#this def fell off towards the end...
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✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI
summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more
warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding
word count. 1.1k
a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao
“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.
anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.
chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.
“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.
“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”
“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.
you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.
he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.
it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.
you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.
but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.
“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.
“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.
his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.
not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.
“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.
“we’re sharing a room.”
his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.
“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”
“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.
“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.
“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”
the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.
and to make things worse, there was only one bed.
“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.
“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.
“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”
“dick,” you muttered.
“what did you say, brat?”
“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.
after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.
the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.
you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.
walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.
“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.
“at least give me a pillow.”
“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.
you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.
"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.
"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.
before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.
"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."
it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.
you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.
"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.
"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.
"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."
you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.
"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.
"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."
flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"
it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.
"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"
"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.
ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.
"i'm in love with you, god damnit."
before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.
you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.
“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”
you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.
you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.
“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.
“fuck, y/n.”
“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.
ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.
his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.
he was big.
“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.
you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.
leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.
‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.
“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.
after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.
“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.
“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”
you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.
you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.
“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”
“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.
“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.
“don’t need to beg, baby.”
with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.
ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.
“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.
using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.
“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.
“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.
“im a jerk,” he added.
“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.
“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”
“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.
“i think i love you.”
“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”
“can’t you be serious?” he joked.
“fine, i love you too.”
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more husband!miguel x wife!reader headcanons! 🕷️
taglist: @safixiovi | part one
miguel was an attentive listener so anytime he’d take you out shopping and you had an eye on something like a lipstick or dress, he would just make a mental note and come back for it the following weekend
but sometimes he’s go overboard and end up buying more things he thinks you’d enjoy
or even try to pair a cute dress with a lipstick and new heels/flats
would absolutely peel all your oranges or cuties, would even cut up your fruits if you liked them diced
could def see him as the gardening type! he’d take care of his lemon trees and all his veggies while you took care of your pretty flowers and plants in the backyard
going grocery shopping would consist of him putting any snack he’s been craving for the past two months tops
he simply might see some Canelitas or Barritas and how could he not get a box of each?
and when it came to remembering if you had queso fresco, beans, or cilantro his mind would go blank which resulted in you giving him a, “are you serious?”
when it was time to pay he’d playfully push you towards the cart so you didn’t have to pay a dime because that was his job
best of all he is the the most romantic man imaginable but when valentines comes around his date plans, gifts, and flirtatious manner just skyrockets
and when he finally does the grand reveal of everything he got for you, you’re practically tear eyed, feeling an immense amount of appreciation for him
you just stared at him with a little pout (trying not to cry) while admiring how handsome he looked because he loved dressing up for special occasions
you went up to him holding his face in your hands and attack his face with kisses while he laughed and dropped the big stuffed bear he got you
he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were on your tiptoes, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips as lovingly as you could
then you pulled away and ran off to the kitchen where you had your own gift for him that was in a pretty glittery red bag
it was a big bag with two little gifts and you were certain it’d be the best present you could possibly give him
returning back to him with the bag in hand and handing it to him before standing in front of him awaiting his reaction
he shook his head in disbelief because he never wants you spending money on him which is quite ironic
but he placed the bag on the coffee table and grabbed the gift paper, throwing it on the floor as your heart pounded in pure excitement
his hand reached down and grabbed the first item, bringing it back up with an instant gasp and tears already filling his eyes
the white baby booties were so tiny in his big hand but it only made the reality hit harder
he was going to be a dad
with a shaky hand he grabbed the final thing in the bag which was a positive pregnancy test in a ziploc baggie
without a word being said he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you gently with tears streaming down his cheeks
you hugged him back and finally your tears fell as well from having to hold this surprise for a little while now
(it was hard because you tell him literally everything)
he was about to speak when a sob instead came out making him laugh because he wasn’t expecting it
you sniffled and grinned so wide your cheeks began to hurt as he pulled away from you just to be able to look at you
his eyes were red and a single tear fell from his eye as he whispered, “I love you so much.”
“our family is growing.” you whispered back making more tears fall from both your faces
he kissed you softly before embracing you once again and making sure to be extra cautious for the little one in your tummy
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The Devil is Among Us - Tom Riddle (smut)
I just love writing priest!Riddle, he's def my fave. Nevertheless, remember: Don't like it, don't read it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader is in a desperate need, asking the Devil himself to help her with the daily struggles she keeps on facing. But what will she do when suddenly her local priest turns up?
Warnings: 18+, smut, unrpotected piv, blowjob, loss of virginity, praise kink, sex in a church, mentions blood, power play, religious connotations, biblical beings
Pairing: Priest/Devil!Tom Riddle x fem!reader (3k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
The candles danced in the thick blanket of darkness surrounding (y/n), knees pressed to the ground, hands tightly gripping the leatherbound book she was reading. No sound could be heard, nothing but a bone-chilling silence that made goosebumps rise on her skin, unsure if she should keep on doing this.
For a moment (y/n)’s eyes flickered up from the page she was reading, studying the pentagram she had drawn on the ground, following every step of the ritual. Her heart was pounding, roaring in her chest in hopes of ripping her away from this scene before she could take the last step. But she was determined, set on following through with the ritual she had been studying for nights on end.
With a deep breath sucked into her lungs, (y/n) reached for the knife laying next to her, trembling hand pushing it closer to the candles. She watched the reflection of the flames dance in the shiny blade, heating up the material before she brought the blade back to her wrist. A hiss rolled off her tongue as she cut her skin, collecting drops of her blood in the old goblet she had thrifted weeks ago.
The first words began to roll off her tongue, latin words she knew by heart, forcing them into her brain. Her eyes fluttered close as (y/n) rose to her feet, positioning herself in the middle of the pentagram, letting the blood drip down onto the candles, while she kept speaking the words.
Her body couldn’t stop trembling, sensing the danger before her mind could pick up on it, but (y/n) couldn’t stop now, not after waiting for this very night to come upon her for weeks. She had prepared everything, carefully, not daring to tell anybody about what she was doing, trying to summon the Devil, the one that could help free her from the mess she found herself stuck in. All she needed was some of his help, ripping those from (y/n) that talked down on her, that pushed her away from gatherings, treating her like an outcast.
As soon as the last word was spoken, the goblet fell from her hands, clashing to the ground with a sound so shrill, (y/n) couldn’t help but jerk in surprise. She held still, kept her mouth shut, waiting for something to happen, anything, and yet nothing did. Seconds kept fading by, seconds turning into one minute, then two, then three – till the first wave of defeat began to flush through her.
With a sigh leaving her (y/n) found herself groaning, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion, wondering what she had done wrong. But before another sound of hers could echo through the dark basement, the sound of somebody slowly clapping their hands filled the room, making her eyes snap towards the dark corner across from her. The sound of chuckles rang in her ears, eyes desperately trying to focus on the person hiding away from her.
“I have to say, (y/n), I’m impressed.” A familiar voice filled the basement, and yet (y/n) couldn’t pinpoint where she knew the male voice from. Fear filled her body, thumping through her veins as she began to take a step back, almost knocking over the candles. “What? First you summon me, and now you’re afraid of me? C’mon, (y/n), I expected better from you.”
The sound of a chair being pushed back left her gasping, boots meeting the cold ground till the man’s frame was exposed to her. Her eyes met an all too familiar pair of pupils staring at her, making her gasp in surprise.
“Priest Riddle? What are you doing here? How did you –” the sound of laughter once again interrupted (y/n), forcing the young woman to keep quiet. The man kept walking closer, till he came to halt in front of her trembling frame, staring down on her with a smirk tugging on his lips. He picked the goblet up, thumb collecting a few last drops of her blood before he pressed his now red digit against her parted lips.
“So naive, so stupid, don’t disappoint me, (y/n). You know why I’m here.” Shaky breaths left her, shaking her head as if she was trying to wake from this nightmare. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t be.
“You’re a priest, how – how could you possibly be Him?” It was nothing but a whisper, a sound so quiet even her own two ears struggled to pick up on it. He tilted his head, didn’t break eye contact once as his hand began to move down her throat, finding its way to her chest. (Y/n) felt her heart skipping beats, a power so strong was pressing down on the strong muscle, she failed to keep on breathing.
“Haven’t you heard? I like to keep those close who fear me, I enjoy their whimpers, how they ache for guidance because they fear ending up in my claws. It's pathetic.” Only as he pulled his hand away did she manage to suck another breath into her lungs, glassy eyes searching his firey ones. “You asked me here, because you want something from me. Speak freely, (y/n).”
“I,” she stumbled over her words, no longer able to remember why she had tried to call the Devil himself, no longer remembering the pain she was forced to endure day in, night out. Her eyes couldn’t leave his features, the smirk that had an awfully unfamiliar touch to it, not fitting the face of the priest she had known for years. “Do you remember what I told you last month? In the confessionary?”
“I do, of course I do.” The softness of his voice left her heart roaring, torn between her fear and her curiosity, body moving closer before her mind could pick up on the movement. His eyes followed her around, like a moth drawn to a flame, like a sinner drawn to the Devil, a perfect match.
“I want it all to stop, the rumours, the pain, everything.” A hum left the tall man, he pondered over her words, eyes flickering down to her fingers, watching her fumble with the fabric of her blouse. His cold hand found her chin, forcing her eyes back to meet his, the pupils that have seen more pain than one could even begin to understand.
“You know it’ll come with a price, don’t you?” Her pupils grew wide once again, clearly (y/n) hadn’t thought about the price she’d have to pay, wondering what he may ask of her.
“Do I have to sell my soul to you?” The words leaving her lips in nothing but a whisper left the man chuckling, head thrown back to release the sound. He shook his head, clicking his tongue as if he was trying to keep her frozen to the spot, not daring to let go of her warm skin just yet.
“Whoever told you that clearly wanted to frighten you, sweet (y/n). No, I don’t want your soul, but your body. Give yourself to me, and I will follow your request.” She choked on her breath, unable to rip herself free as he tightened his grip even further. Her heart once again picked up its pounding pace, roaring in her chest, begging (y/n) to pull back. No man had ever touched her, not one man had been able to reach for her heart nor her soul, hidden from greedy eyes and greedy fingers.
“Can I think about it?” He shook his head, wordlessly circling her in even further, forcing (y/n) to make her decision right there, right then. “Okay. I will do it.”
“Good girl,” the praise left her shuddering, straightening her back as goosebumps rose on her skin. All he could do was laugh, watching her body tense at his words, very well aware that he’ll have his fun with (y/n), the one he had been watching from afar, expecting this very day to roll upon them. “I’ll expect to see you tomorrow for my morning service, (y/n).”
And with a nod thrown his way, (y/n) watched him disappear in front of her wide eyes, leaving her to wonder if this had been a dream, a trick of her brain.
……
With her eyes set on the tall man, (y/n) followed the others, walking closer and closer to receive the body of Christ. Her heart was pounding, wondering if he’d say something to her, if he’d tease her once again. Just the mere thought about what she had experienced yesterday evening left her feeling uneasy, thighs trembling.
“Open your mouth, (y/n).” The command forced a sigh from her, lips slowly parting to expose her tongue to him. Without breaking eye contact he pushed the host down on the strong muscle, making him smirk as he watched her pupils dilate. With a nod thrown her way, he allowed her to turn back to the waiting crowd, none of them seemed to pick up on the shudders his touch shot down her spine, none of them seemed to pick up on the way her skin grew hotter with every passing second.
The Devil had her trapped, caught in a dark web of lies, of pretending, a web she couldn’t break from.
No longer could (y/n) spare any attention to the end of the service, hanging onto his every word without picking up on what he was actually speaking, imagination running wild, forcing sinful pictures into her mind. She could only guess that he’d be ruthless with her, he will take what he is aching for – that much she was sure of.
Only as he ended the service with one last “Amen” leaving him did (y/n) snap out of her trance, eyes watching the others pour out of the church, while she stayed seated. He leaned back against the altar, arms crossed in front of his chest as he wordlessly forced her to walk towards him, almost stumbling over her feet as the pull inside her grew stronger and stronger.
“Kneel.” The word echoed through the empty church, making her eyes snap up to meet his as (y/n) fell to her knees in front of him. She watched him loosen his white collar, plastic placed down on the altar before he began to roll up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. “Will you stick to your promise, sweet (y/n)?”
“I will.” Her whisper left him smirking once again, eyebrows raised as he waited for her to keep on speaking. “I will give myself to you. But how will I know that I can trust you? You’re fooling those around you, all of it is blasphemy, is it not?”
The man’s deep laughter rumbled through him, shaking his head as he reached for her jaw just like he had done yesterday evening. His thumb was forced into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue to make (y/n) suck on the finger, drawing a raspy groan from him. “You’ve always been my favourite, (y/n). I knew you’d be good, such a good girl for me. A deal is a deal, I won’t back out, you have my word.”
Trusting the word of the Devil, how pathetic, how naive of her.
“What should I call you?” Her whispered question was left unanswered, drowned out by the sound of him undoing his trousers, exposing his throbbing cock to her curious eyes. She stared at him without moving, unable to speak another word, mouth growing dry, throat growing tight. She had never seen a man naked before, had never even dared to imagine what she was seeing now, and yet (y/n) couldn’t stop the anticipation from thumbing through her veins, making her tremble for more.
“Part those pretty lips for me, darling.” He pushed his cock past her lips, leaving her to instantly choke. Water filled her pupils, blurring her sight for a moment. The man didn’t hold back, his hand found the back of her head, forcing her to pick up a bobbing motion. Without seeking any further guidance her hands moved up his thighs, grasping his cock.
It took her a few tries to adjust, but (y/n) was determined, set on pleasing the man who’d help her out, the being with a soul so dark, her mind couldn’t even begin to understand what he was capable of. Her hands trembled, struggling to move in sync with the speed of her bobbing motion, taking him deeper and deeper. He was a groaning mess, producing sounds that left her cunt begging for his attention, needing to be touched like she had never been touched before.
“Mhm, I should keep you, make you mine for eternity. I know you’d do well serving me.” (Y/n) could only whimper around him, not expecting him to jerk his hips, fucking her mouth without a warning rolling off his tongue. Spit dripped from her mouth, strings of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock as he allowed her to pull away, catching her breath as her hands kept moving. “Fuck, look at you, so oblivious, so naive, and yet your hands know how to touch me.”
An unfamiliar sense of pride flushed through her, taking him into her mouth once again. (Y/n) was eager, set on proving her worth to the king of darkness, the one all sinners followed through the darkest night. She was his, had sold her soul without knowing so, and yet (y/n) felt protected, safe, and appreciated by him. A trick of his mind that forced her to do whatever he asked of her.
“Tell me, are you ready to take me?” The question left her swallowing, unable to reply, not knowing what was awaiting her. He didn’t give her any time to ponder on the question, pulled away from her to pick her up, setting her down on the cold altar. Her gasps rang in their ears, making him chuckle with a dark expression tugging on his features. There was no way out, she was stuck, forced to the being without any chance to snap the unbreakable bond.
He spread her legs, hands disappearing underneath her skirt, feeling the damp fabric of her panties. She didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare move, wondering what would happen, how he’d touch her, how he’d make her feel. Her heart was pounding, mind racing, paying attention to his every touch.
“You’re soaked, dripping for me, so inexperienced, but your body knows just what it wants, doesn’t it?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, allowing him to pull her panties down her legs, making the cold air hit her warm skin. A moan ripped through her as his fingers brushed through her slit, pumping into her without giving (y/n) the chance to adjust. He fucked her with his fingers, rubbed her pulsing bundle of nerves with his cold thumb, making her writhe.
“Oh god, feels good.” Her head rolled back, hands finding his forearms, desperate to hold onto the ancient being. She barely picked up on the teasing words he spoke, couldn’t care about the things he was speaking, fully focused on the new sensation, hoping that this moment would last forever.
“God isn’t around, He won’t help you, not as long as you’re mine.” Darkness engulfed her as (y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, drawing sobs, moans, and whimpers from her body, sounds growing louder as he pulled away, as he stopped touching her. Her hazy eyes watched him align himself with her cunt, slowly pushing into her, making her body tremble in pain.
It took her a while to adjust to the stretch, needing to breathe through the pain, while he slowly fucked into her. With their eyes connected, he placed one hand down on the altar, while the other found the back of her neck, forcing her lips to meet his, officially sealing their deal without (y/n) knowing so. He had claimed her, had made her the devil’s toy, nothing would ever free her from him. The being tasted of darkness, of a rich darkness that was so unfamiliar she’d never taste it again.
Curses left her, words he found himself chuckling about as he built up the pace of his thrusts, ruthlessly, merciless fucking (y/n) on the holy altar. There was nothing sweet about the first time she was touched, and yet (y/n) felt grateful that he was the one touching her, that she had given herself to him, to him only.
Her walls clenched around his cock whenever he nudged her sweet spot, murmuring a soft “Touch yourself” against her neck. With trembling fingers she began to rub her clit, eyes fluttering close once again, arching her chest against his. (Y/n) felt him suck marks into her skin, marks she’d carry around with herself till her last day on this very earth, forever marked by the Devil himself.
No words helped her express the intense feeling building itself up inside of her, thumping through her veins, making her quiver. She came with a gasp, clinging onto her orgasm in hopes of prolonging the feeling. He kept on fucking her, even as her body trembled from the overstimulation, begging him to give in.
With his hand finding her jaw, holding onto her, he came inside of her, painting her walls white with a deep groan clawing through him. She felt his heat filling her, stretching itself through her body, a sensation she’d forever remember, stuck in the holy halls, closer to God than she had ever been before.
“I expect you to return, you’re mine now, you belong to me. I will take care of my end of the deal. But know that there’s no way back.”
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A FOOL'S GAME
summary - an angsty drabble of fem reader leaving an emotionally troubled ellie
warnings - angsty arguing, strong language, mentions of infidelity, sad feelings
word count - 1.4k
credits: divider credit, gif credit
a/n: written with "a pearl" by mitski in mind. def listen on replay while reading!
"If you told me that this would be the way we'd end up..." you started. But your breath caught itself on the painful lump in your throat. You began to laugh in disbelief, mostly to shake off the urge to cry. "I would have never believed you."
She couldn't help but avert her gaze. So much so, that you secretly wondered if she felt she'd turn to stone if she met your eyes. Maybe in some way, she would. She was embarrassed. Cheeks pink, ears red, jaw clenched with tension. She leaned against her desk, arms crossed, frozen almost. Eyes glued to the floor.
"And here we are. You don't want to touch me... You can't even fucking look at me."
Despite your words, Ellie remained unmoved. You began to wonder if her silence meant that she actually felt guilty, or whether it was just indignation. You knew she had a bad habit of never admitting when she was wrong.
"I never meant to hurt you," Ellie broke the silence, embarrassment in her voice, with her eyes now stuck on her busted sneakers. "I wasn't thinking and I wish I-"
"You don't get to say that," you cut her off, nearly scolding her. Her green eyes finally flew up to meet yours, and your heart sank to your stomach. "You don't get to tell me you didn't mean to hurt me and go do what you did."
"They were stupid, shitty mistakes, and I know that, and I'm sorry." Ellie rambled with pleading eyes, almost scrambling to find all the right words to make this go away. She pushed herself off the desk she was leaning on and walked toward you, a gentle hand out to hold your arm. "I don't want... I can't lose you."
A wave of dread washed over you. All you've wanted is for her to love you the way you've loved her. To want you the way you've wanted her. She used to tell you how terrified she was of losing you. But with Ellie looking at you the way she was, you couldn't help but wonder if she was only saying this now just to save her ass. You reluctantly swallowed the thought and let her have her word.
"There's a lot I don't talk about anymore and I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry things have been getting worse, and it's not that I don't want you, I just..."
"And you just what?" you scoffed, belittling Ellie's explanation. The disdain in your voice made Ellie furrow her eyebrows, hurt flashing on her features for a fleeting moment. You were almost sorry for saying anything. "All those nights staying up and laughing. You were able to sleep through the night and eat a full meal again. We used to talk about everything and nothing... what the fuck happened to us?"
Silence.
Ellie looked away and out the window at the gentle flurries of snow. She sighed deeply, chewing the inside of cheek with her eyebrows furrowed. She felt it. You were getting tired of her. All the shit she's put you through, and you had finally reached your breaking point. She knew you deserved better, but Ellie was a selfish girl in love. She would never able to tell you to leave - and mean it.
"I don't even feel real anymore."
You had always been almost convinced that if you loved her enough, the pink would return to her cheeks. That maybe, the butterflies she'd feel when her name fell from your lips would quiet the maggots eating her up inside. But even in between stolen kisses and nights spent together, she’d never spare the breath to tell you about the trouble you always knew was brewing beneath the surface. She assumed if she remained in blissful ignorance of her own feelings, it would eventually go away. No tears to be had and regretted.
But she made her own mistakes anyway. You almost didn't feel bad for her anymore.
"So you go out and do this? Instead of talking to me?" you shot back, wishing her the same sadness that sat in your chest and pooled in your eyes. You moved away from the gently placed hand on your arm, spurning any of her affection toward you. "Did it feel real when you fucked her? Was it that good? Just had to keep going back for more? Maybe I'll go fuck someone else, too. How 'bout an ex to make it even?"
Seeing your eyes become glossy and talk about sleeping with an ex stirred self-disgust in Ellie's gut. She felt backed into a corner, forced to see her own reflection. God, she felt pathetic for having put you through it all. But like clockwork, the accountability only went so far before she scornfully projected. Her eyes darkened, and she took a step back to sneer at you.
"You know what? Maybe you should. Cause this shit right here?" she fired back, gesturing to the both of you. "Maybe this was the biggest mistake I've ever fucking made."
The last words that left her mouth struck you breathless. That nasty lump rising higher in your throat stoked the nausea you felt at her words. You could tell that your silence made Ellie itch. The inner corners of your eyebrows were raised and a dejected smile spread across your lips.
"THIS? This was your biggest mistake?" you laughed through your tears incredulously. "I never know what's going on in your head, El. You'd tell me you love me and you don't want to lose me. Kiss me one day and refuse to touch me the next. Find you fucking someone else, and that this hadn't been the first time...and here I am, making more fuckin' excuses for you."
"Then stop making them!" Ellie threw her hands up and then let them down, slapping her thighs in exasperation."Jesus Christ, I said I was sorry! What the fuck else do you want me to say? I fucked up, I know!"
"You don't get it," you whispered bitterly while you shook your head gently, the tears running hot across your cheeks. "I fucking loved you, Ellie. I would've done anything for you... Who was there when Tommy couldn't even bring himself to look at you? When Dina promised you'd never see JJ again? The nights you couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat?"
"I didn't need your fucking help!" Ellie raised her voice over yours, the guilt eating away at her more quickly. "I never asked you to be there, I would've always been fine on my own. I never fucking needed you."
"...Got it." You nodded sarcastically, wiping the tears from your eyes and cheeks, snatching your backpack off of Ellie's couch. "All the hurt I put myself through to make sure you were okay? I guess that's my fault, huh?"
Ellie's heart quickened watching you grab your belongings to leave. But she stood there frozen and powerless, wanting to make it better but also wanting it all to be over. How did she manage to fuck this up so badly? She knew in the next minute or so, she'd have to watch you walk out of that door and never come back.
"You're so terrified of losing me, right?" You said whilst rummaging through a pocket of your backpack and pulling out a small black journal. It was a journal she'd given you full of just little sketches and doodles - some of you, some of you both together, some of silly things.
"Y/N. Don't. Please, let me just-"
You chucked the book at Ellie, who couldn't meet your eyes again but drew closer to you in an attempt to keep you from leaving. The book struck the side of her chest but like a brick wall, she remained there, shamefully gnawing the inside of her mouth, a strand of her auburn hair falling into her face. If you had stared at her long enough, you'd notice the tears she'd been trying to blink away.
"Fuck you, Ellie. You did this shit to yourself."
Her front door slammed behind you as you stormed out and stepped off her porch. The feeling of the frozen wind stinging your cheeks and rustling your hair was almost pleasant. Well, what now?
You said what you had to say. But the pit in your stomach only grew heavier, and you felt sick. Somehow you knew.
You knew that no matter how many times you leave, how many times she hurt you, you would always love her, like a fucking fool.
Maybe it was never truly better to have loved and lost. Maybe you would've been better off if you had never loved at all.
#yall be kind now 😭#first time writing as ellie :0#apologies in advance for all the angst#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams angst#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x female reader#writings#ellie x y/n#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams
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Hi! I absolutely loved your lucifer x punk reader and was wondering if you could do a gn punk reader but with Velvette please?
nonnie i hope u know that u absolutely made my year with this request i NEED more velvette reqs she is my guilty pleasure
🥀 Cw: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end
Velvette is absolutely the type of person to LOVE having an alternative s/o
she def finds anyone with a unique style intriguing, and once she actually met you she fell hard
def inspired a clothing line or two after you before you both even became official
she would also ask you to model and would ask for your opinion on designs!!!!! ur def her muse in a way, and she LOVES dressing you up in spunky outfits and designing new outfits just for you
velvette just loves dressing you up, and loves going out together when you're both dressed to the MAX in full aesthetic outfits
shes so good at doing hair and makeup too, URGRHRH imagine her sitting on your lap and doing your eyeliner for you or putting liberty spikes in your hair...
if your super into DIY or patch vests, pants, etc Velvette LOVEESSSS helping you make clothes
she will make patches and pins for you to wear!
velvette def has you show her some of the DIY tricks you know, and she shows you some in return
YALL ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY POSITIVELY HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS
all of hell starts to see even more alternative and punk influence in fashion once you both become OFFICIAL official
velvette also announces it on practically every social media platform possible that you both are together, she loves showing you off and she is NEVER the type to be ashamed of her partner
you both def make those alt couples goals videos, and if anyone ever hits on you velvette will conveniently post blurry photos of you both making out the next day on her sinstagram
she shows up to important meetings and work events with you both in your spunky matching fits
you both heavily believe in being fashionably late and def help eachother get ready (but it ends up taking longer bc she just can't help but kiss you over and over while you're trying to do eyeliner, and you are definitely no help when she's struggling to choose which accessory to wear)
she's already a huge advocate for change in the way hell is run, and you both bond over your anti-authoritarian ideals
velvette does what she wants and nobody can tell her otherwise, and teh same goes for you. she genuinely admires that you really don't care what others think about you and you're style, and was def attracted to that aspect of your personality before you both even dated
LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME SHE WOULDNT ADORE FEMINIST ROCK LIKE SHE WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP
you both love bikini kill, hole, x ray spex, destroy boys, JOAN JETT, all of that genre
she probably knew about punk music before she met you, but you def introduced her to it more
velvette loves long car rides where you're BLASTING music and screaming it at the top of your lungs while chains and hair is flying everywhere as you tear down the road speed limit where
if you wear lots of chains she def tugs on them to pull you into kisses and pulls you in by the belt too... (i want to make a drabble about this soooo bad)
all in all, yall r a POWER COUPLE lmao
"babe, what about this?" Velvette twirled you around, adjusting some of the pins on your vest before turning you towards the large, illuminated mirror that covered one side of the messy dressing room. music played in the background, filling the room with guitar riffs and breathy solos. discarded fabrics and chains covered the floor, all remnants of Velvette's past designs.
"damn, this looks sick as fuck!" you exclaim, giving a little twirl to show off the distressed patterns and chunky shoes. Velvette nodded approvingly, stepping towards you with a smirk. she reached out, hooking her finger through your belt and pulling you into a kiss. her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth as the kiss grew more steamy. "fuck you're so hot," she murmured against your lips, her lip stick was smearing across your skin as she pressed hasty kisses and nipped at your hawline. "i adore dressing you up," she whispered, pulling you in closer, "but i love undressing you even more..."
SHES SOOOOOOO RAHAWHAHGWGGGGGG i need more velvette contentttttttttt
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HEY:3 I have a request, maybe headcanons for (childhood) friends to lovers with fem!reader and young Bill from the Devilish/ 2005 era (just the very beginning of everything)😭? Like reader just come to Germany and reader catches the Bill's attention because she looks different and nice so they start to be friends and then they are inseparable, literally glued to each other and so growing up together in this chaos (drinking, smoking and just being typical teenagers☠︎︎ ) does he catch feelings? i love your account! have a nice day♡
(this is def a Dr trope I'm doing, and I'm so glad you love my account and I hope you have a nice day as well!)
Teenage Dream
Oh, I love childhood best friend tropes
Bill has been in love with you since day one
Even when you guys didn't even know what love really was
He knew he cared about you a lot and always wanted to be around you
You caught Bill's attention very, very quickly
It was because you were from somewhere else and they made him curious about you
And also, you were nicer to him than a lot of other kids around the school
So that made him gravitate towards you a lot more
Tom absolutely teased Bill all the time about liking you and Bill would tell him to shush
When devilish was formed he definitely wanted you to be a part of it!
It was because he wanted to spend a lot of time with you everyday and this was an excuse
When you first came to Germany your German was probably very limited
When they all got very popular it was a struggle for you because you didn't know much
So Bill would always wanna teach you, especially the bad words and having you say something that you thought was something else but really it's probably something dirty
Bill would always watch you out of the corner of his eye and wanna be near you on stage
You guys are never seen without each other
Always next to each other in interviews, photoshoots, on stage and off stage
The fans were starting to ship you guys from the get go
Bill loved it and wanted to see if you did too
He was so nervous when he finally discovered what his feelings towards you really were
He loved seeing you with the fans and how happy you were
He was always holding your hand, or hugging you or kissing your cheek before y'all were dating
He was such a little hopeless romantic with it as well
The chaos of being famous while a teen?
You guys had a complicated dynamic as you got older
With feelings, but you wanted to discover things and be with other people to see how it would be
He was so sad when you got a boyfriend or if you slept with someone or if someone flirted with you
He was always so scared you would find someone and fell in love and it wouldn't be him
You guys got drunk together a lot man
Even at parties, someone was doing karaoke and someone was downing more shots and shitfaced
You guys always ended up laughing loud as hell and stumbling on top of each other
He would usually smoke with you, but you guys would share a smoke
Mainly because it was an excuse to keep you close to him because "reaching over there is too far, (Name)."
You guys probably had a situationship or a FWB thing going on for a bit because you two were too nervous to actually confess
He always looked at you a certain way and couldn't find it in himself to stop
He didn't know how in love he was back then
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seunghan as your bf and ideal type please
SEUNGHAN AS YOUR BF ~ based off astrology obsv.
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Libra Sun: ofc this man has venusian influence do you see how fine he is. He's super charming and flirty and most def has a way with words with you since paired with a charming libra sun he has mercury in virgo which makes it exalted (meaning the placement is well expressed). He has sun square saturn which can possibly make him a big perfectionist towards both himself and you as well. His sun is trine neptune so hes VERY sensitive or on the more emotional side. Might also try to make his relationships have a "dream" like quality to them (even situationships)
Sagittarius Moon: literal happy pill. He'd enjoy feeling "free" in a relationship and for there to be extreme trust and for things not to be too possessive or would prefer if there wasn't much jealousy from his s/o (would probs be better with someone who isn't too sensitive). Would want to party and have lots unlimited fun with his s/o. I've noticed every dude I met with a sag+libra influence are super into smiles and nice teeth so that would probably be something he consistently compliment you about. Might suffer from impulsiveness when the relationship seems too stable and will "shake things up" Would definitely tease+make fun of you especially paired with that virgo mercury. Might run away from his problems/feelings if they're too severe or intense in the relationship. His moon is trine jupiter so once again an indicator of him using his feelings to navigate the relationship
Virgo Mercury: His mercury is exalted which means the planet expresses itself pretty well and properly compared to its detriment/fallen counterparts. He's a pretty good communicator which is lowkey ironic since he avoids conversational conflict but..having an exalted mercury (paired with a libra sun) he might be super good at talking himself out of/diffusing arguments with you. Pays attention to the small details and points of what you say; similar to Shotaro he remembers A LOT about you, things you've said, the things you love. Could be a little critical once again, might tell you where you fucked up but will try to be funny and lighthearted about it since his moon is in sag. His mercury is square pluto which also explains that he CAN communicate but sometimes he feels like words are too much and would rather be affectionate to show his feelings. Like if he missed you on an extreme level he'd prefer to just lay in bed with you holding you tight until you both fell asleep.
Libra Venus: has luck with the ladiesss most definitely. the headcanons of having to deal with girls approaching seunghan might be true I fear. but with the right person he’d have a good sense of devotion. Gloats to his friends about how pretty, perfect and attractive you are and probs enjoys people being jealous of him for having you (similar to sungchan). Dates would be a balance of idealistically romantic dates but combined with simple super fun dates like you two trying new things together or even going out partying/drinking together as a pair. Lowkey might constantly bring up how you two “compliment” each other or “balance each other out” or maybe even people outside of the relationship may think so. Would be super into gift giving and physical touch as love languages. Would love getting/giving expensive high quality gifts. Venus is sextile Pluto so he likes romantic/sexual intensity and control !!
Pisces Mars: Tries to be on the middleground especially since his sun/venus is in libra so he'd most likely be passive and indirect when it came to disagreements and arguments. Would try to subdue the situation rather than actually talk it out. He might even use affection or buttering you up to end the conflict ngl LMMFFAOOO. Imo he might need a more mature partner to help him actually participate in hard conversations. His mars is conjunct Uranus and that paired with his sag moon he might once again be pretty impulsive and do/say things just for the sake of it like imagine he suddenly does something risky as fuck with you in public and then when you ask him about he'd be like "wdym bae 😗". Also has mars square lilith so ngl...he'd try to use physical affection after an argument or upsetting you to make you feel better PLEASEEEE.
Authors Note: Sorry for the lack of answered requests I have 45 in my inbox and have been swamped at work LOL
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TOO LATE — A. ANDERSON.
summary. abby cant say she fell for you at the same pace you fell for her, but when she did, it was too late for it to matter.
mentions of blood + death | light spoilers | some angst | no gender specified | most def not proofread
note. angst is NOT my strong suit and i only got this idea because i replayed the part where she beats the shit out of ellie in the theatre basement, idk where my thoughts went after that.
word count. 2.4k
you were always there for her, weren’t you? she couldn’t recall all the times when she was alone, dealing with things on her own - you were in too many memories for her to count.
when her dad died, you were there besides her when owen wasn’t, and when she called things with owen, you were there too. during her late nights when nightmares would take away her sleep and panic would settle in her chest you were always there to hold her hand and guide her through it.
if she had to put it simple, you were the light she was looking for when she was lost in the darkness. though, when she finally put it together and realized this, it was far too late.
she never fully comprehended why her heart would beat days after things stopped with owen, the same rapid beating she would have even when she was with him — it wasn’t the same she felt when she was afraid, or when she would kiss owen. it was a delightful feeling, a spark lighting up in her body whenever your hands would touch, whenever you would hug her or smile at her.
your laugh was euphoric, she was addicted and yet she couldn’t comprehend why. maybe that was the reason she ended things with owen, he just wasn’t you, but she couldn’t comprehend thinking about you like that. you were just a friend, weren’t you?
you certainly thought of her as more, the reason for you always being there for her was because of your absolute fascination with her. her eyes, her laugh, the way she would always go above and beyond for what she stood for. she was the other end of your magnet, always pulling you towards her and yet you could never seem to fully connect as you longed for.
despite that, you stayed with her. you couldn’t leave her alone, you made it clear that you loved her and cared for her whenever you got the chance, and even if she couldn’t match the same and only saw your actions as friendly, you knew she cared a lot about you too. she was grateful for you, after all these years.
you were with her when abby and the group went to jackson to get joel - though you had the same mindset about killing the man as mel, you were still with her. you were still there, as she killed the man in front of ellie, and you were still there, making eye contact with the girl as she was knocked out.
you were with her when you, abby, and manny got called up to the fob, and you went with her when she set out to get owen after finding out he went awol - begrudgingly, of course, you wanted to make sure she was safe, and owen was your friend as much as anyone else was. you couldn’t sit back and leave him for whatever hell was out there, not when you could go with abby and do something about it.
you were with her when you found owen and got caught up with some scars - you took care of them, though you couldn’t have stayed with her for long. she began to get reluctant when it came to letting you out with her, practically begging you to stay behind at the aquarium where it was safe.
it was no different this time when her reluctance got worse, yelling at you when you tried going out with her and yara to get lev after he ran off to the island for their mother. everything was crashing on her, her exchange with owen and mel separately being too much as it is, and losing sight of lev made it worse. the last thing she needed was to lose you too.
the look in your eyes were watery, her yells getting under your skin. regardless, like always, you went with her words and wished her the best of luck, demanding she get back safe and leaving her in the damp hallway alone. she couldn’t find you before she had to leave, and she did her best to push that heavy weight in her chest to the side and get what she needed done.
she would make it up to you once she got back, she silently promised you that.
she would never get to do that though, her time on the island obviously kept her preoccupied - throughout her adventures, she couldn’t have known about the girl following her tracks to act out her revenge plan.
there was no way abby could have known that ellie had killed owen and mel, and now she had you tied to a chair in that same damp room where their bodies laid.
the bruises on your body ached with every movement, the knife dug into your knee left you still so the pain couldn’t get worse. your hair was in ellie’s hand via fisthold, forcing your eyes to connect to hers. your blood on her face from when you spat in it, which had only angered her more and led to that knifes current location.
her eyes were demanding, not the same as the broken ones you had seen back in jackson that day abby killed joel - they were filled with rage, red with anger and you knew there wasn’t going to be any mercy in this for you. “i’m going to ask you one more time, where the fuck is she?”
“go fuck yourself, mel gave you that information, and you fucking killed her.” ellie’s face crinkled up in disgust towards your response and towards herself, she knew she had killed a pregnant lady, but having you in this chair with valuable information she could pry out of you was overriding those emotions.
with a grunt, she roughly pushed your head to the side, hand going down to the knife in your knee - with a quick flick of her wrist, your kneecap was popped off. your screams bounced off the walls, hitting your ears as quick as they left your mouth. “go to hell.” you sobbed, eyes squinting and glaring at her through the damp hair dangling in your face.
“no other place for me to go, bitch, but i’m not going empty handed.” she stood up and left the room and, desperately, you gathered what strength you had left to try and find a way out of the chair.
there was too much going on in your body right now, too much pain and blood pouring from your wounds. the taste of iron was heavy in your mouth and you fought to keep your eyelids open, the tips of your fingers already going cold and numb.
there wasn’t enough time for you, and you knew this. no matter what you did, you were going to die anyway. there was no trace of mercy in that girls eyes, and yet you knew that’s exactly how abby had looked when she had ellie in this same position - helpless, watching those merciless eyes take the life of someone they held dear. except, ellie didn’t have abby beaten to a bloody pulp in front of you, she had you instead.
and as if on cue, your feeble attempts to free yourself landed you on the ground, your head slamming against the cold and wet tile of the aquarium floor. you laid in blood, though you couldn’t tell if it was your own or the blood that came from the bodies of your two dead friends. the thought had your eyes watering once again and you fought the tears away with constant blinks.
there was no use crying, not anymore.
it didn’t hurt to reminisce while you had these last few moments, unbothered and not having a knife enter and leave your body in different areas since ellie wasn’t in the room to do that for you. you thought back to the moments when you met abby, met the others and all the times in between that brought the best memories you could’ve made in any life. you thought about what you could’ve done different, and the what if’s.
what would’ve been if you hadn’t walked off on abby’s reluctance. if you had been able to just give her one last hug, to feel her embrace.
the thoughts ended as the door opened and the hasty steps echoed towards you. your eyes moved away from ellie’s approaching figure to the puddle you laid on. your reflection made you chuckle, how horrible you looked with your beaten and bloody face, the swollen eye and cuts lining your cheeks.
“i don’t see what’s so funny.” ellie spat, and you finally looked up at her, eyes tracing her figure down to the pipe that she held in her hand. she brought it more towards your face as if to show it off, and you knew exactly how she was going to finish the job. “i just look like shit,” you coughed out, pausing to catch your breath through a few heavy heaves. ellie rose a brow, bringing the pipe upwards.
“i just wanted to let you know, you look like shit too.”
the sound of metal slamming against the surface echoed through the hallways, and abby’s heavy breathing along with lev’s followed in unison. they had made it back, but something seemed off, and abby knew it, there was a quick pace in her steps, the rapid sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears from worry.
you, owen, and mel knew how to take care of yourselves. the aquarium was blocked up nice and secure, wasn’t it? even then, you guys would have the upper hand in a quarrel, wouldn’t you? alice was there to protect you as well, being the best guard dog and companion she was, right?
well, abby wasn’t too sure after that, seeing as alice was laying on the ground with a trail of blood next to her body. the weapon used to do the damage wasn’t to be found, but it already sounded the alarms in abby’s head. lev had stayed close to her, ready to help defend the pair if anything were to happen, though nothing came to his immediate alert but the tension radiating off the woman in front of him.
cautiously, abby and lev trekked through the rooms which had obviously been scavenged through, proof someone else had been here. what really set this in stone, however, was the blood pouring into the hallway from the main room.
all thoughts in abby’s mind gathered together into one possibility - that it was someone else’s blood, and you, owen, and mel had been able to defend yourselves. it had to be just that, right? with how trained you and owen were, and if anything were to have happened that either of you got hurt, mel would be there to patch you guys up.
but the make shift operating room hadn’t been touched since yara’s operation, but that shouldn’t push the idea down all the way, right? you had to be okay, right? it wasn’t a question in abby’s mind, it was a focus. you were okay, and that’s what she kept telling herself as she pushed the door open.
and like any other time she needed you, there you were, ellie’s body next to yours in a heap of unmovable flesh. you were breathing, but barely, and yet you were able to give abby that same smile you always gave her. “i’m so.. sorry abby. i couldn’t help them, im sorry.” you broke down, arms going limp and chest rising and setting rapidly with your sobs. abby looked, heart breaking at the sight of mel and owens body a few paces away from yours. she fought back the nausea, but not the tears. you were okay, you were alive and she needed to get you medical attention.
without hesitation, after collecting what little she could, she basically threw herself at you. she gathered you in her arms, examining your wounds and being careful not to push you more than your body could handle. it was apparent you had lost a lot of blood, and she couldn’t let herself postpone anymore time when it could be used to start helping you.
though, she couldn’t help the rapid whispers of, “i’m so fucking glad you’re okay,” and, “i love you.”
at least, that’s what should’ve happened, if she hadn’t opened the door to see your battered and mangled body instead. her eyes trailed to the pipe laying a few feet away, bloodied footsteps trailing out to a door on the opposite end of the room. all at once, abby’s world crashed down on her.
your body, plus the bodies of her two friends, laying cold and lifeless on the floor. “fuck…” she breathed, the nausea taking control and leaving her helpless to falling to the ground and throwing her guts up. then, the tears came. she sobbed and wailed and lev felt useless to the woman as she let her emotions go.
it was painful to watch someone who seemed so held together break, but it was understandable. lev had lost yara, and given the chance he would’ve reacted the same way if he had time, so watching abby break her barriers completely and sluggishly crawl over to your body, still attached to that damn chair, wasn’t so hard to mold into sympathy.
abby undid your ties, catching your body as it rolled over sideways, feeling how limp you were in her arms. she gathered you upwards, brushing hair out of your face and bringing a hand to wipe away the blood off your lips. your eyes were open, terrifyingly still and lacking their usual light, but they were glossed over and stared right into abby.
with a heavy sob, she took one last look into your eyes, and brought her hand to carefully close them, knowing she would never wake up to them again. knowing that the light in her dark was burnt out, and that she would have to go the rest of her days without your presence, your attentive nature, and your love.
your love, she knew, was what she was going to miss the most. she came to regret never giving it back to you, hating herself that it took a small argument to draw the promise she would do better for you, and she would never get the chance to. it was too late.
but in this moment, as she started to gather herself after lev called out for her, there was only one thing she hated more than her lack of compassion.
ellie, and she swore to you that she was going to kill that son of a bitch - it wasn’t too late for that, at least.
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Hi!!! I saw the Osamu x Reader post and as a Suna girlie it breaks my heart just a lil for Suna (very good stuff for Osamu and Reader tho, that was divine) but I was wondering maybe a slight part 2 for this where Suna gets his own happy ending? I say slight part 2 cuz Suna still has his heartbreak from the Osamu story but ends up with a different reader, perhaps? In my head it was Reader's relative who's much more of his type (relative part for slight drama, iykyk) but I'll leave that up to you!! For NSFW I'll also leave that up to you!! If that's not your cup of tea, you can ignore this ask, thanks a lot!!
hi!! thank you!! i def tried to take this in a slightly diff direction, just bc i was a little confused, but i kept the themes the same and the general prompt true to form! i hope this is alright! thanks for the request!!
warnings. sfw, alcohol consumption
info. angsty / hurt/comfort / timeskip!suna / very sad!suna / heartbreak!suna / previous relationship / suna not getting over breakup / misunderstandings / miscommunication / suna checking you out / happy ending / implied needy!suna / __ words
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"Old-fashioned. Please," The man beside you was quiet. Raspy, in a young way, but carried an age's worth of reservation in what were so few words.
He was wearing a nice, linen shirt. Orange and yellow danced off of his Harry Winston watch, but it didn't compare to the glint in his eye as he turned to look at your equally classy style.
The name that breezed off of your lips a little too easy.
"Rintarou?"
Other voices from around the rest of the bar fell away. White noise to you- a loud, gray static to him.
His fingers felt ice cold despite not nursing a drink, a decision he regretted not partaking in sooner with the rest of his team, now.
The knot in his throat kept him from responding.
"Wanna start a tap?" The bartender slid his drink towards him. He eyed you when Suna didn't take it right away.
A brief glance between this tense scene was all it took to understand.
He offered his card between two fingers and took the seat next to you without a word.
"This isn't going to work out."
Three years. So many victories, so many trials-- gone. You swore up and down you never felt anything, even after you watched him break down into tears for an hour.
Your passive stare, completely impartial to whether he lived or died, was all the solace he got.
He must've cried for days. He almost didn't show up for graduation.
The twins thought he died.
Suna held an empty stare forward at the glossy counter- fingers circling the mouth of his glass, sometimes twirling it.
Drowning in vat of ice-cold water would be a warmer feeling than this eternal torture.
The memory of you walking out of the gym, holding yourself because you knew what you were doing, and now you had nobody to comfort you for your cruelty.
A shaky sigh fogged the cool glass on his bottom lip before he took a necessary sip.
Something kind, finally.
The heat that crawled down his throat eased your next words enough for him to bare through it.
"What are you doing here?"
Your sad attempt at trying to make conversation set him off.
His nose scrunched with the effort it took to try to pull himself together. Just your voice dragged him so far back into that deep, never ending spiral of insecurity and uncertainty.
His similarly-dressed team taking up space and sound on the other side of the bar was the first thing anyone was bound to notice. After winning a game, they usually went out for drinks- but just like every other time he was dragged along, he found himself not having as much fun as he ought to.
He grew weary of their energy and insistence that he get a girlfriend to cheer him up.
This quiet separation from the pack, his sulky demeanor, and the pain he wore on his brow was evident to even the bartender. He knew you could see it and hated himself for it.
"Celebrating," His voice was so quiet it took you seconds after to completely register it.
Watchful eyes waited for your expression to shift. It made you as uncomfortable as he wanted, but he couldn't keep the fortitude to enjoy it. He opted for his glass in time to watch his ice cube drop, shift in his drink. It looked fuller, now.
He brought the bitter thing up to his lips and handled it astoundingly well.
Your pretty eyelashes looked prettier when you looked away from him. Longer and fuller when you weren't facing him. That flawless makeup, caressed by the soft, warm light of the bar must've taken you hours.
You were different. He tried not to notice.
"How have you been?"
It wasn't an apology. His fingers slipped on the gathered condensation and he hesitated to take another sip so soon.
"Busy," He looked at your glittery shoulder when you faced him again, "You?"
There were a few moments of silence that he didn't notice. His low-lidded study of your little dress was soothing the burn in the back of his throat, a painful mix from needing to cry and the strength of his drink.
Part of him was relieved you hadn't let yourself go. You were a divine gift that any man would be glad to have, and his opinion, should be willing to break himself over.
The dress honored his useless devotion well.
Part of him would never forgive you for not throwing yourself into a pit of despair for your heartless words. His eyes hardened at once, now at the curve of your thighs that stayed crossed under the bar.
"Can you look at me?"
When his eyes shot up to meet yours, it felt like you were staring down a wounded animal.
The full weight of your decision dawned on you and you realized, all at once, that you had been wrong for years.
You hadn't spared him the way you convinced yourself that you had.
Something reminiscent of fear flashed across your face. He left you to think and chugged the rest of his whiskey. His ice clinked in the glass when he set it down and flagged the bartender.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Slipped out, a little too early, as you both watched the glass refill with golden-brown color.
He squinted down and you were grateful it wasn't a look directed straight at you.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," He snapped as soon as your company left.
With more time spent sitting next you, basking in your presence for the first time in so long, and his inhibition slowly fading, he felt himself start to get belligerent.
"I was-," You sighed, trying to control the frustration in your voice because you knew it wouldn't help, "I was trying to give you more options."
It was quiet for a long minute.
The hateful stare he kept on his own hand told you he was not convinced.
"I knew it would be tough on us, with you travelling for the team."
A tough brow softened, just a little. His thumb slid against the rim of the glass, thoughtful, about a better time. When he had something else to look forward to other than practice, or games.
"I didn't wanna put you through that. I didn't want- to make you choose."
His life was empty beyond the court. He couldn't imagine any scenario that would've played out to be worse than this. His face stung when he spared a sideways glance at your pretty face.
"So you chose for me," He rolled his cloudy eyes.
His words were like acid.
You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat. You turned from him, angry that he wasn't doing well, guilty that it had to do with something you thought was a good decision.
A big breath through your nose.
"And I'm sorry," You bit the inside of your cheek when he froze, "I really can't express how sorry I am."
The apology wasn't something he could rationalize as anything other than genuine, and heartfelt.
Confusion ran through him, made much worse by his buzz-- his eyes burned and he furiously wiped one eye. He had convinced himself you were secretly an emotionless, terrible person for doing that to him. The fact that you could possibly atone for it made him wildly uncomfortable.
His chair scraped when he pushed himself up to stand and face you. He kept one arm on the bar.
"I wanted to make it work!"
His version of loud was by no means actually loud, but it still startled you.
"And- you didn't," He was already back to a soft mutter, but it was wobbly when he kept talking, "I don't know what else I could've done, to be enough for you."
"You were enough," You instantly argued, "I just-,"
Another frustrated, teary sigh, "I didn't think I was."
It must've been muscle memory. Suna didn't realize he was wiping a tear from your face until his hand was already back down by his side.
He hated seeing you cry so much that it trumped his own lingering, maladaptive thoughts. Especially when you looked so good.
Your small, sad smile at his chivalry eased the weight in his chest.
He felt like he could breathe for the first time in years.
"You were everything to me," You admitted.
He had to take his seat at that. Closer, this time.
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I was hoping I could get a Professor Chaos x (captured) reader? Maybe leaning towards nsfw? But ofc not if you’re not comfortable with it. Hope it’s not to much to ask for!
I’m hoping you won’t be upset if I do straight up nsfw, I’m sorry!!! Let’s all thank Hannah for helping me because my brain was empty and I wanted to sob 💕💕 @hannah-h-pleb
TW: Stalking, probs dub con or something?? I dunno just be scared 😍😍
NSFW CONTENT
Professor Chaos x reader
• When Professor Chaos first kidnapped you he wanted info regarding Freedom Pals and good lord he was getting desperate. Or at least desperate enough to kidnap someone
• Soon enough he targets you because not only are you new to the team, you’re an easy target too. Plus it just so happens he finds you stupidly pretty
• He’s honestly been stalking watching you for a good while too so it’s a win win for him, he gets to gain info about his sworn enemies AND capture the pretty lady he’s been stalking he’s obsessed with
• Professor Chaos probably captures you during a battle between the Freedom Pals and Cartmans group, they were all too busy and full of themselves to notice you were gone
• Honestly he was kinda hoping that maybe the Freedom Pals would notice and he could get a nice ransom out of you but they never came for you
• I suppose it’s just the universe telling you that y’all are meant to be, or at least that’s what he kept telling you
• He definitely has you tied to a chair in his lair while he questions you about everything you know, which honestly isn’t much. Not that he’d know what little you know right now, turns out you’re more loyal than he thought
• It’s almost funny because as he interrogates you he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter as he paces around his lair
• He just can’t help but get a boner with how pretty you look when you’re all tied up and scared!!
• But the sick thing is, you don’t JUST look scared, you’re enjoying this just as much as he is
• It doesn’t take long for him to act on his desires, and it doesn’t take very long for you to give in either
• Professor Chaos starts off more slow and passionate with soft neck kisses, palming your boobs, slowly fingering you, the works. He def wants to take his time with you to get you all worked up
• Professor Chaos fucks a lot differently than Butters does. Prof Chaos fucks, Butters makes love and all that
• And when he fucks you, he gets rough. The feeling of power completely takes over. He’s the type to pull your hair, spank you, and whisper utterly filthy things in your ears, maybe even chokes you
• That man completely ruins you in the best way, leaving your poor ass red with hand prints and your pussy practically stuffed to the brim
• When he’s done with you, you’re more than willing to tell him all you know now that he’s fucked you stupid and he ends up keeping you around
• Now it’s like you’re his little spy, observing anything and everything you can before you can come back to Professor Chaos and tell him everything and get fucked but that’s besides the point
• Somehow this goes on for a long time and the Freedom Pals were none the wiser to how you and Professor Chaos were getting busy behind scenes
• Within time the two of you fell in love, you learned to be just as enamored with him as he was with you
• I suppose the Freedom Pals really never really cared enough to see who was the rat among them, let alone see why their newest recruit had been going missing days at a time?
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Hobie with a Desi! S/O
cw/ fem! Reader, horrible attempt at writing British people, including multiple desi cultures bc my girlies need all the representation we can get (it’s slim pickings out here) all fluff, some cultural struggles, but everything is resolved, mentions of insecurities
(LONG POST- headcanons and a drabble)
I'm goth and I had a literary awakening when Hobie showed up
There are literally only two ways I see the two of you meeting
The first involves you being a friend/relative of Pavitir’s, who is exceptionally happy his two homies are getting along
In this situation, Hobie would know a little more about you from the get go, and you most likely would know about him (Pav thinks he’s so cool, he’ll talk about his friends to anyone who’ll listen)
Another; in my opinion, funnier, way for the two of you to meet is him accidentally crashing a desi wedding when he’s on Spidey business
You would be mildly peeved with him for disturbing the wedding, but his spunk and generally opinionated personality make you fall for him
Either way, congratulations! You have the world’s loveliest punk boyfriend
As a boyfriend, Hobie loves helping out in any activity you need help with
He’s the type of boy who tries his absolute hardest to be there for any event that is important to you
No matter if its a massive grad party or a late night pizza run, Hobie is there and having the time of his life
Now, moving onto the cultural aspect, Hobie adores learning about other cultures
Your family is weary of him at first, because of the way he dresses primarily
He manages to find a place in their hearts after they see the way he treats you (with respect and dignity!!!!)
Also the fact that he eats whatever your mom makes, entire plate, man will lick it clean
(I mean, have you seen how much British people love takeaway?)
“Is your mum home yet?” “She’s making something good I bet, she always is.”
He can HANDLE spice, and he’s good with kids (his interaction with Mayday proved that to me)
Your parents may end up, in a shocking event, liking him!
Hobie is your biggest hype man whenever you wear cultural clothes, especially if they’re a little on the edgy side, dark colors and all that
Lehengas, shalwar kameez, sarees, etc, he loves them all
“You're dressed up, aren’t you?”
He’ll explain it to you in this mysticised ‘stepping on eurocentric beauty standards’ type of way, but you know deep down he just thinks you're super pretty
He’s obsessed with your features, no matter what you look like, he thinks you have the most perfect face in the world
If you ever make Hobie Desi food, he’ll be in love with you forever
He loves pani puri, especially if the pani is a lil spicier
His love language is acts of service, and you making him something to eat is like, you are nourishing him?? With bomb Desi food?? he’s is seeing heaven rn
He most DEF asks Pav (who then asks Gayatri) for advice on how to impress you
This leads to him, hanging onto your windowsill, with a Mendhi tube in his hand, and a calm smile on his face
As Hobie slid off his mask, his gorgeous hair fell to the sides of his sharp face. Placing the spiky mask on your side table, he sauntered towards your bed, abruptly sitting down and motioning for you to follow him.
You sighed, and smiled as you took your spot in front of him. He was alway so considerate, taking your interests into mind whenever he swung by.
“You know, I’m not a pro at this or anything.”
He grinned, almost wolfishly, and placed the small sharp tipped tube into your lap.
“I could care less, do anything on my hands.”
You gently took one of his hands into both of yours, spreading it out to see the flesh of his palm, his nails were painted red this week, courtesy of you, of course.
His long bony hand flexed as you gently took off each of his silverish rings, one by one.
You were completely focused on this simple act, treating him with a gentleness only you could offer him, a complete contrast from his usual existence.
“I don’t have a lot of time today, my cousin’s getting married, we have to go to some pre wedding events.”
Hobie perked up in interest, sliding his free hand to smooth out your gingham sheets.
“And what do you plan to wear?”
His mind flashed through all the traditional clothes he’s seen you in, each more ornate and beautiful than the last.
“The lehenga most likely, the peach-ish one, with the sparkles.”
You undid the little plastic pin at the top of the Mehendi tube, applying a slight pressure and making a small line on his palm to start out with.
Hobie looked at you closely, remembering the last time he saw that specific lehenga.
“That one’s cute.”
You laughed a little, looking down at your messy drawing.
“I was going for a flower but it sorta looks like a palm tree.”
He looked down at his hand, a messy smudgy, and less than finished flower was on his palm.
“Maybe, a couple more petals on the top, yeah?”
You squeezed the Mendhi tube again, carefully drawing three extra petals on the top.
“There! I think that's good.”
Hobie looked down at his palm and kept a laugh back, poorly albeit.
The flower wasn’t necessarily bad, just a little wonky.
“It's absolutely beautiful.”
You smiled.
“Hold your hand still until it dries, then peel off the crumbly bits, okay?”
Hobie mockingly saluted with his other hand, matching your smile.
“Anything you say.”
You giggled, taking his face in your hands gently, careful to avoid snagging one of his piercings.
“What am I ever gonna do without you?”
His expression turned a little soft, keeping his smile steady.
“Let's hope it never has to come to that.”
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Unconciously succubus reader would corrupt arch angel ari but demon lloyd def can corrupt ari . Y/n on aris lap while she cockwarms him and both sharing and taking turns sucking on lloyds cock
Evolution of corupting ari hehe
I actually thought the "Evolution of Corrupting Ari", would add some drama and tension to the story. Now, let me expand a bit, An🫶n.
Ari is an archangel, however for whatever reason he was drawn to and fell for succubus!Y/N. They all later find out that despite being a creature from hell, Y/N still has her human soul, it's why she's her, and why Ari felt a connection with her.
Problem is, his higher ups don't see that. So, when they find out about his having a relationship with a succubus and a top demon, he'll slowly but surely "Fall from Grace". I'll go into more detail when the full FICS are written, don't wanna give away too much 🤭
Anyway, at first, Ari is happy to do traditional sex with Y/N. Until Lloyd found out that she was seeing Ari at the same time... Now, that confrontation triggered Y/N and she ended up needing to feed. Lloyd offered his essence, and her secret was out to Ari, along with Lloyd's. Because Lloyd could sense an archangel.
Y/N was actually a little sad and discouraged because she thought Ari would be freaked out and leave. Instead...
"You're a succubus? Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Ari, gently almost quietly, asked.
"I didn't want to scare you off, Ari. You're a really sweet guy, and I thought that you finding out about me, would do exactly that..." Y/N timidly said, nervously picking at her nails.
"You didn't and won't scare me off. Because I sense something good in you. Even if you are what you are, there's something pure in you, My Sweet." Ari said, stepping ever so slowly towards Y/N, and caressing her cheek.
"And what am I supposed to do? Share?" Lloyd huffed, not enthusiastic about the fact Ari has so much charisma.
"Why not? I'm not going anywhere, and if Y/N will have both of us, I won't object." Ari whispered, looking deep into Y/N's eyes, knowing there's true affection in both of their eyes.
And from there, Lloyd sets about corrupting the archangel. Starting with teaching him the kinkiest situations. Tools and even tricks.
Some of those times would be Y/N unknowingly corrupting Ari. Especially during when she decided to cockwarm him, he would be a little overwhelmed by the sensation of Y/N wrapped around him, every flex, every contraction. Especially when Lloyd get sucked off, and Ari decided he wanted to try at least once.
Their end would spell doom for Ari, because the higher ups had figured out why he's been going down to New York more often. But that's a story for another time😁
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misc twst headcanons..-freckle crew!! -> cater, rook, ruggie, ace, and riddle (but only during summertime, they disappear in winter)
-kalim currently has a broken phone screen.. he just keeps breaking it in a bajillion different ways (stepped on by elephant, fell off during a magic carpet ride, etc..). at some point jamil had to be like, kalim you can't just keep buying a new phone every week..he's currently on phone #21
-ortho's eyes def do that beanie boo thing where it looks like he staring at any angle
-azul, being the neat freak he is, is so on top with maintaining his human form that if he ever does start shifting it's literally soo slow. like if anything does happen, only his eyes change. jade and floyd like to point it out at the last possible minute <3
-weekly gossip between cater, ruggie, and jamil. they go to cafes to talk mad shit
-leona's pupils are constantly dilated--he likes his room dark while he naps so his eyes simply react to the lighting.
-probably killed someone AT LEAST once crew -> ruggie, jade or floyd, jamil, and ofc--malleus and lilia.
-ruggie also has a cracked phone screen, and doesn't bother to work toward getting it replaced. leona saw it one time and he was like, i can buy you a new one man, but ruggie started going on about how the cracks gave the phone character. leona dropped that convo so fast lol.
-out of the first years, ranking of who curses the most to the least: epel (he gotta drop at least ten a day), ace (he does it conversationally--like a middle school boy), jack (occasional), deuce (he used to curse a toon, but after dropping the delinquent thing he stopped almost entirely), and sebek ("it would be a severe disgrace if my life were to hear me curse in any way shape or form..")
-grim has pajamas. fish ones. he also has ASS handwriting and always tries to say it's his paws that are to blame and not that he's a grubby lil guy.
-jade got his pupils constantly constricted cause surface brightness is a KILLER. floyd is the opposite --he likes em dilated so he can see everything.
-jamil and ruggie in the baggie clothes crew 4 life
-malleus and lilia can't lie because they're fae. sebek escaped this fate, but sometimes he seriously cannot lie and it bothers him.
-sometimes they gotta do inventory at heartslabyul cause trey WILL start baking on a whim. "i just felt like getting my hands dirty." bestie the fridge is still full of the pastries from last week..
-cater uses his um to distract himself from the voices. you're sad? no--talk to your clooonesss!!
-jack and cats are a no -no. they just end up scratching him and running away and he gets so sad about it.
-pomefiore has monthly dorm-wide sleepovers. vil made it a tradition because self-care is self healing!!
-leona's hair is probably curlier than it actually appears, just because he treats it when in the mood.
-i like to think lilia had to warn silver from doing certain things if he ever came across fae other than the diasomnia fam. like, keeping rowan berries around his neck, salt in his pockets, never telling fae his name n stuff.
-deuce has squish able cheeks. i don't make the rules
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Party People | Eddie Munson
Summary: Parties had never been your thing, but of course you came to Steve...only because you hoped to see Eddie there. And maybe Eddie hoped to see you too. GN! Reader!
Warnings: Alcohol, illegal substances, swearing, unrequited love, happy ending!
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: A very cheesy, fluffy Eddie fic for you all! I kinda struggled to write this one, and ended up changing the whole thing when I was like half way through, but I defs think this ending is better! Let me know if you enjoy.
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Steve’s party was loud, music blasting through the main doorway as people wandered in and out of the large house. You could hear the wasted singing from the loungeroom, watched as your fellow peers swayed against each other, and smelled a mix of weed and cigarette smoke lingering in the halls.
Instantly you knew Steve was in for a world of pain when his parents got home this weekend, but you could tell he could care less, watching the man dance with Robin, the two of them all limbs and no rhythm. He caught your eye then, waving at you before leaving the dancing crowd, and heading your way.
“Hey, kid! I didn’t think you’d make it.” He offered you a beer for the cooler, and after cracking the top off for you, he passed it over to you.
“You know me, Harrington, never one to turn down a party invitation.” He chuckled at your remark, shaking his head and leaning against the wall next to you.
“Oh come on now, Mayfield, everyone knows you’re not the party type. Still, I’m glad you’re here.” You smile at the man, clinking your beers gently as you scan the room, looking for someone else you might know.
It seemed like Steve invited the whole town, the lounge room jam-packed with dancing bodies, and the rest of the crowd spilling out into the hallways, front lawn and back yard. You could see Nancy and Jonathan dancing closely as if they were in their own little world, and Robin was now talking to Chrissy, sipping sodas and laughing amongst themselves.
But someone was missing from the crowd, someone that promised he’d be there, making his usual deals, and your gaze couldn’t help but search for the brown-haired guitarist, sighing when you couldn’t find him.
Steve couldn’t help but chuckle behind you, watching as your shoulders fell into themselves and a frown formed on your face. Sure, everyone knew you were into Eddie and vice versa, but he didn’t think you were so head over heels for the eccentric super senior. He leaned towards you then, mouth by your ear so you’d hear your friend, and gave your shoulder a squeeze with his free hand.
“Don’t worry, kid, he’s here.” You turned to Steve, trying to hide the sudden warmth of your cheeks when you caught him smirking at you, knowing exactly who you were looking for and why, but he only laughed and shook his head in amusement. “Eddie got here early, said he wanted to make a few deals before people got too slammed to think straight. He’s outside near the pool.”
‘Why do you think I wanna know where he is, Steve?” He can tell the question is a distraction, something to delay you from having to seek out Eddie in an unfamiliar atmosphere, but Steve answers nonetheless.
“Because, Mayfield, I know that he’s your best friend, and you’re only at this party because Eddie said he would be here.” You go to stop him, say that you were here cause you wanted to be, but Steve put his hands up and hushed you. “Look, I know I’m your favourite movie store worker, and I know you said you’d come, but face it, kid, we both know this isn’t your scene. And that’s fine! But, can I let you in on a little secret? Eddie wasn’t interested in coming either until I told him that you’d be here. Sure, he can score a couple of deals, and make some money on the side, but he’s really just here to see you. Now, don’t argue, because if you start we’ll be here all night, just go and talk to him.” Steve pushes you gently then, in the direction of the open door leading into the backyard, and he doesn’t give you time to reply before the jerk is closing the door behind you.
The backyard is lit up with hanging lights, the gentle glow of the bulbs illuminating over the shimmering pool, and it’s a lot quieter out here, a small breeze rustling through the trees above. There’s a few small groups of people standing around and smoking or drinking, and a couple or two dancing slowly to the quiet music coming from inside.
Eddie’s standing by himself, leaning on the wall and taking a drag of his blunt, and you can tell he hasn’t noticed you yet, too focused on looking up at the night sky and getting high. You wander over, hands shoved in your pockets to protect yourself from the slight spring chill, and then you’re knocking your shoulder against his, a small smile on your face.
“Got one of those for me, Munson?” Eddie turns in surprise, nearly choking on his blunt at the same time, and you can’t help but laugh as you smack his back a couple of times, waiting for the man to stop coughing.
“Fuck, Mayfield. You really know how to creep up on a guy.” Eddie hands you a blunt from his cigarette case, lights it for you, and watches as you take a puff, a lazy smile on his face. “When did you get here? Harrington and I thought you weren’t coming at this point.”
“Yeah well, I got bored at home, and Max is hanging out with the boys for the night, thought I should give myself some entertainment.” Eddie passes you a fresh beer, clinking the neck with his own, and then stubs out the remainder of his blunt.
“How’s Max doing after…” He doesn’t exactly know how to ask the question you both know he wants to, but you just smile a sad smile and look away.
“She’s okay. She’s hanging out with Lucas again, and she’s spending less time in her room, which I guess is good. You know my family, Eddie, we’re not really into sharing emotions.” He chuckles bitterly at that, but you know he doesn’t mean any harm by it.
“The Mayfields and the Munsons, a match made in heaven for people constipated by their own emotions, how ever will we survive?” You laugh, head thrown back and Eddie grinning at you, enjoying the sound of your laughter wafting through the spring air.
“Constipated by our own emotions, I like that. What about you, Munson, I thought you’d be gone by now after you’d taken all the cash from the jocks.” Eddie shrugs and scratches the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign that he’s nervous.
“You know me, kid. Free beer, semi-decent pizza and a place to smoke without the cops busting my ass, I’m all for it.” He’s holding something back, and you can tell by the way his fingers tap against the glass bottle of beer he’s holding. You nearly wanted to ask what was on his mind, but you knew pushing him wouldn’t make it better.
There are more people in the backyard then, the party spilling out into the open air, and Eddie and you are pushed into a shadowy space near the corner of the yard. Something’s changed then because his arm is around your waist to bring you closer to him when a basketball player nearly stumbles into you while attempting to dance in a semi-decent way.
Eddie doesn’t remove his arm either, even though you’re leaning against his side, and you can feel the warm breath of his mouth against your neck, leaning closer to your ear so he makes sure you can hear him.
“You um…wanna get away from here? I think the party atmosphere has gotten a bit boring now.” He’s already tugging you away from your little spot without an answer, but he knows you’re coming willingly when you clasp his hand tightly, trying not to lose him the in moving crowd.
But then the music shifts, and you can’t help but stop him near the edge of the yard, right when you were both about to make your escape. Eddie’s looking at you, confusion in his eyes as he goes to open his mouth to ask what you’re doing, but you don’t really have an answer.
“Can we stay for one more song? I really like this one.” The song is a slow one, not something that Eddie would normally listen to given the choice, but he can’t deny the melody is nice, and it has enough of a beat for him to move along to. You’re looking at him with big begging eyes, hands holding his and your body already swaying to the gentle beat, and Eddie just smiles.
“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” You grin back at him, and without even thinking, you move closer to him, arms winding around his neck, chest to chest. Eddie freezes for a moment, but you don’t notice, and after taking a deep breath, the metal head tentatively puts his arms around your waist.
“Uh…I’m sorry…I don’t really know how to dance.” His mouth is near your ear, lips accidentally brushing against your skin as he speaks, and you can only look up at him, a soft grin splayed over your face. Your arms hold him tighter, but he doesn’t complain, even if he thinks you deserve better; deserve an actual dance under starlight in an uncrowded backyard with someone that can actually treat you right.
“You know, it’s never too late to learn, Eds.” Your voice is soft, and he nearly misses it in the mixture of music and surrounding voices. “I quite like you holding me like this though, I don’t need any fancy moves tonight.” He’s shocked by your words, and there’s a sudden lump in his throat, and maybe it’s the two beers and the blunt talking, but suddenly Eddie is spilling all his thoughts out in the little space between you.
“Earlier…when I told you I was only here for the beer and pizza, I kinda lied to you.” You looked up at Eddie, curiosity filling your eyes as you listen to him speak, holding him tight so you don’t miss a word. “Sure, don’t get me wrong, pizza and beer are always good…but I was staying…hoping that you’d turn up.” He stops then, breathing deeply and looking away as he gives you time to take in your words, but you’re already shooting off the next question.
“You were waiting for me? Really?” Eddie chuckles bitterly again, and you can already tell what’s coming next, but you’re distracted when the pad of his thumb brushes under the material of your t-shirt, gently touching the soft skin of your hips, raising goosebumps and making your cheeks warm.
“Ridiculous, right? Me waiting around for you all night even though I know I have absolutely no chance with you, but I’d rather see you and see you dance with some jerk from the basketball team than go home to my empty trailer. I knew that Steve only invited me to try and set you up with me, and I know I should have told him he was wasting his time, but then he told me you were coming…and I couldn’t stay away.”
Eddie looks down, and he’s stopped swaying you in his arms, his Converse covered feet scuffing the dirt, and his arms leaving your body, instead pushing his fists into his jacket pockets. He’s guarding himself, knowing that soon there’s going to a rejection spilling from your lips, and as much as he knows he’s strong, he also knows he wouldn’t be able to take that.
“Can I tell you something, Eddie?” Your hand is on his cheek then, making it so he’s looking right at you and your other hand is resting on his chest. Suddenly it feels like the two of you are too close, but Eddie’s frozen in his spot, not able to move when you start speaking. “In all honesty, I only came because you were. We both know I have no interest in parties, and I certainly know you normally only go to get some deals done.”
“You came…for me?” Eddie splutters out the question like he can’t believe it, because he honestly can’t. You’re smiling then, in a teasing way that makes him feel warm and loved, and your hand is running through the hair on the nape of his neck, with his body absent mindely leaning into the touch.
“Of course, silly. You really think I’d wanna dance with someone like Jason or Luke over spending time with you? No fuckin’ way, you make everything better, Eds, and I’ve wanted to tell you that for years.” He’s blinking at you, wide eyed and mouth frozen open as he attempts to take in the words, and when he finally shuts his mouth, he doesn’t know how to reply. “Now come here, lover boy, I’m teaching you to dance whether you like it or not.”
You’re pulling him back into the crowd then, his hand clasped in yours tightly and you can hear his perls of laughter behind you, grabbing your waist when you finally stop. The dancing isn’t perfect, your timing is way off and he’s excellent at stepping on your feet, but it’s the most fun you’ve had in months, surrounded by the boy you loved.
You stay for another hour or so, dancing with Eddie, and by the time it hits three am, and the cops roll around to shut down the party (much to Steve’s dismay), Eddie’s insisting that he drops you home.
“It seems, Munson, that you forget where I live. Of course I’m gonna let you drive me home, I’m your neighbour.” The obvious fact dawns on him then, and he groans in embarrassment as you clamber into the passenger seat. The drive is short, only a couple miles from Steve’s to the trailer park, and before you know it, Eddie’s opening the passenger door for you.
“I had fun tonight, with you I mean.” He’s blushing again, hand rubbing the back of his neck and his gaze avoiding yours. He’s walked you to the door of your trailer, and you want him to take that leap of faith that he knows is right there, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. So you do it for him.
You’re kissing him before you can stop yourself, a hand cupping his cheek and another clutching the collar of his denim vest. You can feel him take a breath through his nose, then he’s wrapping his arms around you, kissing you back with no hesitation. It’s not a fairytale kiss like they have in those romantic movies, because Eddie nearly trips on his feet and drops you, and your finger gets stuck in a button hole on his jacket, but to the two of you, it’s fucking incredible. His lips are chapped, and the scent of smoke still clings to him, but you can’t get enough of him. You only pull away when it feels like your lungs are about to burst, and Eddie’s cheeks are so red, his hands still clutching your sides.
“I uh…should probably say goodnight now…like a gentlemen.” His voice is shaky, like he can’t believe what happened, but he’s already swooping back in for another kiss, another taste of your lipbalm, and another squeeze of your sides.
“Oh, like a gentlemen, huh? As if you aren’t wanting to keep kissing me right outside my door.” He laughs against your skin, and even though he doesn’t want to, he untangles himself from you, sighing when your lips leave his.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe I could take you out for breakfast?” Eddie’s smiling like a giddy school boy, and when you nod your head, give him one final kiss on the cheek and a sweet grin, his heart is bursting out of his chest. “Okay, um, I’ll pick you up at ten, okay?”
“Okay, Munson. Now go, before my mum catches you on her porch.” He’s laughing, and stealing another kiss to your surprise, a wet smack on the lips and a squeeze of your hips as a goodbye, before he’s jogging back to his trailer, a final wave then watching you finally enter your home.
Parties were’nt your thing, and they weren’t Eddie’s either. But maybe, if you had more nights like with your metal head, you might become party people yet. Oh, and you definitely need to thank Steve, even if he’ll rub it in for the rest of your life, because you’ll always be thankful for his party nights now.
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do you have any historical romance books that involve the MMC groveling? I do love a good groveling scene, esp when it’s like…literal on-his-knees groveling (though not only when it’s that kind)
Oh yes, def!
When the Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid. My favorite Stacy Reid, the heroine is pregnant out of wedlock by a man who won't marry her, and her parents want to send her unborn child to a baby farm (very bad) so she basically shows up on the hero's doorstep in Scotland because they've been corresponding (having never met) by letter. He's actually mute, and he agrees to marry her and claim her baby as his own. It's really lovely and hot and he's honestly a great guy, but things happen towards the end that necessitate a grovel and he does an AMAZING one imo. He does get on his knees.
The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean. I'm not SURE Haven gets on his knees, but he might as well, and he is on his knees on the stepback (which I oooown, can't believe the luck). So the hero cheated on the heroine (it's a revenge thing), and she runs off, only to return on his doorstep in labor with their baby. They lose the baby, and the heroine again flees, only to return two years later wanting a divorce. He agrees to give it to her... on the condition that she helps him find his next wife, which is really a way for him to grovel and try to get her back. It's a book-long grovel.
Her Lovestruck Lord by Scarlett Scott. The hero and heroine have a marriage of convenience that he never intends to do right by; he doesn't consummate it and returns to the arms of his longtime mistress, a married woman. The heroine waits for a year before getting really pissed and going to this masked sex party, determined to cuck and humiliate this husband she's seen like, once. And guess who's also at the masked sex party after being dumped by his mistress? Guess who accidentally deflowers his wife? Guess who starts feeling REAL bad about some shit? It has one thing I don't loooove but I overall found this very enjoyable in an OTT soapy way, and it satisfied my love of the grovel.
Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley. Another "gotta get her back" book. Mac and Isabella got married like, the night they met each other, and had this very passionate marriage that fell apart after a tragedy (also: Mac needs to grow up). She leaves his ass for years, but they stay legally married, and theeeen she comes back to let him know that someone is forging paintings and claiming they're by Mac (who's like, a famous painter). She just wanted to let him know, nothing else! And he becomes determined to get her back. It's SO GOOD. At one point they have oral sex that involves like, breakfast. It's great.
Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall. If you want something different for a historical grovel moment, this is a nb/nb romance. Peggy is genderfluid, and her friend/ex wants Peggy to help her seduce this famous castrato soprano (knowing for being an exceptionally good lay) Orfeo. Orfeo immediately takes an interest in Peggy instead, and they fall in love, but they're both afraid of committing and Orfeo has a Past, and there's this really lovely, fun "hit your knees and beg" moment towards the end that I LOVE.
The Hawk by Monica McCarty. Medieval Scottish romance, the hero is a famous seafarer/pirate type who doesn't take anything seriously; the heroine is a very serious young woman he picks up out of the ocean (and I think? She's on the side of the enemy). They gradually fall in love and fuck on a raft in the middle of a storm, but of course he fucks it up and has to do a BIG gesture at the end. Very classic "man who won't let himself fall in love falls for woman who refuses to admit she's in love with him" book.
The Notorious Lord Knightly by Lorraine Heath. Another book-long grovel/grand gesture. The hero and heroine were engaged years ago, but he left her at the altar. They cross paths again when a scandalous book by an anonymous writer begins circulating, and everyone is like "uh dude this sounds like you" and he's like "it is N--" before reading it and finding her to be like "UMMMMM this is EXACTLY the kind of sexy shit we did together???? What the fuck girl???" She's PISSED lol, and with good reason. He's.... very hot.
A Rogue's Rules for Seduction by Eva Leigh. Another "he left her at the altar" book, but this time they're brought back together by their friends, who trick them into going to the same house party on an ISLAND. He.... does hit his knees. Like. He hits his knees with such dedication and enthusiasm that he actually damages said knees. But he's happy to be there.
Wicked in His Arms by Stacy Reid. Stern hero meets feisty heroine and "dislikes" her immediately; then they impetuously fuck in his closet (she loses her virginity on like... a desk) and she runs down the hall sobbing and he chases after her and they run straight into his mom and sister so BOOM marriage. They develop a real relationship over time, but he fucks up and has to do a bIG gesture.
Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell. Classic medieval (written in the 90s) wherein the hero and heroine are in an arranged marriage after he defeats her father, and he's determined to have an heir. He suspects her of fucking her friend (she didn't) before the marriage, so he kinda acts like an asshole, and then they fall in love, but then he acts like an asshole again, and she gets taken by enemy forces and doesn't even believe he'll want her back and... well. He does. A very. Impactful. Spiel. About what he'll do to get her back. And it is part of a very dramatic grovel.
The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe. Heroine believes she and the hero will marry due to an agreement their fathers made, and he's like "lmao no", so she decides to go wild and heads out to a masked sex part with her BFF. Who is the masked guy she fucks, but her sexy former fiance? They begin a fwb type thing, he fucks up, and commences with a pathetic pitiful delightful grovel that makes him seem like a kicked dog, basically. It's great.
Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean. Heroine wants to experience the world as she resigns herself to spinsterhood, enlists local sexy rake to help her. There is much accidental trampling on her heart in the process. He's definitely on his knees on the floor begging her to forgive him at one point.
The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath. This one is Gorilla Twins (all hail Gorilla Twins) so uh.... Yeah, Edward has shit to grovel over. And he does, in classic angsty Lorraine Heath fashion. Very few authors do pure angst as well as Lorraine. It is fucking magic.
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here, queer, a lil stoned, and with ghoul rot q/a
do you lean more towards the ghoul be fuckin head cannon or the 200 years of celibacy head cannon? personally i like both but in my opinion post war coop is low key a slut.
if the tv show ever ends up with a season in the commonwealth/goodnieghbor do you think we'd get a live action John Hancock? who's your dream hancock actor? (if you have one)
fav ghoul/coop headcannon?
ps im glad you and your wifey are ok! i really hope yall were able to still enjoy the long weekend!
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do you lean more towards the ghoul be fuckin head cannon or the 200 years of celibacy head cannon? personally i like both but in my opinion post war coop is low key a slut.
i like both and i def see the thoughts of celibacy (man was in a hole in the ground for some odd years lol) but i do lean more towards him fuckin.
now there's no tender kisses or sweet nothings. just a quick and dirty tumble that leaves you soaked in sweat (maybeeee some regret) as he satisfies urges and nothing more. it would take a whole lot more than that to get him to open up.
if the tv show ever ends up with a season in the commonwealth/goodnieghbor do you think we'd get a live action John Hancock? who's your dream hancock actor? (if you have one)
as much as i would love-love-love to see a live action hancock!!!! i don't know if we will :/
i remember reading somewhere that bethesda has been approached many times to make a live-action fallout and they were never satisfied with the ideas pitched to them.
what made this time around different is that it was a fresh idea set in the same universe which tells me they prefer to have an original story opposed to a re-hash of one that's already been told.
that said, i think it would be amazing to have cameos from the games and i think a lot of people would love it too so i hope they consider throwing us a bone lol.
you know i've never thought about it before, but off the top of my head, i think tom hardy, sam reid or jacob anderson (do not look @ me rn i am going thru it with interview with the vampire ok?!? but they are both fantastic actors), boyd holbrook, james mcavoy or oscar isaac.
there are some others but i cannot for the life of me think of their names rn 💀
any faves for you??
fav ghoul/coop headcannon?
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 🤔
there’s a lot but ig one of my personal coop hcs (that kind of relates to barb) is that he’s more in love with barb than she is him — not that she doesn’t love him or rather didn’t at one point in time!! but more so she fell out of love with him while he was away at war and by the time he came home, she had already mourned him and moved on. (i.e. the convo where she talks about how she waited every night for news on whether he was alive or not, how she always seems startled by him touching her, how she hesitates to kiss him back etc etc)
and as fallout is based off the 50s divorce was a big no no, so have a baby bc that’ll make everything better (it doesn’t).
another hc attached to that is coop was injured at the battle of anchorage (his talks with bud about the power armor etc also i think i read somewhere that he was honorably discharged too but idk if that’s canon-canon) and was possibly even MIA for a bit which forced her to mourn him and their relationship. only to then be faced with him coming back home very much alive… and she’s not in love with him anymore but can’t leave so she has to make do.
because that man is in love with her so much it’s sickening!!! heart eyes!!! touch is his love language!!! he’s willing and ready to drop everything as soon as he sees her. whereas the first time i was introduced to them as a couple in that scene by the crafts table, and it was revealed that they were married i went oh, he’s into her more than she is him. here he is loving on her and she kind of pauses, hesitates as she decides what to do before ultimately leaning in to give him a quick peck back. and from there on out he’s the one initiating the intimacy. reaching out. and she always seems so thrown off by it when he CLEARLY loves her. idk i’m rambling sorry this got so long lmao.
anywayyyy thank you!! she ended up pinching a nerve in her lower back while riding her motorcycle and couldn’t walk 💀 but the er got her sorted so we were able to relax today 🥰
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