Vision, Y/N. What do you expect me to say?” Her eyes are pleading with you to stop.
“Why is Vision stopping you from saying what you feel? He’s not here. Did you like me?”
“Maybe I- Y/N, that doesn’t matter. I have a boyfriend, I couldn’t do that to Vis.” You shake your head and slump down at your original spot, regretting coming over to her at all.
You take one last look at her with her head in her hands, before you snap your fingers. The light in the cave vanishes, and you two don’t have to look at each other anymore.
You hear Wanda lay down and you do the same, thinking some rest would be good after such a long fight.
You shut your eyes and drift to sleep, only to wake up to the pattering of rain and the clapping of thunder. You quickly sit up and look around, seeing nothing but black.
Thunder storms have terrified you ever since you were a kid, the harsh weather felt like a hand crushing the light from your heart. You freaked out every time, and this time was no different.
Of course you had to be in a cave with the woman who just technically rejected you while having a weather attack.
Your breath becomes fast and your hands start to tremble. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes, trying to give yourself some sort of comfort.
You open them to a red glow coming from behind you. You hear Wanda walk up and kneel next to you.
“Hey, lightbulb, you okay?” You frown at the name and don’t bring your head out of your chest. Thunder booms from outside the cave and your breathing gets rapid again.
“You don’t have to be afraid, detka, I’m right here.” She grabs your hand, but you tear it away.
“Stop, you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“You don’t have to comfort me just because you feel bad for rejecting me.” You say as you bring your hand back to your body.
“What? I just don’t want you to be scared.”
“It’s bad enough that you never liked me, I don’t need you to pity me, too.” She frowns and starts to rub your back.
“That’s not true. It’s just- I don’t know. Vision was there for me when I really needed him and I can’t betray him. No matter how much I want to.” She sighs.
“Betray him? How would you betray him?” You ask softly, your breathing beginning to slow.
“By liking someone else.” Her voice is so quiet you almost think you made it up.
“Who else would you like?” Your heart stops waiting for her response.
“Oh, I don’t know, just a big, stupid, ball of light.” She lies down next to you and you turn to face her.
“What? You like me?”
“Maybe a little bit.” She smiles and so do you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you hated me! If I would’ve known it was because you liked me then I would’ve told you a lot sooner.” Her laugh echoes throughout the cave.
You chuckle as you nervously bite your lip, not used to being this close to her.
“So uh, what now?” You ask hesitantly.
She smiles and brings her lips to yours. Her lips taste like cinnamon. And blood. She forgot to mentioned a cut on her lip from the fight.
You both smile as she cuddles you to sleep, comforting you from the storm.
“We are never telling Tony that this actually worked.”
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So at the office, while he was away, Michael was basically considered to be a Threat™️ because everyone had wound up seeing or hearing about what had happened to Leitner. Elias being like “oh he just needs some time to work himself out” but in a weirdly sinister way does not help his case.
Jon eventually gets into his own bit of trouble because of the possibility that he could have been an accomplice, has to run away like he did in the original series.
Actually, Michael’s not fully considered a threat by anyone… not anyone who actually knows him, at least.
Melanie’s opinion? Yeah, he was a little weird when she gave her statement to him. Probably evil.
Tim? He’s not responding to anyone’s questions at the moment, and you can kindly fuck off. (Michael saved Sasha’s life with the worms, but he’s not gonna tell the police that he thinks Jon maybe did it instead with some weird mind controlling powers or something. They’ll think that it’s bullshit.)
Sasha’s… conflicted. He has been acting weird recently, but she’s not sure he’s actually evil, she’s actually pretty sure he’s just… stressed. People can change, though, so… she doesn’t really know what to think.
Jon’s. Um. Not there, but he’s SUPER sure the guy’s gone crazy and is killing people for sport.
Martin………………………………………………………….
“It’s… complicated? Probably.”
[CONTINUED BELOW oh you BET there’s more ehehehe]
Nikola, though… oh boy.
Two potential candidates. One of them’s rumored to not really know much of anything, and the other knows plenty. But while both have gotten strong, one of them’s going to be stronger.
Kicker’s that the potentially-stronger one probably won’t actually fit properly because he’s too tall. And he’s all twisted, so that won’t do at all.
So instead, she’s been talking to Jon about the gorilla skin, like in the original series.
Being a super creepy motherfucker and all that.
Y’know.
Anyway, Michael did not get anywhere near death, so Oliver didn’t have to go in and help out or anything, but… Elias has realized that michael keeps getting himself into situations where he nearly gets killed, and does not seem to handle them too well, so he’s experimenting and seeing if he can have Jon be a “backup archivist”, which i’m sure Nikola’s absolutely delighted by…
Still… Michael does get visited by some of the stranger’s gang eventually.
Just “checking in on our dear old archivist!”
(Michael does not feel comforted.)
(He is also not particularly thrilled.)
(Especially when she casually mentions not being able to use his skin in particular, because it “just wouldn’t fit right………….! You understand… don’t you, archivist?”)
He tries to burn her with the spiderweb lighter.
No wonder Jude Perry liked him a lot- (he’s actually now tried to set two things on fire because they were bothering him- but I haven’t posted the part where he yeets a lighter at the other thing yet lol-you’ll see)
Obviously, it’s ineffective… but it lights up her face for a moment before miraculously snapping shut upon hitting the floor.
Or… where her face should be.
Michael screams, his friend finally gets the lights working, and Nikola is gone.
…Fun!
OH HEY WAIT WHAT
OKAY SO
If Michael gets this tape! (Which he definitely would, cause he would have completely missed everything.)
Obviously with a few edits!! But!!!!!!! That shit would just.
Like a goddamn jagged-edged sword getting shoved STRAIGHT through his torso, GOD that stupid bit of commentary would hurt so BAD-
Jesus, Elias, stop trying to make your archivist feel like a disposable paper bag that somehow managed to make it out of the landfill, the hell are you doing, man????
Michael’d probably just try and mirror-jump to Jude Perry or something and be like “hey, my boss is a sick bastard and I hate him, want to help?”
Not sure if I’m /j or /srs, but Martin might be on board lol
Michael’s having more and more trouble with the whole… mirror-hallway trap thing. Although, like with canon, he probably ends up figuring out a way to drag out the whole process of victims slowly kinda going nuts so that he doesn’t actually have to kill anyone, he can just… “bother someone” in order to keep things going.
Which actually winds up working better than the “drive em mad and then whoop there they go” method.
He doesn’t like how it feels, cause it’s basically making a bunch of people go through what Ryan went through, but he tries diffusing the messing-with across more than one victim in order to make it not be as horrible for each of them.
Oh, and on top of that, he still has to get statements.
Does Jon send him the statements he gets (and his own notes on them) after he’s done with them, so that they’re both on the same page with things? (And does it work..?)
And if so, does he get to hear the “dust to dust” one, finally?
*Sound of Michael nearly popping a stress ball open with one hand*
(>:(((( Bruh Gertrude what the fuck)
AND HEARING HIS OWN VOICE ON THE TAPE…
Just rewinding and playing it over and over again. Just to hear it.
It hurts to know that his voice doesn’t quite sound the same.
He’s lost the stutter that he hated so much. He almost misses it.
Might actually mumble the words a little, in a half-hopeful attempt at getting his voice to sound like it did back then again. It works, for a moment or two, and in that little sliver of time, he feels like… himself again. Like Michael.
But he can’t hold it for long.
Still… it was there.
He was… there, somewhere. He wasn’t completely gone… so maybe there was still hope.
(HhhgfhhHhhHHHHHH I wanna hug him so badddddddddddddd aaaaaaaaaa 🫠)
Anyway, so Jon gets taken by Orsinov-
And the only reason Michael doesn’t pick up every time Elias tries to call him to tell him to get Jon is cause he’s got Elias’s number registered in his phone as “old sod” and just sits there pressing “decline” every time the phone starts ringing with that name.
It’s very fun to do.
However, eventually Martin’s the one who calls him, sounding a little bit panicked, and explains what’s going on, and Michael feels like an asshole, rushes out the door- (“hello good morning I’ve got to go get Jonathan out of situations he keeps getting in don’t kill me don’t get killed please don’t leave things on voicemail if they’re important, lesson learned, ohgosh bye-”)
So the Michael appears! No doom threat, just Michael apologizing for being “so incredibly late” and being like “oh good lord these are creepy oh sh- you’ve got a gag on- I’m very sorry-”
And he notices that Jon’s…. Looking at him, like… he wants to ask something, but doesn’t know if he should.
Michael… forces a smile, getting the feeling — based on the last tape he’d gotten from jon — that he knows what he wants to ask about. “Can we… t…t-“ oh, of course- and just at the moment he’d rather it not be an issue, here it was, again, in the way of him getting his words across. “It- I- We don’t- there isn’t much… much time to share… stories.”
“She won’t be back for-“
“I just don’t want to.”
He didn’t mean it to come out sounding so snappy, and winced a little at his own voice. “She…she’s just… a bit of a hard subject, as of right now…”
Jon looks a little bit… desperate, though, and it occurs to him that he most likely hasn’t been able to get any new statements in days.
If he were to go through the mirrors… he might not be able to keep himself together in there. Or he might get lost, or…
“Ask me.”
Jon blinks, looking a bit confused. “Didn’t you say you-“
“Yes, I know. It doesn’t feel good, but if you don’t-“ he takes a deep breath, and sighs heavily. “Please. Just… this once. And it’s all… good.”
…”What was she like?”
Oh, that question hurts.
A string of expressions pass across his face as he tries to think of the words for the things Jon wants to pull out of him. Needs him to let out.
“…different… she- she told me a lie.
I thought I knew… why she was who she was. Why I was… her… assistant.
I- but i didn’t. Really. She was cold… and… I just fell for it.
He takes another deep breath and sighs, but… no, it… isn’t done, is it.
It all spills out, like blood gushing from a deep, arterial wound.
He tries to twist it, to lessen the tearing sensation that the eye gives as it drags the information out of him, but it just… happens. The words aren’t quite his to control.
The Sannikov trip is the most painful to feel.
Once, it might have been a tale told in horror, of the near-death experience of his mentor, the old woman who fell over the side of a ship in the middle of a storm. About how he almost went insane, but that could have been a dream, and she had been saved, and then they had gone home again.
He told Jon all of this story, the statement riddled with sarcasm and frustration, and hurt.
And then he told… a different story.
The one he’d had in that vision, or dream, or nightmare- whatever it had been.
He told the eye what it already knew, and — in a way — begged it to answer him, instead. Tell him if he had just been… a pebble to be kicked into a trap so that it could be made safe to pass through.
He explained his fear that Gertrude had, in fact, killed one of her old assistants, a woman named Emma Harvey. She’d burned her alive.
And then he recounted his terror upon waking up in the office that one horrible night, when the doors had not been the right doors, and had nearly taken him and swallowed him and taken him apart.
How the fire had roared around him.
The rest of the story, Jon already knew, and so his talking should have ended there.
But he mentioned something he didn’t want to.
About how much Jon had reminded him of her, when they’d first met.
And with this revelation, the story ended.
At once, Michael slid to the floor, his whole body drained of energy, fighting to keep itself together.
It was not a moment too soon.
A door had opened behind him. A horribly familiar one, and as it loomed over Jon’s bound form and Michael’s barely stable one, a voice floated through the room, coming from the figure standing at its threshold.
“That was a very, very stupid thing to do, archivist.”
#the magnus archives#tma#michael shelley#michael tma#tma au#tma unwinding au#unwinding au#Jonathan sims#Jon tma#the distortion#the distortion tma#nikola orsinov#Nikola tma#the stranger tma#tw Uh violence#tma fic#draft#random rambles!!!!!!#it’s so hard to get character ‘voices’ right aaaaaa#if I can’t hear them reading it in my head#then it’s WRONG /lh /goofy#Michael’s stuff is ESPEXIALLY difficult cause we barely have any dialogue from him as a normal guy
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the ultimatum s3 thoughts so far
Lisa: Abuser! Liar! Pick me! She was embarrassing from start to finish and I already know her bird ass not coming to the reunion. Get off my screen.
Brian: I'm so sorry you're trapped with this woman. He seems like a genuinely good guy, honestly just co parent and detach yourself from that unhealed toxic ass banshee.
Trey: 9/10, He is almost the whole package, but I really think he should let Riah go if he can't compromise on her wanting to have some experiences before marriage, cuz as a 24 year old still figuring shit out, I empathize with all her worries. That being said-
Riah: GIRLY! If you want to live your life for you like you say you do, you don't need your man to come with you to the city especially if he don't wanna be there! Also, either move past him catching feelings or end the relationship. It isn't fair to dwell on things, especially cuz you knew the consequences coming into this. I love her though, she's real one and I feel like we'd be friends.
James: I hate when men make their trauma everyone else's problem. Either make steps to heal or shut the fuck up! Why should the women around him accommodate to his brooding? Ryann deserves a man who is willing to communicate with her because she's such a catch, and I think she's settling for James and he can feel it too, so he strings her along so he feels he has the upper hand in the relationship. I hope to God she pushes for him to go to therapy or honey there's a big storm coming.
Ryann: I love this girl omg, she is so sweet and down to earth. But 7 years? They need time apart to date other people for real so she can realize some men are ready to put in effort immediately and don't need to be pulled by the ear. But I just know she'll settle anyways so it's sad.
Roxanne: At first I liked her, but realized she's one of those girl boss feminists very much giving barbieland at the beginning of the movie. She needs a wake up call, but her man is a coffee table so she's not gonna get one.
Alex: Before I get into why he bothers me, I have to point out I am so glad he put Roxanne in her place. She met her match with this guy and it pissed both of them off to not be able to walk over their partners which is why both of them came back to their exes with such relief. BUT this douchebag keeps telling Kat that she's "pleasant" to be around, and while that's a reasonable request for a future spouse to not be generally unpleasant, the way he says it is very much giving "keep sweet" if you know what I mean.
Kat: Referring to my previous statement, I wonder what religion this couple follows if any because the way Kat "submits" to Alex is familiar and disheartening to watch. That being said, Kat is such a people pleaser, she literally agreed with every single person on the show the entire time and the only time she argued or said a conflicting opinion it was in DEFENSE of Alex. So yeah, I worry for her.
Antonio: S to the I to the M to the P. Like i'm sorry roxanne despises you and you don't have the self respect or insight to vocalise it, because we KNOW you KNOW you just don't wanna say it. But in his defense, I think Roxanne is verbally abusive so she reinforces his insecurities and uses finances as leverage over him. If he wasn't so focused on self loathing he would see his relationship is a form of self harm and would take steps to leave. But I'm not a fan of victim blaming so I genuinely feel bad for him.
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