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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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i sent that reader baby trapping jake ask and saw someone ask abt the other way around and what if,,,they both had the intention of doing it to each other and it's just a rlly fucked up relationship ya know (giving netflix you vibes)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: babytrapping + breeding + manipulation + stalking + dubcon + jealousy + panty sniffing + panty stealing + pregnancy ment + cervix fucking + daddy kink

💌: this has got to be my favorite idea yet omg???

the relationship you had with jake was confusing. it started off as the two of you fucking whenever you were horny, simple enough right? wrong. so wrong. the longer you two continued messing around, the deeper your infatuation with him grew, wanting nothing more than to be an official couple. but you couldn’t tell him, after all you were the one who told jake you didn’t want a relationship. he respected your wishes but every time he found himself in your bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if he fucked you raw without warning. would you let him cum inside you? or make him pull out?

he was obsessed with you, scarily so, breaking into your apartment when you were out, seeking out your hamper and sniffing your dirty panties before ultimately deciding to stuff them in his pocket to take home. he was also constantly following you around at parties and scaring off any guys that tried their luck with you, hiding his anger behind kind eyes and a sweet smile thrown your way, asking if you wanted to head back to his house.

you knew, of course. how could you not? you were just as obsessed with jake, purposely leaving your panties on top of the rest of your clothes in the hamper, blushing when you realized they were missing because that meant jake had dropped by for a visit when you weren’t home. he was so focused on keeping other guys away he didn’t realize you had also been watching him at parties, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together while your eyes were locked on his clenched jaw, your pussy growing wetter by the second.

the two of you had snuck away from jay’s party, jake leading you to one of the guest bedrooms and locking the door behind you. “did you see the way sunghoon was looking at you tonight? fuck, i could kill him. who does he think he is?” he seethed, pushing you on the bed roughly. you could cum just from seeing how angry he was, “don’t worry ‘bout him jakey, ‘m only yours, promise. i’ll even let you fuck me without a condom this time.” the look on his face was comical, almost causing you to giggle at his reaction. “really? you’d let me do that?” he questioned. “mhm! just gotta pull out before you cum, ‘kay? don’t wanna get me pregnant right?” jake couldn’t believe this was happening, he had no intention of pulling out but he couldn’t tell you that so he just nodded, unable to voice his thoughts.

you were just as excited as jake, for weeks you’d stopped taking your birth control, planning to let him fuck you raw sometime soon and now that the time has come you needed to feel his bare cock inside of you. “please put it in, jakey. can’t wait anymore.” he wasted no time, coating his cock in your arousal and sliding deep inside, the two of you moaning as his lengthy cock hit your cervix. it wouldn’t be long before he came but he wanted to savor the feeling of your walls gripping his dick without a condom in the way, fucking you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him battering your cunt.

“you feel so good ‘round my cock, think you were made for me. made to take my cum, shit, i wanna fill you up so bad, sweetheart. can i?” he babbled, too pussydrunk to notice you’d already locked your legs around his hips in an effort to force his cock even deeper. “yeah jakey, you can cum. ‘m on the pill,” you lied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. he sped up the pace, angling his cock in a way that made the tip hit the opening of your womb each time causing you to squeal, pussy creaming around him.

jake was already so close and the way your cunt was squeezing him drove him crazy, hips stilling as his cock spurted globs of thick, creamy cum so deep inside you, you thought there was no way he wasn’t successful in knocking you up. his mind was reeling after his own orgasm and all he could think of was how much he wanted you two to be exclusive, wishing somehow your birth control wouldn’t stop him from impregnating you.

you kept your legs around him even after he’d stopped moving, his cock keeping the obscene amount of cum from spilling out. “gonna make you a daddy, jakey, you can’t leave me now. ‘m so full, it has to work!” you couldn’t stop yourself from revealing your sick plan, muttering about how you weren’t on birth control anymore and how he’d be such a good daddy. jake wasn’t upset though, his cock hardening again inside of you, after all he had to make sure his girl was properly bred.

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krashoutluv · 3 months

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HIII

if you're taking requests, could you write about reader trying to get off on those long pillows (a bolster) and jason/dick comes and helps out? tysmm (no pressure)

i would love to write for Dick but i need to read his comics. Luckily i have Nightwing 2021, just needa read it. so maybe expect dick content soon lol (maybe if im autistic enough for him idk though.)

Comic!Jason Todd x GN!Reader NSFW (ANON RQ)

thigh riding to dick riding (unprotected, hair pulling ((both ways)) praise, cum !! ermmm yeah.)

nicknames jason uses: hun, love, doll, doll-face, honey, sweetheart, darling, baby (JASON ‘GIVING PRAISE GETS ME HORNY’ TODD) (THAT GOES BOTH WAYS)

THE thin fabric of the pillow wasn’t enough. You’d gotten nowhere close to a fuckin’ orgasm, hole felt so god-damn empty, it left you a panting frustrated mess, head tilted back, sweat pooling at your poplit.

(THE BACK OF UR KNEE CALMMM DOOWWNN)

You jumped at the sound of the window promptly sliding open. Damn it. The whole reason you were using this thing, you wanted to get off before Jason came back. One, you needed to walk tomorrow, two, you didn’t wanna keep him up. Of course he could stay up for weeks on end, but that doesn’t mean he has to.

He slipped through the window and almost didn’t notice you. Jason reached down to start taking off his boots then his head shot up to look at you. Skin polished with sweat, heaving breaths, puffy eye bags, that pillow. Oh, he’ll throw that damn thing out if this is what it did to you.

“Darling?” He asked lowly.

You mumbled a string of words that loosely formed few sentences of how you didn’t wanna bother him, how you just wanted to get off— and oh, welcome back!

You know, he could’ve sworn he heard something about needing to walk but he’s not totally sure or anything so…

“Bother me?—“ He began stepping toward you while taking off his helmet. “— and have I done something to inflict you with such a ghastly thought?” he playfully tantalized you. But you could only whimper out a response. Jason cupped your face in his palms, he looked at your drowsy doe eyes and glossy lips, he pressed his mouth on yours tenderly. The little noise you let out made intoxicated him. Jason placed his hands on your hips and started pulling you off that damn pillow and closer to the side of the bed. He pressed sloppy open mouth kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving his lips with each one.

He could’ve sworn he heard you say you needed to walk tomorrow in between puffy gasps, but, he wasn’t exactly sure. Jason pulls you up against his body while kissing you, his hand snaking to your back, tugging at your shirt. You pull the shirt off and Jason sits back onto the bed, only his legs touching the floor.

He guides you on-top of him while he hushes promises and dapples kisses over every part of your skin he wants ,

‘I’ll take care of you hun.’

‘You’ll neva’ need that thing again love.’

He pressed his thigh against your hole, you quickly started rocking yourself against him, ’ uh-huh, back n’ forth doll.’ His firm thigh muscle and the texture of this combat pants gave you everything that fucking pillow didn’t. Jason was barely jerking his leg up and down, but those little movements were knocking you over your edge. ‘Just like that? Yeah I know..’ Jason touched himself through his pants at the same pace as you fucked yourself on his thigh, precum eventually leaving its mark on the cloth. Every motion of your hips made your head tilt back a little further; mewling while grabbing at Jasons hair. Jason praising you throughout it, both hands following your thighs, ‘Thats it love, better then that—“ you pulled at his hair.” “ah— fuckin’ pillow huh?’ The vendetta he had against that pillow was crazy. Your grinding became more sharp, every jolt of his hips had your jaw dropping. Your hips trembled, back arching, sputtering out moans and gasps as you melted on his thighs. Jason kept rutting his hips for a few moments until you came down from your pleasure high. He took your fingertips and kissed them, then led your hand down to the wet spot on his thigh. ‘Made a pretty little mess out of yourself all f’me?”

He squeezed your face in his palms, holding your head still and watching you pant. He skimmed his bottom lip on yours, teasing you, seeing if you’ll bite. You did, hotly pressing your lips on his. Sucking on his bottom lip, biting at it. When you pulled off Jason slipped his tounge into your mouth. He barely got to huff out his sentence, being cut out by his own impulsive kisses,’Need—mmh—more doll?’

You pleaded for him, whining in his ear about how you needed him. He noted that you didn’t say you needed to walk tomorrow so. He pulled your hips up for a moment so he could unbuckle his pants and pulled down his boxers, his cock popping out of his pants. The cold steel of his belt skimmed at the back of your plush skin. He reached over to your nightstand grabbing the lube and quickly pumping his cock, even if for just a few moments the sound was obscene. He pushed two fingers into your hole, ‘Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good..’ he panted as he lubed your core, stretching you out as much as he can with his calloused hands. Jason popped his fingers back out and guided your hips onto him, slowly pushing into you. You couldn’t even be gritty about the slow stretch of his dick, he knew every part of him felt fucking good and of course he was gonna use it. Once you were fully on, he grabbed your plush hips, choked out sobs leaving your mouth while Jason talked filth as he started grinding his cock into your wet hole. He grabbed your hair and directed your head to look at him ‘Thas’ it, let me see how good im doin baby.’

Once Jason was sure you were all stretched from the fucked out eyes you were giving him and the way he effortlessly pushed through you, he trailed your hips up and down his dick. You started moaning for him to go faster, oh who would he be to deny you? Jason started pumping his cock into you while purring how ‘he’s got you,’ and to ’let him handle it will you?’ and fuck he did. Rhythmically pounding all those spots that he had memorized while sucking hickies into your neck, he had you seeing stars. The metal of his belt chiming with every motion of you two, coldness slapping against your soft skin. Your body melting against his while he thrust into you, hips jolting as he started grabbing at your ass. Cries leaving your lips with every feverish bounce of his cock. You shuddered as your walls spasmed all over him, letting your body go limp as you spilled on his dick. He continued fucking you through orgasms until the only thing you could feel in between your thighs was his pulsating cock and the wet mixture of sweat and cum.

His grip on your waist tightened, sure to leave little crescents of his nail marks. Louder grunts and curses choked out of his mouth as he rutted into you. ‘M’ making you feel good right? Better then that pillow right?’ You took notice on how his voice was getting more whiny. He wrapped his arm around your waist as he buried his face into your neck . ‘Jason let me see you’ you whimpered out. He didn’t move, still focused on that feeling of his cock as you pulsed around him and the slick noises of your twos bodies. You took your hand and harshly pulled at his black locs so he’d look at you. He let out a pornish moan when you rocked his head backwards, eyelashes fluttering as he frantically bucked his hips up while cumming. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, grip tightening with every pulse of pleasure that rolled down his spine. He looked up at you, cursing weakly as he stared at you with tired pleasure filled eyes. Breathless gasps leaving both of your mouth as he comes down from his high, he slowly grinds his hips into you while you both fall limply into each others necks. He rubs circles into your skin, only having the energy to murmur ‘I love you’s’ while weakly pressing kisses onto you.

fuck that pillow (jason thinks about humping it)

this was fun to write it just took me way to fucking long, i had like four ideas for this shit man.

#jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x gn!reader #red hood x reader #red hood smut #red hood imagine #krash responds to u

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bodyelectr1c · 23 days

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plaything

austin doesn’t let the reader finish until he wants her to

literally no plot, just smut

warnings: orgasm denial, teasing, oral (f receiving), degradation, edging, a little overstim, implied age gap, possessive austin, daddy kink

this is my first time writing, it’s so nasty but kind of hot. i’m a sucker for an older guy, so i picture a sexy age gap. anyways, enjoy!

austin hadn’t let you off easily, forbidding you from touching yourself while simultaneously leaving you unfinished and begging, writhing; a string of desperate whines and pleas leaving your throat. it was clear to you he didn’t care for your pleasure, he just wanted to get himself off. you were nothing more than a fuckdoll to him. he’d no shame in pulling you by your hair- no matter when; no matter where, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, shed, closet, whatever- and fucking you senseless

“fuck- you’re such a slut baby,”

“your cunt is so fucking tight, just for me”

“you’re-fuck, gonna be the death of me..”

he cooed ‘affectionate’ remarks at you in between progressively sloppier thrusts- if they could even be labelled affectionate. you regarded it as love on his part, you both know you enjoyed being degraded, and he knew you’d do anything to make daddy cum. sometimes, whilst jackhammering into your pussy, he’d lazily reach down and thumb at your untouched clit in circular motions, occasionally dipping his hand down to where you both connected, attempting to fit one of his thick fingers in alongside. he did this just to hear you scream his name, and he’d stop as soon as he felt his climax nearing.

it was habitual, his hips would begin to stutter, his moans would get more desperate- louder and lower, his degrading remarks would descend into a string of pet names, his eyes fluttering closed as he groaned. “babybabybaby”

and then it was over, he’d pull out with a desperately hot groan, his cum painting every part of your body as he’d collapse onto the bed, his larger frame dipping the mattress next to you. you’d scream his name to no avail, trying to chase the high that he brought you near, but never cared to complete. your own hand darted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing desperate and fast circles around the sensitive nerves before they were met with a sharp slap on austin’s behalf, and then an absence of any sensation. he’d pull your hands away from your clit, puffy and leaking.

“you cum, when i make you cum, i don’t fuck college whores who get off on anyone’s fingers but mine.” he’d growl, pulling your thighs apart after you’d began rubbing them together in an attempt at any friction, his words turning you on impossibly more; you felt like you could cum untouched, coaxed by more of his dirty, perverted requests. you let him know, too, babbling incoherent sentences and grabbing onto his toned arms, repeating over and over again to just “let me cum daddy, i’ll be good i promise, fuck- pleasepleaseplease austin”

to your dismay, he’d almost always get up off the bed, watching you writhing and twitching from your previous proximity to your orgasm, and spit out:

“you’re so desperate it’s pathetic,”

before walking away to take a scathing hot shower, leaving you sensitive, but obedient enough to never touch yourself in the hopes that he’d come back and please you to completion.

in those blissful moments where he’d come back from the bathroom after an excruciatingly long time, finding pleasure in the confidence that you’d wait for him to make you cum, he’d hover his tall frame over you, watching attentively, towel loosely hanging on his hips, v line completely visible above the thin cloth, hair still wet as an aftermath of his shower. he’d let out a gruff and low laugh at how much of you whore you were being, fucked out without being allowed to cum. he found it comical, and a fucking sexy sight to see. his girl, spread out just for him, obedient and desperate to please him in any way you could. he got hard again just thinking about it.

he’d lower himself, much to your relief as you let out a pleasured sigh, letting your head fall back against the bed as his stubble brushed your clit alongside his nose, teasing you one last time, evoking a sharp twitch in your abdomen, before he brought his tongue out to swirl around your sensitive cunt. your desperation to get off overcame you, you couldn’t help but lose your fingers in his damp hair whilst pulling his head down to force him onto your clit. he didn’t stop you, instead alternating between sucking your clit- hard, as if to signal that he was still in charge, and swirling his tongue around your pleasure soaked pussy, focusing his attention on one sensitive spot that made you whine louder and higher.

hearing you express your immense pleasure was a profession of devotion for him, and it turned him on profusely, causing him to moan around your cunt, sending vibrations around you that fluttered around your walls. his sucking and teasing was becoming too much for you, and he didn’t give you a second to rest, pulling you down with a tight grip on your hips every time you tried to lift yourself in an attempt to catch your breath. he knew you could take it.

you felt your climax nearing you as you began to convulse, closing your thighs around his head, his still damp hair tickling your legs as he sucked harder and harder, also aware of how close you were due to the incessant chant of unholy curses and moans left your body. it was sinful, truly, his chin already soaked with the anticipation of your climax, mixed with the noises you made as he lost himself in between your legs.

“daddy, i’m so close, please let me cum, please let me cum, fuck!” you begged as he looked up from his task at hand, mouth never leaving your swollen clit, icy blue eyes focused on the pornographic sight before him, basking in it.

your climax washed over you as you let out a last scream of his name, pushing his head back down as you bucked your hips sloppily against his face, allowing yourself to release, the warm knot in your stomach untying itself as your eyes rolled back into your head.

as you lay there, panting, coming down from your intense high, austin outlined your clit in slow circular motions with his fingers to coax you through your comedown, making you twitch under the aftermath of the stimulation, bucking your hips up again slightly before letting go of all the tension in your muscles and collapsing farther back into the mattress, hands still intertwined in his now messy hair as he moved to lie next to you, using the white sheets to clean the remainder of your juices off his face before turning to face you where you lay, breathless

“fuck baby, that- was hot.”

#austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler #austin!elvis x reader #austin x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley smut #Spotify #ally talks

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danaewrites · 4 months

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you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part ii: i wanna hear you speak to me

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 3.6k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: new year, new chapter! i started writing this one back in SEPTEMBER and finally had enough time away from the terrors of calculus homework to finish it. thanks for reading my story so far and i hope you enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent chapter, because i had way too much fun writing it!! i promise that the angst in this chapter *will* be resolved, but it was too deliciously tempting to resist sprinkling a wee bit of hurt/comfort and dramatics in there as well. sorry not sorry!

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

“I’ve got no bloody clue how Dumbledore can be so energetic all the time,” you groaned, head in your hands as you peeked out at the headmaster’s more-than-slightly manic grin from your seat at the Gryffindor breakfast table. You were far too sleep-deprived to process his latest choice of garish attire: a bright chartreuse robe covered in plaid polka dots, topped off with what appeared to be rhinestones and tinsel attached to his beard.

Perhaps if Kettleburn hadn’t assigned you three feet of parchment on the seventeen glorious properties of dragon dung yesterday and expected it done by this afternoon, you might have appreciated the headmaster’s creative fashion choices– oh, who were you kidding. There really was no understanding that wizard, even properly rested. James and Peter had made a bet during fifth year on how long it’d take Dumbledore to crack under a constant deluge of pranks in his office, but they’d quickly realized that the man was too far gone to do anything but take inspiration for school events– an idea that was quite frankly, comically frightening, and the sort of thing you weren’t keen on pondering on a normal Tuesday morning.

Sirius wrinkled his nose sympathetically and slid the pile of raspberry jam tarts closer to you. “Late night in the library again?”

You nodded sheepishly, gratefully taking a pastry from the pile. “I honestly don’t know why Pince allows me to stay past curfew. Marauder’s luck, I guess?” Your attention was diverted by the sound of hoots and flapping wings as the morning owl brigade arrived, apparently choosing a kamikaze dive-bomb approach to deliver this morning’s newspapers. Ah, the joys of living at the world’s most advanced magical school.

Sirius, ever the epitome of grace, slipped under the table as a rogue owl zipped past, popping himself back up just enough to throw you finger guns. “Exactly right, doll, exactly right,” he grinned. “Trust me, Marauder’s luck gets you everywhere. And I mean everywhere,” he winked, sending you a lecherous smirk.

“Ew, Sirius, I don’t even want to know,” you sniffed. “I’ve learned my lesson after the mental trauma your tales of Dorcas’ birthday adventures inflicted upon my psyche. Please, spare me the details.”

“What? All I meant was Slughorn’s Christmas Party, of course!” He batted his eyelashes angelically, still partially covered by the tablecloth.

Your mouth gaped open in shock. “Last year’s Christmas party? Sirius Orion Black, I refuse to hear another word! What on earth would your ancestors think, with you bragging about such exploits-”

He leaned over, eyes wide with laughter. “No, I meant the one Slughorn is throwing on the 21st, it’s exclusively for us lucky seventh years this time. Although, you bring up some very fond memories… okay, okay, I’ll stop, don’t kick me–”

“What are we kicking Sirius for?” James slid onto the bench across from you, eyeing a groveling Sirius with interest. Peter joined him, but wisely chose to stay away from the ruckus, piling his plate high with the bacon the owls had spared. Remus was noticeably absent, spending the morning resting in the infirmary after a rough night of shifting– which you assumed was much more peaceful than the current chaos at the Gryffindor breakfast table.

“Oh! Good morning, Jamie,” you beamed up at him, passing him the plate of desserts you’d been protecting from Sirius’ nefarious advances. “Morning, dove,” he greeted you, and then paused. “Ha, get it? Morning dove?” He puffed up his chest smugly and nudged Sirius with his elbow in a futile effort to make him laugh. You huffed fondly at his antics. Boys.

Sirius rolled his eyes and took advantage of your momentary distraction, retreating back onto his seat to nurse his wounds– to your ever-growing delight (and Sirius’ woe), you had recently discovered that the Hogwarts girls’ uniform shoes were quite sharp. “At this point we should call you Lames. ‘Cause your puns are lame,” he muttered.

You shooed him away with a brush of your hand, remembering what Sirius had mentioned earlier. “According to Sirius, Slughorn’s hosting a Christmas Party again this year. Let’s pray it won’t be like the last one.” You muttered. James and Peter both looked vaguely ill at the prospect, shuddering in unison. “My tie will never look the same again,” Peter griped, but suddenly sat up straight in his seat. “Hey, wait, we’re finally old enough to bring dates to this one! Without sneaking them in, I mean.”

Sirius snickered and lightly punched his shoulder. “Why, Petey, got some lucky girl in mind?” Peter reddened and glanced over at the Hufflepuff table, where a certain freckled blonde was chatting with her friends– a move that didn’t go unnoticed by James, who gave a delighted wolf-whistle. “You got a thing for Lucy Abbott, huh? Might want to make a move before Smith does,” he grinned, gesturing to the tall brunette boy who’d just arrived and sharing a knowing smirk with you. You giggled at Peter’s increasingly pouty expression; he’d figure out sooner or later that Smith was definitely not interested in Abbott– or witches in general– but it was entertaining to see him out of his comfort zone. Peter had always been the quietest of your little group, and you privately thought that a bit of momentary romantic angst might spur him to be more assertive. An ironic opinion, considering how your own love life revolved around the fact that your best friend had feelings for someone else… and you couldn’t do anything about it except mope.

Peter scowled. “Easy for you to say, Prongs, you’ve finally got precious Lily-flower wrapped around your finger. I bet you’ve already asked her!”

There it was: another reminder that James wasn’t yours, and never would be. You watched as the Gryffindor boys good-naturedly jostled his shoulder and tousled his curls. James grinned sheepishly, shrugging off their teasing. “Not yet,” he admitted, glancing hopefully at the end of the table, where Lily was chatting with her friends.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Aw, come on, we all know she’ll say yes this year.” Sirius winced, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Peter glanced at Sirius, drawn by the movement. “What’ve you got to worry about? Half the population would kill Dumbledore to get one dance with you. The only person who’s got to worry about a date is me– well, and maybe Y/n, I guess.” His face suddenly turned contemplative, looking you up and down. “Are you going with someone?”

Sirius’ grimace became doubly pronounced at Peter’s tactlessness, and you felt your face heating up. Peter had a way of accidentally hitting on the issues others tried to hide. It wasn’t his fault he’d never heard about your trips to Hogsmeade with a paramour– in fact, none of the boys had. Because there hadn’t been any. You’d spent your entire time at Hogwarts pining after James, and as a result had missed the romantic milestones your classmates had already blissfully bragged about.

Peter looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response, and you opened your mouth to confess your lack of experience when you spotted a familiar redhead walking gracefully towards your side of the table– to James, you realized with a start. Something within you ignited as you watched her glow with confidence, carefree and lovely as ever. Lily would never pine after someone uselessly; she knew she could get anyone she wanted with the right amount of banter and flirty gestures. You... Well, you weren’t there quite yet, but maybe it was time to take inspiration from the Muggle saying and ‘fake it til you make it’. And before you could think about what you were about to do, you turned to Peter and smiled coyly. “I might.”

James’ and Sirius’ heads snapped up immediately from their perusal of the breakfast lineup as they let out an identical murmur of surprise. “What?” James furrowed his brow, looking you up and down– seemingly trying to discern whether you had taken a holiday from your senses, most likely via Bludger-induced concussion at the last Quidditch match. Sirius merely raised a questioning eyebrow at you. You groaned internally, knowing that you’d have to explain yourself later… although, if your half-baked idea worked, you’d be spending a lot more time with him anyway. For now, you beamed innocently at both of them and took a sip of your pumpkin juice. Apparently, the Sorting Hat had placed you in Gryffindor for a reason- you were either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish to commit to this plan, but with Evans quickly approaching, you saw no other choice.

Peter looked momentarily shocked, then glumly began to assemble an egg and bacon sandwich seasoned with the occasional mutterance of “unfair” and “perpetually single, my arse”.

James’ eyes were still trained on you. “Who is it?” he asked, searching your face again as if he was looking for some indication that you were joking. You shrugged, trying to look casual. “I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

“Dove-” he began, but Lily finally reached his seat and placed one stupidly perfect hand on his shoulder, diverting his attention momentarily. “Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but Professor McGonagall asked me to bring you to her office for Quidditch scheduling.” James blinked, glancing up at her and then at the rest of the table. He stood up and focused on you again, expression clouded. “I’ll see you in Potions, yeah?”

Sirius stood up quickly, ushering him out of his seat with a speed you’d only seen him use to gulp down cheap Firewhiskey. He gave you a significant look. “Actually, Y/n and I were just about to take a walk, isn’t that right? So we'll both see you in Potions, what a sublime coincidence, now don’t be late for your meeting–” he chattered on as he shoved James toward the doors of the Great Hall, the latter eyeing him suspiciously but moving nonetheless. Sirius turned to you and pointed to the courtyard entryway. “You. Me. Talk, as in right now.”

Once you were sure that you’d made it out of earshot of Peter and the rest of the Gryffindor table, you wheeled around to face him. “Okay. First of all… I didn’t plan that.” Sirius raised an eyebrow again. “Second of all, I need a favour,” you pleaded, staring up at him with the most adorable doe eyes you could physically summon. They were usually most effective on James, for some reason, but you were sure that Sirius wasn’t immune to your manipulation either. He groaned, resting his face in his hands. “How do you even have a date? Last time I checked, also known as yesterday, you were still head over heels for Prongsie, doll. So do I need to check you for Amortentia or somethi–” He peered out from between his fingers with annoyed realization. “You don’t have a date, do you.”

You blinked innocently up at him. He let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “This is what you need the favour for? You want me to go with you to Slughorn’s party so you can pretend in front of the rest of Hogwarts that you’re not madly in love with Jamie?”

You grinned confidently up at him and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, Siri, you know me so well. It’s almost as if you were maaaade to be my date for the party...” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him one more time for good measure, trying to hide a smirk. “Alright, alright, stop with the Bambi act, I’ll take you.” He scowled good-naturedly. “You know, this is going to ruin my dating pool for the next month.”

You scoffed. “As if! If anything, you’ll just have more people fawning over you– temptation of the forbidden apple and all, you know.”

Sirius brightened up considerably at this revelation. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the beginning, doll! I vote that we match in purple velvet, it does wonders for my complexion–”

You gave a very unladylike snort at the thought of you and Sirius swanning into the party in some sort of horrendous plum-coloured disco getup, and shooed him away towards the Potions classroom. That was an eyesore to imagine sometime when you weren’t about to get a headache from the dim dungeon lighting.

Slughorn greeted you and Sirius by directing you to the front of the classroom with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oho, a pair of latecomers, I see!” He winked at you and Sirius in exaggerated motion. You winced as Snape jeered and nudged Malfoy, who was busy enjoying Flint’s crude gestures at you. Ugh, Slytherin boys. The worst of the lot. Their snickers were quickly stopped by James chucking a handful of powdered wormwood at their heads when Slughorn turned away, making Malfoy’s prized hair appear covered in soot. You shot him a grateful smile.

“Since you two missed my initial remarks, let’s see if you can make it up by identifying today’s potion, hmm?” Slughorn gestured dramatically to a shimmering green brew in a cauldron next to his desk, cherry-coloured smoke curling off of the top invitingly.

Sirius shot you a panicked look, clearly not expecting to be put in the academic spotlight, but you shook your head and stepped closer. You smelled something rich and incense-like, which meant that Bumburrel leaves were a key ingredient. And combined with the way the smoke was drifting lazily around your wrists, curling higher and higher… “Brew of Mandelian, sir. Used for sharpened acuity under times of pressure.”

Slughorn gave a delighted chuckle and clapped his hands. “Well then! Ten points to Gryffindor for paying attention in lectures!” He dismissed you and Sirius with a wave, moving on to explain the finer points of ingredient preparation to a very bemused George Goyle as you slipped into your usual seat beside James.

You worked in quiet harmony for a moment, methodically slicing and crushing the slippery beetles needed to give the brew its signature green colour while James handed you the insects. He broke the silence after six beetles (not that you had been counting or anything) with an awkward, “So… you have a, erm, date?”

You huffed, motioning for him to hand you the foul-smelling Moorish tubers next. “Honestly, James, is it that surprising?” He scratched the back of his neck, frowning. “Well, I– yeah, I guess.” he trailed off, seeing your expression.

“The tubers, Jamie, thank you. I mean, you looked at me like I was a ghost back in the Great Hall!” You were decidedly not making eye contact with him, trying your best to focus on the slimy plants in front of you and not the fact that your best friend-slash-unrequited crush doubted your romantic potential. What a way to be humbled– and while covered in tuber juice, no less!

He huffed, running a hand through his already messy curls. “Come on, Y/n, it’s not like that. What did Sirius want to talk about in the Great Hall, anyway? You two looked… chummy.”

You glared down at the copper slicing board. “Well, it’s none of your business how chummy we are, is it? I don’t interrogate you every time you converse with Peter. In fact, it’s rather expected that Sirius and I speak to one another on occasion, considering the amount of time we all spend together thanks to you.”

You moved to grab another tuber from the jar, but James reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. His hazel eyes were alight with frustration, a look you knew by heart thanks to the hours you’d spent tutoring him in History of Magic after he napped his way through the entire first semester. “Are you serious? You’re actually going with someone?”

“Please, Jamie, do enlighten me on whyever you think I couldn’t possibly get a date with my numerous and diverse charms,” you sniffed, hoping to Merlin that he would just leave the entire subject alone.

“No, it’s–” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “The other boys, they don’t know how– you’re so, I mean, just look at you!” he exclaimed, gesturing at you. He stopped, frowning to himself, looking more confused than before. He glanced over at Lily, expression becoming even more muddled, brow furrowed and hard to read to anyone but you.

Your mouth parted in shock, and to your dismay you felt tears bubbling up again. You blinked fiercely, refusing to let him see you cry. James thought the issue was… your looks? You suddenly wanted to crawl under Slughorn’s desk and never come out again, except perhaps to find a shovel to dig your grave with. This was far, far worse than watching him transfigure chocolates for Lily every Valentine’s Day. Now you knew for a fact he didn’t find you attractive– thought other boys didn’t either, even! And the way he’d clearly mentally compared you to Lily after what he’d admitted… well. There was no recovering from that. Teenage boys could be dense, but Merlin, how you had wanted him to at least let you down gently.

You wished you’d never opened your mouth to lie about having a stupid date in the first place, but you forced yourself to laugh and mutter something trite about how that could all be fixed with a couple glamour charms anyway so it really wasn’t an issue for the party, thank you very much. He looked even more confused, opening his mouth to respond, but Snape chose that moment to interrupt.

“Hey, Potter!” James turned to scowl at the greasy Slytherin as you thanked your lucky stars for Snape’s interruption (a rather disturbing thought– potentially a harbinger of an imminent apocalypse. You’d never thanked Snape before in your life and hoped to never do it again). “Here’s payback for earlier,” he smirked, checking that Slughorn had dozed off and the other students weren’t paying attention before whipping a mottled yellow bottle at James.

James’ carefully honed Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he quickly dodged the object, but as the vial soared up, up, past your carefully diced tubers, over James’ messy notes, it hit your arms and shattered. You flinched in pain, crying out as the glass shards embedded themselves in your arm and the congealing, repulsive liquid dripped down your hands and onto your thighs. James lunged towards you, but it was too late– the potion had already seeped into your skin, causing an awful sparking sensation.

You gasped, grabbing onto the desk as the feeling bubbled upwards. “Jamie, I don’t– I don’t feel–” you stuttered, suddenly lightheaded, and you heard someone gasp as you began to taste something metallic. You absently touched your nose. Why was it so cold and wet? You had been so careful not to touch your face around those horrid tubers and oh, oh Merlin and Morgana what was that pain in your hands and legs, please no make it go away someone help me help me HELP

You vaguely registered someone whimpering in the background. It might have been you, but you weren’t entirely sure what was happening outside of the electric symphony of agony crescending in your nervous system. The pain built swirled flooded through until you weren’t sure where you ended and the potion began which was a funny thought because of course you were you, but you couldn’t remember who you were before this so you laughed but that really hurt, oh how that hurt no no no no no bad idea–

“Fuck– no–” James? Was he here too?

You blinked– when did your eyes open?– and saw him reach for you, frantically pushing his dark curls off his forehead. Why would he do that? You loved his hair, even when you were feeling funny awful things from the potion. You felt his arms scoop under you, lifting you off your seat as he caught your head from falling back. You heard a door slam open, footsteps, darkness clouding your vision–

His voice. “Sweetheart, no– don’t do that, I need you to keep your eyes open.”

You blinked again, trying to focus on James’ face. He looked pale, jaw set and tensed like it was before his Quidditch games. Were you moving? You couldn’t tell whether James was walking or the hallways were walking around you. He glanced down again, exhaling with relief once he saw whatever he was looking for. “Yeah, just like that. Keep those pretty eyes focused on me, okay?”

He thought your eyes were pretty?

James gave a tight laugh. “Yeah, I think your eyes are pretty, dove. Hold on a bit longer, we’re almost there,” he choked out.

Oh. Had you said that out loud?

But you thought– he had said something, before, you couldn’t remember now but it was important and it hurt–

Some part of you, deep where the potion hadn’t reached, had melted at his words. That part was tinged with pain, too, but in a different way, raw and honest and hopeful and all for him. Or maybe that was the potion, you were pretty sure witches weren’t supposed to melt unless they were green and lived somewhere much further west, but your thoughts on the whole process evaporated as you reached a white door and a woman and your words started to swirl until they melted too and everything went black.

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luvring · 1 year

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LEAVING LATE AT NIGHT

bokuto + gn!reader | established relationship, fluff

personally i would Not try to go alone. but you know. gotta write what you gotta write for the fic prompt

“kou?” you gently shake bokuto’s shoulder. your boyfriend had fallen asleep in the middle of your show and you didn't have the heart to wake him up; there was something comically adorable about him curled into you, tucked under a fuzzy blanket. but you were hungry, and you knew there was no more of your favourite snacks in the kitchen.

kotaro's eyes stay closed, but he hums at the sound of your voice. “hm?”

“’m gonna go get some food, okay?”

“okay,” he replies quietly. his arms unwrap from your waist and groggily, he reaches up for the side table where his wallet rests. “d’you have—do you wanna use my card?”

“no, it’s fine, it’ll just be some snacks," you promise. the both of you shift so you can get up, and you make sure to leave a quick kiss on his nose before moving to get ready.

“m’kay.” he exhales and moves to lay on his back, rubbing his eyes to wake up a little more. his voice is raspy when he speaks. “when did i fall asleep? what time is it?”

“you fell asleep an hour ago—i paused the episode by the way. it’s almost 10 i think?”

“oh, ’kay.” kotaro hums again. there’s a beat of silence as he listens to you put your shoes on and wonders how he fell asleep, but he shoots up a second later after finally processing your response. “wait, what?”

“i’ll be back soon, love you,” you call out, disregarding the sound of him pushing the blanket off of himself and it hitting the floor.

“what, no, what? baby, what—” he trips a little as he reaches for his phone on the coffee table in front of him. the brightness makes him squint, but he stutters again when he sees the 9:54 pm staring back at him.

“kou—”

“i’m coming with you, hold on. lemme put on my shoes, wait,” he cuts you off frantically. there’s a second where he notices he isn’t wearing socks, nor is there a pair nearby, and he reaches for his slip ons instead.

“kou, you don’t have to, seriously,” you try not to laugh as he brushes his fingers through his messy hair.

“yeah i do,” he says while walking past you to reach his jacket. he only stops for a second so he can pull you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. bokuto looks at you, and he seems a little bit out of breath, but he still tells you matter-of-factually, “i’m your boyfriend.”

there’s little you can do other than watch him get ready with a small frown. you try to reassure him again, “it’s okay. you’re tired, kou. i’ll be fine–”

“no, i’m coming with you,” he says determined. “you don’t know what could happen this late. what if there’s someone dangerous, or like, a super big monster?”

“a what?” you snort. “i think the show got to you, baby. also what would you do against a monster?”

“well, maybe, but i’m just saying! you don’t know when you could be proof of the supernatural in a 7 eleven parking lot. and obviously i'd distract it until you got the car going and i'd jump in.”

the both of you look at each other, and you open and close your mouth trying to think of a response. because despite his words, and how his brows are furrowed and his mouth in a pout, bokuto's tone in genuinely concerned.

the store isn’t far, you’ve made the 5 minute trip yourself before. and you're sure if you wanted to stand your ground, promise to text or call, he'd (begrudgingly) stay behind. but it was bokuto. you never really rejected more time together, and you're not sure why you'd start now—even if it was only a 15 minute snack run.

so you admit defeat, exhale and smile softly at him. “okay, yeah, you’re right. maybe not the monster part, i hope, but, thank you.”

bokuto's expression quickly turns into a grin before he grabs the car keys. his other hand finds its way into yours, just as warm as usual. he pulls you along to unlock the front door, a bounce in his step as if he didn't just wake up. “did you wanna pass by a drive-thru? i’ll pay.”

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livlaughloveluke · 5 months

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I BEGG soft spiderman bf ethan x hello kitty gf reader

Its just an idea, but if you acc wanna write spiderman!ethan i would look thru a few blogs abt that on here since they're REALLY good. I recommend @spiderlandry

Otherwise it could just be what they're into

Maybe ethan gets reader a hello kitty plushie and she repays him w a comic

Now that i think abt it they dont even have to be dating to begin with

Anyways ik its technically thursday so its okay if you dont get to this right away!! Happy turkey day :)

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan has to make up for a wrecked sleepover

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethans not a great bf but makes up for it at the end

𝐚/𝐧: tysm for this amazing request holy! hope you enjoy :)

you cuddled up into ethan’s arms, the warmth from his embrace making you feel fuzzy inside. you peered down at your matching pastel pink pyjama pants, that were printed with little hello kitty designs all over. ethan had bought them for the both of you, which was a lovely surprise considering you were extremely fond of the endearing cartoon cat.

the obsession started out when you were a young child. the moment you saw the adorable white kitten sewed on a blanket, you fell in love. ever since then, birthdays and christmases were filled with variations of the cat. stuffed animals, clothes, and even school supplies were somehow always decorated with the familiar animal.

your infatuation of the cartoon character seemed to simmer down as you grew older, but it never fully dissipated. for example, when you were a kid you had sheets plastered in the hello kitty pattern, but now in college all that remains on your bed is a stuffed animal of her. however, the simple cat never failed to paint a smile on your face. it wasn’t just her cuteness that drew you toward her, but instead a feeling of nostalgia from your childhood.

ethan smiled, looking down at your face to read your expression. you were deep in thought, staring at your cozy pants. he was captivated by your beauty, and your ability to pull off the comfy look. he was the luckiest man in the entire world. he got to have you, and awesome powers.

your boyfriend, ethan, was your friendly neighborhood spiderman. it was amazing that he was capable of saving lives on the daily, but sometimes his special powers made you feel a little lonely. ethan spent most nights out on the crime-filled streets of new york city, so it was rare you had sleepovers like these. tonight however, he was all yours, and you were free-

the sudden ring of his phone snapped you and him out of your daydreams. he speedily plucked his phone off the coffee table, and answered it. if someone was calling this late at night, you knew it wouldn’t be good. he set off to the other room, with a confused look on his face. his dark brown brows were scrunched together, and his pale lip slightly curled upon hearing the words coming from the device.

he waltzed into your room, trying to get away so he could hear, and you knew what was going to happen next. you filled with sorrow, realizing that he would have to abandon another night of spending time together.

a few minutes later, he walked back out. this time, his eyes were stained with sadness and you sighed, waiting for him to declare his departure.

“y/n, i am so, so sorry but i have-“ ethan starts, but you cut him off, easily able to predict his next words.

“let me guess, another major crime broke out and the city needs their superhero to come save them? it’s okay babe, we can try again another night.” you say, trying to hide your disappointment while kissing him on the cheek.

“it’s not okay, seriously. i pinky promise you i’ll make it up to you soon. i wish i could stay here with you forever, but we both know i can’t.” he states, and you try your best to smile. he grabs his keys and kisses you farewell, promising to return later that night.

he exited out the front door, presumably to change in his car, so he could go resolve whatever issue was causing this ruckus tonight.

you then turned the tv off, and trudged to your bedroom, eager to sleep away the dissatisfaction and pain from this evening.

your salty tears stained your pillow as you silently weeped. you loved ethan, but his constant

abandonment left you feeling heartbroken. you felt selfish, knowing he was out fighting crime, and you still wanted him to be cuddled up with you in bed right now. you slowly fell asleep, now saddled with the heartache of being alone.

ethan was currently swinging as fast as possible through the dark and empty city, rushing so he could he could get back to you. eventually, the pain and exhaustion from the previous fight caught up to him, and he dropped from the buildings to cruise the street. he was out of breath, and every step he took just added to his desire to sleep. although, on his treacherous hike back, the sight of a plushie in a store window made him stop dead in his tracks. it was a large, fluffy hello kitty that stood tall on the shelf, displayed proudly.

he was instantly reminded of you, so he rushed in and grabbed it, slamming enough cash onto the counter before enthusiastically running out. the cashier just stood there, astonished as to what just happened.

ethans heart raced as he began swinging through the tall skyscrapers again. he desperately looked around for your apartment, and when he found it, he impatiently started climbing to reach your bedroom window.

the scattered knocks coming from outside your room woke you up, and you jumped out of your warm bed, cautiously opening your window to see who this strange person was. it was ethan, who breathed heavily through his spiderman costume, with an adorable stuffed animal in hand.

you moved out of the way so he could escape the cold darkness of outside and enter your heated apartment. he ripped off his mask, the sweat adhering some of his curls to his forehead. the lighting allowed him to see your tear-stained cheeks, and guilt washed over him as he wiped them away. before you could get a word in, he handed you the hello kitty plush and began talking.

“i am so sorry for leaving you unexpectedly like that. i’ve spent so much time away from you, and i understand if you want to break up with me, but i really, really want this relationship to work out because i lov-“ he stopped himself. you had never exchanged those three simple words, and his nerves didn’t allow him to. he just continued on, now more careful of his word choice.

“because i care about you. i will give up everything for you if you want me to, just say it and this whole spiderman thing will go away.” you look into his honest brown eyes, and glance back down at your new stuffed animal.

“eth, i don’t want to break up with you, nor do i want you to throw away your life. i just want you to spend time with me. you are the most caring boyfriend in the world, but sometimes i just want to cuddle with you, or do something that a normal couple would do.” he brought you into a warm embrace, and you talked it out. he would try to clear up his schedule so you could have a sleepover together at least once a week, plus all of the times you see each other in class.

you provided him with some of his clothes that he left from previous nights, since his pink pants were now lost in his car, and neither of you had the energy to venture out and get them. you lazily climbed into bed with him, moving so you could lay on his chest. before you drifted off into sleep, you made sure to share one last thing.

“i love you too, by the way.”

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little-acts-of-gratitude · 1 month

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Hello, Tumblr! I am incredibly excited to announce the start of my biggest project so far: Little Acts of Gratitude! It's a post-WW AU fancomic that follows a Ganondorf redemption-ish story set on the Great Sea, in which Link decides to defy fate right before the final duel and bring his sworn enemy back to the surface. But why? The comic explores the Triforce Trio and the world around them, in an attempt to solve the ancient mysteries and tie the loose ends. Suffice it to say, I have big, big plans for this story >:^з.

If you have access to desktop Tumblr, I recommend reading the comic that way, as you’ll be able to see a fancy blog theme with a comfy pagination and a banner for each chapter! But if not, there'll also be a dedicated pagination system for mobile users, like this:

(Page 0) next > last ▷

And now, FAQ/Disclaimer/whatever:

There’s no upload schedule planned as of now. I’ll try my best to aim for monthly updates and have at least a little backlog whenever possible, but more often than not I’ll probably upload the pages as soon as I am done with them. Also I’ll make sure to announce any major hiatuses if for some reason updates will take more time than planned. Just please don’t send any asks/DMs regarding this matter.

As a non-native English speaker, I’d greatly appreciate it if you guys pointed out any grammar mistakes I might make! This goes double for the instances of me using ASL for Link, as I don’t have any kind of experience with sign languages.

You may see the artifacts on the pages - this is the result of me Glazing them, just to see how that pans out. I'll... probably think of an option to show you guys the clean hi-res pages eventually.

For now, the comic will stay a Tumblr exclusive — but I am thinking of potentially crossposting it on other webcomic-hosting platforms! Once I amass a decent amount of pages and decide where exactly to upload them, I will provide links. As for the social media presence, I... don't really have anything other than Tumblr (except, well, iykyk), so no promises there.

And for, uh, legal purposes: the Legend of Zelda series belongs to Nintendo; I am not affiliated with them and do not claim ownership on anything other than the artwork itself. Not that they're currently going for fancomics, thankfully.

And... Thanks for taking time to read this! My lack of work ethics is my lifelong nemesis, but I hope that, despite everything, this comic will see the light of day, that I won’t stop working on it until I’m done, and that you will have a great time reading my silly little AU for a silly little vidyagame ✨!

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quack-quack-snacks · 6 months

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Star Crossed - Chapter 1

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Na-yeon. Word Count: 4,147

Waking up was always the hardest part of the day for you. Your body resisted it with all its might and sometimes the temptation was too strong to resist.

Or at least it would be if you didn’t have an older brother there to smack you with a pillow until you got up.

Your arms instinctually went up to protect your face as you screeched when your attacker would not stop. You heard Gwi-nam laugh as you rolled around in your bed, trying to avoid the insistent hits of the fluffy pillow. Finally, he stopped. He was grinning until it turned into an annoyed scowl.

“I have been trying to wake you up for the past 30 minutes, now you only have 15 to get ready for school or else I’m leaving you here.”

You knew the threat was empty and he would wait all day for you if you needed it but you still practically leaped out of the bed at his words.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’ll be ready soon, I promise!” You quickly rushed to the bathroom to start your morning routine, brushing your teeth only until you were satisfied they felt and smelled clean before going on to styling your hair into a simple but cute hairdo. Quickly getting changed, you rushed out of your room and slid into the kitchen using your socked feet. Grabbing a quick breakfast time you could eat on the way, you rushed to put your shoes on.

When Gwi-nam walked out of his bedroom, unrushed and calm, you looked at him, confused.

“Why aren’t you rushing?” You questioned, slightly out of breath and slowly catching on as his lips tilted into a large and mischievous grin. You looked at the clock on the wall of your living room and looked back at him comically slowly. It was 40 minutes before you needed to leave. “Oh, you little shit! I’m gonna kill you!” You stood up, one shoe still untied but that didn’t stop you from running after him as he ran away and laughed loudly at your reaction.

You and Gwi-nam walked across the crosswalk, both walking in a comfortable silence until you both saw them.

Myeong-hwan and his 'friends.'

The small smile you wore as you walked dropped as soon as you saw them.

“Have fun,” You whispered to Gwi-nam, trying to keep the bitterness out of your tone. It seemed to work because he just gave you a small smile and ruffled your hair which you smacked him for. Ignoring the way his entire persona changed as he walked over to the group, you put your headphones on and turned your music up until you could no longer hear the chatter of the people around you before walking into the school and heading for your classroom, knowing the bell would be going off soon.

You arrived just as the warning bell went off and went to sit in your assigned seat next to the window beside Nam-ra. She was already there, early as always, and you gave her a small smile before sitting down, taking your headphones out and putting them away as well as turning your phone off completely and taking out your old one. Luckily, you hadn’t been caught not turning in your phone yet and Ms. Park continued to believe the phone you turned in each day without fail was your only phone.

You were a good student, why wouldn’t she believe you.

Ms. Park was one of the only people in the school - including the teachers - who never really looked at you based on who you were related to, which you were always grateful for.

You slipped your actual phone into your backpack just as all the other students started to flood into the classroom.

You saw one person in particular who walked in. She always sat behind you, relatively quiet and you only ever saw her hang around one person who you assumed was her close friend if not her boyfriend. You never really knew her or anything but you remembered her name from it being mentioned in passing. Hee-su.

You turned around as you saw her walk unsteadily to her desk which sat right behind Nam-ra. Her skin was as pale as ash and her face seemed lightly shiny with a thin layer of sweat. She clutched her stomach almost in pain.

“H-hey, are you okay?” You questioned her hesitantly. Rightly so as she looked up to you in a panic and stared at you with a slightly terrified look in her eyes.

“Yes,” she said almost too quickly. You felt hurt for a moment as you figured she was just scared of you because of your brother like so many others were until you saw the fear in her eyes. This wasn’t a fear directed at you but more of a fear of getting found out, of being caught. “Y-yes, I’m fine.” Her hand found its way back down where she almost imperceptibly caressed her sweatshirt covered stomach. You let out a silent gasp and she looked at you with an unbridled amount of terror when she realized you had figured it out.

You gave her a hesitant and small, but extremely genuine, smile as you slowly reached for the hand that she had resting on her desk to give it a small squeeze. She returned the smile after a moment of her face being in complete shock as she was completely shocked by your actions. You let her hand go and turned around just as you noticed two girls behind her putting on sweatpants underneath their skirts. You let out a small faint laugh as you did see them. Although you stopped doing that years ago, it was always a perk to know how to change your clothes in public even while wearing a full set.

A large group of boys gathered your attention once you turned back around and you watched them as they talked and laughed with each other. You didn’t bother listening to their conversation but you just watched as your arms formed a pillow on the desk for your chin to rest on and you dreamed about what it would be like to be a part of a group like that.

Suddenly, the girl you knew as On-jo stormed into the classroom, obviously annoyed, and threw a backpack at Cheong-san who just smirked at her as she sat down. You smiled lightly as you saw their interaction, they did this every single day without fail and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. Anyone with eyes could see that Cheong-san liked On-jo except for her apparently.

Even though you didn’t know any of the people in your class, you knew all of their names. Perks of being the outcast you guessed. You hardly had anyone to focus your attention on so you focused your attention on the people around you. You had Nam-ra but she was always absorbed into her schoolwork.

She had disclosed her insecurities and fears before: how she was scared to let her grades drop and her mom to get angry at her; how she was scared to open up to anyone else and get to know them because of how her mother would compare her to them as well as because she never really knew how; how she was hesitant to let you over to her house or even just tell her mom about you because she wasn’t sure how she would react to you being apart of the Yoon family. Though Nam-ra never judged you based on your family for even a second, she knew her mother would.

It hurt at times but you understood.

So you decided to get to know your classmates through your ears and their voices.

Getting snapped out of your thoughts when the right classroom door opened again, you noticed a familiar tall figure walk in and take his bag off before walking over to the group of boys who were still talking about a girl who worked at a store they had went to.

You heard Wu-jin make a comment about smelling his feet from across the classroom and you let out a small giggle.

One which caught the attention of the talked about boy and he looked over at you with his brown eyes. He shot you a small smile before walking over and draping his arms over the shoulders of Gyeong-su and Cheong-san.

“Then I’ll break his fingers-” Wu-jin started but was cut off as a familiarly irritating voice filled the air and Na-yeon walked in.

“Hey!” Unfortunately for Gyeong-su, he was sitting on her desk so he gained the full force of her wrath.

“Whoa. What the fuck?” Joon-yeong exclaims as Na-yeon walks up to them and he flinches slightly at her presence which you stiffle a laugh at, not bothering to pick your head up from your arms as you continue to watch them, waiting for what would happen next.

“Get off of there. You stink.” Na-yeon said to Gyeong-su and he got quickly got off, a little confused by her harsh demeanor.

“Oh, okay. My bad,” he said while getting up. “What’s the big deal? Sorry.” He tried to use his sleeve to wipe the surface of the desk off before she yanked her bag off and smacked his hand away.

“Cut it out! You’re so dirty,” she insulted.

Gyeong-su blinked once as he comprehended what she just said to him. “Hey, what the hell?” He asked, you could hear the slight trace of annoyance and hurt beneath the calm outer tone he portrayed.

Cheong-san came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him to prevent him from starting something in the classroom. “Hey, just let it go,” he said as the bell chimed.

“What the hell is your problem?” Wu-jin asked as he walked past her and she elbowed him in the ribs.

At the display of slight aggression, you lifted your head from your hands and Na-yeon noticed immediately. The fight went out of her eyes and she just stood there, looking at you fearfully as you sat back in your chair and glared at her with your arms crossed and your head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

The others did not seem to notice her lack of involvement in the argument anymore and continued asking her questions before Ms. Park entered the room. “Hey, you punks.” Her tone implied how tired she was of dealing with her students’ shit and you turned your head to the window to hide your slight smile at it. “Come on guys. Take your seats. Come on, move it!” She rolled her eyes as she got to her desk and placed her things down as the class finally settled down and everyone was in their seats.

“Hi there,” she said to the class, her face still portraying her annoyed face until she heard half of the class repeat her greeting back to her, some even waving childishly at her. She smiled. “Hi. Good morning. Time to hand in your phones, everyone!”

Starting with the front row, everyone stood up to hand their phones in and place them into the grey box with little numbered rectangular holes marking each one for the phones to fit in until the end of each day. Before you could even consider standing up, Nam-ra grabbed your phone from where it was placed on your desk and started walking towards Ms. Park’s desk with it. It was something she had offered to do the second day you had started chatting and considering each other to be friends and she had done it ever since.

After everyone had given their phones over, Ms. Park started speaking again. “Who’s in touch with Hyeon-ju?” Nobody answered but a few looked hesitant. “Nobody? So none of you have tried calling her today?”

Joon-yeong cleared his throat before speaking, “Uh, we cleaned the science lab together yesterday, but I haven’t seen her since.”

She sighed, “Okay, if anyone hears from her sometime within the next few days, let me know right away, okay?” Everyone nodded and replied with ‘Okay’s.’ She pulled one of the phones from the box and started doing something with it as she started going back to the topic of school. “Exams start soon, so get your acts together.”

You could see from in front of you the two “brothers” fighting as Wu-jin saw Dae-su holding his phone underneath the table when suddenly his and another phone, you guessed either On-jo’s or I-sak’s just based on location, rang out with a notification.

“I heard that,” Ms. Park let out a little groan of annoyance. “Hand over your phones, please.”

As Dae-su and I-sak stood up to go and turn their phones in, Dae-su made a show of holding onto his phone for dear life with two hands as Ms. Park tried to take it. It slipped from his grasp and she gave him a certain look as he backed away and gave a slight bow in apology.

Noticing one of the phones was not what she knew it should have been, Park took it out and saw it was On-jo’s number slot. “On-jo. This is your phone from last year.” The class snickered. “Take it please.” As On-jo did the walk of shame to replace her old and broken phone with her new and working one, Ms. Park placed the box in one of her drawers. “I will be back in a few minutes. Nam-ra, please watch over the class in my absence.”

Nam-ra gave a nod and Ms. Park smiled before walking out. True to her word, she was only gone for a few minutes before coming back in and starting the class.

For the majority of the class, you just drew little figures and doodles in the corner on your notebook, not writing much down and only paying attention through listening. Because your brother took this class last year, you would often sit down with him at the kitchen counter after school and do your homework with him. Being too skilled for your own grade, he would always print a copy of his work for you to do. You would whine and complain each time but it was nice to have something a bit more challenging - especially something like learning a new language as complex as English - since you were constantly bored in class.

Little did you know it would lead to you being bored in most of your classes the next year too. Oh well, at least you were fluent in English now.

“‘In fact, none of us are completely free from prejudice. We all have preconceived ideas about others.’” Ms. Park recited in English before switching back to Korean. “Here, ‘free from’ means the lacking in or unencumbered by. Anyone want to interpret this?” She started tapping on the wall as she waited for someone to volunteer. Just before she was about to pick someone to answer, the scraping of a chair against the granite floor was heard and you turned in your seat to look at Hee-su as she stood up. She looked even worse than she did before. “Okay. Hee-su?”

Ms. Park smiled in relief as she waited for her to respond only to get a shaky and quiet reply back. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay. Go.”

You gave Hee-su a reassuring smile when she looked down at you in a panic and you could see some of her anxiety melting off of her shoulders before she grabbed her bag and slowly walked - or wobbled - out of the classroom and in the direction of what you knew to be the nurse’s office.

Just as you were about to turn back around, your eyes caught on another’s. Su-hyeok sat there and was looking at you with a soft look in his eyes and his lips upturned into a small smile that he seemed to only have reserved for you based off of how you’ve seen him smile around his friends.

To be honest you weren’t sure if you should feel special or left out.

Giving him a small smile back, you turned back around in your seat just as the teacher called on Nam-ra to answer and she expressed her interpretation of the quote.

“The truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people,” she said confidently and you looked down to hide your proud smirk while twirling your pencil around in your hands.

“Hmm, okay, nice,” Park praised before directing her attention to Su-hyeok who was drawing and smiling into his notebook, obviously not paying attention to what Nam-ra was saying or anything being taught. “Next, Bare-su. Stand up.”

Some of the students let out small giggles as they heard what she called him. “Yes?” he asked, unsure of why he was being called on.

“What’s with ‘Bare-su’?” She asked and he just stood there for a few moments in silence as he comprehended her words. Luckily, or unluckily depending on who you ask, Joon-seong answered for him.

“It’s short for Barefoot Su-hyeok. Bare-su for short.”

“He hates wearing socks. He’s so weird about it,” Dae-su interjected after Joon-seong was finished before looking back at Su-hyeok and maintaining eye contact while saying, “I can smell it from a mile away,” and plugging his nose dramatically as his face scrunched up as if smelling something extremely gross.

You let out an airy laugh that you thought was quiet enough to not be heard, especially under the noise of your classmates laughing as well, but Dae-su practically gave himself whiplash from how fast he spun around to look at you in surprise.

It was no secret you were not the most expressive of people at the school, competing with Nam-ra for how little you showed most of the time.

Although just like her, it was a defense mechanism.

“Okay, Bare-su,” Ms. Park said after her own laughs had calmed down. “What did Nam-ra say a minute ago?” She interrogated and you could basically see how Su-hyeok froze under her gaze.

Dae-su, who still had been looking at you in shock, whipped back around to face forward when you caught his eye and gave him a small and unsure smile.

“Uh…” Su-hyeok started and you looked back over at him only to see him looking at you almost in a plea for help. You were sure to everyone else, though, it just looked like he was looking at Nam-ra.

The whole class mocked him and he smiled while rolling his eyes. “She was absolutely correct. A hundred percent,” he confidently stated and the class, including Ms. Park, all laughed at his attempt to get out of the situation.

“What was her absolutely correct answer then?” Ms. Park didn’t let up.

“Hmm… All right,” he started again and shot you one last hopeful look. “I-huh?”

Everything stopped when the left door slid open and a bloody Hyeon-ju walked into the classroom. A few students stood up and walked toward her before she collapsed onto the floor with Ms. Park just barely catching her. At that, everyone, including yourself, stood up and rushed over to the scene. You slid onto your knees to kneel beside your teacher, ignoring how your knees ached from the impact, and placed your fingers over her pulse to find her heartbeat extremely irregular; speeding up to a BPM of 160 then slowing back down to a 40.

“Her heartbeat is irregular, I’ve never felt or seen something like this. She is also sweating profusely despite being very cold. She should be covered with blankets to help sweat off whatever infection she’s contracted as well as taken to the hospital immediately.” You told Ms. Park in a low tone that only the people in the small circle surrounding the girl could hear.

Then, you could hear the soft and slurred words she was saying, leaning your head down closer to hear what they were.

“Ms. Park…” she whispered, her eyes unfocused and head lolling back despite being in Ms. Park’s arms.

“Yeah, it’s me. Do you recognize me?” Said woman asked.

“He grabbed me… The science teacher grabbed me and locked me up.”

Ms. Park, as well as most of the other students, had a shocked look on her face before she shook it off. “He locked you up? The science teacher? Mr. Lee Byeong-chan?”

“He tied me up…” Hyeon-ju sounded more slurred yet scared by the second as she continued with her story.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Na-yeon said arrogantly from behind the scene.

“Na-yeon, shut it,” you spoke out quietly while taking off your jacket and using it to cover Hyeon-ju’s startlingly still body. You assumed it must have been because of the shock.

Because of your concentration, you didn’t see the petrified look on Na-yeon’s face and how she bowed down slightly toward you.

“I suggest we take her to the infirmary at least, there you should call for an ambulance to come and get her so she can be put into more suitable hands,” you started to take over the situation since you could tell Ms. Park was obviously too shocked and shaken by what was happening that all she could do was hold Hyeon-ju in her arms. “Su-hyeok, you’re the strongest so you should carry her there,” you looked him in the eyes as you spoke and could see the determination lighting a fire within them. “On-jo, I-sak,” both girls stiffened at your voice being directed at them which you tried not to let affect you or your voice and continued with your instructions. “You two should go along with him and Ms. Park to be of any assistance they might need. The nurse is alone today so she might need help.”

Both girls nodded at your instructions and you quickly grabbed Hyeon-ju to help situate her onto Su-hyeok’s back. Just before they all left, you whispered a quick, “Be careful,” into Su-hyeok’s ear and he only gave a very mild nod before rushing off with the three girls.

You all sat there as you waited for the teacher and students to get back, most ignoring Ms. Park’s instructions of staying in your seats and doing your school work in favor of gossiping or playing cards with each other.

You sat with your headphones in and your music playing just loud enough to blare out the noise of everyone talking as you rested your head on your arms once again. When I-sak came in, you lowered your music and heard her talking about what happened with the girl.

“It’s no joke. She was biting people and thrashing around!” As you tried to gather all of her symptoms together and come up with a diagnosis, the closest thing you could come up with was just a cold with how little information you were given. The biting part didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

Whatever the science teacher did to her must have been something extreme.

Before you knew it, the bell had rung and neither On-jo nor Su-hyeok had returned so you wrote a note on a sticky note for Su-hyeok and waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Nam-ra told you she would save a spot for you at your normal lunch table until you told her not to worry about it and you were more than likely just going to eat it while underneath the cherry blossom tree like you did most days anyways. She nodded in acknowledgement and gave you a smile and a wink as she saw the name written on the sticky note. Once everyone had left, you walked over to Su-hyeok’s desk and placed the sticky note on his desk. As you went to walk away, you noticed a drawing of the top half of a girl holding a flower in the top right corner of his open-notebook. She looked familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Noticing the slight pang in your chest, you shook your head and just decided you would ask him about it when you guys were to call next; maybe even earlier if you could catch him when nobody was around.

After grabbing your lunch and heading down to the garden section where only a few people hung around during lunch, you situated yourself underneath the cherry blossom tree and started munching on your food. With your headphones in and your music playing, you were unable to hear the screams of terror that were slowly getting louder as they approached you.

As you leaned your head back against the tree trunk, the rhythmic beat of your favorite song playing through your ears and the rest of the world canceled out, you didn’t notice the horde getting closer.

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#all of us are dead #aouad #cheong-san #dae-su #gyeong-su #nam-ra #on-jo #xreader #su hyeok x y/n #su hyeok x reader #su hyeok #lee su hyeok #suhyeok x reader #su-hyeok

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liv4mj · 10 months

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☆ - Hiding in plain sight ୨୧

[Modern] Spider-Man!Ellie × fem!reader ⚢܀˙

⚠︎ - tooth rotting fluff, LOSER ELLIE, cursing, adult themes, ! ! ─

Everything on Ellies body aches. Everyone's voice melts together in her mind, only focusing on you. The girl who sits two seats ahead of her in her Humanities class. Besides the constant sharp pains racing through her body, the only thing she can think of at this moment is you. The way you put a heart-shaped picture of ‘spider woman’ in your phone case ever since she started visiting you in her spare time. Or the way you started to wear more spider motifs. Not to mention the spider webs you draw all over anything and everything. Backpack straps? Covered. Your journals / notes? At least five of them. She loves every moment of it. She just wished you knew who she was. Talking to you as spider woman? No problem, talking to you as just Ellie is the issue. Anything fuzzy in her mind stops as the bell rings, and Ms. Servopoulos dismissed everyone, except her. “Ms. Williams, please stay behind for a moment.” All she can really do is sigh before looking up to see you looking at her with a sympathetic expression mouthing ‘goodluck’ before walking off. Trying to hide her flushed face, she walks over to the extremly agitated professor. “Ellie, you have missed three classes this week. Not to mention, your grades are slipping.” She sighs and rubs her forehead before continuing “Ellie you are brilliant. What is going on with you?” The only thing she can really do is stand there for a second before muttering out a half assed “sorry, I’ll get my grades up soon. Promise” Before A - lining out of that classroom. Being spiderwoman is a tough gig, physically and mentally.

Thirty minutes after the lesson, Ellie is suiting up for your daily window visit. Slipping her drawn on, old converse over her suit and grabbing a small box and shoving it into her backpack, making her way over to you. Webbing her way across the city to the balcony she's grown to love. Positioning herself upside down on the roof and doing her secret knock you guys established about a week ago. Her heart skips a beat as she sees you bolt up and run over to your window, opening it frantically, “There you are! I was getting worried you wouldn't show.” Your voice was filled with relife," she softly chuckled, tilting her head comically, “I wouldn’t miss this for the entire world.” You look down, flushed “Oh would you stop.” You whisper as you grab the bottom of her mask and pull it up slightly above her lip, exposing the tip of her nose. Your eyes scanning over her features as a smile creeps onto her face, “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You put your finger over her lips as if you were shushing her “I was getting to that, doofus.” Grabbing onto her face, pressing your lips onto hers. The taste of her coconut chapstick coats your lips, as the feeling of her lips makes your head go all fuzzy. Pulling away and pulling her mask back down as she crawls through your window, attempting to be cool but ultimately failing as she slips on your backpack. Trying to ignore the fact you giggled at her demise, she hopped up and started rummaging in her bag for the box she picked up on her way out. You being yourself, you peek over “whatcha looking for?” you ask faintly. She simply replies “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, now close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You close your eyes before stating “If you put something freaky in my hand, i swear i will deck you in the face.” “Keep telling yourself that,” She whispers as she opens the box and lays out the necklace with a small little spider charm on the end across your hand. The feeling of cold the chain basically made your eyes dart open and look down at your hands in admiration. “Oh my god… this is beautiful, I love it, thank you thank you thank you” You throw your arms around her neck before turning around and handing her the necklace “Help me put it on! C’mon” “Yeah, yeah, okay.” Moving your hair out of the way and clasping the necklace shut.

Turning around all dramatic, showing off the necklace before you purred out “Thank you, Ellie, I love it.” Standing there in shock, heat coating her face “How.. how do you know?” You giggle and point down at her shoes, your converse give you away, dork. “..oh” she muttered under her breath, looking down at her signature converse, before feeling the warmth of your hand at the bottom of her mask, “Can i?” You whisper. Responding with a slow nod, you take her mask off, her auburn hair falling across her face, and her cheeks glowing a bright red. “You’re adorable y’know that?” She looks away and scoffs “Since when were you the flirty one?” Grabbing her face again, leaning into her a nudge, “It's a two way streak spider-woman” you whisper before kissing her freckled face, fully unmasked for the first and definitely not that last time.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #spider woman #the last of us #tlou2 ellie #ellie fluff

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devils-dares · 1 year

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I really think Joel deserves some comfort, so please #3 and/or #14 from the Grumpy x Sunshine prompts with Joel x male reader, maybe? Perhaps something with him overhearing some conversations between the reader and Ellie...?

#3 - sunshine is babbling happily & grumpy is listening

#14 - grumpy is realizing what a different (and much more pleasant) life it would be if sunshine was by their side all the time

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“...and so when Outbreak Day happened, I think he got turned as well, but he never got to finish the run and I think that is so upsetting. Plus, I had to leave my collections at home! At home, El, where a clicker is probably eating the pages. I spent so much money on that damn collection.”

“So where was it supposed to lead?”

“I’ll never know! I think he was supposed to get married but I’m not sure.”

“Thought you said he had a girlfriend.”

“Who died, Ellie.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot.”

Joel sat on the far side of the camp, listening to your voices carry over the air. He loved listening to you talk. You could talk his ear off all day and all night and he wouldn’t care because he loved the sound of you.

You’d been a recent partner, after Tess’s demise. He’d come to hate you, stuck in a mindset that you were here to replace her. He quickly realized he was wrong, with how much you moved around and talked. He’d get every single fact about your favorite comics wrong just so your voice could fill the silence. God, he felt like he could pass a trivia game on your favorite character, the way you’d talk about the comics whenever there was nothing else to talk about.

This was really only the second longer trip the two of you were on, after about eight months of joining. You were refreshing to be around, he noticed. It was like you were an extra ray of sunshine outside and in the QZ.

He was leaning up against a tree, arms crossed in front of him with his eyes closed when he heard you and Ellie start talking in hushed voices.

“So you and Joel, huh?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“What?”

“Me and Joel what?”

“You two look at each other like how I imagine people in love look at each other. It’s disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You’re telling me you don’t have the slightest crush on grumps?”

“We’re calling him grumps now?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“Shh!” you say, glancing at Joel, who’s still trying his best to stay awake while looking asleep, “Maybe? I dunno, I guess so.”

“I knew it!” Your hand slaps over her mouth.

“Shut up and go to bed.”

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“You got that look on your face, eyebrows scrunched. Can’t tell if you’re thinking or constipated.”

“I’m not con- Jesus, you’re just like the kid.” Joel says.

“My main character trait.”

“Flaw, I’d say.”

“Yet you continue to ask me to accompany you.”

“And if I’d ask you to keep doing so?” He heard your footsteps stop crunching in the gravel.

“Continue? With you? You’re not gonna shoot me to shut up?”

“Nice to have some blab on like you to fill the quiet.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a little crush on me, Miller,” you elbow him in the side, “I’m just kidding.”

He hums, but he knows you’re not wrong. He promises to himself that as soon as this thing blows over, he’s taking you back to Tommy’s place for a real date.

#joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfic #joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x male!reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x fem!reader #800 follower celebration #birthday celebration

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fantasyinallforms · 4 months

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For the January Fotfics roulette. I give you.

Royalty au

And

Awful first meeting

This was so fun to write! Thank you! and thank you to the Fotfics team for hosting the event!

This kinda oops into a plot bunny.... ENJOY!

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“The plane left!” Bilbo stood at the terminal kiosk clutching his phone with the screen pointed toward the customer service lady so she didn’t think he was a loon. “The ticket clearly states that the flight was for noon. It’s just past eleven now!” Bilbo struggled to lower his voice. He didn’t mean to shout. It wasn't this poor lady's fault, but he was panicking. He collected himself and continued in a more reasonable tone. “Ma'am. I need to be in Erebor before four in the evening tomorrow. Please, is there anything you can do?”

“I’m very sorry about all of this, Mr. Baggins. Please have a seat, and I’ll see what I can do.” The lady replied and motioned to the hard plastic chairs to her right. Bilbo took his seat with his head in his hands. An hour ticked by, and every minute that passed felt like forever. How long had he worked to get this posting? All for it to get washed away by a computing error? It was too terrible to think about. A long hour ticked by, made worse by his nervous habit of checking the clock every three minutes. He tried to work on some papers to keep his mind off the time, but he hadn't managed a single sentence despite trying.

“Mr Baggins?” A woman in a clean and pressed flight uniform called his name. She was holding a ticket in her hand, and Bilbo’s spirits soared.

“Yes, that’s me!” He gathered his papers together haphazardly and hurried to greet her.

“We managed to find you a ticket on another flight. It leaves soon, but I can escort you to the jet bridge now. Please follow me.” She motioned forward, and they started walking. “The only seat available was a first-class seat, and we’ve taken the liberty of upgrading you due to all the trouble.” relief and a brief excitement washed over him as they kept a brisk pace. She escorted him as promised. Once inside the plane, a stewardess checked his ticket and led him to the first-class eating area. Bilbo had never been in a proper first class. This was a fairly large plane with fancy accommodations. He was wide-eyed, trying to take it all in. Most of the seats were side by side near a window with a partition separating the seats from the aisle. His seat, however, was in a row that went down the middle. The seats had curved walls that extended around them, creating the illusion of a closed-off space, and the seats faced opposite each other so you could face the person you shared the area with. It was clearly meant for people traveling together, yet his ticket indicated that it was indeed his row.

Bilbo struggled to keep ahold of his papers as he strained his neck to look at the numbers above the seats. He was tired, and it had already been a long day, so when he thought he had found his seat, he plopped himself down only to be met with the very unexpected noise and feel of warm of the air leaving someone's lungs on the back of his neck as hands came up automatically to meet his hips. Bilbo startled immediately and stood up at once. Behind him was a tall, broad, handsome man with a short beard and silver-streaked black hair. His face gave away nothing about his feelings on just getting sat on, and Bilbo was absolutely mortified. To make matters infinitely worse, the papers slipped from his hands and cascaded comically around his feet.

“This is seat A1. I believe you were looking for seat A2.” The man said in a buttery, deep voice that did nothing to help his current state of embarrassment. He pointed at the seat next to and opposite him with a smirk.”

“R-right. I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention. Let me just gather these.” Bilbo said as he crouched down to gather all his papers and stood just in time for the stewardess to come back around.

“Mr. Baggins, were you able to find your seat?” She asked. Bilbo only nodded. “Wonderful. Can I help you place your luggage in the overhead?” Before he actually thought about it, he said no and shuffled to the correct seat. Bilbo realized immediately that he should have let the stewardess help him. He had never had issues with the overhead bins in the economy or business class, but the ceilings were lifted in first class, and his height proved to be a definite problem. He stood on his tippy toes with his arms far over his head. He could tell his shirt was likely riding up from all the running around he'd been doing. He’s hardly had time to make himself more presentable. Just as he thought he would need to call the stewardess back over, a hand on his waist moved him to the side as his attractive seat companion effortlessly put the luggage away and returned to his seat without a word. Speechless, Bilbo sat down and buckled himself in. This was going to be an exceptionally long ten-hour flight.

For the next hour or so, everything went as it should. They took off, got into the air, and were finally allowed to roam the cabin and unbuckle their seatbelts. The seat had a spacious pull-out desk he happily utilized to brush up on some Ereborian knowledge. He was absorbed by his work but couldn't help sneaking glances at his unintended travel companion. He had a tight beard and a sharp nose with a well-defined jawline. After falling into the man's lap, he could also confirm he was quite a sturdy man. Every time he looked up, the man was already looking at him, and Bilbo quickly looked away in embarrassment. It was hard to stop noticing once he started noticing the man was staring. Eventually, he had to address it for his own sanity.

“It’s very rude to stare at people.” He looked up and held eye contact with the man almost defiantly. No one had the right to be that handsome and intimidating all at once.

“I’m not staring. I’m curious.” The man replied. Bilbo let out a chuckle.

“Then ask me a question. It’s off-putting being stared at by someone whose name I don’t even know.” Bilbo remarked.

“Thorin.” the man replied.

“Pardon?”

“Thorin. My name. Now you know it.” Thorin supplied

“Oh, erm. I’m Bilbo, and if this is about earlier, then I’m sorry. I’m sure that wasn’t a preferred way to start your trip.”

“I can think of worse ways to start a trip.” It was said casually, but Bilbo felt himself blush. Goddess help him. He was a 40-year-old man crushing on someone he had met two hours ago. If he noticed Bilbo’s distress, he didn't say anything and instead continued. “I’m curious why you have a large amount of research on Erebor in front of you.”

“I’m a journalist,” Bilbo replied proudly. Thorin scoffed and leaned back in his chair to take a clipped sip of his drink. “I take it you’re not a fan of my profession?” Bilbo asked.

“No, I can't say I’m a fan of an industry built on invading people's privacy and angling facts to meet their own agenda.” Thorin snorted. Bilbo immediately jumped on the statement.

“I’m not a tabloid journalist writing thoughtless pieces for the margins of fitness and gossip magazines. Going to Erebor is a dream come true for me. The country has opened its borders for the first time in sixty years. I partitioned the Ereborian government for months to allow me to interview the king, and a week ago, I was told I might have a shot! So that’s why I'm researching. I don't want to make a fool of myself. If I mess this up, I can kiss my career goodbye.” Bilbo chided. A cascade of emotions passed over Thorin's face and settled on something specifically neutral.

“So the future of your career depends on a king maybe talking to you?” Thorin replied. Even Bilbo laughed at that.

“That must sound pretty silly, but in a sense, yes. Opportunities like this don't happen all the time, after all. What about you? Why are you visiting Erebor?”Bilbo asked.

“Not visiting, returning. I was visiting my sister in London.”

“So you’re a native Ereborian! What’s it like? I imagine it's beautiful, surrounded by all those mountains.” Bilbo tried not to sound dreamy as the image of snow capped mountains all around him popped into his head.

“Is that not what all this scattered around you is for?” Thorin asked, pointing at the papers on his little desk. Bilbo cleared all the papers into his backpack and replaced them with a well-loved notebook and a pen.

“Papers can’t tell you the heart of the country or why people call it home. What is there to do in Erebor? Where do you go for fun? What’s the food like?” Bilbo asked enthusiastically. The last question was just for him, but he was hungry to know all the same. Thorin leaned in, his eyes growing warm.

“Is this all on the record or off of it?” Thorin asked, pointing with his nose to the now-open notebook in front of Bilbo. He shut the book and put his hands on top of it.

“Sorry, force of habit. Off the record then.” Bilbo said with a smile. Thorin chatted with him about the tall pine trees and blankets of snow in the winter. He spoke with reverence about the craftsmanship of the Ereborian people and the rich communities that raised their children together and built a life in a place once thought inhospitable. Bilbo caught himself in a lazy smile as he lost track of the words being said, opting instead to enjoy the gravel of his voice. He was desperately trying to hold back the other less tame thoughts of how that voice would sound wrapped around his name in pleasure when he realized the conversation had come to a natural end. Thorin taking a sip of his drink allowed Bilbo to collect his thoughts and respond appropriately. “That’s the kind of thing I can't get from online articles and books written sixty years ago.”

“Will this king you're interviewing care about such little things as that?” There was something about the way that Thorin asked that caught him off guard. Like he suddenly had a spotlight on him. As warm as it was, that gaze still held an unnatural intensity.

“Maybe not, but I care about it,” Bilbo replied. “I think the king must care about things like that. They’re his people, after all. This king is the one who opened the borders back up, so I think that points to good judgment. I was actually upset. I petitioned the government to be here two months ago to see the coronation, but they weren’t allowing anyone into the country yet.”

“It was a simple ceremony. Not a lot of pomp or circumstance. It would've been boring to watch anyway.” Thorin commented with a smile

“You were there!” Bilbo shouted before ducking his head and lowering his voice. “I mean, were you invited? Or was it televised?”

“All of Erebor was invited,” Thorin said simply.

“Do you like your king? Or… actually, is that rude to ask? People always ask that about the queen, but I know a few staunch monarchists that take offense to the question.” Bilbo was buzzing with so much curiosity, and Thorin, for his part, seemed to be enjoying the conversation. Or, at the very least, he found Bilbo’s limitless questions amusing. Thorin took a long pause before answering.

“I like the king most days. I can't say I envy him, though. Running a country is… challenging.” Bilbo thought that was the end of it, but he continued. “Though all of this is a moot point.”

“Is it?” Bilbo replied.

“It is. The only way to truly get to know a new place is to experience it, not just read or be told about it. I should take you to my favorite tea shop. You did ask about the food.” Thorin offered casually. Bilbo was unsure he heard the man right. Had he just been invited out for tea with a stupidly handsome stranger he met on a plane? A stranger whose first interaction with him was to be sat on.

“I-I would love that, but we could be headed in completely separate directions once we land.” Bilbo spluttered.

“Maybe, but it’s a small country.” Thorin's smile was blinding now. Bilbo chewed on his lip to hide the flush on his cheeks.

“You really don't have to. I’m sure you’re a very busy person.” Bilbo stammered.

“But I want to. And if I don’t take you, you might try and go alone. You could end up in a tourist district and get the wrong idea about my country to put in one of those articles of yours.” Thorin teased.

Bilbo snorted. “Erebor doesn't have a tourist district.”

“I haven't been home in a month. One could have popped up in my absence.” They both broke out into laughter. The strictness on Thorin’s sharp face faded into something soft and nearly irresistible. The rest of the plane ride went exceptionally smoothly. They chatted some more and ate the first-class meals they were provided in between doing separate tasks like reading or watching a movie. The conversation was light and interesting, and Bilbo found that he barely felt the time pass. At some point, he nodded off to sleep with a book in his hand but woke up with it bookmarked and a thin blanket covering him. Bilbo stretched as he woke and tried to tame the sleep-mussed curls on his head. When he finally got his shoulder to pop and his hair to lay flat, he looked out of the window, and his heart sank. The tall peak of Erebor's biggest mountain was on the horizon. A breathtaking sight, and yet…

“The Lonely Mountain is what that peak is called. The royal palace is built right into the side of it.” Thorin’s deep voice cut into his disappointed thoughts. He startled with an embarrassing squeak and clapped his hand over his mouth with a groan. Thorin only laughed. “Good morning. Or perhaps afternoon. It’s eight in the evening now.” No sooner had Thorin finished speaking when the seatbelt light licked on in the cabin, and the kind voice of the stewardess asked them to return to their seats for the plane's descent.

The ten hours were up. Bilbo felt his stomach do strange flips as he snuck glances at the seemingly unbothered Thorin. It was all utterly ridiculous. He had met this man less than 12 hours ago. It was silly to pine over someone he didn’t even know. The uncomfortable look on his face must have shown because he felt something warm blanket the hand that was gripping the armrest of his chair. He was surprised to see it was Thorin who was giving him a slightly concerned look.

“Is it the turbulence or the altitude dropping? The turbulence is always stronger on the descent, especially in Erebor. I think it’s something about the wind in relation to the mountain. It should pass quickly.” Thorin remarked with a smile. It did, and soon, the wheels were touching down. This would have been the perfect time for a delay, but of course, everything ran as smooth as butter, and soon, it was time to exit. Bilbo unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed the backpack on the side of his chair. When he turned around, he ran right into a solid wall of chest and braced himself with his hands in surprise. Thorin looked down at him, his eyes a sea of blue, and his arms still raised above his head to reach into the overhead. Bilbo stared up at his face, only vaguely aware that his body was positioned a hair's breadth away, hands still splayed on his chest. Then he became aware. Very aware. Bilbo took a big step backward like he had been burned apologies on the tip of his tongue only to lose his footing, trip over the chair behind him, and land facing the wrong way with his legs dangling over the armrest. He went beet-red and closed his eyes so he couldn't see Thorin's face. He opened them again to see Thorin grinning at him with his head cocked to the right and his arms crossed.

“You’re very prone to accidents, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Not usually,” Bilbo replied. It was true other than today, he was usually very well coordinated. Thorin reached out his hand and pulled Bilbo easily to his feet before handing him his luggage.

“That’s not a very big bag for a long trip. I suppose I never asked how long you were staying?” Thorin asked tentatively as they walked toward the exit.

“Foreign journalists still have their passports restricted to visits less than five days,” Bilbo said apologetically. Thorin’s brow furrowed at that. He muttered a name under his breath before dropping the topic altogether. The airport was very small, with no restaurants or coffee shops like at London Heathrow. His stomach growled audibly, and the sound of it seemed to make Thorin tense, although he couldn't imagine why. “Sorry about that. Airplane food doesn't fill you up all that much. Are you in a rush to be somewhere? I don’t know any places to eat around here, but if you have a recommendation, we can grab something. I mean, just if you want, I’m not presuming anything.” he wasn't good at this. He was a well-spoken person with a quip for every occasion, but his brain seemed to have malfunctioned the moment he stepped onto that plane. What was worse was the apologetic, almost pitying look on Thorin's face.

“I can’t right now but-”

“No, it’s fine!” Bilbo quickly interjected. “I get it, you're very busy. It’s a small country like you said. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” Bilbo plastered a smile on his face and made to walk away. Thorin caught him by the waist and tilted his chin until their eyes met, then slowly but deliberately kissed him. It was as slow and tender as it was unexpected. A good unexpected, and Bilbo closed his eyes and let it wash over him. Thorin’s lips were warm and tasted like the smoke of a campfire. Thorin broke the kiss and fixed one of his curls that had fallen in front of his face.

“You should go to Rustabell’s on Gilded Square. It’s near the historic downtown area. You’ll like it.” He gave Bilbo’s form a once over before meeting his eyes one last time and briskly walking away. Bilbo stepped after him, dazed and thoroughly confused about what had just happened.

“Wait, I never got your num…ber.” The words died on his tongue as he rounded the corner. The sudden flash of a hundred cameras going off all at once made him take several steps back. He hurried forward to get away from it and blink the dots from his eyes. Looking back, he was shocked to see Thorin standing in front of the cameras, his face like stone as he faced the flashing lights. Bilbo focused on what was being said by one of the journalists, their press badge laminated and practically glowing.

“Your majesty! Your majesty! King Thorin!” Bilbo paused. King Thorin? His eyes went wide, and he pressed his fingers to his lips.

“Oh shit.”

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graciegoeskrazy · 5 months

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hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?

you’re all i need

Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)

warnings: cheating, men, some language

a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)

The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.

“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.

“Yeah just tired.”

That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.

They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.

“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.

…

Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.

The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.

You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”

“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.

“Fine.” You quipped.

“Fine?”

You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.

He shook his head.

“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”

You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.

“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.

“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.

“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.

“No!” you yelled into the pillows.

“Issac?”

You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.

“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.

You just sighed.

“Bad date?”

“No.”

“Lovers quarrel?”

“Not exactly.”

Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…

“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.

He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”

You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”

You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”

“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.

“What?” Your father was completely shocked.

You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.

“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.

“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”

The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.

“Really?!” Matty said.

“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.

“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”

This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”

This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”

Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.

…

Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.

You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.

You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.

He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Why was I so stupid?”

This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.

“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.

“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”

Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”

“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”

He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”

You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”

“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”

You rolled your eyes.

“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”

You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.

“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”

“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.

“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”

“That’s one way of doing it.”

“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”

“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”

You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”

“Yeah. You made it better.”

He smiled. You continued.

“And Taylor did too.”

“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.

“You fumbled the bag mate!”

“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.

…

When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”

You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.

When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”

Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”

Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”

“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”

Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”

Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”

Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Matty turned to the boys.

“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Drabble idea - JJ talking care of reader while she is sick 🤒 just all the fluff and feelings 🥰

Sniffles

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.3k+

A/N: Thanks for the req nonny, hope I provided you with the fluff you wanted. It's written more comically and is a little too long to count as Drabble, but what can I say, I got a little carried away with the banter. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Hell. That was the only way to describe what your body was putting you through. Head pounding, nose stuffed with tissue and a throat that fell victim to a brutal attack of never-ending coughs, trying hopelessly to get whatever felt like it was stuck in there out.

You’d taken refuge on the sofa that morning, knowing if you went back to bed, there was a high possibility you may never make it out again. Though the idea of withering away and meeting your final demise sounded tempting, someone would probably miss you.

At what point you fell asleep to the tv playing reruns of god knows how many shows, you had no idea. All you knew was there was a muffled ringing coming not just from inside your ears, but from somewhere in the apartment. The door.

Heavily considering, far longer than appropriate, army crawling to the door, you settled on unceremoniously flinging your frail body upright, trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to ignore the black spots that painted your vision. As you trudged over to the door you made a silent promise to yourself, if the disturber of your peace fell short of a good enough reason for ringing your doorbell when you were on death's door, you’d subject them to the very same torment you were going through. One cough, maybe a little sneeze would do the trick, it was only fair.

“I swear, if you’ve lost your cat again Phil, I’ll-” you croaked out, latching onto the door handle - which would require sanitizing now, great - and pulled it open.

“No missing cats,” JJ chuckled, continuing in a hushed tone, “though I am curious, what exactly were you planning on doing?”

Nope. Not happening.

Mirrors, unfortunately, very much existed, which was why you sure as hell knew you were one sight to behold. A neighbour seeing you in a heavily stained dressing gown, hair thrown into a messy bun, and not the cute kind, that'd be fine, normal even. Well, you’d like to think normally you didn’t look like someone who’d contracted some type of bug, but JJ seeing you like this. Very much not the same. So, you did the only thing you could.

You shut the door in her face.

“You’ll get sick.” You shouted, your voice sounding far too similar to that of a dying pelican, or any dying creature for that matter.

“Number one. You’re letting me in because I’m your girlfriend and it’s my legal obligation to look after you. Number two. I know how to break down a door. Number three. If you don’t let me in, I will break down your door.”

“You gave me three points that were not relevant to what I said. You’ll. Get. Sick.”

“Sorry, let me try again. Number one, you have ten seconds to open the door before I kick it down. How was that babe?” For someone stuck on the other side of a door, waiting to take care of a walking germ factory, it was quite astonishing to hear how peppy JJ was.

Well; it was decided. It seemed there wasn’t ample room for negotiation, your front door’s life hanging in the balance and all. Knowing she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, you hesitantly re-opened the door, peeking your head into the small open space. “If you could avoid looking at my face, that would be amazing.”

“Oh shush, I’ve been face to face with a rotting corpse, more than once.” She stepped forward, foot pressing the door more and more ajar until there was enough space for her to slip in, during which you slugged back to the sofa and threw a blanket over your head.

“I’m not sure that was as comforting or reassuring as you wanted it to be.” It was true, comparing one’s likeness to a dead body wasn’t exactly flattering, in fairness, it may have been accurate; nevertheless, it remained a deflating thought.

JJ took her shoes and coat off, knowing where to put them, then walked over to join you, “Show me that face of yours.” She teased, pulling at the blanket. There she sat, next to you - looking stunning as ever - trying to rip away the one shred of dignity you had left. In your books, it seemed a direct declaration of war.

“Would you stop that!” You pleaded. Too disoriented from the journey to the door and back, there was little fight left in you, making it too easy for the blonde to yank your fortress out of your weak grip, taking the single morsel of pride you had left with it to the floor.

“There she is!” She beamed.

“I don’t think I like you anymore.” It was the fact your sulking face reached only her chest, warming it with pure adoration, that JJ remained impartial to the comment. Finding it more amusing than hurtful.

“Well, that’s a shame, because I still like you and I’m not going anywhere. Guess you’ll just have to suffer in silence. Though, knowing you, you always have something to say.” She poked.

Disregarding the bantering jab, a traitorous smile crept onto your lips. The sight of your dishevelled face led you to believe JJ would run for the hills. She didn’t. In fact, she’d taken it upon herself, in her own way, to reassure you she felt the opposite. The declaration stunning you into silence, involuntarily gawking.

“Are you going to let me look after you now?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the expression written all over your face. “If I get sick, you’ll just have to repay the favour and look after me.”

“Then I’ll get sick again.”

“We’ll be in an endless loop of domestic bliss then, won’t we?”

“Sounds heavenly.” You sardonically quibbed, earning yourself a swift elbow to the ribs. For dramatic effect, you let out a loud groan, which by no means did JJ buy, “There’s got to be a rule against that.” rubbing your ‘injured’ side.

“I didn’t read the new edition of the ‘How to Look After Your Sick Girlfriend’ handbook, I go by the old rules.” She humoured, thinking it was quite a good comeback. Which it was, but she couldn’t know that. “It did mention something about snuggling up on the sofa though.”

Now that was a comeback that warranted appraisal. Unfortunately, in this case, appraisal came in the form of two flushed cheeks and a timid smile, both of which JJ, kindly, chose not to mention. Out-stretched arms guided you down, welcoming you into an embrace you swore had magical healing abilities.

There was a slim chance of smelling anything – what with having a blocked nasal cavity - yet the sweet aroma of JJ’s hair made it through, whether it was a phantom smell, you didn’t care. Not when slender fingers worked on unbinding your tousled hair, running gentle strokes through stubborn knots that unfurled under her touch, much like you did.

“You know you didn’t have to come?” The question came from a place of doubt, had the roles been reversed, you knew with certainty, you’d be doing the exact same. Regrettably, logic did nothing to cease your insecurities.

“In sickness and in health, right?” she softly said, smiling down with so much devolution in her eyes you found yourself battling tears.

“If you so much as think about proposing to me when I’m in this state, so help me JJ. I will sneeze so hard on you; you won’t see the light of day for weeks.”

Putting her hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll save the love declaration for another day as well then.”

But she didn’t. As she diligently re-convened her girlfriend duties, lulling you into a state of tranquillity Buddha would be envious of, rendering your headache near gone, three joyous words didn’t escape your grasps.

Your eyes fluttered shut; safe in JJ’s arms, a declaration of your own filled the comfortable silence. “I love you too.”

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