#a big part of me thinks he'll call her honey

[shelbgrey]

Hi honey, I want to place an order for Twilight please. I want something for "being Rosalie and Emmett's daughter" the girl would be Jasper and Alice's goddaughter, hence, "granddaughter" of Esme and Carlisle. If it wasn't too much to ask, write how you think her relationship with each person in your family would be, Clan Denali would also enter this medium, since they are such good friends with Carlisle (I love them). Anyway, that's it honey, if it's too much for you, let me know, I never meant to be rude 😔💗

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter and the youngest in the Cullen family:

Your relationships with them:

Emmett and Rosalie:

They are your parents, they adopted you a little bit over a century before the big move to Forks.

Unlike the people around you, you have a strong relationship with your parents. Rosalie is a loving mother and Emmett is very much an over protective father.

The over protectiveness can get annoying but you know he means well. At first he was afraid to touch you, with his super human strangth he was always afraid to be around you. That didn't stop you from when you were a baby beacuse you'd just follow him everywhere. If he was working on his jeep you were crawling under there with him holding a flashlight. If he was play video games you'll craw on the couch and read a Dr. Suse book next to him.

Rosalie always makes sure your loved a cared for. She makes sure you eat proper meals, buys you anything you want, and most importantly she's always there to listen. It's hard to keep things from her and you know you can tell her anything.

Their worst fear is you becoming a vampire... But they also don't want to lose you once you get into your old age. It's a subject that wasn't discussed and you just didn't bring it up. That's the only thing you guys fight about... That and boys.

You've never seen your father so angry when he found out Pual Imprinted on you. Rose was just disponted on who it was but she was glad you found someone you loved. I think part of her was afraid you'll end up in this same relationship she was when she dated Ryoce King.

But then they saw that dispite his temper he treated you like a queen and that's what matter.

Alice and Jasper:

These two are your godparents. I think part of Rose wanted it to be carlisle and Esma but over the years she relized Alice was the best choice.

You love Alice and all but sometimes you argue. Mostly over clothes. There's been many first days of school that you hid in carlisle's office because you didn't want to wear a dress. After school you guys do make up.

She always makes sure you know your beautiful. If your insecur about something she'll try and help you see the beauty in it. If you hate your hair she'll come up with different styles intill you find one you like.

Jasper is the one you'll set with if you want peace. If there's a big family gathering and you don't want to talk you'll be with Jasper.

To him your the only thing pure in his life and he'll tare down the world for you.

You love hearing stories from jasper's past.

Jasper tought you how to swing a bat and to play baseball.

Carlisle and Esme:

You have a strong bond with these two.

Your close to carlisle and he always inspires you to be kind to others and he's the reason you want to go to medical school.

If you have a problem that you feel you can't tell your parents you go to him.

You guys bond over books and like with Jasper, you love hearing his stories.

Carlisle is just as protective if not more than Emmett. Carlisle is very calm and collected, but if anything is causing you harm his eyes will be blazing with anger.

Esme was the first one to except your relationship with Paul... Carlisle on the other hand didn't like it.

“I don't like him”

“that's a first” Esme said rolling her eyes.

Emes loves like you like you were own daughter. She's always puts you first and would give you the world if she could.

Dispite there young aprences you call them Pops and grams. When you were a little you couldn't say carlisle properly so you just called him car then pops.

You guys love going to the movies together and they'll watch whatever you want and always show interest in what you like.

Edward and bella:

You don't get along with Bella. Pirod. She doesn't treat you like your part of the family, which it doesn't matter because you were there first.

Edward is more like a brother. Your both closer in age and he treats you like a little sister more then a niece.

He loves you but sometimes he doesn't see that Bella treats you like crap. Infact none of them do expect your mother and Carlisle.

You never told them beacuse you didn't want to ruin anything for Edward but then one day rose and carlisle cought her in the act. You made them promise not to say anything.

You and Edward are close like I said before. You don't see him as the monster he thinks he is and you always try and make his life more brighter.

You never fail to make him laugh.

He tought you how to play piano and you guys bond over music.

Bella causes problems so the day she slapped Paul and he phased she tried to pin it on you right when the family started to except him. You and Paul explained everything and Edward took your side, which you were thankful for.

The denalis:

You and Eleazar have the type of relationship that you guys make each other laugh at the wrong time. Camron and Rosalie can't take you guys anywhere.

Camron loves you to bits and taught to how to speak Spanish. She teaches to about her culture and it warms her heart that you care so much.

Tanya and Kate are like big sister to you. You have inside jokes the others don't understand and your always laughing.

Irina and your get along but you aren't close. She stoped talking to you after Paul and the pack killed Laurant. You could understand why she would be angry but it hurt knowing she hates you because you love a wolf.

Garrett and you have a love hate relationship. You guys teas and taunt each other. At first it was out of spite beacuse your personalites just didn't clash but then he grew a soft spot for you and you became buddies.

#twilight imagines #twilight headcanon #Rosalie x daughter!reader #Cullen family x reader #denial #Alice cullen #Jasper Hale #Carlisle cullen #Esme cullen #Edward cullen #Bella swan #Rosalie Hale #Emmett cullen #Paul lahote

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hangover 1

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

Note: can't stop, won't stop. Please leave any and all feedback! 💚💚💚💚💚💚

Part of The Club AU

“Boris, I need that big breakfast,” you call through the window.

“Yeah, yeah,” the cook gristles back as he clinks a plate onto the metal, “you don't wait.”

“It's been twenty minutes,” you rebuff as you take the hot dish and veer around Monica at the counter.

You come around and carry it over to the only customer at a table. The officer came in looking underslept and worse for wear. A bruise is faded to yellow under his eyes and his stubble is just shorter than an actual beard.

“Here you are, honey,” you put on your customer service voice, “more coffee?”

“Yeah,” he puts his phone face down and unwraps the cutlery.

You go to the machine and grab a pot. You return and fill his cup as he jabs at the scrambled eggs.

“There ya go, honey, anything else I can do for you?”

“Yeah, stop calling me honey,” he snarls.

“Oh, sorry… sir.”

You back away and retreat back to the counter, offering more top ups as you burn with embarrassment. You suppose you can come on strong when you're looking for tips. Besides, you can't blame him for being grumpy. He seems to have a good reason for it.

You put on a fresh pot as you replace the urn on the burner. You dip behind the counter as Monica brings Vi her tea and egg whites. The old lady is one of the mainstays of the place.

“So,” Monica turns her back to the customers and lowers her voice, “how's Will?”

“I think he's liking college… must be having fun since I never hear from him,” you shrug, “only asks when he can come get his laundry done.”

“Typical, I'm not looking forward to Brandon being that age.”

“Yes, enjoy them while they're young and sweet,” you cluck.

“Waitress!” The cop booms from his table.

“Chipper guy,” Monica mutters under her breath as you turn on your heel.

You go back to the table. You notice the wrinkles in his uniform, the buttons aren't lined up properly either. He has his hand on his forehead. He leans over his plate as his shoulders tense and you see his boy racking.

Oh god, no! You've seen this before. Will would get like this when he brought home the flu.

“Oh no, just…”

You put your hand on his back and urge him over the plate as he pukes. You smell the alcohol then. You rub between his shoulder blades as he retches, not bringing up much more than the few bites he took.

“I'll get ya something,” you pull the towel from your apron and offer him that.

You try not to wrinkle your nose as you pick up his plate and carry it behind the counter. You dump it in the bin as Monica lets out a blech. You agree but you don't want to bring too much attention to the situation.

You go into the kitchen and wash your hands. You find a bucket and bring it out to the cop. He's bent over the table, head on his arms.

“Hon– sir,” you put the bucket on the table, “you want some water?”

He doesn't react. You go and get water for him, setting it by his elbow. He breathes heavily but doesn't move.

“You gonna be sick again?”

“No,” he grumbles, “I'm fine.”

You open your mouth but think better of it. You almost wonder if he's actually a cop. Maybe you should call the real ones.

You leave him and go to hide behind the counter. You have enough to worry about between tuition and your mortgage.

“Guy's a mess,” Monica whispers.

“Just a bit,” you agree.

“It's not even noon…”

“Shhhh, he's having a rough one,” you say, “he'll go eventually.”

“As long as he pays his bill,” she tuts.

“Yeah, let's hope,” you frown and peek over your shoulder. So much for a decent tip.

🍽

The cop leaves about an hour after he got there. You forget quickly with the lunch rush. You spend your last few hours running yourself ragged.

You exchange your apron for your coat and leave through the side door. As you come into the alley, you notice the cruiser parked beside the dumpsters. You sidle by, stopping as you see the figure strewn over the back seat.

It's the same cop that was in the diner. You're content to keep going but your shoe hits a shape that jingles. You look down, a set of keys that can be for nothing other than the car in front of you. Those doors only open from the outside… wow. You won't call the guy a disaster, you can't exactly say you're any better.

You bend and pick up the keys. You unlock the door and open it, the edge hitting the dumpster. You don't know what to do so you just grab the cops ankle and shake his leg.

“Sir,” you raise your voice.

He throws his arm off his head and props himself up on his elbow, “what?”

“Um, you dropped these,” you place the keys by his shoe. “Sorry.”

He grunts but doesn't respond. You back up, leaving the door open. He slowly slides to the edge of the seat and hands his legs out of the car, bracing the door as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

“Was sleepin’ good,” he growls.

“I… I was just checking on you… are you okay?”

“Does it matter?” He pulls himself up, snatching up the keys and slamming the back door. “Doing just fucking fine.”

“Alright, I wasn't…” you show your palms defensively, “have a good day officer.”

“Thanks, waitress,” he scoffs.

You bite down on his tone. It's not the first time you've been spoken to like that. In your line of work, it's all too common, and as you get more years under you, it's just how it is.

You turn and head towards the street. The engine rolls over behind you and as you near the end, you hear the tires crunching on pebbles. You barely manage to move out of the way as the officer steers into the street. You just stand back and watch him veer off. As bad as your day might be, his seems worse.

#johnny storm #dark johnny storm #dark!johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #drabble #au #series #the club #fantastic four #hangover

[nights-legacy]

Hello!! Imagine that fem reader is Edgeshot's daughter, but no one knows about it, because he wanted a good childhood for her without paparazzi and too much attention. Now reader in UA and dating with Bakugo and she wants to introduce him to her dad. Love you🥰

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Who's Daughter? - Bakugou x Reader

2045 words

Warnings: none

+ You are the daughter of Edgeshot and girlfriend to Bakugou Katsuki. You had been dating for a while, and your parents want to finally meet him. The problem is that noone knows you are the daughter of Edgeshot, so Bakugou is in for a surprise.

Quirk- Light Ribbon Whips (Mother has a light quirk)

Y/N's POV

It was a quiet evening at UA. I was scrolling through Facebook while Bakugou was asleep on my chest. I was gently running my fingers through his blonde spikes. He hummed in delight in his sleep. The domesticity of the situation was making my heart flutter.

We have been dating for a while. He had asked me out not long after we moved into the dorms and it was bliss. I was apprehensive at first due to how he was but he convinced me to let him prove himself. He never did anything halfway.

"Cuteness..." I muttered as I brushed the hair from his forehead. My phone softly ringing pulled me out of my stuper. "Hello?"

"Hi there, my Little Whip."

"His Dad." I whispered.

"Something wrong?" His voice became alert.

"Nope. Bakugou is just asleep." I said. My parents knew Bakugou and I spent time in each other's room. They trusted me and didn't tell Aizawa either.

"Oh, alright. That's good." He relaxed. "Actually, he's part of the reason I called."

"Oh really?" I looked down at the boy. I began to run my free hand through his hair again.

"Yes. Your mother and I would like to finally meet him. He makes you so happy and that makes us happy. We don't want to rush anything so when he's ready, we're ready. Just let us know."

"Alright. Wow." I chuckled softly. I stilled when Bakugou shifted. "I'll ask him. But don't go all big tough dad on him Okay. I'm pretty sure he'll just blow up on you."

"Oh, I know. I've met the young man out on the field. I'm more curious to see his reaction when he realizes who your dad is."

"That'll be something." I chuckled softly. "What was the other thing you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, that was for your mother. Kei! Your turn."

"Thank you." I heard the phone being passed. "Hi Honey."

"Hi mom."

"I just wanted to let you know that I will be leaving in two days for England for work. I'll be gone for around two days."

"Oh okay. Thanks for letting me know. I don't want to call you while you're sleeping, Mama Bear."

"Oh you!" She laughed. "I'm not that grumpy waking up."

"Yes you are!" I heard dad in the background. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright." She huffed. "Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight you guys." I hung up and plugged my phone in. I used my whip to hit the light switch and settled in myself.

~

It wasn't until lunch the next day that I brought it up with Bakugou. I waited for him to get to the table while trying to think of how to ask him. About halfway through lunch I just decided to ask him outright.

"Hey Bakugou?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at me from where he was leant over his bowl.

"How would you like to meet my parents?" I asked quickly. He choked suddenly, hitting his chest to help.

"Oooo!" Kaminari chimed.

"Shut it spark plug." He glared at the boy with warning sparks before turning back to me. "What?"

"My parents want to meet you. There's no rush of when. Just wherever you're ready."

"Oh." He looked away. He became a little red in the face. I gnawed at my lip, nervous. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course. Whenever you're ready." I assured him. He nodded. I looked down and I went back to gnawing my lip.

"Hey." I felt his thumb press against my lip. I stopped and looked up at him. "Don't do that. It'll be alright."

"Okay." He got up, gave me a peck, and left the table. I shared a look with Kiri and he gave me a smile.

"It'll be okay like he said. It's Bakugou, this is new to him."

"You're right." I nodded before looking in the direction Bakugou went off.

"Since when has Kacchan been so soft?" A giggle forced its way out as that quickly became the topic of the table.

~

It was a few days before Bakugou came to me with an answer. He was quiet for those few days. Unusually quiet. He still spent time with me but he was noticeably distracted. I was starting to get discouraged when he showed up at my room.

"Baby?" I looked up to see him leaving against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching me with a sorry look on his face.

"Hey." I smiled up at him. I was sitting on the edge of my bed with a book in my lap. He gave me a small smile before pushing off the frame.

"First of all, I would like to apologize." He sat on his knees in front of me. "I've been really distant lately. This just threw me off guard. You know that all this sappy relationship stuff is new to me."

"Yeah. I know." I reached up and brushed his cheek. "I knew this would be a bit jarring. But I knew you could handle it."

"Yeah. Of course I can." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "But on a serious note. I would like to meet your parents."

"Really?" My eyes widened. He nodded. "Awesome. I promise they'll be on their best behavior. As long as you are on your best behavior too."

"Huh!" Before I could blink, I was tackled back onto my bed. "I'm always on my best behavior." He yelled.

"Bakugou!" I laughed. "Maybe we should revisit your definition of 'best'." I poked him in the chest. He glared at me before huffing. He plopped down next to me. "So when were you thinking?"

"This weekend, maybe?" He looked at me.

"Okay. I'll call my parents."

~

"Okay. There's no need to be nervous. My parents are really cool and laid back." I ran my fingers through his hair. He just watched me. He was dressed normally. Black jeans with a simple long sleeve orange shirt.

"I'm not nervous, babe. I think I can handle your parents." He pushed my hand away. I bit down a smirk and he must have taken it as a nervous bite. He brushed his thumb across my lip. "It'll be alright."

"I know." I kissed him softly. He cupped the back of head, deepening the kiss. I pulled away reluctantly. I don't think it would be nice for my parents to find us making out on the doorstep. "Come on. Oh, and don't be too surprised, okay?"

"Surprised? What are you talking about, women?" I just chuckled, pulling him towards the door. I could feel his glare on the back of my head.

"Mom! Dad! We're here!"

"Finally!" Dad exclaimed.

"Shinya!" I heard mom scold followed by a whack and a grunt. I chuckled. We kicked off our shoes at the door and I heard a small popping. I glanced at Bakugou's hand and saw a Spark before he clenched it into a fist.

"Not nervous, huh?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Shut up." He grumbled. I grabbed his hand, kissed it, and led him through the living room to the dining room. I could see the dining room table set up before my mother stepped into the room.

"Hello! It is so nice to finally meet you, Bakugou. I'm Y/N's mother, Nissa Kamihara." She held out her hand to him. I could see him grasp her hand gently before shaking it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." I could hear the very small shake to his voice.

"Shin. Come on in here!"

"Coming!" Out of the kitchen, my dad appeared. His normal jagged, high hair was in a low ponytail that was draped over his shoulder. He was wiping his hands off with a dish towel. "Welcome Mr. Bakugou." He held out his and they shared a firm handshake. I could see a flash of recognition in Bakugou's eyes and held back a chuckle.

"Hello sir." Bakugou nodded. After they let go, Dad pulled me into his side.

"We've missed you, kid." He hugged me tight and kissed my head. He let me go and I went to hug mom.

"Wait... do I know you?" The confusion on Bakugou's face was amusing. I went and stood next to him as he looked at Dad. He looked at me next. "Babe, I swear that I..."

"Ha ha." I started laughing and buried my head in his shoulder. I could hear my Mom giggling too.

"Hey! What?!" He snapped. I could tell he was irritated but only slightly. He hit my hip to get my attention.

"You actually do know me, Mr. Bakugou." I could see the confusion and irritation grow.

"Just tell him, Dad. Before he blows a fuse." Said boy gave me a small side glare.

"Fine. Fine." Dad chuckled. He walked over to the closet he kept his hero suit in. He pulled out his mask, neck wrap, and shoulder guard. Bakugou's eyes squinted before widering in recognition.

"Edgeshot! Your father is Edgeshot?!" He turned to me.

"Yep."

"What? Why didn't you..." He trained off before turning back to dad. "I thought you didn't have a family." Dad smiled before turning to Mom and pulled her into his side.

"How about I explain over dinner?"

~

"So you see, I just want to protect them. From the media, from villains, everything that is involved with the hero life especially since we had Y/N so young."

"Damn." Bakugou leant back in his chair.

"Yeah. It's not logical for a hero to have a family so young but I wouldn't do it any different." He squeezed moms hand. "Now that Y/N is on her way to being a hero herself, I'm not as worried anymore."

"Are you going to let the world know that you have a family?"

"Possibly. In reality it's not any of the world's business." Bakugou nodded. His hand absentmindedly moved to my thigh in a tense grip. I could tell there was something on his mind. I reached up and ran my hand through his hair.

"Whatcha thinking about, Blasty?"

"Was it hard? Balancing the hero work and your personal life?" Dad sat silent for a minute.

"Yeah. It was. There were times where it was really hard and trying. Times where We didn't know if we could make it through. But it was all worth it in the end."

"Okay." I set my hand on top of his.

After that, the evening became lighter. Bakugou began to act like his normal self. I think he felt more comfortable after realizing he actually knew my Dad. Mom got a taste of the real Bakugou. The angry pomeranian and the soft Bakugou hours. I even heard my Dad and Bakugou having a one on one that I refused to eavesdrop on.

"See you later guys." I called as we left. We walked hand and hand down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence.

"You know, your quirk makes a lot more sense now." He suddenly said.

"Why's that?"

"I always thought that your quirk was similar in a way to Edgeshots in a way. So now it makes more sense."

"Surprise." I chuckled.

"I can't believe you tell me or I didn't figure it out."

"Well in your defense, I don't share a name with my dad for reasons. And I never made any indication of who he was."

"No you didn't!" He grabbed my sides and began to tickle me. I squealed and fought against him. He eventually stopped and just held me to him. He hooked his chin over my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you thought."

"Nah." He turned me around. "I understand why you didn't. It's okay."

"Hmm." I smiled before reaching up and nuzzling my nose against his. I kissed him softly. "Kami's right. You have gotten soft." His face shifted in an instant. I laughed, knowing I stirred him up.

"Wha..." I quickly pushed away and ran.

"Race you back!"

"Oh! You little brat!" I heard the familiar popping of his quirk. "You know you can't beat me. No matter if you're a pro's daughter or not."

God, did I love my angry pomeranian.

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[orionchildofhades]

steddie swapping soulmate au part 9

part 1 |[...]| part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | Ao3

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the fist thought in Eddie's head as he awakes is finally.

this is not his bed.

he swapped again.

the last months were painful, the idea of being left alone without the soulmate he was promised like a burn in his heart. with that and highschool going terribly as always, it wasn't very fun.

What he realises quickly is, even if this is not his bed, it's also not his soulmate's. At least not the one he woke up in the first time. The room is even emptier than the previous. White walls, white ceiling, white wardrobe. It feels even less personal than the first time around.

Everything is a bit fuzzy around the edges when he sits himself on the soft sheets. At least the bed is very comfortable.

He doesn't have much time to put everything together when the door on his right beeps - beeps? - and burst open. A tall and honestly, even for Eddie's gay heart, gorgeous woman enters. Caramel hair fall like around her face in waves, her skin porcelain and gently decorated with beauty marks under her eyes, above her lips, on her hairline. Her eyes are a shade of brown strangely familiar. What's not is the feint twitch of it when her eyes land on Eddie.

"What are you still doing in bed? We are leaving in ten minutes, I told you to be ready at half past!" She huffs and goes to open the wardrobe as Eddie watch in bewilderment. A glance at the clock above the door shows 10:18. "Come on, get up." A pair of jeans and a polo are shoved his way and the woman hurries him toward another door, on his left. He ends up very quickly in a bathroom, as white and clean as the room, and she constant rummaging of the woman pushes him to speed up any process. He throws his pajamas - his soulmate's pajamas - off with blushing cheeks and gets out of the room in the process of putting on a shirt.

This is not how he intended to meet any of his soulmate's family.

"Oh, honey." There's a hint of fondness in the voice this time as Eddie is dragged in front of the woman, dare he assumes the mother of his bonded soul?, and she starts working with his hair with strong but gentle fingers. "You are such a mess this morning. Be thankful your father is busy today."

And soon enough Eddie ends up outside, at the very bottom of a building that is far too tall to be safe if anyone was to ask him his opinion.

And he's in New York.

That comes as a surprise and a logical explanation as to why the room was different.

It's called a hotel Eddie, comes Frank's sarcastic voice in his mind.

This is the first time he has the actual chance to roam around a big city. And not any big city, but New York. That's just too cool.

The woman, the mother really, it would be weird otherwise, gets them a taxi and takes them for brunch before another taxi brings them to Time Square.

Eddie cannot believe he has such a chance.

He ignores the slightly disappointment remarks coming and going from the woman and happily enjoys his day.

A fleeting feeling of guilt rises in his chest at the thought of his soulmate missing such a day but he shrugs it off. There is no reason for him to feel bad, he can't change any of it. He'll just have to keep every detail in mind and recount everything once he meets his soulmate.

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on a different note, i'm looking for a potential beta reader for a harry potter fic, if anyone has a bit of time, likes the fandom, would be willing to check some texts and ideas with me don't hesitate to comment, send a text

on another note, the second part of a mha fic i wrote is out on ao3, if anyone likes this sort of stuff it's villain!traitor!deku and people seem to think it's not too much trash so it's there if you are looking for a fic in mha

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #orionwritesthingies #i just learned how to write pajamas guys! #yey

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 11

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 11🥰🐞

A/N: Oh goodness! Its here, the big fight 🙈 -

Warnings: violence, horror, swearing, gore, blood,🙈

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Feeling the steel underneath your body, hands and feet tied with chains, Luke walking around circling you, trailing the bonesaw, on the table, then running it down your arms, making little cuts everywhere, he's laughing, tears streaming down your face, please, Luke, please, I'm begging you. "Him saying his waited for so long to be able to do this." You squirm and try to get out of the chains, but damn there's no way out. He looks at you, with that devilish smile of his, first we'll start here, he said laughing. He puts the saw, to your wrist, making backwards and forwards motions, even through, your screams you can hear the bone making almost crackling noises while you see the blood gushing, washing away the bone fragments. Stop, stop it damnit you scream.

Sweetheart! Its just a nightmare, your still here with me! Babygirl wake up. Bobby says while shaking you awake.

What the hell! Your breath heavy, your heart racing, sweat forming against your forehead. Running your hands over your face, it was a damn dream. Grabbing ahold of Bobby, fear written all over your face! I'm okay, your okay, we're okay, you say, with exhaustion in your voice.

Bobby just holds you! In a low deep voice, he says, he'll be back soon, darling, we need to try and get out of here. Or its going to be to late for us. Who knows what he'll do to us today.?

Still holding onto Bobby, your mind starts to wander to the last three days, he's gotten meaner, angrier, he doesn't give them anything to eat anymore, just a little water, one bottle a day, between the two of them. Making them weaker and weaker. Last night, he came in and started kicking the shit out them, for no damn reason. He was so angry, he's eyes colder than before. They both just laid there not having the strength to get up and fight back, both of them hurting, bruises, and blood everywhere, you are sure your bodies have more broken bones than most can handle. Honestly at this point, your starting to think it will be better if he just ends it all right now!.

Your thoughts get interrupted, by Bobby pushing you slightly away, looking into your tired eyes, he's voice filled with concern and heartache, honey, your burning up, taking his hand to your forehead. Shit! Shit! Shit! The infection is spreading, he removes the piece of cloth he made into a sort of bandage, picking it up slowly, the cloth is wet with blood and yellow skin matter, damnit he screams, hitting the cage.

Putting your hand over Bobby's, calloused hand, looking into his sad blue eyes, speaking in such a calm voice it even surprises you, "Bobby, stop, its okay, it doesn't matter anymore, we've tried, and damn did we fight, I'm proud of us. You start to cough again, you had this cough for few days, thinking it might be a cold, but really deep down knowing, its the sepsis that's gotten into your bloodstream.

Bobby just looks at you, his eyes glistening, trying to fight back the tears he feels. He doesn't have the words, he just pulls you close, knowing there's nothing he can say or do to fix this, it feels as if he's heart has sunk, knowing he failed you, he couldn't save you this time.

....

Dean followed Luke, to an abandoned road, through the forest, a place so well hidden that no-one would have known it was there. Its a factory like barn maybe.

Dean quickly dials Sam's number again, "Hey you've reached Sam Winchester, most probably in court, call you back later" Damnit Sammy, when you get this, I've found her, I'm sending you coordinates, come as soon as you can. Thanks man.

He puts the phone down, opening the glovebox taking out his service pistol, and a backup piece he places it in his boot. It be best if I take him by surprise, he thinks,.

Waiting for him to go into the factory. He searches the perimeter first, trying to plan escapes routes incase she's in bad shape. Not that he really wants to think about that. Peeking through a rusty hole he only sees Luke talking to someone, but he can't see who it is. He's holding a knife, maybe a saw, whatever the damn case, he's going in.

Breathing in deeply, trying to brace himself to see her, in which ever state she's in, ignoring the pain in his chest. He kicks open the door, weapon in hand, blinking his eyes quickly to adjust to the darkness.

Hey jerk! Dean shouts, if you wanted me dead you should've done it yourself, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Luke just stand there smiling, your too late,there done for , they want to die, look at them,.

Dean looks at the cage, Bobby sits against the bars holding her in his arms, he doesn't even lift his head to look at him, swallowing the tightness in his throat, speaking in a deep, painstaking voice, you are going to hell for what you did!, When I'm done with you, your going to beg me to kill you, you damn bastard!

Luke laughing! Your a sheriff you can't just kill me!

Dean's face hardens, taking his sheriff badge and service weapon, putting it down on the ground, consider me retired he said running towards Luke smashing him against the cage.

Luke trying to drive the knife through Dean, but failing as Dean pushes him deeper into the steel bars, his fists doing the talking. Luke getting his right hand out of Dean's grip, punching Dean directly at the still recovering wound.

Dean stumbles a little backwards, flinching at the pain in his chest, Luke pushing the knife against Dean's throat, he's eyes laughing when he says, guess I get to kill you myself afterall.

"Not a single trace of worry or fear, across Dean's face, smiling a little, saying I don't think so. Dean's fist strikes Luke in the gut, Dean doesn't stop until Luke lies in a puddle of his own blood, his face beaten to a pulp, taking the knife out of his hand, about to finish the bastard's life, he hears a familiar voice, "Dean, don't do it, it's not worth it! Sam says, his voice filled with concern.

Looking up at his brother, he drops the knife, knowing he's right. He searches for the keys to open the cage, praying, hoping his not to late.

Sam walks closer, seeing the crap is beaten of the bastard ,he walks the other way around to meet up with Dean so that he doesn't get blood on his shoes.

Dean and Sam heads into the cage, Bobby mumbling something but The two of them can't make out a word he says.

Dean comes closer, bending down, he looks at her, his fingers removing the strands of hair hanging over her face, the shock of seeing her face all bloodied, full of bruises with open scrapes and gashes, let's him fall to his knees, his face revealing the anger and heartache, almost to afraid to check for a pulse, he's picks up her hand, flinching at the sight of her torn open, rope burned skin, she's still alive Sammy , his voice hopeful but broken.

Before getting back onto his feet, Luke pulling a gun on them catches his eye, and without thinking twice he pulls out his backup piece, pulling the trigger, the bullet flies towards the room, in between the cold eyes, Luke hits the ground, in a matter of seconds, Dean looks back to Sam and neither of them say a word. Bending down, grabbing ahold of her, just holding her to his chest, I got you baby, Dean says underneath his breath, let's get you home.

Sam takes Bobby and halfway carries him out to his car.

Dean picks her up, carrying her to the impala, before putting her down in the backseat, her eyes opened slightly, a barely audible "Dean" escapes her lips, yes sweetheart your safe, knowing that Dean get behinds the wheel, and starts driving like hell towards the hospital...

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[starseneyes]

Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 5

"The Fugitive" or "The One with the Chick Raised by Wolves"

Believe it or not, this is one of my favorite episodes of the season, thus far (and in real life, we've just had 5x11 air).

SPOILER ALERT: While I try to write these as though I don't have knowledge of the future, it might come out, and I try to tag when it does. I will definitely spoil this entire episode, and reference past episodes.

Everybody ready? Let's have some fun and dive in!

"I got it, I got it, I got it. Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just, uh, tweaked my back on take down." "You're not fine. You're in agony. We're taking you to the hospital."

Wife energy, right there. Tim doesn't like to make a fuss about himself, and he'll tough out a lot of stuff. But Lucy knows the difference, and it makes sense that she's the one to put her foot down, and the one he can't ignore.

But he's gonna try.

"No. Call Grey and tell him Tim is not here as a supervisor. He is here as a patient." "I told you, I'm fine-ahhh!Okay. I'm not fine. Get me the doctor."

Boy was about to hit the floor if not for Aaron and Lucy grabbing ahold of him. And scope the look Lucy gives Nolan. "You see what I'm dealing with, here?"

"Oh, hey, I'm just searching for bad guys." "All clear, here."

Cat. Fight. I mean, Ashley's claws were out on that one. And, to be fair, Lucy isn't in there looking for bad guys. She wanted to check on Tim because she cares.

You can see the second she spots Ashley in the room, she tries to backpedal, but she's already in the room.

"Wait, so Nolan's leaving someone on every floor?" "Yes, we've been cops for more than ten seconds. We can handle this."

Tim addressing her gives her the permission she needs to finish stepping into the room. Even if Ashley doesn't want her there, Tim wants to talk to her. And that's enough to coax her in.

"Hey, doc, what's the word?"

Tim invites the doctor to speak openly in front of the whole room, which he does.

Ashley looks flabbergasted that Tim was shot, and I can't help but giggle about the fact that Lucy said back in the early seasons that Tim had been wounded 5 times in the line of duty. Oh, Ashley, honey... you're not cut out to date a cop.

"I was shot. It wasn't a big deal." "I saved his life first day on the job. It was a huge deal." "Back to the fragment."

I love how he says that to Lucy and she smirks at him.

"Hold on, what are the risks?"

Coming in with the wife energy, Lucy wants the details before she lets this doctor lay a finger on her husband. Lucy takes a step closer to Tim, subconsciously protective, but now in an even line with the doctor, too.

Lucy's not a bystander, anymore. She's driving the conversation.

"We are talking about the spine, so it is risky. But it's laparoscopic..."

Look at Tim and Lucy looking at one another on that. He's not looking at his girlfriend. He's looking at his wife.

But as the doctor departs and Lucy shifts on her heels, she wants so badly to be the one by Tim's side and helping him through this. But the Blonde Bitch has parked her unwanted behind on the bed, wedging herself between Tim and Lucy, practically forcing him to look at her.

Honey, if you have to get between him and another woman to get him to look at you, he was never yours to begin with.

Lucy reads the room and awkwardly excuses herself as Tim grips hands with the Serpent... but his eyes drift back to the door and the void left by Lucy's absence.

Because the closer they get to one another after their "breakup", the harder it is to ignore the warmth he feels in her presence, the way he wants to hear her say his name, the thought of those lips parting at the touch of his, again.

Tim's got it bad, but he's trying so hard to do what he thinks is the right thing by staying with Ashley. Someone once mentioned that Tim has never left. Isabelle left him. Rachel left him.

The only thing Tim ever left was his father, and that's because he wants to be nothing like him. But when it comes to romantic relationships, Tim's not the one to leave.

I think he's so terrified that he isn't worthy of love... all those anxieties and fears from his childhood playing in. So, he'll stay. He'll sacrifice too much of himself.

But everything in him is aching for Lucy, much as he tries to push it away.

"You need to get back to the station immediately." "What? Why?" "Because if we're both out of commission-" "Based on seniority-" "Smitty's in charge."

Boss Bitch Lucy Chen is activated! Let's be serious, it says a lot about both Tim and Grey's confidence in Lucy that instead of sending in any P3 (including Nolan) to take over the running of the station, they send Lucy.

They send a P2 who they know is more than capable of filling in for not only two Sergeants, but running the precinct as Watch Commander.

Lucy Chen is the moment.

"You know, with your injury, you could retire right now, if you want."

What. The. F*ck. Who do you think you are sliding into Tim Bradford's life trying to wrench him from the job he loves to fulfill your selfish fantasies. Gee wiz, lady!

Relationships are a give and take, right? We give some. We take some. We find middle ground together.

Baywatch Bitch is taking advantage of Tim's inability to hold the rope during this particular game of tug-and-war and yanking it across the middle line. This will not stand.

"We could even move out of LA. I mean, I could be a lifeguard anywhere." "So long as there's a beach." "I hear Bali has a bunch of those."

You Bali-Bound Bitch better back off.

"This is so exciting." "No. I haven't decided anything."

She's planned their entire lives without consulting him once, and it pisses me off mostly because she doesn't know him at all. Tim loves LA. He didn't leave it for Rachel, and he ain't leaving it for you.

She's already told him she doesn't want kids and doesn't want to get married (two things Tim would love with the right woman). She is a freaking lifeguard when Tim doesn't even like the beach.

And now she wants to wrench him from everything he knows and loves to plant his ass on a beach in Bali!? What does she think he's going to do? Drink mai tais and work on his tan?

Pass Tim a remote, some whisky, and get the sand out of his private areas, because that ain't happening, chica.

"Anyone else hungry?"

It's not quite the equivalent of Chris humming the song, but it's just as thoughtless. You're literally in a room with a man with food poisoning, you leech!

"Can you tell my sister, please? Do not tell Chen. She's got enough on her plate."

Look, I know his girlfriend was right there, but he just mentioned the two most important women in his life... Genny... and Lucy. Even though he thinks Lucy rejected him, he knows she cares for him.

And I think as they spend more time together in these episodes, he's starting to see their relationship differently. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she does feel something, too.

Because she came into his room looking for him. Yes, his girlfriend clocked out to be with him. But Lucy wanted to be there with him, too, in that moment. And we all know which woman he'd prefer.

They are back to their borderline-flirty banter ("It was a huge deal" "Back to the fragment"), and they are returning to the default level of ease between them—which only magnifies things for Tim.

And in this moment, he can't risk that he's right. If he's right, Lucy could be torn between her duty and him. Some part of him knows that.

I had a friend who went on their honeymoon and came back to find out one of their parents had suddenly died. They were thankful that their family waited to tell them, because there would have been no way to come home early and do anything about it. Not all people are this way, but she was.

Tim's taking a similar approach—get through the crisis before looping Lucy in, because there's nothing she can do, and she's really needed elsewhere.

"Never thought I'd be so happy to feel pain in my life. You okay?" "No. There's something I have to tell you." "Ash."

Oh, gut me right now. Tim's using a shortening of her name (a trademark of his with his ladies) and she's taking his moment of coming out of surgery to make it about her.

Have you ever been through surgery? I've had both laparoscopic (which isn't what Tim ended up with) and life-saving-emergency surgery, in addition to others. And anesthesia doesn't work correctly on me, so coming out is always interesting.

The last thing you need when you're just coming out of surgery is someone making the moment all about them.

You need comfort. You need someone who will be there. You don't need cheap confessions about something you should have addressed before you started dating.

I've often said that communication is key to a relationship, and I mean it. These two aren't even speaking the same language, right now.

"Are, are you breaking up with me?" "I'm sorry." "I just got out of surgery." "I know."

Skank. Ass. Ho. Look, I wanted Ashley out of the way to make room for Chenford as much as anyone else, but Tim does not deserve this. Narratively compelling? I suppose. But, character-wise I'm breaking for Tim.

He has avoided the woman he's falling in love with because he thought this was where he needed to be. When you know someone isn't an option, you can't spend your life pining for them. You move on. You make a way. You build a life.

And now Tim realizes all that was wasted because Ashley never wanted to be with him in the first place. There was something about him she liked, and she tried to mold him into the ideal partner. But that wasn't Tim.

"I still love you."

No. No you don't. You never did. Because loving Tim Bradford is loving all the parts of him, and not trying to shape him into a smooth circle without resistance when he was born a star. Sharp edges, sure, but straight lines and a true shine that's been dimmed too much by life's cruelty.

No, you aren't the one for him, you cavernous moon, leeching your light off of others.

The one who will truly love Tim Bradford shines like a brilliant sun and as he will bask in her light, she will reinvigorate his. That is the woman he deserves.

"If there was any chance you were going to retire."

REALLY!? You just told him you were breaking up with him, and now you're going to try to dangle a carrot to bring him back? Bitch, please.

Tim's done with your Whole 30 lean life and he's ready for some breadsticks, rolls, and croissants with someone who truly understands him.

Now, get the hell out.

"Oh, uh, how was Tim's laparoscopic?" "Yeah, umm... He ended up needing emergency spinal surgery."

Absolutely no one should be surprised that Lucy rushed to Tim's side. She's off-duty, and gets to spend her time however she wants. And she wants to be with Tim.

"Hi." "Hey."

It can barely be heard, and it isn't even subtitled, but they have an almost breathless acknowledgement of one another as she walks in—wearing the damn ring.

Look, y'all have put me on ring watch like woah, and I love that when Lucy arrives very much in Worried Wife mode, she is wearing that ring.

"Are you okay? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Lucy is so worried about him, and she's asking the right first question. The second one isn't because she wants to be selfish... it's because she feels terrible for not being there sooner, not checking on him sooner, not being aware of what he needed when he needed it.

"I'm good. I'm good. Doctor said I'm going to make a full recovery. And I told everyone to keep you in the dark." "Why?" "I didn't want you to worry."

Oh, Tim Bradford. I know you're still a little loopy from the anesthesia, but I love how earnestly you just said that. The Velvet Voice is in full effect on that line, too. Tim didn't want his wife to worry.

"So, just to be clear, you thought you might be paralyzed, but you were worried about me?"

That is exactly what he is saying. Because there is no one in his life who matters more, and some part of him knows it's the same for you, even if he's too afraid to believe it.

Tim will believe the opposite until she point-blank tells him. He needs affirmation more than he'll ever admit. Because everyone leaves him. I mean, Lifeguard Leech just did it in a recovery room. Psychopath.

But that's not Lucy.

"You know what, slow your roll, Chen. Clearly, I mis-spoke. I was worried about the station. I knew you'd be too concerned about me to take over Smitty." "Mmhmm."

Lucy knows the truth, here, even if she doesn't know all of it. Tim was worried about her. He wanted to watch out for her, to limit her distractions, to keep her from worrying and stressing out about him. He doesn't want to be a burden to her, especially now.

"Heard you saved the day, though" "Being Sergeant's not so hard. I don't know why you're always complaining." "Really? Just smooth sailing?" "No. It was awful. How do that many things go wrong in one day?" "And that wasn't even a particularly bad day."

The difference is stark. Tim woke to Ashley and a wave of her own fears, self-doubt, and manipulation staring him in the face.

Now, lovely Lucy stands beside him. She's jabbing him. She's making him smile. And he's complimenting her more openly than I can remember.

This is right.

"Where's Ashley?"

She was vaporized by the angry mob of Chenfordians hiding outside in the parking lot. May her ashes never re-form into a walking life-suck.

"Yeah, uh, I sent her home. She was exhausted."

They just broke up, and he was enjoying the last few moments. No need to bring up all that fresh heartache.

But, for Lucy, that's all she needs to take her rightful place by Tim's side. It's where she's wanted to be all day... and now that Ashley is gone, Lucy doesn't have to be the one to go.

And Tim didn't expect that. Remember, Tim is always expecting the worst, and he has convinced himself Lucy doesn't feel anything for him. He expects her to walk out and leave him, too.

But that's not Lucy.

"What are you doing?" "I'm keeping you company." "You don't have to do that."

Tim's voice drops back into its velvety register... because this is personal. This isn't a work associate checking on their supervisor. This is Lucy staying with Tim. She's already worked a full shift, and this is her off-time when she could be relaxing and doing whatever she wants.

And what she really wants is to finally be there for Tim.

"I know."

Watch the way Tim relaxes into that, a soft smile spreading across his lips, his eyes glittering at the sight of her. So much of what he loves about her can be summarized in this simple act of compassion, kindness, and love.

Lucy doesn't ask Tim to sacrifice anything to earn her love. She offers her own freely, even if at this point it can't be romantic. (Chris... you can exit stage left any time, now)

And fans go wild at the parallel to their first dance... to Tim being the one to say "I know" (again, in that Velvety Voice).

Tim has been hurt so badly today, both physically and emotionally. But in this moment, he's choosing to live in this moment and enjoy Lucy's company rather than lament what he lost or dedicate energy to focusing on his heartache. Lucy is the balm his soul so badly needs.

I also need to note with this episode, it's sensational to see Lucy shine separate from Tim. Not that she hasn't always been bad*ss, but now everyone knows it and is acknowledging it.

The officers stayed for her because they respect her, like Nyla said. Tim and Grey chose her because they knew she could handle it. And when Grey relieved her of her Watch Commander duties, he noted how everyone was complimenting her.

We needed this. We needed to see all the others at the station value her for who she is ahead of anything that may (or may not) happen with Tim. She needs her own reputation to stand on, and this helps solidify it, I think.

I considered if I should chunk out 6 & 7 within this one, but 6 is SO rich and 7 is SO thin that I think I'll pair those two, instead.

As always, thanks for reading! Having a lot of fun knocking these out and deep-diving a bit with Chenford!

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #The Rookie #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #Meta #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy

[daliyla]

Healing together (Nobleflower, muggle!Au, part 1/2)

(sorry if I do some mistakes, english is not my first language

Thanks to my beta @lujaninmydreams )

"one new plush unicorn"

"Two"

"One and an icecream"

"Two"

"One and you can invite Neville and Harry to a sleepover this weekend"

Little Draco seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Okay, but we'll watch the minion film Neville likes"

"We'll see if we can find it on netflix or disney+"

Draco nodded "okay. deal"

Narcissa sigh. Sometimes talking to her son was like doing business. No surprise that he was Reg's favorite cousin.

"Repeat the terms of the deal"

"I will not tell daddy that you and Alice kissed and you'll buy me an unicorn and an icecream and we'll invite Harry and Neville and we'll watch the minion movie"

"I thought you said no to the icecream"

Draco made puppy eyes. Such a business man. Regulus was definitely a bad influence.

"But muuuuum. I want an ice cream. "

Narcissa laughed.

"Okay, maybe next time you'll go to uncle Reggie and uncle James' house, if you'll be a good boy, I'll buy you an ice cream."

"Okay!"

"Deal?"

"Deal"

So they shook hands and the deal was made.

"Oh, honey..."

"Yes?"

"I wouldn't tell daddy about Harry neither."

"I can't tell him he's my friend?"

"Of course you can, I was talking about the engagement part."

"Oh. Why?"

"Uhm, well..."

Because he's a little bit homophobic

"Because he might be sad that he wasn't able to see it."

"Oh" Draco thought about it, then he nodded "Okay".

The "engagement" happened two weeks before. Narcissa will never forget the moment her six-years-old son ran to her after school and told her that he was engaged and that Harry would have been soon his bride.

Sirius, when they told him a few days later, laughed so hard he almost choked and said it was nice to see Draco was following Black's family tradition.

That day there was Mary to pick Harry up from school, so the two women had to explain to the two children (and Neville, who would have been the officiant) that no, they couldn't marry at the moment because they were too young but yes, if when they will be older they still would have want to marry they would have.

Still, after two weeks, Draco kept calling Harry his bride. Alice thought it was cute and... well, she was right, it was.

"Mum" asked Draco after a while.

"Yes, honey?"

"When will I hug daddy again?"

Narcissa sighs. That was a question her son asked a lot, and every time she wished she could give him another answer.

"In some years, honey"

"But why? Have I done something wrong? Daddy doesn't want me?"

"What? No no, darling, no. See, daddy did some bad stuff, we've talked about it, do you remember?"

"Yes... You said that people sometimes do bad stuff but that doesn't mean they're bad people"

"Exactly. Daddy did some mistakes, and now he's paying for it in jail. In some years he'll be out and you'll be able to hug him as much as you want"

"Okay"

Narcissa smiled at him. "Now, why don't we decide what you'll wear? You want to be beautiful for daddy, mh?"

"I want the green T-shirt! The one with the dragon!"

"Of course, dear"

"Oh my, you're so big now!"

Draco looked smug. "I'm four inches taller!"

"You'll be taller than me in a few days if you keep growing this way" replied Lucius, smiling.

Narcissa, sitting with Draco on her lap, forced a smile on her face.

"Are you taking care of your mother, Draco?"

"Of course! She would be lost without me"

"And how is the new school?"

"I like it. I don't have to wear the uniform anymore and the teachers are very kind"

"Do you have any new friends?"

"Yes! There are Harry and Neville! And Harry is friend with Ron, but I don't like Ron very much, I think he's a little bit an idiot"

"Harry? The son of James and Lily? That Harry?"

"And Regulus and Mary" added Draco.

"What?"

"He has four parents, daddy. Two mummys and two daddys"

"Oh. Yeah, sure"

"And the teachers are planning to bring us to a farm in may! It'll be so cool! I want to see a unicorn! Sirius says that they don't exist, but Sirius is stupid and I don't listen to him"

"Oh, so you see him?"

"Mh, yeah, sure. He's Harry's godfather and sometimes he picks him up from school. He has babysat me sometimes. "

"And this Neville? How is him?"

"Oh, he's kind and quiet. I think that without him Harry and I would argue waaaay more"

Lucius laughed "really? You two argue a lot?"

"Yes! Because he's so stupid sometimes. He thinks lions are better than snakes and that red is better than green and that chocolate ice cream is better than the strawberry one"

"Well, yes, that's pretty stupid"

Draco nodded.

"Daddy, I've learned how to write! So I'll write you letters and you can write me. I also know how to read, you know"

"Really? You're so smart"

"Thank you! Harry has some problems with it. Uncle Reggie said that he's dy- dysle-"

"Dyslexic" said Narcissa. Draco nodded.

"Yes, that, like uncles James"

"That's unfortunate"

"Nah, uncle Reggie says that Harry will learn, just with a little bit more effort. But I'm not, so I can write and read"

"Draco, dear" said Narcissa "why don't you go with Marlene to the vending machine to buy you some snacks?"

Marlene, a prison guard who James was friend with, heard her name and came to take Draco.

"They have M&M" Marlene added, smiling to the little boy.

Draco's face brightened. "Yes! Can I buy them, mum? Pleeeeease"

"Sure. There, take the money" she gave him some coins and, after Marlene was gone, she turned to Lucius.

"Have you signed the divorce papers?"

Lucius sighs.

"Are you sure you want to do it, Cissa?"

"Yes I am. Have you signed it?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I have"

"Don't do that face. You know exactly why I'm doing it"

"Because I'm in jail"

"No. Because you used our son's money to try to pay your debts without telling me anything. Those money were supposed to be for his college"

"I'll repay"

"That's not the point. The point is that you lied to me and you put our son's future in danger. If you think I can forgive you for this, you're wrong"

"I told you I'm sorry"

"I don't care"

Draco came back, with a pack of M&M's and a pack of chips in his tiny hands. He gave the chips to her.

"Your favorite" he said, and Narcissa kissed his cheeks and thanked him, then she thanked Marlene. Draco didn't try to buy something for his dad. He already learned that he can't give him anything there.

When they came back home, Regulus was there. The moment Draco saw him, he dropped his mother hand and ran into his uncle's arms. Yeah, Regulus was actually his cousin, but Draco called him uncle and no one ever corrected him. Funnily enough, he never called Sirius "uncle" and he refused to acknowledge the fact that Sirius and Regulus are brothers.

"Uncle Reggie!" he screamed "is Harry here?"

"No, darling, he is with his mothers this afternoon. I'm here for you"

"Yes!"

"I bought you a surprise" Regulus said, smiling. "It's on your bed. Go to see it"

In a second, Draco was running upstairs.

"Don't run!" Narcissa scolded him, knowing it was useless. She sighs "I didn't give you the keys to my house to spoil my kid"

"In fact, I'm here for you. How was it with Lucius?"

"As usual. Draco talked a lot, Lucius listened and talked to him and I was mostly silent"

"Have he signed the papers?"

"Yeah"

"And Draco knows it?"

"Yeah. He seems to have taking it well"

"Congratulations then. You're a free woman now"

"Yey" Narcissa replied, with zero enthusiasm.

"So" Regulus continued "you can legally be with Alice"

Narcissa rolled her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Oh yes you do. Harry told me that Neville told him that he and Draco saw you two kissing"

"That was... a mistake. "

"Cissa, I'll be honest with you, 'cause I love you and you know it" Regulus took her hand "you need to fuck"

"That's- that's not your fucking business"

"Yes it is. Sirius is also worried. He even offered to babysat Draco for a night"

Narcissa tsks "it's not that bad"

"Oh yes it is"

Sirius loved Draco, even if he would've never admitted it. But he babysat him a few times and... Yeah, well, it was not a good idea. They were both too stubborn and too different to work together.

"Sex is not that important"

"I know, but you want to do it, and Alice wants to do it, so go to a fucking date with her and fuck her as if it were your last chance"

"Alice is a widow, she still loves Frank and you know it"

"I... Well, yes, okay. But Frank died years ago and now she's ready to move on"

"How can you know it?"

"'Cause she told me so"

"She... What?"

Regulus smiled "I might have talked to her before coming here"

"You piece of..."

Draco came down the stairs in that moment and he gasped.

"Mum! Was you about to say a bad word?!"

"Of course not, honey. I was saying that uncle Reggie is a piece of... cake for buying you a gift. What has he given you?"

Draco showed her a green pajamas with dragons printed on it.

"Wow, that's amazing, honey"

"And" added Regulus, the bastard "I was thinking that maybe tonight you could wear it at a sleepover at my house, with Harry and Neville. Alice already said yes"

You little piece of shit though Narcissa.

"Yes! Mum, mum, mum, can I go? Pleaaaaaaase! Please! I'll be good. I'll do all my homeworks and tidy my room, I swear. Can I go? Can I? You promised me I would have done a sleepover with Harry and Neville! Can I? Please!"

Narcissa sigh and forced a smile "sure, darling"

"Yes!" he hugged her "thank you thank you thank you!"

"Now go to pack your bag, mh?" suggested Regulus, the traitor.

"Sure!" and the child ran again upstairs.

"I told you not to..." Narcissa rolled her eyes "I don't know why I keep bother".

"Alice will come to pick you up at seven"

"I hate you"

"You'll thank me. Wear the dress you wore at my birthday, green is definitely your color"

"I hate you so much"

"Sure, keep telling you that" Regulus started to go upstairs, probably to help Draco "oh, and don't do it on the couch. I sit there"

"I'll do it there just to bother you"

"Your son sits there"

"He'll never know it"

"I'll throw flowers at your future lesbian wedding"

"Fuck off"

#marauders #narcissa black #alice fortescue #nobleflower #james potter #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #wolfstar #jegulus #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marylily #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #neville longbottom #frank longbottom #jegulus and marylily coparenting harry #muggle au #gay gay and other gay #they're all queers #i don't know what else i should write

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Dreams Come True- JJ FF🌷

Part 3: Encountering Feelings Again?

Paired: You x JayJay

Genre: fluff, comedy

Warning: real life issues, sex (jokes),16+

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

Ringggggg

The bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the door to go to the cafeteria. Everyone's favorite subject. You walk out of the classroom with a running Jay following behind you. "Uh...hi!" He waved at you. You couldn't help but laugh a little because of his cuteness. You coughed on purpose to stop smiling. "Hi...." You said quietly. "So.....can James and I sit with you?...." He asked, his big eyes seeming to study your face. You glanced at him and quickly look away as you got shy. The way he looked at you was as if he was admiring your beauty and that made you nervous.

"Sure.....I have no friends either way so...you two can sit with me....". You said not looking at him. Jay look at you in shock. "How can a pretty girl like you not have friends?". You looked at him with a "are you seriously flirting with me!" Look.

"Yeah....that's how it is......the girls in here are really mean....I can't get along with them...same with the boys.....". You said while smiling sadly. Jay rest a hand on your shoulder and clutched it slightly. " can I be your friend?...". Jay tips his head to the left to see your face more. You stopped walking and so did him. You look at him. Your eyes suddenly looking at his forehead, his brown honey like eyes, his boopy nose, and lastly his small pink lips. You gulped a ball of saliva down your throat. You nodded your head. "Sure...." You whispered. The two of you stare at each other like dumb love birds.

James pop out of no where and wrapped an arm around his neck, making you two flinched and look away from each other. "Hey man! JayJay! Let me introduce you to Woochan and Jihoon! They're one of the most popular and riches kids in the school and they're my friends! They're really cool, funny, and can sing and dance just like you! I'm sure you will get a long with them!" James said pulling Jay away from you. "Oh hi Y/n!" James quickly said.

W-wait?! James friends with Jihoon and....

Jay is going to meet him?.....shit..... You thought as you felt your heart race because you were feeling afraid.....afraid of what?

You watched them leave. You shook your head to clear off your mind.

After you grabbed your trade of food you sat in the usual table you sat last year. Once you sit there, you pull out your phone, put on your AirPods and watch your Netflix show while eating your food. After a while enjoying your alone time that was only five minutes you felt the rectangle table shake aggressively. You look up to see five boys sitting in the other side in front of you staring at you. Their trades of food in the table. Oh right Jihoon was there.....how awkward for you and how much more Eunha will hate you after seeing him near you! Not that you care but you couldn't help to think about it.

Not only did you felt awkward because of Jihoon but you also felt shy and a little uncomfortable that 4 or maybe 5 (if Jay starts hanging out with them) of the popular boys in the school are sitting with you with their pretty smiles; Sangwon who's in third year of high school, is a trainee in one of the most important and popular company called BigHit. Then there's Woochan, James, and Jihoon who are following the same steps like Sangwon.

Will JayJay do the same thing?

"Hey!". JayJay waved. You simply smiled. "Okay boys, today we have to bring JJ to the company, once our boss sees his dance moves mad his singing ability, im sure he'll want him!". Woochan said looking at everyone while speaking. "JJ, you'll be able to come right? Do you need permission from your mom?". Sangwon asked him. "I'll tell her, I'm sure she'll let me go". Jay said with confidence. "Let's go!". James and Woochan said at the same time.

You smiled and look down at your phone. However you notice how your ex boyfriend Jihoon did glanced at you not only once but....5 times. You ignore it although you hate to admitted to yourself, you still have some sort of a good feeling towards him....if only it wasn't for Eunha.

You look up and your eyes met his eyes. Jihoon's.

Your heart felt tight inside you. You look down again looking so awkward. Meanwhile Jihoon secretly smirked as he found that action of yours cute.

Wow YN just wow! Now he might think you feel nervous around him....and probably thinks that you still like him.....which is true but....you promised yourself that you will move on from him so don't let your romantic feelings take over you! Stupid YN! Stupid!

The girls were going crazy over the group of five boys walking in the middle of the hallway looking like super models. As if they were some K-pop group visiting their school. That's how crazy they were fan- girling over them. You saw that and yes you understood why they were going crazy, the five boys are very very handsome, but you weren't going to go bonkers for them like they are.

You saw how Jay and Jihoon looked at you with a sweet smile. The boy you still have a little bit of feelings for and the new boy you recently crush on had their attention on you. Only you.

Wait.

Do I like both Jihoon and JayJay?....no no Jay is my crush and Jihoon....I'll get over him! Yes yes! It's matter of time!

You get back on track and look away from them but you got startled when Jay suddenly went in front of you making you hit his chest mat with your books in arms. "Oh sorry!". You said with wide eyes. "Ah it's fine,". He grinned. " do you have plans for tonight?.....". He asked. Your heart skipped millions heartbeats as you felt your breathing stoping.

Why is he asking me that?? What is the meaning of this-

" hey, after school, do you want to do the homework with me?....". He asked still smiling sweetly. That angelic smile can convince anyone for anything.

"B-but you have to go to the BigHit company right?....". You asked, stuttering. Why did I stutter!!!!

" yeah after school they will take me there then I'll be back home.....so?". He raised both of his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

Should I? Should I not? But I just met him! He is still stranger, what should I do...

" Yes! Yes I'll go! I'm bad in maths!". You smiled widely almost looking like a creep. Jay laughed and clapped his hands together. "Same! I'm bad in maths too! Wow....we reeeally have a lot in common!....well....let's see each other after school....here is my number so you can call me or text me.....oh! Added in your contacts". He said as he wink at you and walk away.

You watch him walk away, everything around you went to sʟᴏᴏᴏᴏᴡ motion like in the movies when the main character sees her handsome 6 feet tall crush pass by, however your crush is not that tall but he is freaking cute.

You look at the girls beside you, they had jealous looks on you. "That ugly doesn't deserve his attention....". You heard one of the idiots whispered to the other girl.

" ha! Y'all didn't risk your life to save his cute little ass from getting his by a 2022 Hyundai Santa Fe car! So I DO deserve his attention...!". Once you released your anger to them you felt good.

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

"Mom! Is food ready?". You yelled once you enter your house. "No Y/n, I've been busy so I don't  have time to cook but.....here order pizza". She said pointing at the pizza advertisement on the table. You rolled your eyes shaking your head in disbelief. "Okay....". You sighed.

You laid in your bed with a plate of pizzas by your side.

You watch Netflix and at the same time you use your phone. You were adding Jay's number in your contacts. What if I bring pizza for him?....does he even like pizza?

You bit the inside of your cheek.

You text him. "Hey😃"

God! Why did I send that emoji! It looks cringe!

Even if you delete the message, it already send and he'll still see it. A few seconds pass and he read your message. You felt your insides acting up.

JayJay : Hey! In one hour let's meet in the small park

.....(typing)

You know which one right? 😅

You: Yeah I know 😂 we'll meet there!

JayJay: Okay! See you there!

You put the phone against your chest and look up at your ceiling in awe. Dear Glorious God, I'm really happy.....

Your happiness was interrupted when strange sounds were coming from your Netflix show.

It was a sex scene.

"What the duck!!". You screamed as you immediately turn off the T.V. " ahh....sudden sex scenes are one of my phobias....". You mumbled to yourself clutching onto your heart.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!!

#trainee a imagines #trainee a jj #trainee a sangwon #trainee a leo #trainee a woochan #trainee a james #trainee a jihoon #traineea #trainee a #trainee a yorch #yorch yongsin #lee leo #lee sangwon #jo woochan #zhao yufan #takagi justin jay #justin jay #han jihoon #jayjay imagine #jayjay fanfiction #jj imagine #jj ff #jayjay ff #kpop #hybe labels #kpop imagines #bighit #trainee a scenario #jayjay scenario #kpop fluff

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Part 13: Just a Girl (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's / Kirby's P.O.V:

Damian...

Damien...

The King of Hell...

Oh fuck, oh no, run... Can we run? No, we have to run. HAVE TO RUN!

Kirby's brain finally connects with her feet, rushing towards the balcony door and whispering a prayer under her breath.

Too late.

Damian grabs her from behind, she manages to kick him in the groin and runs.

"Fuck, shit! That little bitch! Urbano, Quirino, don't just stand there, get her!" Damien barks his orders, the big dog barking at his mindless hounds, "Natividad, you come with me. If she's still in Jacksonville by the end of tonight, we will find her."

Kirby's heart pounds inside her chest, her brain a mess of signals, as she runs for her life. Without thinking she jumps from the balcony, rolling when she hits the ground, and continues running.

Gotta call Eddie, got to warn him.

Kirby finds an alleyway and hides behind a dumpster. She takes her phone from her back pocket, checking if it still works before using it to call Eddie, praying that Eddie's still safe.

Pick up... pick up... PICK UP!

"Hey Swe-" Eddie answers in his usual tone, the sound of Penta and Blade talking audible in the background.

"Edward, shut the fuck up and listen."

"Woah, woah, Kirby, what's wrong?"

"You can't go back to the hotel, Damien's looking for me. If he sees you, he'll attack, you gotta run, Eddie. You have to run."

"Babe, what happened?"

"Damien found the hotel room. I'm safe, for now, I ran. He'll be looking for both of us, and he is pissed. He's got his fucking 'Hounds' with him, if he or they find you, fight. Do not let them take you quietly, I made that mistake once and it almost got me killed."

"Hounds? Like that dude from Eli's stream?"

"Exactly, that Hound is Mac, Billie's younger brother. The other hounds are Billie's other siblings, Zac, Judi, Nat, Rino, Ros and Bano. You'll know them when you see them, 'cause they'll try to kill you if they see you."

"Hey Mami, you remember me?" A voice echoes down the alley.

Shit! Fuck! That voice, no... no, it can't be, that's how he fuckin' found me!

Kirby hangs up the phone and slowly stands up, "Mac, Macario, this doesn't have to be this way."

"You kicked me in the nuts, all I wanted was a lil somethin'-somethin' mami." He chuckles, making his voice sound deeper and more demonic.

"You told Damien how to find me, Mac! It didn't have to be this way!" She hollers, hoping to reach his humanity.

"You were supposed to be Gluttony, an unstoppable force of consumption, and now look at you, a mere mortal."

"I never wanted to be Gluttony, Mac, and I know that you wanted to be one of his hounds."

"What have you become?" Macario asks, glaring at Kirby as he gets closer.

Kirby goes silent, taking a deep breath and once again kneeing Mac in the nuts, shoving him to the ground and running. She doesn't look where she's going for a moment, crashing into someone and ending up on the floor, swearing when she feels the searing pain in her leg and realising what just happened.

Rosaura and her knife 'Sasha', and now we're injured. Fucking excellent!

"May God forgive you, Ros, but I gotta go." Kirby whispers as she gets back up and jogs off.

Kirby slows down slightly, blood running down her leg from a stab wound, she slowly starts getting unsteady. She rips the sleeve off her dress shirt, using it to put pressure on the cut. She leans against a wall to catch her breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

"You look pretty winded, Señora [Lady], could I offer you some assistance?"

Kirby looks up, long black hair, tattoos on the hips, a wedding band on the outstretched hand, a blue lipstick tattooed on the woman's opposite arm, in line with her rather large breasts, dark blue lips, brown eyes... FUCK! Judith, yet another Hound.

"Hey Judi," Kirby chuckles softly, "You come here often?"

Judith steps back, a look of confusion on her face, enough space for Kirby to stand up and punch Judith in the face, possibly breaking her nose, Kirby starts walking away before running when Judith tries to grab her ankle.

"Come back here you bitch!" Judith screeches.

"I think not, mi amiga [my friend]."

Kirby eventually reaches the café, scanning the faces inside before someone grabs her and spins her around, she instinctively goes for a punch. The person grabs her fist, pulling Kirby into a gentle kiss.

"I got ya," Eddie whispers, "you're safe now."

Kirby lets out a deep sigh of relief, her shoulders lowering as she relaxes.

"If Damien, or anyone he controls, tries to split us up they'll have a war on their hands."

"We may want to go to a hospital." Kirby whispers.

"What's wrong, Ma?"

"I got stabbed in the leg."

"You got stabbed in the leg?!" Eddie's eyes go wide, "And you didn't think to tell me?!"

"It was an accident."

"How the fuck do ya get stabbed by accident?"

"Ran into someone holding a knife." She shrugs.

Eddie shakes his head and chuckles softly, "ran into someone holdin' a knife. C'mon, I'll take you to hospital."

Eddie gets blade to drive them to the nearest hospital. Kirby gets the, admittedly small, injury patched up and gets released within the hour. Eddie and Kirby drive past the hotel, making sure the coast is clear, grabbing their stuff and leaving.

They regroup with 'Eddie's Friends' outside of Jacksonville.

Penta, Rey, Butcher, Blade, Allie, Kirby and Eddie.

In a bar, in Altamonte, Orlando, Florida.

Eddie's hand brushes Kirby's when he walks past her to the bar. She mentally thanks the fact she's wearing a mask, hiding the smile the small gesture created. He got us into this mess, but fuck it, I wouldn't have it any other way.

When Eddie returns to the table with a pint of Guinness for Kirby and a Jack-and-coke for himself, he sits beside her and smiles, the softest smile Kirby's ever seen from him for only a moment. He quickly goes back to his usual, straight-faced, expression before anyone else can notice.

After about an hour of trying, and failing miserably, to come up with a plan, the group goes their separate ways. Kirby and Eddie are left in the bar together, Eddie separated from Kirby in the bathroom, when Billie walks into the bar alone.

"Is everything a joke to you?" She whispers in Kirby's ear, her voice smoky and seductive.

"Billie, you know damn well I wasn't planning on anything happening. Especially not between me and him." Kirby sighs softly.

"Then why can't you just let him go?" Billie hisses, softly touching Kirby's shoulders.

"I get it, Billie, it's all my fault, I didn't listen when you said not to fall in love, I was warned and yet I still did it, alright. I should have stuck with your plan and let him lust after me, 'cause you're so fuckin' great."

"But you didn't and now the King is angry. Tell me, Kirby, why do you have such a struggle obeying his orders?"

"Obeying orders, from a man who proclaimed himself King, without a proper claim over any throne?" She scoffs, "God, you're un-fucking-believable."

"You don't even know the greater plans his majesty had, I was supposed to take Kingston, you've fucked with the wrong minds in the wrong ways."

"Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth, 'his majesty', you know deep down Damien is no rightful King of fuckin' anything."

"You can still return to his side, ya know, you can still be a part of his court." Billie purrs in Kirby's ear.

"I refuse to be brainwashed ever again. Bienvenida, you should know how bad conforming to his will is, it took you away from your children." Kirby growls as she gets up, paying for her and Kingston's drinks before leaving.

It takes about five minutes for Eddie to join her in the car.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asks, keeping his distance when Kirby punches the dashboard repeatedly.

She watches as Billie leaves, getting out of the car and pacing back and forth, "I'm gonna fuckin' KILL HIM!" She screams in rage, punching a dent into the side of the car, which makes her knuckles bleed.

Eddie rushes to her, checking her hand for any broken bones, pulling Kirby into a nearly spine-crushing hug. He stops her raging further by holding her still, Her arms pinned to her sides, she looks down at Eddie's face and his cheeks go red, confirming her suspicions that it isn't Eddie's phone poking into her groin.

"Edward?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, Kirby?"

"Did I... how do I say this?" She pauses for a moment, "Did my fury, did it... did that, have an impact on your loins?"

"Uhh... What?" Eddie pulls away, staying by her side.

"Did me punching the car and screaming, 'get your motor running', so to speak?"

"I was kinda hopin' ya wouldn't notice that..." He chuckles, a hint of nervous energy in his voice.

"You find my anger... sexy?"

"You said you were gonna kill him, I assume you mean Damien... my mind thought of you covered in blood, then I started thinkin' of you... naked and covered in blood."

"You want to see me covered in blood, Papi?" She teases.

"Fuck me." Eddie purrs, adjusting the crotch of his jeans.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Mr Kingston?" Kirby smirks as she climbs back in the car.

Eddie practically sprints to the driver's seat, taking them to a dark parking lot, he takes as little time as possible, ripping Kirby's clothes off, pinning her to the backseat. He kisses her deeply, pulling away, ever so slightly, to whisper what's he's going to do to her, his lips touching hers as he details his plans for her body.

"You know what I'm gonna do to you, sweetheart?" Eddie growls against Kirby's lips.

"Tell me." She purrs, a blissful smile on her face.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, there's no way you're walkin' tomorrow," He takes his cap and shirt off, "I'm gonna pound into you until ya seein' stars," off comes his belt and timbs, "I'm gonna make you choke on my cock and I know you'll enjoy it," He grins devilishly as he removes his rosaries, "I'm gonna hammer into that pretty little pussy of yours, until I'm sure ya pregnant," Eddie slowly removes his jeans, leaving just his white tank-top and boxers, "after I've done all that, I'm gonna pound into you from behind, I might even make that sexy ass of yours familiar with my dick... I won't fuck you in there, just make us both very aware of how it feels when I'm inside ya ass."

Eddie does exactly as he says, fucking Kirby so hard, in so many positions, that she's sore all over, he finishes by curling up behind her, his dick in her ass, sleeping peacefully within reach of his fiancée. The couple are covered by a blanket as they sleep in the back of the car.

"Mornin' my beautiful Celtic princess." Eddie whispers when she wakes up.

Kirby checks her phone '08:15 Thursday, 4th September', Eddie smiles when she looks at him, the smile drops from his face when Kirby just whines 'oww' as her body aches from the night before.

She freshens up in a public bathroom, as does Eddie, and she returns to the car first.

"You wanna talk about last night?" Kirby asks Eddie when he returns.

"Yeah, Damien's huntin' you now?" He murmurs, scratching his beard.

"That's not the part of last night I was gonna talk about..."

"Oh... What do you wanna talk about?"

"When we were at the bar, and you were in the bathroom... Billie came up behind me..."

"What happened, Ma, you can tell me." Eddie puts his hand on her thigh to comfort her.

#eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston x oc #aew fanfiction #aew oc #aew fic #wrestling fic #wrestling oc #D.U.D.E #Daughters Under Darkness Elite #Kirby Gluttony Lucifarian #Kirby Rhydderch #The King Of Hell Damien Lucifarian #Damian Lum #Vi Pride Lucifarian #Viola Nye #Billie Lust Lucifarian #Bienvenida Marino #Geia Greed Lucifarian #Pelageya Winter #Honey Sloth Lucifarian #Honey Di Napoli #Eli Envy Lucifarian #Elinor Herbert #Sara Wrath Lucifarian #Saraid Grady-Sullivan #Eddie Kingston x Kirby Lucifarian #Eddie Moore x Kirby Rhydderch #wrestling fanfiction

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The Last of Us - Broken together 15

Master list

I'm so sorry this story is going to get super sad now. I will be writing it heading toward part two of the games.

Interaction is key, let me know what you think.

The ranch house was big, you spent time trying to decorate it as best you could. Scrubbing the rugs until they looked somewhat new. At the windows you hung threadbare curtains at each window and you'd pasted old posters to the walls and made it as honey as you could. The front door opened and Joel grunted through with his brother carrying a long three seater sofa with them. He groaned and stretched his back once it was in place. Ellie trotted in behind them holding a pile of throw blankets.

"Maria said you wanted these." She announced, dropping them on the sofa. You chuckled, causing Joel to look at you. His eyes had grown soft as he looked at you, it seemed strange that he frowned. The lungs in your chest tightened and you gasped for air, your knees buckling below you.

Joel's arms wrapped around you before you hit the floor and he whipped you into the sofa. He knelt beside you.

"Tommy, go get the doctor!" He growled.

"No, no." You touched his arm, though there was no grip in it. "I'm okay. I just need to rest for a while." You insisted. The annoyance and concern were written all over his face. Tommy was hanging around the doorframe.

"well you can take a few days off." Joel said, it wasn't a suggestion and you knew it. "Ellie get some water." The teen ran to the kitchen.

"seriously Joel I'm fine, probably just a little dehydrated." You say trying to sit up." He pushed you back down.

"either way you're staying right here sweetheart. We'll do the rest for today." He pulled one of the throw blankets over and Ellie put the water on the coffee table. Reluctantly you did as you were told. It didn't take long for you to start enjoying it. Watching the two Miller men carry heavy furniture into the room. The last being a large wooden framed bed and mattress. The frame looked new, so you were sure Joel and Tommy must have made it. After Ellie had gone to bed Joel came to sit beside you.

"How you fellin' sweetheart?" He asked.

"I'm good, Ellie filled my glass every time I finished one." You tried to laugh.

"well what would you like to do?" He grinned at you.

"honestly, I just go to bed." You say.

"okay." Joel stood pulling you and throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. He climbed the stars to your new bedroom. He had put sheets on the mattress and they smelled wonderful. The pillows were filled with feathers and felt soft on your head. Joel laid you down and after taking off his boots and clothing he slid in beside you. His body was warm against you lulling you into sleepiness.

"Hey, if you still feel bad tomorrow will you go see the Doc" Joel asked. You nod and close your eyes.

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"I'm fine Joel." You shout from the kitchen.

"you collapsed again! You aren't fine! You need to see the doctor!" He shouted back, stomping toward you from the living room. Ellie sat on the stairs, her knees tucked up to her chest.

"Joel."

"No, you're not well and I can't just let you be sick."

"I'm not sick!" You sigh exhausted from the conversation. It was two weeks since your first collapse and though you'd tried to hide it your body was becoming weak.

"Please?" The words coming from him hit something inside you. Closing your eyes you turned to him.

"okay, I'll go but he'll just tell me to relax and we can't do that, the sheep-"

"the sheep will be fine. Me and Ellie can deal with the. If he tells you to rest you're going to the bed and you're stayin' in it. You understand me?" He demanded.

"Joel Miller, who gave you the right to care about me?" You grinned.

"It wasn't a choice I had a hand in." He finally smiled at you. "I'll go see when he has time to see ya." He kissed the side of your head, grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "Come on Ellie, time for school." He called over his shoulder. The teen followed him out and you sunk into the dining table chair.

Your head pounded and you felt nauseous, you tried to hide it from Joel as best you could yet somehow he always knew. In your mind you knew you needed to see the doctor but the longer you put it off the longer you could pretend. Some people in this apocalypse forget the sickness and diseases from the old world were still hanging around. In all honesty you were scared of what might come.

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Tests, blood tests and urine tests, any tests the doctor could think of with no results. You were getting no better. Joel hated it, hated seeing you get so tired, hated how thin your frame had become in the last few weeks.

"y/n, the Soc came by, he um-" you hold up a hand to him as you come up the steps to the porch.

"Joel, I don't want to know. Whatever it is, I'll take the drugs, I'll do what he says but I don't want to know. I just want to live my life. Be with you." You held back the tears. Joel's eyes glazed with his own.

"Sure. If that's what you want." He slipped the bottle of pills into his pocket. "You hungry?" He asked.

"yeah, I could eat." You half smile and take his hand.

Ellie was out at a friend's house so it was just the two of you at the table. You could tell.Jiel had something to tell you. His eyes would flick to you every few seconds, he would breath in to begin then stop himself.

"What is it?" You ask eventually.

"hm-mm," he cleared his throat, "Tommy needs me to go on a run. Just to the university, shouldn't be more than a couple of days." He searched your eyes.

"Sure. I'll be okay here, Ellie?" You ask.

"Staying here."

"I don't need looking after." You grumble.

"Yeah you do, and so does she. I need you both here safe so I can concentrate." He forced a laugh.

"when are you going?" You ask, feeling suddenly like you were about to lose him.

"in the morning." He replies. Not long after and once Ellie was home and in bed, he walks with you hand in hand to the bedroom. You climb in sleep takes you instantly.

Joel waited a beat then crossed the room to Ellie, she was under her covers reading comic books.

"hey kiddo." He said sitting on the edge of her bed. Ellie peeked out of her covers and looked up at him.

"How long are you going?" She asked quietly.

"just a few days. Here." He passed the bottle of pills to her. "She needs these three times a day, with water."

Ellie nods turning the bottle in her hand.

"Joel? Is y/n going to get better?" She asked, in a whisper. Joel reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"I hope so baby girl, I hope so." They stayed there in that embrace for a few minutes before Ellie pulled back sniffing.

"You be careful out there okay?"

#ellie williams #joel and reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou series #joel tlou #tommy miller #maria miller

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

The past week, Daemon has been distant.

Now I know how agonizing it was for him when I ignored his texts the whole week after our first kiss.

He hardly texts.

We haven't seen each other for a few days.

I can't help but worry that I've done something wrong or that he's tired of me.

I hadn't realized how dependent on him I've come to be.

I can't sleep if he doesn't reply to my message.

My nails are bitten down again, sore and they sting whenever I use my hands.

I'm so attached to him that I've just been miserable not being able to see him.

Something is definitely up with him but Lylah advises me not to be clingy so I try not to bother him.

Anyway, I can't dwell on that right now.

Because I find myself standing in front of the pack-house, doing the breathing exercises my psychiatrist recommended for me to do when I'm really anxious.

The source of my anxiety?

Wren.

Today I'm going to talk to him.

Lylah told me to take a hands-on approach because if I ask to talk over text he'll just ignore it.

I just really hope this can make our group be back together.

Looking back, when we all first met and hung out are some of my best memories.

I can't let all that go down the drain over Jay.

So taking one last breath, I head in.

I get a little lost on the way but this really nice Alpha directs me to the location I tell him.

I reach the staircase that leads to Wren's dwelling, knocking on his door.

A woman with shiny dark hair just like his opens it.

"Oh my," she exclaims when she sees me.

"H-Hi?"

"Ash. You've finally come to visit."

She opens the door for me with a big smile.

"Call me Gabriela. I'm Wren's mom. I know you from your hair. Wren was telling me about this boy with white hair from his school and Oh I've been so excited to meet his new friend."

I'm overwhelmed by her exuberant personality but pleasantly so.

I take it she doesn't know we've fought.

"N-nice to meet you."

"Don't be shy. Friends are like family in this house."

She envelops me in a hug and it catches me off guard but it's really nice.

It makes me feel like I have a mother and I hug her back, probably a bit too enthusiastically but she doesn't seem to mind.

"Well, Wren is down talking to the neighbor about some leaking pipe problem we have but he'll be back soon."

She immediately pours me a bowl of crackers and chops up some fruit for me.

Wow. I know Wren's the one that supposedly wants to 'be me' but dang.

I feel so envious of him right now.

His mom is probably one of the loveliest, sweetest people I've ever met.

She's so friendly and warm, dressed in a pink floral dress and her hair pinned high in a bun.

She's put up dozens of pictures of Wren around the house at every stage of his life.

In many of the pictures, he's accompanied by his mother and the man that I know is his stepfather.

I've seen him pick Wren up a few times.

There are also photos with his biological father, a tall man who's making silly faces as Wren laughs in almost every photo they have together.

All of their smiles are so bright it makes my heart ache.

Of course, I'm happy for them but... could I have had that?

Could I have had a happy family like that if my father hadn't left the pack?

If no one had ever let my stepfather get his hands on me?

A wave of grief hits me when I think about what could've been.

What I would do for a family like Wren's.

"Honey? Why don't you bring these up to Wren's room?" Gabriela snaps me out of my sad daze, holding out a tray with the snacks on it.

"Oh," I say, taking the tray that she hands to me.

"Thank you so much," I smile at her.

"It's my pleasure, honey," she tells me.

I savor the warmth of her words.

I miss my own mother so badly right now.

I think she was kind of like Wren's mom.

At least before my stepfather broke her.

I do as she says and walk up the stairs, going slowly so as not to let anything tip off the tray.

I find a door marked with a cute sign marked with Wren's name and go in.

I quickly set the food down on his desk then sit in a chair that's in the corner of his room.

I feel kind of awkward being in his private space so I just sit there for a while, not looking at anything so I don't feel like a snoop.

I pull out my cell-phone, nervously swiping though I don't even click on any apps.

I decide maybe I'll go back downstairs to wait for him because it's been like ten minutes and he's not here yet.

I stand up, walking back to the door when something catches my eye.

It's a bulletin board nailed up on his wall.

There are tons of photos and stickers and little decorations pinned to it.

I smile at a pic of a younger Lylah and him hugging.

They're so cute and toothless.

But then I come across something that makes me stop in my tracks.

It's a photo, one that I remember taking.

It's a pic of Lylah, Wren and I that we took together before the football game when we were finally done getting ready.

We took like a hundred photos, retaking it and over, trying to get one where we all thought we looked good.

But the memory of the photo isn't what strikes me.

It's the fact that my face is violently scratched out, the paper's even ripped.

You wouldn't even be able to tell it's me if you didn't know the original photo.

And what's worse is that written over my scratched-out face is the word 'FAKE' printed in big bold red letters.

Anger floods through me like lava.

I clench my fists, just staring at the graffitied photo in vexed contemplation.

Look, I get that he might be frustrated with me.

Because I'm shit at reading social cues, which is why I didn't realize Jay liked me.

But fake? What did I ever do to deserve being called that?

Even if I've tried to hide stuff about my past, I've never been ingenuine to Wren about the things that matter.

Does he think I'm putting on an act?

That I would purposely try to be oblivious about Jay and ignore his feelings?

I didn't know. At all.

I know it sounds like a flimsy excuse.

But I'm terrible at dealing with things like that because it's literally my first time ever dealing with them.

I never had practice.

I never had friends before.

At my old pack, most of the time I was just trying to survive.

I was isolated, stuck in a world of torture that my stepfather kept me locked up in.

Trust me. I tried to leave before because I wanted the normal life that everyone else got to live.

It never worked.

He'd always find me and beat me close to death.

I can only thank luck for me being able to finally get away from him this time.

As much as I was determined to make up with Wren when I first came here, I can't do it anymore.

I don't have the will to make an effort with Wren anymore.

Not just to be slandered behind my back like this.

It makes me so mad.

I turn away from the board, storming out of the room.

I leave the house in a rush, pulling open the front door.

I feel bad for ditching like this, especially when his mom welcomed me so warmly.

But I can't face him right now.

So I quickly descend down the clanky metal steps, before either of them can catch me.

I spend the next half hour purposely getting lost in the maze of the pack-house, reeling over the photo.

Wren scratched me out of it.

He freaking scratched me out.

And now he's gonna know I was there because mom will tell him that I mysteriously disappeared after saying I was would wait for him to show up.

I just hate the situation.

Coming here was a bad idea.

I take a turn down another open hall, slowly dragging my feet.

I should probably just go home.

I look around, observing it's probably late afternoon by now.

I try to recall where I am, wondering how I get back to the main street from here.

I'm about to turn the corner when I hear two voices arguing.

More specifically, I recognize Daemon's voice.

They sound farther down so I take a chance and peek around the corner, spotting him and Tristan standing by the stairwell.

"Daemon, you know it's only because he cares."

"You think I wanna hear that shit?" Daemon snarls at Tristan, who doesn't appear phased.

He holds his ground.

"You're being irrational. Lucien just wants..."

"I don't care what he wants," Daemon cuts him off. "I hate when he pulls shit like this."

"Well he wouldn't have to 'pull shit' like this if you started acting right. We all know you and Theo are fighting over it again."

"Wanna know why that jackass has a black eye? 'Cause he ran his mouth. It wasn't about that."

Tristan's brow furrows in a frown.

"So you're saying it's not because he's blaming you again?"

"Again? He never stopped. But if Lucien thinks this little family trip is gonna make us all fucking forget everything he's retarded."

Tristan growls lowly.

"Hey. That's our Alpha you're talking about."

Daemon turns away from him, walking off.

"Go on your stupid trip with him. See if I care," he seethes. "I'm not going near the grave if Theo's gonna be there."

Tristan slumps in defeat but I don't have time to see any more than that because Daemon is walking right towards me.

Shoot.

If he finds me here he's going to know I was eavesdropping.

So I quickly skitter down the hall and go down a random flight of stairs.

Then I walk back up them again so it looks like that's where I was coming from.

Daemon spots me right away, looking a bit perturbed.

"Ash?" he questions. "What are you doing here?"

[lust4liyah]

i need u all to hear me out on this pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

not proofread! contains; chubby!fem! reader, unprotected sex, age gap like rlly big too, praise, rlly soft sex.

dad's bsf! miguel who always calls you kiddie names like 'little bug' and 'niñita' whenever you greet him at the door, only to be met with big pouts and crossed arms while you yell '''m not a kid anymore, miguel! 'm twenty one now!' he never takes you seriously despite this. just pats your head with a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

dad's bsf! miguel who insists on driving you home after your classes end. you tell him 'it's okay! i live on campus!' but no matter how much you try to convince him you were okay with walking, he ends up taking you any because 'little bugs like you can't walk out here alone', though a part of him knows that's an excuse.

dad's bsf! miguel who can't put a tie on correctly for the life of him. you always get irritated when you see his messy tie before he leaves with your dad for a night of partying. 'you're just like dad!' you tell him. you always tug him down by his tie, your cute chubby hands working on the tie while miguel looked down at you with a smile, ignoring your annoyed grumbles.

dad's bsf! miguel who always insists that your father should go easy on you when you two get into a small fight. 'she's still a baby girl, compa. be easy on her'. he says with kind eyes as he watches you sniffle in the hallway. 'she's twenty one with car payments due, miguel, my god'. despite your father's scolding, you know you can always count on mr. o'hara to comfort you.

dad's bsf! miguel who can't say no to you. his best friend tells him that you're older now, he doesn't need to approve everything you do. miguel tells his best friend that he knows and he'll do better, but he can't help it when you bat your eyelashes so prettily at him and ask him for things in your sweet, honey voice. 'please, mr. o'hara?'

dad's bsf! miguel who spoils you. and i mean spoils you. you want a new phone? you got it, just don't tell your dad. you need a ride to sneak out somewhere? okay, just don't tell your dad. you want that new bathing suit at the mall? sure, just show mister o'hara what it looks like first. that's not weird! he wants to make sure it's a material good enough for you.

dad's bsf! miguel who always scolds you when you wear revealing clothing. 'it's just not appropriate' he tells you as he gazes a bit too long at your tummy sticking out from the cropped long sleeve you were wearing. 'why do you care?' you roll your eyes. the words 'you're not my dad' fly out of your mouth as you shove him aside to leave with your friends. he always watches your hips sway as you walk out.

dad's bsf! miguel who comforts you after a big breakup. fat tears roll down your cheeks as you sobbed in miguel's chest, him holding you up on his lap with a sympathetic look in his eye. 'i loved him s'much!' you cried as you shifted in miguel's lap to hold onto him better. he winces, and you think it's because his leg fell asleep, but you couldn't be more wrong. miguel bumped his leg up 'n' down as he soothed you. 'he's stupid, doesn't know what he's missing out on, niñita'.

dad's bsf! miguel who spends days with you after the fact to make you feel better. he's around every day with the excuse of helping around the house to your father when in reality he sneaks away into your room comforting you and laughing at stupid movies while you were cuddled up against his chest.

dad's bsf! miguel who finds you dancing around on the streets drunk with your friends. you’re crying and laughing at the same time while your friends tried to calm you down, concerning miguel, so he decided to let the other poor girls go home while he dealt with you. he laid a warm, comforting hand on the chub of your thigh as you cried, not knowing how hot it made you feel.

dad's bsf! miguel who gets whiplash when you confess that you like him. like, like him. you're drunk and your words are slurred but he can still make out your shaky-voiced confession of 'always imagined you when he fucked me, mr. o'hara'. even though he felt the same, you were still his best friend's daughter, plus you were drunk. he takes you to his house and tucks you into his bed while he lies awake on his couch contemplating what the hell just happened.

dad's bsf! miguel who wakes up to you in one of his shirts, one he had left out for you the night before. you stood in front of his place on the couch, twiddling your fingers and muttering a small, slightly teary-eyed apology.

dad's bsf! miguel who consoles you with an embrace as you embarrassingly admit everything you said was true. he tells you 'it's okay, little bug' and 'there's nothing to be embarrassed about'. when you cry and tell him that you were sorry and that you know he didn't feel the same, his heart aches a bit. of course he feels the same, don't feel bad! he doesn't know what possesses him to do so, but he leans in and kisses you. it's sweet and short, but you return it.

dad's bsf! miguel who holds you tight while he kisses you, his hips snapping as he drills into your cunt, his eyes shut tight in bliss. 'love you, love you so much, niñita. love you 'n' this pussy'. he muttered into your ear. you sniffled and nodded in a daze as you held him tighter, your breasts pressed up against him. he held your soft sides and groaned as he felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

'been wantin' you for so long, little bug. wanting to give mi niña what she deserves'. he sucked in air through his teeth as he felt your soft hand against his cheek. he opened his eyes, making eye contact with you through the small tears in his eyes forming. you gave him a shaky smile, giving him a small peck with a giggle.

the moment was so intimate it made miguel feel warm. he returned the smile and watched as you bit your lip. 'i love you, mr. o'hara'. you whispered to him, your walls tightening around his cock. miguel let out a broken moan, his eyes still focused on you.

'i love you too, little bug'.

this was a bit much but i hope u enjoyed!! i wrote this during class while stressing about a test so i apologize if this lacked but yea ;P

#tw age gap #miguel o’hara x reader smut #✧ ― liyah's loves #atsv smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #chubby reader #miguel o’hara x reader #i love making the reader a crybaby its just so me #i wrote this in mind of miguel being in his thirties or fourties #dbf! miguel

[jaylaxies]

SUBMIT TO ME

PAIRING : jay x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, rich ceo jay, sub!jay, pole dancer reader, oral (m receiving), choking, handcuffs, degradation kink, praise kink, mommy kink.

WC : 2.7k words

SYNOPSIS : a young ceo has been visiting your nightclub bar from the previous two months, his eyes never leaving yours as you pole dance with the most alluring expression he's come across. what if he suddenly decides that he wants more? what if he bets that you won't be able to make him submit by the end of the night?

WARNING : 18+ content

AN : i really suck at writing synopsis so bare with me lmao. this fic is based off this request.

you sighed, applying the last dab of your makeup blush, finally ready for your performance tonight as joy, your co-worker, excitedly made her way towards you. "do you think he'll be here tonight?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "he's been coming here every friday from the past two months joy, what makes you think that he'll miss it today?" you theorised, a faint smirk present on your face. "his eyes never leaves your body y/n" she states, fairly amused by the fact that you managed to catch eye of the young ceo, a handsome one at that. "i wonder when he'll finally take you home" she added, "they aren't allowed to take us home honey" you reminded joy one final time before you both were called out for your job.

being a pole dancer was something you needed to do, it used to be a hobby before, but situations changed, you needed money for your university courses and this was the best source of income you could attain with your current scenario. getting out of dressing room, you put on your most alluring expression as the music starts playing. after a few minutes, you gradually looked up to that one particular sofa table, not too far and not too close, just distant enough for him to see you clearly. your eyes met his, only his were hooded with darkness and desire. as soon as he realised that you were staring at him, he smirked and licked him plump lips, the small gesture making your breath hitch. he looked breathtaking in his overpriced suit, hair messily parted from the side to complete his look, it made you want to corrupt him.

the bar was full of other rich people, yet your eyes never left his. one hour passed, your shift was over, you went back to the dressing room to change into your regular clothes. "i saw you both" joy sang, "he definitely wants to fuck you" she stated as you shook your head, "it doesn't work this way joy" you sighed. truth being told, you did find the stranger attractive but having false hopes wouldn't be very helpful. you and joy were about to leave just as your manager came in, "y/n could you stay back for a moment please" he requested and you nodded, mildly confused about the situation, joy stayed with you.

"you don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable alright?" he advised you, to which you nodded yet again. "there's a man outside, probably in his early 20s, a young ceo. he wants to take you home" he filled you in with the situation. you realised that the man outside is probably the one you and joy were talking about a few minutes back. "take me home?" you repeated, pointing at yourself and he nodded. "he's offering you ten thousand dollars for a night, yet he didn't mention if it was for sex or just for your company" he informed you. now, you definitely needed that money, it would be helpful considering your struggles to get decent food have been increasing by day. joy squealed, "ten thousand dollars? oh y/n you should definitely go" she exclaimed.

"can i talk to him about it?" you asked your manager, you wanted to get a deep understanding of what you were getting yourself into. "sure, do you want me to call him in?" he asked, "that'd be great, thank you mr. moon" you smiled at the man. joy gave you a big smile alongside a thumbs up and left with him. you took a deep breath, as his tall figure entered the room. he spotted you near the mirror and came extending his hand, you could smell his expensive perfume from the proximity, "hello, i'm jay park, the ceo of park enterprises" his voice was smooth and had a deeper tone to it. "hello, i'm y/n" you introduced yourself plainly shaking his hands, mainly because you had nothing to boast about except that you're a student in a university. "so, i'm guessing that mr. moon has already informed you about my proposal" he questioned, his eyebrow quirked to impose it further. you hummed, "yes he did, but i presume that you failed to mention your intentions with this proposal" you retorted.

clearing his throat, he spoke, "feel free to say no miss y/n" you nodded, "i want to spend the night with you" he declared and it was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, "you mean you want to have sex with me?" you simplified it. "if that's how you want to put it, then yes" he confirmed. "and how will that work?" you interrogated yet again, your composure calm. "i'll take you to my penthouse, if you agree that is, we can talk for a while before having sex and you're free to stay the night. along with that, i'll be paying you a sum of ten thousand dollars, we can negotiate if you want more. please don't hesitate to add anything if you want it" he finished explaining. you took a moment to think about it, sex with an attractive ceo? yes please. getting money for that was a desirable addition to it. "i can agree to this on one condition mr. park" you told him, "and what would that be miss y/n?" he enquired. "submit to me" you smoothly said making his expression pool with amusement. he thought it over for a minute, "let's make this a challenge miss y/n, make me submit by the end of the night and i'll give you double the sum of money, how does this sound to you?" he offered.

the corners of you mouth turned up after hearing his challenge. you were confident about this. extending your hand, you said, "challenge accepted mr. park" and he shook your hand, a smirk resting on his face. you noticed that his grip was firm in your hand, making you wonder if he works out a lot. "shall we?" he asked, guiding you towards the exit and to his luxurious car. you followed him, mentally thanking yourself for wearing lace undies today. the ride was basically you two getting to know each other and you were right, his free time was devoted to gym, explaining his lean yet muscular built. "i'm guessing you've never been a sub before" you asked and he nonchalantly answered, "yeah, and i'll probably never be one in the future" it made you laugh, it's just a matter of time that he'd submit, you thought.

the drive wasn't long, and soon you were in the elevator of this high class building, going up to the penthouse. jay was highly impressed, he never expected you to be so bold, the way your calm composure never changed made it even better, he couldn't wait to ruin you in sheets. getting inside the penthouse, you noticed how big it was, definitely big for just one person to live, it looked classy nevertheless; grey, black and white ruling over the interior. "like it?" he asked, turning towards you, "you're asking a poor uni student if she likes a luxurious penthouse? yeah no" you let out a dry chuckle. it caused jay to laugh, finding humour in whatever you had to offer. "please make yourself comfortable" he said in the most gentlemanly way possible and went somewhere, only to return back with two wine glasses and one expensive looking wine, pouring it out for you which you accepted with a 'thank you'.

deciding to be spontaneous, you straddled him on the sofa, your skirt riding up in the process, hooking your hands at the back of his neck, "is my baby impatient now" he more or less stated, taking a sip of his wine, which you took from his hand while answering, "not yet, but you'll be impatient soon pretty boy" you took a sip from his glass, your eyes never leaving his. smirking, he pulled your face closer by your nape so that your noses were touching, "you can't control me princess" he whispered. your free hand trailed down to his growing erection, gently caressing it with your fingers. you didn't miss the way his breathing hitched for a moment, then going back to his usual tough expression, "i wouldn't bet on that jay" maybe it was the way you whispered his name, the way no one else did before, made his member twitch. it didn't go unnoticed by you. letting out a low laugh, you emptied the glass in one gulp and kept the glass on one of the side tables.

"i would" jay said before capturing your wet lips into a heated kiss, your hand gripping his neck to assert dominance while his grabbed your nape. getting up, he guided you towards his bedroom, kiss never breaking. as soon as you entered the room, jay was pushed against the wall, "you shouldn't" you further continued on with the conversation, removing his blazor in the process. he gasped at your power, he wanted more, but his ego is too big for him to surrender. suddenly, he switched the sides and now you were the one against the wall, his one leg parting your legs. "maybe you shouldn't" he retorted, making you scoff. you grabbed his chin, pulling his face closer, your other hand already in his pants as you massage his hardened member, "i know you love it pretty boy, you just have to ask for it once" you mockingly pecked him, increasing your speed. jay groaned at the feeling, his tip already leaking with precum.

taking your hand out, he pushed you towards his king sized bed. he hovered above you, "give yourself a break baby, let me take care of you" he said, opening your blouse buttons and discarding your skirt, leaving you in your lace garments. the sight making him lose his control even further. yet again, he kissed you, this time it kept trailing down to your neck as you sighed in pleasure. as you felt him marking you, he was switched, now laying on the bed. sitting on his hard on, you unbuttoned his black shirt, throwing it away in the process as his hand trailed all over your body. your gaze went to the shiny metal kept on the bedstand, speedily grabbing it, you cuffed one of his hands to the bed post, locking it and dropping the key on the floor, farther than he can reach. "fuck" he cussed out loud, trying to free himself from this restrain.

"aw, did dumb fuck forget to keep his toys inside? too bad now you'll have to pay" you said in a sickeningly sweet voice. he had never been a fan of degradation but why'd it feel so good coming out of your mouth? he knew he was fucked up now, restrained from doing anything. your eyes gazed his while removing your left over clothing articles. jay muttered a string of curses seeing your body in full display, his head tilting back, and eyes closing to control his emotions. you gripped his neck, his eyes opening in the process, "keep your eyes open slut, we don't want you getting punishments now, do we?" you asked yet he remained silent, not accepting his defeat yet. you laughed at his antics, "punishment it is then" you said making your way towards his crotch area. finally removing his pants and boxers.

his dick sprang up to his abdomen, you admired how thick it was, veins prominent on it. without much ado, you started stroking him. his breathing getting heavier by second, "you like that whore?" you asked, increasing your pace. you got no answer, only small whimpers that jay was trying to conceal. you leaned down and licked a stripe from his base to the tip, a moan leaving his mouth at this. kissing and licking his length, you could feel him nearing so you finally decided to take him in your mouth, his length hitting the back of your throat. jay was a mewling mess by now, his free hand tangled in your hair as he jerked his hips to reach the climax, causing you to stop your activity, "did i tell you that you could move?" you asked, jay's mind was too hazy to form any answers. he was close, so close. not listening to you, he started pumping himself with his free hand, it was of no use though, it didn't feel half as good as you did. you watched the scene unfold with amusement.

his eyes watery with frustration, he knew that only you could help him reach his climax yet he kept trying to get closer to his release. letting out a whimpered sob, he stared at you. your hand already rubbing circles in your clit, pleasuring yourself. you moaned, inserting one of your digit into your swollen folds. jay couldn't take it anymore, seeing you pleasuring yourself with such ease while he struggled to even reach his high, "please" he cried, his voice barely a whisper. "oh? did my whore say something?" you asked with a smug smile, continuing your movement. he bit his lips, but didn't reply. you took this as your chance to start grinding on his hard on, pinching his nipples along with it. broken sobs left his mouth as his free hand gripped the sheets. yet again he neared his organism but you denied it, getting off him and taking care of yourself, soon releasing your fluids in the process. jay could only wish he would cum now, yet you denied his orgasm twice more.

he was exhausted of keeping up this tough facade of his, which is almost broken by now. tears stained his red cheeks, "p–please" he finally spoke up. "the slut speaks now?" you said, gripping his neck in the process, causing him to look down in defeat. you smirked, "should've listened to me no?" you slapped his dick, he moaned at the feeling. "ah, my whore likes that huh?" you asked. "please mommy ahh" he screamed as you finally sank down on him, your walls clenching around his throbbing member, riding him at a slow pace. "voice out your needs slut" you commanded. "fuck me mommy, i'll be good for you" he finally submitted to you. "you've been such a bad boy though, what can i do with you now?" you asked as you put two fingers in his mouth, which he glady sucked on which made you increasing your pace. hot tears streamed down his face. you felt good, so good around him. "i'm going to cum–" he screamed and this time you let him. "cum in me baby boy" you allowed. his overstimulated self didn't hesitate to spill his seed into you with wailing sobs.

choking him yet again, you asked, "tell me baby, why did you get punished?" gripping his hair, you made him look up to you. his big eyes stared at you, red with crying so much. he sniffled quietly, "because i didn't accept that i'm a sub mommy" you pecked him for his answer, "good boy" your praises making fogging his mind. "do you agree that you're a sub now?" you urged him. "yes mommy, fuck i'm a slut for you" he answered and you pecked him again. "do you like being tied up then slut?" he whimpered, "yes i love it mommy" your questions edged him to the point that he came again, without even you touching him.

"you did so well for me" you filled him up with praises and uncuffed him, deciding that he's had enough for a day. "are you alright?" you ask him, a bit hesitant, "yeah, i am good" he let out, still catching his breath, "was i too harsh?" you asked as you were pretty sure he'd never been denied orgasms before, "no, i liked it" he shyly admitted causing you to smile as kiss him. you cleaned him up and applied lotion to his red hand while he stared at you as if you were a masterpiece. he slept cuddling you, somehow getting a protective reassurance in your presence, you noticed how he had probably been sub all along yet never got the chance to experience it.

the next morning, he woke up alone in his bed, disappointed that you left already. thankfully, he had already gotten your number from your manager. he removed his boxers and slowly started to stroke his member, thinking about how you edged him last night. moaning loudly, he recorded himself, "mommy" he whined, "your little slut needs you" he moaned, finally sending the clip to you, not knowing what awaits him at night.

© jaylaxies

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen hyung line #enha smut #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines #enhypen x y/n #kpop smut #jay x oc #enhypen jay #park jay #jay #jay enhypen #jongseong scenarios #jongseong imagines #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong #jay smut #jongseong smut #park jongseong smut #enha hard hours

[sunflowershouto]

if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagine #osamu imagine #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #osamu miya #hq x reader #hq imagines

[ares-would-be-proud]

Anon said Is it alright to request some head cannons-nsfw preferably for Reiner being in love with his precious step-sister? Like he has to take care of her so no one hurts her, and who better to take care of her then himself?

Reiner thinking he's the only man good enough for you, his precious step-sister.

{ Reiner x fem!reader | tw:stepcest, tw:possessiveness, tw:overprotective, tw:overstimulation | smut, forbidden love | modern }

{ "Mars and Venus, Allegory of Peace" 1770 by Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée 1724 - 1805 } (ha! Get it? Bc they're also siblings)

Sees it as his own job to protect and dot on you, not letting you go somewhere alone without him by your side, keeping an arm around you at all times.

Dotting in the way he never forgets your favourite snacks each time he goes to the store, takes over cooking duty when your dad and his mom go out, makes sure you're sleeping and eating well.

Being skeptical of your friends, and making his own friends get on edge if their eyes happen to stare at you for a bit too long for his liking.

Bertolt never meets your eyes because of that, even Annie just glues her eyes to her phone whenever you walk in the room.

Will literally intimidate people from even thinking of approaching you by his presence alone, you could safely walk anywhere anytime with him by your side.

And yet, with you he melts at every flutter of your eyelashes and twirl. Becoming putty in your hands with every soft touch and small peak you give his cheek.

His brain almost stops each time you smile.

And while to everyone else it seems like he's just an overprotective big brother, behind closed doors it's another story.

His hand trailing up your thighs under the dinner table while his mom tells you about her day.

His lips kissing down your neck whenever you wear that low-cut top, hands going under the fabric and tugging down your bra till your breasts spill over them.

Turning a deaf ear to your protest's about being late to your friend's house, his attention solely on sucking marks down your chest before taking a nipple between his lips and sucking while flickering the other.

By the end of it, you had to change into a long neck shirt from the amount of hickies and marks he took his sweet time leaving behind.

Is the type to take you with him places, his own personal cheerleader.

Loves making you call him big brother, even if you weren't younger he'd still demand it.

I say "demand" but in reality he's just pouting with puppy eyes.

Since your dad married his mom, he was smitten the day he saw you at the wedding.

Oh and he will literally buy you anything if you play your cards right, even if he goes broke.

Really easy to manipulate if you're willing to play the role of the cheering sweet little sister, his heart easily swaying with the sway of your short skirt, throat going dry at your honey filled voice calling him the best big brother.

Really really wants to take care of you.

Like really, will find excuses to let him take care of you and do stuff for you.

Although nothing comes without a price…

Let's just say what's normal sex for him is overstimulation for the normal person, he has insane stamina

And his cooing for you that you can give him another orgasm, just one more.

You both could be sitting on the couch, watching a movie you've been wanting to watch for a while, and he will pop a boner because the way you giggled at a scene was really adorable-

Even while knowing that his mom was just a room away—fixing both of you some dinner in the kitchen—it didn't stop your step brother from trailing his big hands up your legs, squeezing the plump of your thighs before pulling at the hem of your shorts, an intense stare in his eyes.

"Come here" he says while patting his thighs, "really missed you baby, wanna feel you against me." 

Coaxing you into giving in, not wait for a reply before letting his hands do all the work to sit you on his lap. Burying his face in your neck as his hot breath tickles your skin, almost whining about how tiring today was while his hands rub circles on your back.

You don't miss the curving of his lips when he asks if you could kiss it better for him, make your big brother feel better.

His hands start trailing up and down your back instead, feeling the softness of your shirt, the curve of your ass, circling around your waist before going up again, adding just enough pressure to loosen any tense muscle you might have.

You try not to give in despite his coaxing, mouth in a frown as you stare at the remote still clutched in your hand, the sound of the movie you were watching still playing in the background almost mocking you.

"Reiner can't this wa-" you try to brush him off but the rocking of his knee between your legs shuts you up, making your grind back against them to get more friction as you press your thighs together.

Eyes glossy as your brain gets clouded by the pleasure, your older brother bouncing you on his leg till your toes curl and mewls escape your lips. 

You hear him shushing you, murmuring how your step mom might hear you, only to grind against your dampening shorts faster.

The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you get closer to the edge, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, your own hips pushing back against him.

His arms get a firm hold of your hips, stilling them as he stops his own leg too, mere seconds before you get that final push.

"Want your brother to make you feel really good? Want me to take care of you huh?"

You quickly nod without thinking, aching for any sort of relief. He rewards you with a kiss, slow and gentle as if you're some delicate soft thing he needs to pamper.

-

And to him, you are. That's why he took you to his room despite the growing urge to push you against the nearest surface and ram inside you,

No, your big brother would never. He sees it as his duty to protect you from everything and so it follows that he wouldn't settle for less than a soft bed and a pillow under your back.

That's why he tucks you against him the second you get on the bed, his back to the headboard with you sitting between his legs, back against his chest.

His hand slipping past the elastic band of your panties, fingers painfully slowly moving up and down your slit before parting your lips. 

Your back arching when they start toying with your puffy clit, rubbing circles around it and flickering it till your soaked panties start clinging to your wet pussy.

Brain turning into mush when his fingers shove into your sopping hole, the faster he goes the louder your whimpers get as his thick fingers thrust in and out.

His other hand put enough pressure against your stomach to keep you in place when your thighs began to quiver, the more you squirm in place when his thumb presses down your now swollen clit the more your back rubs against his hardening cock.

"Fuck- just like that." Groans slip past his lips with each roll of his hips against your ass, precum starting to seep through the fabric of his pants.

He's as desperate as you are.

It's not long before he has you creaming on his fingers, watching you unfold and shake before gushing against his hand. He slowly pulls his fingers out as sticky lines cling to them, looking at you panting with your legs still shaking, before shoving them back in and fucking your own mess back inside you.

You let out a strangled scream at the punishing pace, head lolling to the side from the overstimulation and mind going completely blank.

All sorts of compliments and soft words leave his lips, praising you as he forces a second orgasm out of you, having you turn into putty in his hand.

Too much- it's too much, you're too sensitive and barely able to form coherent sentences, a shaking quivering babbling mess, too high in pleasure to notice the tear stains down your cheeks. Attempting to finally catch your breath now that your brother is satisfied.

If only.

"You're ready for me sweetheart?" He says, voice laced with anticipation as he pats your messy cunt, making your knees buck. "Ready for your big brother's cock filling up this pretty pussy?"

One second he's tugging your soaked paintes to the side, cold sending shivers up your spine, the next he's tapping the head of his cock against your hole, pushing up your slippery folds till the tip rubs against your sensitive clit, making more tears collect clouding your vision.

Cock throbbing at just the idea of your gummy walls squeezing him inside, making his thrusts stutter and grip almost bruising against your skin. Filling his room with the sound of skin on skin slapping as his hips slam against your wet thighs

The image of your knees folded against your chest till the base of his cock disappears inside, reaching impossibly deep till he's kissing the entrance of your womb before slamming against the rough patch of skin that makes you drool.

It's driving him crazy with lust.

And despitet how much he wants nothing more than to fuck his cum inside you, fill you up and plug you with his cock, really make sure that you're tied to him for life and no other man will even think of looking your way with, he will still pull out.

Sprouts of cum rushing out his swollen cock as he pulls out with a wet pop, whie ropes painting your stomach and chest instead, going down your thighs and the curve of your ass before staining the sheets. 

Just have your brain swimming in milk and honey as you take in the afterglow, he'll run soothing circles up your thighs while you doze off to the rise and fall of his chest.

The scenes play out in perfect order in his mind. Yeah, just the thought alone is enough to make him want to go for three rounds at least till he's cumming dry. 

"Alright, spread your legs more for me, yeah just like that."

#Reiner🕊 #fem!reader🕊 #smut🕊 #forbidden love🕊 #modern aot🕊 #tw:protective🕊 #tw:stepcest🕊 #step-bro!Reiner🕊 #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner braun #step brother Reiner #aot #snk #aot x reader #Reiner smut #tw:stepcest #tw: dark content #tw: stepcest #tw: smut #tw:overstimulation #tw: crying

[horrorstolemyheart]

Pet Names/Terms of Endearment

Note: This is another one I typed up a few weeks ago and debated on posting. All in all I’m pretty happy with it. Another basic set of HC’s just to get my writers brain going. As always I hope you guys enjoy! I also hope these characters feel well… in character. Please let me know if anything feels OOC, I really try my best lol.

(If anyone has a vampire character they'd like to see me write for please feel free to ask! 😁)

Warnings: None

Fandoms: The Lost Boys, Near Dark, Fright Night (1985), Midnight Mass, Fright Night Part 2 (1988)

The Lost Boys (Poly): Right off the bat, baby or babe are definitely the most used, the latter being most common. They’ll also veer off and call you  sweetheart. Marko is a cheeky little devil, so he likes to call you ‘sexy’ or ‘hot stuff’. Sometimes when you’re all feeling extra silly you’ll all come up with stupid silly names. You, Marko, and Paul are usually the ones to do this. Dwayne thinks it’s funny, he just simply doesn’t get involved, at least not all that often. You all like to pester David with it as well because he gets pissed off and it’s absolutely comical. “Cutie Patootie?” “Honey bunny?” “Pookie?” He’ll usually end up shouting back at you guys with an irritated ‘WHAT?!’ All the while the three of you are trying and failing to hold back laughter.

Star: I believe honestly as much as she adores you, she isn’t as big on the pet names. But her go to’s are ‘My heart’ and ‘sunshine’  which are exceptionally adorable to hear. If you have any cute pet names for her it’s a good way to get her to smile.

Jerry Dandrige: He likes the classics, so you definitely get called things like dear, darling, my love, love of my life. Hearing you call him 'my love' is probably one of his favorite things in the entire world. It’s also a good way to get your way about something, he just cannot say no to that name.  

Severen: Love, love, loves pet names. He has his go to's for you but he honestly calls you a lot of different things. Darlin' is his most common, but he'll also call you honey, sugar, baby doll is another one he really enjoys. Whether or not you love or hate the names he calls you he doesn’t really care. If it makes you flustered, that's a win in his book.

Father Paul: I think because you guys are in a forbidden relationship and he isn't allowed to be affectionate towards you out in public he doesn't really use pet names super often. This is mainly out of habit. If you use pet names for him, you have to bite your tongue unless you're alone together. He's pretty simple, he'll call you sweetheart or darling and that's about as far as he goes.

Regine Dandrige: Very similar to her brother. They are both quite the charmers. She could call you just about anything and it would instantly give you butterflies in your stomach. ‘Could you come here darling?’ Boom. You are putty in her hands. She doesn’t go off the rails with anything silly. I also have this feeling she likes some of the French terms of endearment, calling you  ‘mon cher' or ‘mon ange’ on occasion.

 Louie: He does tend to use ‘babe’ quite often on you, but he also likes to use names like cutie pie unironically. He’ll also just call you really goofy stuff just to make you laugh. If you use any cute pet names for him, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Sometimes out of nowhere you’ll hear him say ‘You’re dynamite baby!’ not exactly a nickname, but he just likes to say it.

Belle: Well… Belle is mute, so she obviously can’t use any pet names for you, but she always smiles whenever you call her something. She always wishes she had the ability to reciprocate in the same manner. So she’s more physical in order to make up for it. She opts for blowing kisses, winking, or pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Bozworth: I don’t really see him using any pet names for you, it’s not really his thing, but you can use them for him if you like. He does love you, and it warms his heart if you’ve got any special nicknames for him. 

#The Lost Boys #Fright Night #Fright Night Part 2 #Midnight Mass #Reader insert #My writing #Fluff #May make some tweaks to this at a later point I'm still working on characterization