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the albatross ii - matt murdock

a/n: my first part two! i really love odd reader shes my favorite person ever. uh i don't really have much else to add i just love their dynamic. sorry the beginning is kind of bad im trying to figure out how much i want to delve into readers past like that. also im going to start a taglist for this so let me know if you wanna be included :)) warnings: cursing, drinking, lots of talk of death, reader has a lot of insecurities, reader has boobs my bad, oh! like a very brief mention that reader has sexual trauma, and lots of talk of sex though nothing happens-- word count: 5.2k summary: if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, matt murdock is going to find her, and foggy nelson is going to suffer. pairing: matt murdock x winter soldier!reader the albatross series : i // ii now playing: the albatross - taylor swift "i'm the albatross/i swept in at the rescue/the devil that you know/looks now more like an angel/i'm the life you chose/and all this terrible danger"

September 19th, 1972

When you wake up, you’re freezing and out of breath. The initial moments after those long-term freezes were always frightening. You do not know how long it has been since you were taken, and part of you wonders if you ever will. You’re only ever conscious here, surrounded by generals and guards.

As soon as you wake up, a muzzle is clamped over your mouth. You’re a screamer, or at least you used to be. But now the muzzle is put on as a reminder that you are truly trapped and have no autonomy.

Someone will come in soon to say a list of words that will snap you out of your brain—Maybe snap is the wrong word. You will be locked out of your brain, conscious enough to know what you are doing but not at all in control.

You’re sitting in this big metal chair that might have scared you all those years ago, your arms strapped to the arms of the chair. The dimness of the room almost makes you scared as if you are a six-year-old who is afraid of the dark.

A gruff looking man walks into the room, and behind him, you can see some soldiers dragging along an exhausted man, whose hair is long, but your eyes are drawn to him. Are there.. are there other people who are in the same situation as you?

In the back of your mind, a foreign emotion sparks, something that you cannot name at first, but then you find it— hope. Maybe hope is a strong word, maybe what you should be feeling is dread, that the things you are being forced into are happening to some other poor soul. You almost want to throw up when you realize it, but like everything else in your exhausting existence, you are ripped out of your thought by commanding forces around you. The man in front of you follows your eyeline to see you watching the man, and you think you see him grimace.

You have found something that was meant to always be a secret from you. You recall a foggy memory that isolation is the key to abuse.

The man nods towards you, and suddenly, you feel a violent shock go through your body as the man wills you to forget the small detail that you will hang on to for as long as humanly possible.

When a second jab of shockwaves hits you, you black out for a few seconds, only—

• • •

You sit up in bed, gasping or air as you try to orient yourself. Your hands come up to push sweaty hair out of your face, and you grip it tight to try and ground yourself. Your heart is racing as you take deep breaths in your nose and out of your mouth, not wanting to spiral into a panic attack.

You get up from bed to go shower, before changing your now drenched in sweat sheets, and it’s only then do you turn on your light and grab the book you’ve been reading.

You sit on the floor next to your bed, feeling disgusting and upset. You try to read, but you are rereading the same paragraph repeatedly. After twenty minutes of that, you grab your flip phone off the bedside table and dial Matt’s number.

You know it’s four in the morning. He’s asleep. He has to be up for work in the morning, but you cannot help it. You have been seeing the handsome stranger for a little under a month, and he has become your drug.

But there’s a couple of things.

First, you are still lying to him. He has no idea about your time as who is known in government circles as “The Midnight Agent”, and he has no idea that you will never be able to give him the life he deserves. Hell, you haven’t even spent the night with him, your relationship has been the definition of taking it slow.

Which leads to this: You have not slept with the man.

Back in 1945, you were surrounded by purity culture. Sure, you could have had a handsome soldier in your bed, but there was a part of you that always felt guilty when you looked to your large catholic family who were always insistent on saving yourself for marriage.

But you recall the memories of your time trapped, of guards who went unchecked and memories of men who took advantage of the fact that you were brainwashed, and how you might freakout if Matt’s hands wander too far..

And you recall Matt’s comment on your first date, about how he thought a long time to go without a date was a few months.

He picks up the phone before your thoughts can spiral any further.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” His voice is thick with sleep, and you feel a pang of guilt for waking him up. But you also melt at the simple pet name, not quite used to it yet.

“Hi.. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He lies, “You didn’t..”

“Liar.”

“Okay, you got me.” He chuckles softly, “But seriously, it’s okay. What’s up?” He asks, and you let out this sigh. What to tell him, what not to tell him..

“Can’t sleep.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Wanted to hear your voice. I tried to read The Outsiders, but I couldn’t focus.” You cannot seem to do anything right..

“Okay.” He says gently, “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“..Not really..”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Sorry..”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You pause. It’s a good question.

“I dunno..” And then after a few moments you ask, “Matt?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Is it okay that we haven’t had sex yet?” The question eats at you. You recall Matt’s assumption that a ‘while’ since your last date had meant a few months. You’re worried that you’re not satisfying him and that he’ll get bored. Bored of you, bored of your quirks and oddities, bored of all of it.

And you don’t know when you’ll be okay to have sex with him, or if you’ll even be able to make it all the way through when you get to that point. And it’s eating you up— You could at least be good at something if you insist on being odd and bizarre throughout this whole relationship.

“Of course it’s okay,” He promised, “Why wouldn’t that be okay?” Sure, Matthew had his fair share of partners in the day, but this was different— You weren’t just a date to him, you were fascinating. If he hadn’t been such a realist, he might have accused you of being a time traveler.

And sure, sometimes he thought about you, about being buried between your thighs, about making you shake and cry with pleasure, and about how well he could fill you up..

But those lewd thoughts always take a backseat to how utterly interesting you are— Your odd taste in ice cream, odd movie and book tastes, the way you speak, some of the things you say..

“Because you’re hot,” you blurt out and then sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, you’re so fucking handsome and I can’t even..” The words die out in your mouth, as you curl up into yourself on your floor, holding the phone pressed tightly against your ear.

“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need to sleep with you to know that I care about you.” He promises. “Do you want me to come over? Maybe you’ll sleep better if we’re together.” He says softly.

You hesitate, looking around your apartment. If you had a nightmare, he’d question what happened.. But on the other hand, you were fucking exhausted, and maybe Handsome Matthew would be the trick to you getting some sleep.

“Sure.. but uh.. My apartment’s super messy..” You confess, and he just chuckles.

“Somehow I don’t think that’ll bother me.” He teases, and you laugh.

“Right, Right.. Sorry..” You say. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“See you soon.” He promises, and as soon as he hangs up, you immediately get up and start shuffling around to clean your apartment.

You do the dishes, you throw all your dirty clothes in the hamper, you make your bed with pristine edge and of course.. You grab the gun you keep under your pillow and stuff it right next to your vibrator next to your fuzzy socks.

You’re finally finishing up with your minor chores when you hear a knock at the door. You open it and have to take a beat to catch your breath since Matthew looks especially good with his grey sweatpants and black sweatshirt.

He grins at you, leaning into greet you with a kiss as he steps into the apartment.

“So, this is where the magic happens, huh?” He asks, and you smile bashfully.

“Something like that.” You shrug, letting him lead you through the apartment. His cane tip-taps against the floor, and your hands come up to rub your arms. It is your apartment, and yet, you feel absolutely exposed. “Uh, just… Keep going straight and the bedroom is on the right. Do you need anything?” You ask, unsure if he has some weird hypervigilant bedtime routine at.. you know.. Four in the morning.

His cane shifts hands and he holds his free hand out behind him, for you to take.

“Just you.” Your face flushes as you take his hand,

“You’re such a flirt.” And he laughs.

“How can I help myself when I’m in a pretty girl’s place?” he asks, and you go to answer but he leans against the wall right next to the doorframe, dropping his duffle bag and cane in favor of pulling you close, your chest against his. Your breath catches and he smirks as if he can see your flustered nature.

“You’re a decent young man,” you start, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s rude to grab people?”

“No, the nuns never mentioned that.” He does that adorable half chuckle before tilting his head. “Why? Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?”

Your face flushes.

“Everything makes me nervous, Matthew, you know that.” You accuse and he laughs again, nodding.

“Yeah, maybe I do know that. Seems familiar.” He hums, his grip on you loosening a bit. He presses another kiss to your lips. “Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.” You don’t protest, simply grabbing his hand and pulling him along to bed. He’s more than happy to follow you through.

You find yourself laying in the bed, and he’s standing to the side as if he’s staring at you. You raise an eyebrow to him.

“What? What is it?” You ask, and he quickly moves, jumping on top of you. You laugh a bit to hide your nerves, and he grins. He leans down and presses a long kiss to your lips before whispering,

“If we never have sex, I’ll still stay with you forever.” He says gently, and your face is deeply flushed.

“Forever?” You ask gently. He nods, leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“As long as you’ll have me.” He says gently, and then, he rolls over and lays next to you. His hand finds yours and he laces his fingers with yours. You look at him for a long time, just holding his hand. “What is it?” he asks softly, glancing over to you.

“I just..” you laugh a bit. “I’ve never had a boy in my bed before.” You confess, and he laughs, his arms wrapping around you.

“You’re so odd.” He says softly, his hands finding your hair to play with it gently. “I love it.”

• • •

And this is how you spend your early morning. You sleep soundly in the arms of the one who loves you, something you have never had the privilege of before.

You slip out of bed rather early considering that you don’t have work today. But you can’t help yourself, you find yourself making breakfast for Matt. Pancakes, sausage, and coffee, just for him. At some point, he calls out to you,

“Hey, babe, where’s the shower?” And it’s rather domestic, in a way that makes you both uncomfortable and giddy. At the same time. Weird.

“Uh, right across the hall from the bedroom,” you tell him. And after about twenty minutes, Matt comes out to the kitchen. He’s dressed for work, but his tie is undone, sitting on his neck. His jacket hangs over his arms, and for a minute, you are just as you were always meant to be—

A young woman, in love with a man who has a good career, who loves you and is kind, whom you cook breakfast for and anxiously wait for him to get home.

And before you can stop yourself, you walk on over to him and begin to fix his tie, and he tilts his head.

“Where’d you learn to tie a tie on someone else?” he asks curiously. Your brain flashes to the soldiers who were never taught to tie a tie, so you learned, making sure to help them make sure their uniforms were in pristine condition.

But better than telling your boyfriend about that, you settle on a different truth.

“Needed to tie my brother’s tie a lot before work.” You settle on, and he smiles. That was the first time you had mentioned any of your family, so he just nods.

“What was his name?” ‘Was’ is a cruel but accurate detail.

“Anthony.” You tell him, finishing your work on his tie. Then, you press a kiss to his cheek. “Ready for breakfast?” He smiles and nods, as you direct him towards your table.

Yes, even though you ate mac and cheese while sitting on the floor when you first met him, you do own a table.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and sausage. Oh, and Coffee,” You tell him. You serve breakfast and sit across from him, placing a jar of jam on the table as well as syrup. When you pop the lid off the jam, Matt tilts his head.

“Why do I smell strawberry jam?” He questions, and you just raise an eyebrow.

“For my pancakes?”

He begins to laugh.

“This is what I mean when I say you’re odd. The only other person I know who’d do that is my dad, who learnt it from my grandparents.” He tells you. You shrug.

“I grew up with jam. Syrup’s too sweet.”

“Of course you did.” He smirks, taking a bite of his breakfast.

• • •

After Matt leaves for work (After breakfast, a make out session and then ten minutes with you fixing his disheveled look), you begin to actually clean your apartment. But your apartment is only so big, so by lunchtime, you’re bored again.

So, you start cooking and making these chicken ceaser wraps and french fries, before hopping in the shower. You’ve never dated anyone who you’ve felt the need to make and bring lunch to, but there is a first time for everything.

When you get to his office, you take a while to notice and observe every little thing about the walk. When you get to the front door, your hands run over the sign that reads ‘Nelson, Murdock & Page.’ And then you remember that in going up these stairs, you’ll meet his two best friends, and your stomach flips at the idea of it.

But your fingers twitch at the idea of seeing Handsome Matthew again. You’re incredibly down bad for the man you refuse to sleep with, so you push open the door, making your way to the office. When you step inside, you’re faced with a blonde man holding a cup of coffee, talking to a different, more blonde, woman who eats her lunch.

Maybe you have the wrong office.

“Hi— Uh, I’m looking for Matt.” The words tumble out of your lips, and you wish you could say something more.

“Yeah, he’s in his office, I can grab him for you.” The man says kindly, and steps towards the only office door that’s closed. You nod and stand awkwardly. This is weird, you know that. You are a stranger in this office holding a big lunch box.

Matt steps out of his office and smiles in your direction. Immediately, you relax. There he goes, Handsome Matthew completely messing up your thought patterns and making you go against everything you ever thought you’d do.

“Hi.” He says, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

“Hey.” You smile, and you see a moment of recognition on the faces of his coworkers.

“Oh, you’re the girl—” The man starts, and then it clicks that these people must be his best friends.

“And you’re Foggy and Karen.” You smile, sticking a handout for them to shake, and they do. You introduce yourself, and they do the same. It’s not as awkward as you would’ve thought, but you’re making it so much worse in your head.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks, and you redirect your attention to him.

“Uh, I made lunch. I thought I’d bring it to you.” He smiles at this.

“Thank you. Here, let’s uh, eat in my office.” He takes your hand, and you tell Foggy and Karen that it was nice to meet them, as he closes the door behind him. You sit down in one of his chairs.

“Sorry for just barging in on you guys. I probably should have called first.” You decide, but he shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s perfectly fine.” He smiles, sitting down in his own chair as you unpack lunch. You’re seriously not used to any of this, so it’s as if you’re taking foreign steps.

The two of you make pleasant conversations before Matt asks you,

“Hey, do you want to come to the bar tonight?” He asks, “We have a usual spot we go to. I thought it might be a good way for you to get to know my friends.” He hums.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude...”

You also don’t really want to get drunk around Matt, afraid of what you might say. But he answers,

“Don’t worry, Foggy’s wife is going and so is Karen’s boyfriend.” You notice the shift in Matt’s body language.

“You don’t like Karen’s boyfriend.” You immediately recognize.

“What? No—“ He chuckles, “It’s just a complicated history..” The part of you that never grew up, that wants to dive head first into drama, the part of you that is still twenty something, clutching the arm of your sister as she spills about all the people she doesn’t like gets to your mouth before you can stop it,

“What do you mean, ‘complicated’?” You ask, and he just laughs a little.

“Really, sweetheart, it’s not—”

“Let’s make a deal,” You say, “In exchange for me bringing you a delicious lunch,” You start, “And for telling you something about my messy past, you have to tell me about that complicated history.”

“Deal.”

“Okay, than spill.”

“You remember a few years back, the uh, Punisher?” He asks, and you tilt your head. No, you don’t. It was probably before you were allowed to have autonomy and live on your own.

“Uh.. No.”

“What? It was all over the news.”

“I wasn’t living in New York until a few years ago.” Not untrue, you were living in the middle of Europe until recently.

“Oh, right.” He nods, “Well, he killed a lot of people he thought deserved it, and, as someone who has great respect for human life, I don’t know, I just can’t imagine dating someone with a kill count at all, let alone over thirty people.” He sighs, “But Karen sees something in him, I guess.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You realize that you can’t ever tell Matt about what had happened to you. He wouldn’t understand, he’d see you as a monster. Well, you are a monster, but you cannot ever tell him that! Is this a mistake? Are you supposed to break up with him now not to hurt him?

“Yeah, I can understand that.” You take another bite of your wrap.

“I believe I’m owed some of your messy history.”

“Right,” you nod, “Well, Before I moved here, I was living in Europe.” You tell him.

“Really? Where in Europe?”

“Here and there.” You shrug. “I just sort of went wherever I was needed.” You explain, again—Not a lie. Definitely not a lie. You were ordered around and told to go here and there.

“What did you do there?” He asks.

“It’s all kind of a blur,” You’re really being truthful now.

“Has anyone ever told you how weird and odd you are?” He acts, voice full of affection.

“You. Last night.” You grin, and he just grins back.

“Right. I really have a way with words, huh?”

“Yup. You’re a real charmer.”

“I meant it though.”

“Which part? The part where you called me strange?”

“The part where I asked you to come out to the bar with us tonight—And the part where I told you I’d stay with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes you’ll come to the bar with us or you’ll let me stay with you for a while?”

You get up, circle around his desk, before placing your hand on his jaw, tilting his head up to you. Your other hand comes up to take his glasses off. For a minute, you just admire him, before pushing the hair from his face. Then, you lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

When you pull away, his lips try to follow yours, but your thumb just gently wipes away your lipstick stains from his lips.

“Yes.” You repeat, and he just grins.

He absolutely adores you.

• • •

You make sure to fix your hair before you leave your apartment, and then, you find yourself leaning on the brick wall outside of the bar. Your heart is racing, and although you do not smoke, god you need a cigarette.

Your foot taps anxiously against the pavement.

This will be fine, you tell yourself. Matt likes you, surely you can get the others to do the same. Or at least, you can try your damn best, and not just sit out here like a bitch.

Your head glances over to the door as a rather tall and gruff man approaches the door. He sees you staring at him, and opens the door before asking,

“You coming in, kid?”

Kid.

You’re a hundred years old, but okay.

“Uh, yeah.” You answer, before heading into the bar, “Thanks,” He just nods back at you. You walk in and look around for Matt and his friends. You immediately soften when you see him. Of course you can do this.

As you make your way over to them, the man who opened the door for you also heads over to them. You tilt your head as you get to your boyfriend and his friends before Karen comes over to you guys, sends you a smile, before greeting the man with a kiss. Oh. This is the boyfriend that Matt doesn’t like.

Matt greets you with a kiss, before Karen asks,

“What are you drinking?” You realize she’s asking you. What do you drink?

“Uh, whatever. I kind of like everything,” You smile weakly, before shrugging. She just nods, and then her and her boyfriend head over to the bar. You glance over to Matt, and smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles and kisses you again. “I’m glad you decided to join us.”

“Well, I did say yes earlier.”

“Yeah but you were being very vague and odd.”

“You said you liked that!”

“Shhh,” and then he kisses you again.

“You two are gross.” His friend, Foggy, says, and his wife just swats his arm.

“Sorry,” You smile, and then Frank and Karen are back at the table, and this large bottle of whiskey is placed on the table, and six glasses are placed along side it.

“Woah, big bottle.” Foggy whistles, and Karen shrugs.

“Long week. Lots of whiskey required.” Matt leans over to you and says,

“You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want to—”

“I said I like everything,” You told him, “And I meant it.” You remind and the people around you laugh, so it definitely gratifies your desire to please them.

“See, this is the type of energy you needed in a date,” Foggy grins, and Karen laughs as she pours the whiskey for you all.

“I agree, I like her a lot more than I liked the last one.”

“Flattered, I love when people talk about me like I’m not here,” You tell them, as you take a long drink of your whiskey.

“You are odd,” Foggy says, and again, his wife swats his arm.

“Franklin, you cannot say that to someone you just met!”

“I was just joking, really it’s fine,” You assure, and take another sip of your drink. Then another drink. Your eyes get a glint of dog tags hanging around Frank’s neck. You nod to him. “Military?” Everyone’s head snaps to look at you, and then to him.

“Marines.” He answers, and he waits.

“I was a nurse overseas for a while.” And you almost slap your hands over your mouth, horrified at the words that just left your lips. Everyone looks at you, very confused, including sweet Handsome Matthew.

“Wait, you were in the army as a medic?” He asks, and you just nod.

“Yeah, I don’t.. really like talking about it..” You sigh, “It was a long time ago.. Before I was in Europe doing whatever, I was in Europe being a nurse.”

“Europe? There hasn’t been active combat in Europe since the 40’s,” Frank says, and you shrug.

“That’s where they had me. It’s where I learned to drink.” You finish your drink and go to refill it, “You’d be surprised how many young cadets try to assert their dominance over drinking games.” You laugh fondly at the memory.

Matt leans in to kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Odd.”

• • •

You and Frank get into your own form of a drinking game as the night goes on. After two glasses, Foggy and his wife stop drinking, something about brunch with her parents in the morning.

Matt stops drinking after three, and Karen after four.

But here you and Frank are, swapping war stories like old army buddies as you make your way through the bottle. Five, six, seven.. You can’t remember by the time the bottle is empty. All you know is you’re leaning against Matt, and Frank is holding Karen close, and you are happy.

You don’t feel hidden anymore.

When the bottle is done, Matt’s fingers run up and down your arm.

“We gotta get you home, honey.”

“You need to kiss me.” You blurt, too drunk to know what you’re saying.

“What?” He grins.

“Kiss me. I want you all over me,” and you lean over to kiss him, and after a few moments, he pulls away from the kiss.

“Alright, but let’s get you home first.” And then you nod, because that’s a good idea. You don’t want Frank and Karen to see all the vicious things you want to do to Handsome Matthew. He helps you up and wraps his jacket around your arms, before glancing back to his friends. “Have a good night guys. See you Monday.”

You take a minute, before smiling at his friends.

“Thanks for having me. I had fun.” You cannot remember the last time you had this much fun. “Sorry I’m so fucking odd,” You start giggling, “But I had fun.” Everyone else, too tipsy and drunk to say much else, just laughs and sends you on your way.

You and Matt stumble home, as you mumble soft things about how much you like him, how pretty he is.

When you get back to your apartment, he locks the door behind you and helps you to your bedroom. Once there, you begin to kiss him.

“Sweetheart,” He mumbles into your lips, “Wait,” He pulls away and smiles at you. “Pajamas first.” He requests, and you nod.

“Yeah. Great Idea.” You mumble, going over to your drawers (Not the one with your vibrator, socks and gun) and pull out an old tee shirt and shorts. You begin stripping down, and you stop and glance to Matt, in just your shorts and bra, before asking, “Wait, how do I know you’re not staring at me?”

He almost laughs at how drunk you are.

“Honey,” he begins softly, and then taps the space between his eyes. Then you laugh, feeling silly.

“Oh.” You unclip your bra and slip on your tee shirt. You sit on the bed, and then lay down. You sigh deeply, your bed surprisingly comfortable after all of those drinks. You watch as Matt begins to strip down. “Handsome.” You mumble, and he laughs.

You fall asleep as he kicks his pants off before crawling into bed with you.

• • •

You wake up at some god-awful hour, maybe around two in the morning. You run over to the bathroom and vomit into the toilet. After a while of throwing up, you wander on over to the kitchen.

You take a big, long drink of water, before sighing deeply.

Your stomach growls. You find a loaf of sourdough bread you had brought home from work yesterday and begin to butter a few slices. You munch on your food, and remember Matthew in your bedroom.

Your Matthew.

You finish your snack, and then find yourself sitting on the floor of your kitchen. Just like you did the first night. Your lean your head back against the cabinet. You think about your boyfriend, and you think about everyone you lost.

In your half drunk state, You only smile when Matt sits next to you on the floor.

“What’re we doing on the floor, baby?” He asks softly.

“Just.. Sleepy..” You mumble, and then a grin spreads across your face. “I’m thinking about my best friend.”

“Your best friend?”

“Taylor.” You say softly, “She was my best friend.”

“And where is she now?” He asked, leaning over to brush your hair out of your face.

“Oh, she died ten years ago.” You say, and then laugh as if it’s funny. “Natural causes.” You shrug. She had died of old age.. And you weren’t there for her. Your best friend..

Matt’s arm is around you in an instant.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says gently, and leans in to kiss your head.

“And you..” You glance over to him. “You.. I don’t even know what to do with you.” You laugh, and he frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I..” You sigh. “I mean that no one’s ever made me feel like you have..” You mumble, and then you admire him, only in his boxer briefs. “I love you, Handsome Matthew. And I don’t know what to do about it..” You mumble.

Matt just leans in to kiss your head again.

“If I said I love you too, would that help?”

“It would be a start..”

“I love you.”

“Even though I’m odd?” You ask, “Weird and bizarre? Off my rocker, completely out of my fucking mind..?”

“Especially because you’re odd.”

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billie's hidden folder pt. 2

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, pt. 1

Let's recap. Billie has a hidden secret folder on her phone. A folder so secret she had to stop letting people use her phone because the last time she forgot to put a very explicit video of the two of you in said folder and she made that person swear they would never bring it up. Ever.

Thankfully that person kept their promise, but it also made Billie paranoid. She triple checked her phone was locked, especially when you were exchanging texts while she was working. In particular, texts where you'd unexpectedly sent her an explicit selfie ... or two.

Her breath hitched as she stared at the photos. The first one was of the lower half of your body, sweats hanging low. Thong clinging for dear life, hugging your hips so perfectly. She turned her head to make sure no one was around, not suspicious at all, then she scrolled to see the next one. This one of your cleavage, phone angled high so your eyes bore into hers and your lips sent her a kiss. Yeah, that was going in the folder.

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛

Video: "Do you like it?" you could hear Billie's voice in the video, but the phone laid flat on her bed and all you could see was the ceiling. It didn't take long for her to come into view. She forgot she was recording. She'd missed the most important part. She was just too excited.

The video was meant to capture your reaction to her gift. A pretty transparent pink dildo.

"Pretty," you grinned as you came into view. Billie's mischievous laugh was audible. She handed you the toy; you held it in your hands stroking it like a cat on your lap. "What am I suppose to do with this?" you asked playfully and Billie scoffed.

This time, she plopped onto the bed next to you, the two of you in frame now. "Oh, I've seen what you can do with that," she smirked biting her lip ever so slightly watching you through the screen. You turned to her, hand on her jaw turning her face towards yours. Billie growled leaning her lips closer to your lips, but you pulled away slightly, hand still on her jaw.

"I want to see what you can do with it," you whispered feeling the heat between your legs. You let her kiss you after that comment. She kissed you hard, still in frame. When she gasped for air, you moved your hand from her jaw to the nape of her neck pulling gently at her hair.

"Are you gonna show me?" you cooed bringing your lips to her neck. Your tongue ran up her throat, where you could feel her swallowing. Her lids fluttered and she nodded, caving.

We'll come back to that video later. Let's talk about the texts. The texts were so dirty, she had to delete them. But not before taking a quick screenshot and saving it to the folder.

Text: i miss you. wanna be home already. i'm waiting for you. i'm bored. what are you wearing? you perv. i need to imagine it. ur fucking me in ur head? i'll fuck u irl. how? strap? or tongue. both. ur gonna make me cum. only if you beg. u want me to shout ur name. while i pull your hair and u cum on my tongue. are you touching yourself? are you thinking of me?

Photo: You went skinny dipping and Billie had the proof. Of course she was going to capture it. The picture was only of the back of you; your arms were raised and your butt fully exposed to the camera. Once she'd taken the photo she tossed the phone near her own clothes and laughed pulling you towards the water.

You both fell into the pool with a loud splash and you giggled coming up from the water. Her hair clung to her face and you swum towards her pulling the sticky strands of hair back. Her smile was big as she held your hips.

You wrapped your arms her shoulders pulling her in for a kiss. It was gentle, wet, and cold but oh so sweet. You held your bodies close, her arms weaved around your back, one hand trailing down to your ass before giving it a firm squeeze you smiled into the kiss before pulling away and playfully swimming away.

Billie followed. You saw her pretty ass hauling out of the water and you tilted your head. She returned with her phone shivering.

Video: She held the phone above your heads. You held on to her shoulders smiling at the camera. You could hardly see your naked bodies in the dim pool lights, but you could see you were both clearly naked. Billie pulled away turning the camera to you. She stepped back a little to show half of your body.

"You look so hot," she groaned.

She brought her hand to grab your tit and you moaned. The sensation of her cold hand, the cold water, and your throbbing pussy made you weak. She pinched your nipple softly.

Now let's come back to that video. The one you all want to know about.

Video: Billie laid in bed. She watched the camera carefully holding up the dildo. Playfully she licked it before wiggling it around causing you to giggle a little.

"Stop playing, Eilish. Show me what you can do with it," you demanded. Billie pulled down her pants, you angled the camera so you could see her pretty lacy thong. She ran the dildo along her thigh. She was doing it on purpose. She wanted to make you squirm and she wished the camera could see how desperate you looked.

A hand reached into view, your hand. You ran a finger up the fabric that covered her pussy. She was seeping though the fabric.

"Do you need my help?" your voice was low and the camera shook as you held the phone shakily.

"No," Billie replied in a similar tone before making the dildo disappear between her legs.

"Fuck," you hummed. You wanted to stop recording because you wanted to help her, but you were so captivated by the way her hand moved steadily and the way the translucent toy glided in her pussy.

That wasn't the only dildo the two of you had. And definitely not the only time they were captured on camera, but that's a story for another time.

everyone thank billie for her contribution

𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹?

#billie eilish #billie eilish fic #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish smut

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joelmillerisapunk · 3 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tysm @milla-frenchy for the tag 🥰

I have a million things in my docs, it's a disaster in there 😅

Wine daddy/sending the wrong nude to your dbf instead of your tinder match

The next morning, you wake up to a message notification. Your heart leaps, thinking it's Tinder Joel, but as you reach for your phone, a sense of dread washes over you. The message is from your father's best friend, Joel Miller, a man you've known since childhood and who has seen you grow up. The preview of the message is enough to make your blood run cold.

11:58: "I think you might have sent this to the wrong person, sweetheart."

Panic sets in as you read the full message and your face flames with embarrassment. You type out a flurry of apologies, each one more frantic than the last. Joel's response is swift and unexpected

8:05am: It's all good, baby girl. You don't need those Tinder boys when I'm right here for ya.

Determined to apologize in person and clear the air, you find yourself outside the sleek glass building that houses Joel's wine company Vita Vino: where every sip is a celebration of life. You certainly don't feel very celebratory at this moment. The receptionist leads you up to the top floor, where Joel's office overlooks the city with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Some random thing I just found in my docs

You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against the coarse hair on his legs, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin. You let your hand drift over to where his boxers lay. With a mixture of reverence and desire, you hook your fingers under the fabric and carefully pull it down just enough to reveal what lies beneath. His cock is there in its resting state—impressive even in repose—thick and long with a softness that belies its potential for hardness and power. You remember how it feels when it grows rigid in your hand or against your thighs; how it fills you completely when he's inside you; how it satisfies an ache within you that only he can reach.

Npts: @pascalssbabyy @sawymredfox @mermaidgirl30 @katiexpunk

@604to647 @bitchesuntitled @alltheirdamn @sixhours @pedrosarmsling

@aurorawritestoescape @vivian-pascal @mothandpidgeon @starry-eyes-love @magpiepills

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut

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crilbyte · 2 days

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💚🎙️Hunted🎙️💚

~Reader x Human!Alastor🪓

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: You go to a speakeasy a friend told you about to escape the problems in your life only to meet a very interesting person, a radio personality that you know... And he immediately seems taken by you.

Warnings/Promises for series: 18+, slow burn, abusive relationship, cheating, alcohol, physical and sexual abuse, murder, cannibalism, oral sex (m & f receiving), noncon, forced pregnancy, miscarriage/abortion

Warnings/Promises for Part 1: 16+, slow burn, abusive relationship, cheating, alcohol, physical abuse

Alastor's ever present and charming grin parted as he spoke his silky words into the mic of his radio booth.

"And with that, we've come to the end of my segment today~. Tune in tomorrow for all the latest local news~!" Alastor finished for the day, and he went off air, taking off his headphones.

"Ah, another successful day... but what will tonight bring~?” Alastor purred as he got ready and left to the streets.

He goes to his regular speakeasy after his shift at the radio station. Mimzy is there, chipper as usual, as well as the other regulars. But there's someone new here today as well. A young woman. She looks down.

"Ah, a fresh face."

You sit at the bar with your chin resting on your hand, one finger tracing the rim of your glass.

Alastor slides onto the barstool beside you, his eyes never leaving you. He leans in, seemingly intrigued by your presence. "What brings you to this little establishment, my dear?"

You startle a little, seemingly lost in your own world before his arrival. "Oh! hello," you begin, looking around to be sure he’s speaking to you.

Alastor chuckles, the sound low and rich as he turns his gaze towards you, "You seemed to be a thousand miles away, my dear. And I do hope that's not the case~"

"Oh, I suppose I was," You say with a blush and a giggle. "I heard from a friend that this place was good so I thought I'd come and try the selection. she wasn't wrong.'' Your voice is bubbly, but he can sense the sadness hidden underneath. You compel him.

Alastor's gaze softens as he listens to the sweetness in your voice, seemingly captivated by your presence. The hidden sadness doesn't escape him, and he reaches out to gently cover your hand with his own, offering a warm smile.

You find yourself blushing again at the sudden intimate contact. "Oh, u- um... How rude of me, I never even asked your name?"

Alastor chuckles softly, removing his hand from yours as he notices the blush on your cheeks. He offers you a dazzling smile, the warmth in his eyes seeming genuine. "Forgive me for being ill-mannered." he bows, leaning in closer, his voice low and smooth. "I'm Alastor, my dear."

"Alas...oh!" You straighten and cover your mouth with the tips of your fingers. "I thought I recognized your voice!" You say excitedly.

Alastor grins at your reaction, his eyes twinkling with mirth at your enthusiasm. "You've heard of me?" he chuckles softly, leaning in closer once more. "I must admit, that's a rare thing around here..."

"Yes!" You smile, the gloom in your eyes clearing. "From your radio show! I listen every chance I get!"

Alastor's eyes twinkle with delight, his lips curling into a wide grin. "Ah, my dear! I do love it when someone recognizes me for my art." he chuckles, reaching to pat your hand gently.

"Oh goodness me, I'm making a fool of myself," you say, covering your mouth again and looking at the floor, embarrassed.

"A fool? far from it." Alastor laughs lightly, the gentle, teasing sound filling the air around you. He leans closer once more, tilting your chin up with his hand so that you meet his gaze. "Never apologize for showing your true self." he says softly, eyes full of warmth and sincerity.

You stare back into his eyes, enraptured. "Then... then I won't," you respond.

Alastor smiles warmly at you, his hand carefully tracing your jawline. "I'm glad to hear that." he murmurs, staring into your eyes with an intensity that makes your heart race. He leans in closer, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you...

You feel your stomach clench, every nerve in your body seeming to alight, just before he pulls back and begins speaking again in his boisterous manner.

Alastor pulls back, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. "Ah, I do hope I didn't make you uncomfortable." he says with a wry grin, patting your leg reassuringly. "I do have a tendency to get carried away sometimes."

"N-no! Not at all. In fact it's been a very long time since anyone has taken an interest in me, for my appearance or otherwise,” you answer shyly. "Not to say that you find me attractive, I wouldn't assume! Oh, shoot..." you cover your face with your hands. Why can't you speak like a normal person!?

Alastor releases a hearty laugh at your outburst, his hand reaching out to gently tap your arm through the fabric of your sleeve. "Do not be so flustered, my dear." he says warmly, voice smoothing away your embarrassment just as easily as his touch does.

You peek over your hands at his grin and find it soothing somehow. "I'm unsure why I find it so difficult to talk to you..." you admit.

Alastor raises an eyebrow, teasing lightly. "Perhaps you are attracted to me, hmm?" he murmurs, lips quirking in a knowing smile. "I jest, of course." His tone is warm and lighthearted, though his eyes glimmer with something more.

"I didn't think that was in question," you say before your eyes widen at the realization of what you just admitted. The blush that is seemingly becoming permanent returns and you scoot your glass of whiskey away from you. "Perhaps I should slow down..."

Alastor smiles, the sight of you blushing making him inexplicably pleased. "Please don't stop on my account." He takes another sip of his drink, watching you with a mix of amusement and genuine interest. "I'm rather enjoying the flattery."

"Well at least there's that," you say with a giggle, picking up your drink to cheers him. "Then perhaps, instead, I'll double down."

Alastor laughs, a deep, genuine sound that radiates warmth. "Now that sounds like a challenge!" He chinks his glass against yours, taking a drink before leaning back and eyeing you with a twinkle in his eye. "Do tell me more about yourself, my dear."

You talk for a good while, him talking about his radio show while you talk about your hobby of gardening and plants. Behind too long you've found yourself relaxed. He seems genuinely interested in your hobbies, smiling as you excitedly go on. You find yourself returning his smile with a genuine one, squeezing his hand gently.

"Are you here most nights?" you ask eventually.

"I could be." Alastor smiles back at you, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. You don't seem afraid of him, Even in the slightest, and it amuses him. He was not about to let you go. "It all depends on my mood. Why?" He laughs softly, leaning back in his seat.

"Because I'd like to come back and see you," you answer, your eyes never straying from his.

His smile widens as he watches you, obviously pleased by your response. It takes a lot to shock him, but you manage it easily, and he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you "Oh really?" He says, raising an eyebrow at you and leaning forward in his seat."

"If it doesn't bother you of course." You smile your first actual smile of the night.

His smile becomes genuine in response, and he shakes his head. "Not at all. I'm always happy to have company... Especially when it's as charming as yours." He says teasingly, raising your hand to his lips and placing a kiss where your pulse flutters.

You feel your heart race at the contact. His lips are soft against your hand. "W- well, I must be going!" you say hurriedly, turning to hide your blush.

He lets go of your hand reluctantly, standing up as well and following you to the door. "Of course." He says softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement at your reaction. He had been planning on getting you alone... But seeing you like this was just as enjoyable.

You turn as he opens the door for you. "Will you be here tomorrow night?" you ask.

He smiles, and leans down to whisper in your ear. "If you want me to be." He says, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He was enjoying your reactions to him.. and it sounded like you enjoyed his teasing just as much. "I'll be expecting you."

With an excited smile, you nod, turning and walking into the night. "I'll see you then!" You wiggle your fingers in a wave goodbye.

He chuckles and waves as well, watching you leave with a fond smile on his face. As soon as you're out of sight, however, he closes the door, turning to lean against it with a predatory smile. "Oh, this is going to be interesting..."

He feels a smack on his arm and looks down to see Mimzy standing there with a towel in hand, as well as a suspicious smirk on her face. "And who was that?" she asks teasingly.

He glances down at Mimzy, his lips quirking up into a smirk of his own. "A little doe." He says nonchalantly, walking back to his seat. "A very interesting little doe indeed." There was never a need for honesty around Mimzy, considering she found out everything anyway.

"Oooh...!" she coos, following him and walking behind the bar. He smiles as she walks up her little step stool in order to refill his glass, tiny thing that she was. "You got a new victim?" she whispers, but not quietly enough for his comfort.

He glares at her over his shoulder, before returning to his relaxed position. He wasn't that worried about it; considering Mimzy never spilled secrets she accidentally found out. But he still wasn't too happy with her whispers. "Shh.”

With a playful sigh, Mimzy rolls her eyes and goes back to attending to other customers.

The next night, you find yourself back at the speakeasy, hoping Alastor is there, only to be quite happy to see him waiting at the bar once more. This becomes a routine. Every few days you show up, always after dark, and stay till around midnight. You talk with Alastor and a few times he even asks you to dance.

Tonight you arrive to find him playing the piano and join him, singing an accompaniment. Of which he seemed to quite enjoy, before walking you to the bar and ordering your usuals. The night is going wonderfully until he notices something peculiar. While Alastor is idly tracing patterns on the table with his finger, he spots a faint tan line on your left ring finger.

"Ah, it seems I stumbled upon a rather interesting fact," His voice suddenly has a dangerous undertone, all traces of amusement gone.

You perk at his statement. "Oh? and so what would that be?" you ask playfully.

Alastor's eyes narrow, the shift sudden and startling. "Well, my dear... It seems you are married." His voice is low, sinister, and his gaze becomes intense as he watches you for a reaction.

With a startled expression, you look down to your hand, covering it and pulling it into your lap. "Oh, shoot. What time is it?" You quickly look up at the clock. "Oh... oh no. I have to go." you say after noticing it's almost morning.

Alastor watches you as you glance at the clock, then back at him. "Leaving in such a hurry?" His voice is calm, but his eyes are cold, watching your every move. "I trust I did not scare you away?" He asks with a knowing smirk.

"Oh!" you turn to him, with a sad look, taking his hands gingerly in yours. "No, no. I promise you, that isn't it. I... I greatly enjoyed your company."

Alastor raises an eyebrow, but he lets you take his hands. "Then why the sudden rush?" He asks calmly, studying you carefully, trying to see if you're lying to him. He hates being played the fool.

You look back at the clock, the worry on your face, evident. "I-I have to be back home. I'm expected,” you explain, not a lie, but not the full truth either.

His gaze sharpens, but he remains outwardly calm. "I see. A pity." He says softly, withdrawing his hands from yours. "Then until next time... Please do take care." He adds with a sly smile, making it sound almost like a threat.

As he watches you leave, regret stitching into the corners of God eyes, he hears a squeaky little voice chime in.

"Oooh! And here I thought you weren't a fan of the girlies?" she teased, sliding his now full glass back to him with a grin.

He chuckles lightly at her teasing, taking the glass of alcohol graciously before continuing his relaxed position. "Everyone has an achille's heel... And this doe here... seems to be mine." The way he speaks of her has a possessive edge to it... "There's something about this one. She's... different."

"Alastor!" the tiny woman gasps as she covers her mouth. "Do you actually like this girl? I was only kidding?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes, leaning forward on the counter to get closer to Mimzy. "Yes, she's... special. And I have reasons to like her." He says in a hushed voice. "Aside from all of her... obvious qualities."

"Al, in all the years I've known you, the most interest you've shown in the opposite sex was wondering how different they might be when you're... well... hunting." she says with large air quotes, not wanting to give away too much. not that anyone was listening.

He chuckles lightly, his eyes lighting up and his lips quirking up in a small smile. "Yes... Well... Sometimes change is nice." He takes a sip of his alcohol, before continuing. "But she is not like that. And..."

"And...?" Mimzy asks, quirking an eyebrow and leaning her questionably large bosom onto the bar.

He gives a mischievous glare towards the door where you left from, squinting. "And she has secrets. I still find myself wanting to hunt her... but not in the usual way."

"Oh? and in what way do you then?" she asks.

He takes another sip of his drink, swirling the liquid around in the glass. "I want to find out more about her. I have a hunch that she isn't what she seems to be at first glance..."

"Huh. Well, I can tell you what I know about her, if you're interested," Mimzy teases, wiping down the bar with a very forced nonchalant expression.

He looks up at her, his eyes narrowing. "I might be." He leans forward again, placing his elbows on the counter.

"Well... as far as I know she's not from this side of town. She's likely from the richer side. So be careful." Mimzy's eyes give a warning look. "People on that side of the tracks tend to be noticed when they go missing, dear."

He sighs, finishing his drink in one gulp. "Yes... I have figured that much out myself. But she is a very interesting woman... and quite beautiful too." He stands up, tossing a few coins on the counter for tip. He then turns to you with a charming smile. "And don't worry. I don't plan on her disappearing. At least not yet."

Over a week goes by with no sign of you. He comes every night still, hoping that night is the one you reappear. Mimzy teases him for his interest, insisting it's romantic, but he shuts her down. He’s never once had any interest in romance, that isn't what this is. Right?

He clenches his jaw at Mimzy's words, letting out a sigh. He takes a seat at the bar, ordering his usual drink. "It's not like that... I just have an interest in finding her is all." *

"And keeping her all to yourself?" she says with a smirk.

He lets out a grumble. Mimzy was lucky to be considered a friend, anyone else who'd think to speak to him like that wouldn't show up for their next birthday.

Alastor's gaze intensifies at her words. He takes a sip of his drink, trying to suppress his frustration and annoyance. "If found, she will be my target... for a time. But that is neither here nor there at the moment. I need to find her first."

"Well today's your lucky day, loverboy." he looks up at her questioningly to see her looking pointedly at the door. As he follows her gaze he sees you entering, scanning the room as though looking for something.

His heart races as his eyes follow hers to the door. His grip tightens around his drink glass, causing the edges to crack under his touch. "Finally..." He watches you for a moment, taking in your appearance before he sets his glass down and stands up. "I'll be back."

"Good luck!" Mimzy cheers, before watching him go. But he doesn’t care, he’s too interested in how your eyes light up the moment they catch sight of him.

"Alastor!" you call out excitedly, running to him and taking his hands in your own.

He catches his breath as you call his name. He smiles, trying to keep his excitement contained. "Hello..." He says softly, taking your hands in his own. His heart races under your touch, almost forgetting himself for a moment. "I know! I'm so sorry! I couldn't get away until today," You begin to explain.

He nods, understanding your reasons for disappearing. He leads you to a quiet booth in the corner of the room, away from prying eyes.

"I've been looking for you…” he admits, not wanting to let go of your hand.

"But as a radio personality, you must meet so many people...?" you ask, having a hard time believing him. "There must be infinitely more interesting people in your life than me?"

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "No, I can honestly say that you are different." His tone is sincere, and he looks at you with admiration. "You're more... real, than most people I meet... and I can't seem to get enough of you."

You blush deeply and smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. "You're just saying that."

He takes a moment to let his words sink in before responding, his gaze never leaving yours. "No, I'm not." His tone is gentle, almost soothing, as if he's trying to convince you of his sincerity. "You seem to have a certain spark about you..." He reaches out to tuck the strand of hair back behind your ear again, his eyes never leaving yours.

You seem stunned at this, your eyes wide and unable to find your voice. His smile only falters when he notices you’re wearing more makeup over one cheek than the other. With a swipe of his thumb he reveals it to be true, and underneath is a slightly more red spot than your skin. A healing bruise. It's then that he notices you’re also wearing a shawl, despite it being the middle of June and much too hot for it.

His smile fades and his stare intensifies, taking in your appearance, his expression darkens with concern. "What happened here?" He asks quietly, tilting your chin up to examine the bruise further, his other hand reaching for your shawl to remove it.

You let out a yelp as he pulls it off your shoulders, worry flooding your expression. He can clearly see handprint shaped bruises on your upper arms that you'd been hiding underneath it.

His expression turns grave as he takes in the sight of the bruises on your arms. He gently places the shawl back around your shoulders, covering you up. "Who did this to you?" His tone is now deadly serious, his eyes never leaving yours.

"No one, it's nothing," you say, trying to downplay the severity of the sight before him. but he catches you fiddling with your left hand, nervously twisting at a ring that isn't there.

His eyes narrow, picking up on your nervous tic instantly. "Don't lie to me, little doe. Something has clearly happened to you, and I want to know who did this." His voice is low, dangerous even, as he stares you down unblinkingly. "Your husband?"

Your eyes widen and he sees you straighten at the guess. Dead on, he assumes.

His jaw clenches, anger visibly rising within him as he stares you down, the tension between them palpable. After what feels like an eternity, he speaks. "He will die." He says with a frightening calmness.

"No!" you cry out, taking his trembling fist in your hands.

His eyes shoot up to meet yours, but he doesn't pull away at your touch. Instead, his eyes soften ever so slightly at the look of panic and fear in your own. "He's hurt you, repeatedly." He says, his voice strained with suppressed rage. "Marks like this are never the first."

"It's not what you think, really. Please." He can tell from your tone, pleading, that you’re lying, that you just want to avoid confrontation.

His eyes bore into yours, searching for the truth. He can tell you're lying, but he doesn't call you out on it. His jaw clenches again and his grip tightens around your hands gently. *One day, little doe. One day.* He promises to himself. After a long moment of silence, as his eyes bore into your own, he sighs.

"I will pretend to believe you." He says, the rage once again hidden beneath layers of charm and sophistication. "But know this little doe, if he ever touches you like that again..."

Something flares in you and you stand quickly. "I don't believe it's any of your business?" You say with a forcefulness he didn't think you had in you.

His eyes flash with a hint of amusement. He rises to stand before you, close, but not touching. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "I make it my business when someone I've taken a liking to is being abused, little doe."

You take in a sharp breath at the word 'abuse' and he senses you've not truly come to terms with it all yet. With a huff, you turn to leave, but he stands.

Gently, but insistently, he takes hold of your arm. His grip is firm, but not bruising, and he holds your gaze with soft, sincere eyes. "Please, stay." He says, his voice kind and genuine."

"Alastor, you speak out of turn," you say quietly, not turning to face him. "You spoke ill of my husband to my face."

"I speak the truth, little doe. I do not approve of how he treats you." He says with conviction. "I dislike him, and I'm not afraid to admit it." His voice is full of confidence, the edge of anger not having disappeared.

"You don't even know my husband. you don't even truly know me?" you say under your breath.

His grip loosens at your words, a hint of disappointment appearing in his gaze. "You are correct. I do not know him, nor have I known you for very long. But the bruises on your arm and the fear in your eyes tell me all that I need to know. Please, little doe, do not make excuses for him. Not when it comes to this." His tone is passionate and sincere.

You pull your hand from his grasp. "I'm sorry. I must return home," you say, beginning to walk towards the door again, all without ever looking at him.

"No." He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly as if protecting you from further harm. "Do not defend him. Do not defend this," he says, a hand gently touching your arm where one of the bruises hides just beneath your shawl.

You blush at his sudden embrace, pinching your eyes shut tightly before pulling away from him once more and making a mad dash for the exit.

He watches you go, a look of concern on his face. He doesn't stop you from leaving, knowing that any further resistance would only result in causing more harm. He sighs heavily and turns away, his hands clenched tightly into fists as if holding back a surge of emotion.

"Well that was certainly something," he hears Mimzy's voice say from behind him. "What happened here?"

"I've found my prey," Alastor says menacingly under his breath.

"Oh, so you're going hunting for her after all?" she asks with a cute edge to the curiosity in her voice.

"No. I will not hunt her," he says, his voice softer now. As he speaks, he gazes down at the floor, as if lost in thought. "I'll be hunting her husband."

I'm very excited for this. I've got this one totally planned out and it's spicy! I hope you enjoy.

Credit to the artists at the top, Human Alastor & Human & demon Alastor

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isa-ghost · 3 days

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In honor of phil confirming that (most) rp phils are the same, maybe some headcanons about q!phil with some of the ex-dsmp members? Or veterans/smpearth?

For the sake of keeping tons of opportunity for more Phil/DSMP member headcanons in the future, I'll focus one duo! And it'd be a fucking crime if I didn't start with Emduo >:)

I WILL say here for anyone thinking of sending more Phil/DSMP requests: I will not be doing Dream Team or Wilbur & Phil. Even though the latter had a huge impact on cPhil. Might change my mind in the future and just gag through it (/lh) but,, for now, no. Fuck that guy.

These might be more general Emduo than DSMP Era specific but hey, that leaves room for more requests too. :D

Dear god these are reminding me I should rewatch Phil's DSMP vods, I'm so rusty on this shit. Apologies in advance if suddenly I get insane about cPhil in the future LMAO.

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First off, I personally don't ship them romantically. I'm not even sure about shipping them as a QPR, that's a maybe. But I do know they were ride or die brothers in arms. The unstoppable force to the other's immovable object. A duo that's down in history in every realm Phil's been in so far.

Even so, just bc he had no feelings of that kind for Techno specifically, spending so much time with him as just the two of them still contributed to him going "Hm. Yknow what, I think I could see myself having a male life partner maybe." So thanks Techno for still playing SOME part in Phil's journey into being fruity.

Techno was one of the first immortals Phil ever encountered, at least the first one he befriended and stayed around long term. It.. was a breath of fresh air to say the least. To know he had eternity with Techno if all things went well, to never have to fear being alone again, knowing there'd always be a when I see you again.

But Techno was immortal, not invulnerable. Same as Phil. Phil was shattered when he lost him. It's by far the worst instance of being reminded he's permanently fated to lose any and all attachments he makes.

Techno found endless entertainment in Phil basically playing Get Off My Lawn with every other member ever whenever they'd come bother the two in their tundra home. He'd purposely go without additional measures to keep people out and away just because he loved watching Phil deal with it or hearing him rant about how many times he had to while Techno was asleep or away.

Phil personally did NOT like some of the "allyships" Techno chose to make, but he was still ride or die with him, so he tolerated them and helped him. And he trusts Techno. He knows in the end, Techno saw some kind of benefit for them. Or the two of them mutually agreed that the destruction entailed in the task was worth it.

Though that changed throughout their time in DSMP. Repeatedly being used and weaponized or crawled to out of desperation rather than genuine desire. It made Phil HATE people for a while, especially mortals. It's why QSMP has him so fucked up present day. For an entire year he was wanted by people, for him. He encouraged Techno to go as ballistic as he did. Even if it was a means to someone else's ends, if they were brutal then at least it demonstrated that the two of them were NOT to be fucked with or taken for granted.

The fucking house arrest and "festival." GOD. That was the first time in a long time Emduo had endured some kind of trauma together. It kicked Phil while he was already down. The fact that none of them cared how he felt or thought in the wake of putting his son out of his misery, now they were giving him a front row seat to the execution of the only person close to him he had left in this realm. Techno felt like the only tangible thing he had left, and they had the audacity to force him to watch them attempt to rip that thing away as if he hadn't lost enough or didn't care that he did. The attempt made Phil EXTREMELY protective of Techno, even though Techno was extremely able to handle himself.

The Syndicate was Emduo's attempt at a found family of their own. What L'Manberg had going was solid minus the government part, it wasn't the community that was the problem. As two immortals who didn't have much besides each other, it was nice to take in a couple people who'd been wronged or forsaken just like them and give them a place to belong and hopefully find some peace. Besides, Phil LOVED being a mentor for them, showing them how to fight & such. Training them alongside Techno,, 🤩 That was his happy place, teaching others to be as strong as them.

Phil's always been more of a Support role guy. He's said it himself plenty of times. That went for Techno especially. He let Techno call the shots, and he'd be at his side no matter what. There's something to be said about how in the same way Etoiles said "I am your arms, just tell me who needs to die," Phil was very much the same way for Techno.

God, honestly, aside from the whole being used repeatedly thing, DSMP gave Phil so much nostalgia for SMPE. Him and Techno vs everything else. He'd missed wearing those antarctic outfits.

When he arrived in DSMP, he didn't expect Techno to be there. He was ELATED, even though he was nowhere near in the emotional state to show it.

I am OBLIGATED to mention the oopsie with the creeper in Techno's cabin. Phil was so bad at playing dumb about it and pretending it never happened. Techno would've never let him live it down.

Phil often falls into mentor roles whenever he's among people. He did no differently in DSMP. But not for Techno. He always appreciated how Techno didn't need him, he wanted him. Now that he's gone, Phil really hopes he finds that kind of companionship again. It's not quite the same as what he has with Kristin or Rose.

After Techno left DSMP, Phil grew even more protective of the tundra. He viciously forbid anyone outside of the Syndicate from coming around unless they had a damn good reason. He'd sooner throw his friendship emerald in lava than let something happen to the cabins while Techno was gone, no matter how long that might've been.

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ltash · 3 days

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You pour your heart out infront of Ghost and confess your feelings.

I did it!" I exclaimed, the thrill of success coursing through me.

"Great job," Ghost said, his voice filled with pride. "I knew you could do it."

As the rush of excitement coursed through me, I couldn't contain my joy. Without a second thought, I threw my arms around Ghost, pulling him into a tight embrace. His solid frame enveloped me, his warmth and strength grounding me in the moment.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with elation.

His arms wrapped around me in return, holding me close as he chuckled softly. Despite my initial embarrassment at my impulsive gesture, I couldn't help but revel in the euphoria of the moment.

Feeling the sudden rush of self-consciousness, I pulled back from the embrace, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I quickly tucked loose strands of hair behind my ears, attempting to regain my composure. The fading light of the setting sun cast eerie shadows around us, accentuating Ghost's imposing figure in the darkness.

My heart raced as I tried to find the right words to break the awkward silence that had settled between us.

Feeling his gentle grasp on my wrist, I turned back to face him, uncertainty flickering in my eyes. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his brown eyes reflecting concern.

I nodded, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed, I guess."

His grip on my wrist loosened, but he didn't let go entirely. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence comforting yet enigmatic.

"Take all the time you need," he said, his voice gentle yet.

"I trust you more than myself, Ghost," I confessed, the words carrying a weight of vulnerability yet also a sense of liberation. "I had never been this close to any man in my life before. I didn't even have any friends left except one or two. I never let anybody near me before you came into my life. If it was someone else, I am certain he would have taken advantage of me, but you never even touched me without my permission."

As I poured out my heart to him, Ghost listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and empathy. When I finally fell silent, he remained silent for a moment, as if carefully considering his response.

"I hear you, Nora," he began, his voice low and reassuring. "Trust isn't something easily given, especially to someone like me, but I want you to know that I take it seriously. You've been through a lot, and I respect your courage in opening up to me."

He paused, his gaze unwavering as he continued, "I may not have much to offer, but I'll do my best to protect you, to be the person you can rely on. You're not alone anymore, Nora. I'm here, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Simon's breath caught in his throat as I confessed my feelings to him. His hand trembled slightly as I guided it to my chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat beneath his touch. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we gazed into each other's eyes, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us.

"I..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know what to say."

His eyes searched mine, a whirlwind of emotions flickering across his features. In that moment, I saw vulnerability, uncertainty, but also something deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable.

"Simon," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "just feel it."

And as his hand rested against my chest, feeling the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, I knew that no words were needed. In that silent exchange, we found a connection that transcended language, a bond that spoke volumes in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

I came out of my daze when I heard the sounds of gunshots and screams of the armed guards stationed near the main gate. Fear gripped me as I instinctively hid behind Ghost. He had the sniper rifle in his hand, loading it with swift precision. His eyes were cold and focused, totally transformed from the warmer ones I just saw.

"Take this," he said, handing me a small gun from his thigh holster. The weight of it in my hand felt unfamilier and intimidating.

"I think they are here, shoot them on sight." He ordered.

"But how can I-" I began, my voice trembling but he cut me off.

"You can do this. Trust me," he said firmly, turning off the safety lock of the gun.

"Its fully loaded. Be careful. I'm going to kill them. You stay here and don't come out until I tell you. Stay frosty!"

With that, he turned and ran towards the main entrance, his movements fluid and quick like a predator on the hunt.

I swallowed hard, clutching the gun tightly I ran back towards the stable. I hid behind my horses in the haystacks, trying to calm my racing heart. The sounds of gunfire and shouts echoed through the air, each one sending a jolt of fear through me. But Simon's words echoed louder through my mind.

I could do this. I had to trust him.

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"Did you really have to tie me like this? I feel like I'm about to be raped"

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Summary: Coworkers Chan and Y/N where Chan has had feelings for Y/N but just a bit apprehensive about getting rejected. A team party brings out the feelings from Chan.

Pairing: Coworker!Chris X Coworker!Y/N

Genre: suggestive, fluff maybe??, mention of passionate kissing, Chan getting tied up, drunk confessions, mention of rape.

Note: The Chan mentioned here is no where related to the idol Stray Kids and is just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

A/N: Chan was chosen as the next fic request and in the list of topics the "Chan's Drunk confession" was voted the most.

"Y/N... you are pretty", he said for the 35th time and the next time, "Y/N.." he started. "I am pretty, isn't it?" completed Y/N. "No I love you!!!! I have always been, and will always!!!!! Care to be my girlfriend?" he asked. "Finally!!!! Do you know how many days I have waiting for this?" she replied with a smile on her face.

Chan and Y/N have always been colleagues, Chan's love for Y/N had no bounds. Whenever Y/N wanted a helping hand in her coding, the brainy Chan would come to her assistance. When he saw her walking to grab a bottle, he would too in the name of seeing her. Though having different cabinets they were faced opposite to each other, but Chan wanted to watch her throughout her life. Ask him why he liked her. Was it because she was beautiful? No. Was it because she was helpful? No. Was it because she was a good colleague? No. It was because she always had such a carefree attitude, if anything went wrong she wouldn't get upset or feel bad about it, instead, she would see the good side to it. An Optimistic person. She knew how to handle things carefully. A supportive senior for her juniors. All this character made him fall for her. At times he found it hot when Y/N was bossy with her close mates. Yearning to be in that circle and be under the influence of a dominant Y/N made Chan fall for her even more.

Chan had tried multiple times to confess it through something else but in vain. Once he sent a bouquet of flowers during valentine's. Despite knowing it, she announced it in the group chat asking the person to come in person to confess to her if he had the guts. Our man had no guts to and didn't. Similarly, during their common outing, he asked her if he wanted to help her build the tent and she retorted saying she could help herself. Y/N didn't want to brag, but was very happy to have Chan fall in love with her, she too fell for him and wanted him to come out of the zone to make him comfortable enough and not make him feel all restless. Hence she decided to hide her feelings, till Chan himself confessed to her.

The project Chan and Y/N worked on was well appreciated by the client and to celebrate the happy moment the team (had other members as well!!) gathered for a few drinks that night. A few rounds later, Chan who was seen drunk approached a yet sober Y/N. "Is this place free? Can I sit here?" he asked. "Mm, sure. Why not?" answered Y/N. "A--Actu---Actually, I have been wanting to tell you something? "he stuttered. "Go ahead, I'm all ears" she said. "Y/N you are pretty!!!" he started. And that's how Chan confessed to Y/N. The moment he confessed, he went giddy and fell unconscious on the table. As the party came to a conclusion. Y/N decided to take Chan to his house. Ofc!!!! We girls are the best stalkers when it comes to our boys, so we definitely know their whereabouts. When Y/N drove home, she rolled the windows down to let Chan breathe the natural air to help him sober up. As soon as she reached the home, she took him up the stairs, entered the door, and went to his bedroom to make him lay on it comfortably. She removed his shoes and went for a change of clothes. By now, Chan had woken up from being unconscious, but was still drunk. When she opened the buttons of his shirt, he pushed her hand away, saying, "Who are you? I'm Y/N's. Only she can touch me" he said. Seeing his vulnerable state made Y/N laugh and then literally had to fight for her life, when she changed clothes for him. Chan's hands were always on work. Feeling too sweaty, he decided to remove his pants, when Y/N stopped him from. After, changing his clothes, she made him drink water, and when she tucked his sheets, she felt a huge grip on her waist. When she turned to take his hands off her, he pulled her into a kiss. Man was really too hot or maybe passionate I guess, he bit her lips when he was kissing and when she broke out, she felt the iron smell from her lips which she realised blood. "Christopher Chan, you menace!!!! It's really tough dealing with you when you're drunk. Look at you all acting afraid till yesterday as though I would eat you up alive, and now having all the guts to kiss me, when you couldn't even confess when you're sober." she said and went to the cupboard to search for another shirt. The reason why? To tie his hands to the bedpost so that he doesn't engage in any other mishap. Once it was all done, she went to sleep on the couch. She set an alarm so that she could wake up early to prepare a hangover cure for her so called boyfriend.

Chan woke up the morning with a splitting headache. Unable to move his hands, he had to check if he was at home or if someone had kidnapped him. When he saw the ceiling, the window and its blinders, he was sure it was his house. "Excuse me" he shouted for help. Y/N came in with a ladle. "Y/N, what is this? Why are you home? Who tied me up?" he asked. "Hold on, Chill!! One at a time" she replied. "For your first question. Mr. Chris, I tied you up. For the second one, I was the one who brought you home when you passed out after getting drunk" she said raising the ladle. "And finally for the third one, I was the one who tied you up" she finally finished. "Y/N.. Why.. Why do you seem like you got hurt on your lips, did anyone attack you? Why have you tied me up?". "It's not wound by hurt, it was your passionate kiss, in the process of kissing, you bit me." she said smirking. "If someone had attacked me, it was none other than you.. As for why I have tied you, your hands seem to be a menace, they hugged my waist, pulled me down, didn't allow me to change your shirt, and was about to remove your pants" she emphasised pointing to where his zippers were. "Did you really have to tie me like this? I feel like I'm about to be raped" he said with his eyes focussing on those ties and with a hint of embarrassment. "If I didn't tie your hands, I don't know what all those hands would have done to me, also, I don't mind raping you either...." she said suggestively. Hearing this from Y/N, made him look at her with shock. "Y/N?? Wh- What do you mean?" he asked. "The entire office including me knew you were the one to offer flowers to me, Even a fool would know the amount of love you directed towards me. Why would you hesitate to let your feelings out? Afraid of rejection? I wanted you to take time to confess to me, and that's why I waited" she added. "But I didn't confess to you yet" he said. "Chan, I get that you're the one with lots of brain, but I think it doesn't help when it comes to love or romance I guess." she said as she went close to him to untie the knot. "You dummy, you confessed to me yesterday" she said narrowing the gap between the two. "How about we enjoy becoming a couple with a kiss, but hey! no biting me." she suggested as she went in for a kiss.

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For My Princess Only: Chapter 1

inspired by elliot as sinbad cuz why not. also, i took aladdin as a reference since i recently watched the live action one. you may or may not find south asian references cuz welp, i'm a brown person.

summary: You did not expect yourself to fall for a commoner, that too a bandit out of all the men who wanted you. But what happens when your safety is threatened and your father, the king, learns about your secret lover? pairing: Bandit!Kyle Gaz Garrick x Princess!Reader warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader of arab/south asian descent, slight cursing, historic misogyny and objectification of women mentioned now playing: Aayat by Arijit Singh word count: 1145 words(one thousand one hundred and forty five words)

She sighed at the warmth of the weather, chariot wheels rolling on the dusty roads to carry her and her father, the king, through the city and back to the palace. The horses moved rather slow in her opinion, she preferred that they'd hurry up and end this random stroll her father planned. "Stroll more like parading me around...," she thought. Did he ever think about how she felt when he showed her off like an object? Like a jewel sitting on his crown, like the emerald on his necklace? Was she there for him to boast and flaunt?

She pulled her shawl over her chest, covering herself as much as possible not only from the hot air, but also from the ogling eyes of the common men at the busy market. No one could keep their eyes off her, even women and children. Their huge smiles made her feel even more burdened about the future heir they all wanted. Her father was apparently growing old, her mother already had begun to bother her about suitors. Princess didn't understand why she had to marry so early and that too to someone she didn't even love. Couldn't she just spend the rest of her life reading and writing poetry like a hopeless romantic, waiting for the love of her life to come save her? Or maybe she could bathe in milk and roses, oil her hair, sprinkle perfume on herself and finally wear the jewels of her choice?

But alas, the daydream lasted only a few minutes before she heard her father's voice, him telling her to smile and appear more attentive of the city and her subjects. She were supposed to be the future queen, how would she participate in royal matters if she didn't know about her own kingdom?

Her eyes emptily wandered off to the smiles and curious eyes on her as your chariot moved forward, all of them looked the same. Except him. Except those two shiny brown eyes she spotted amongst many. She noticed his glimmering dark skin, his messy open hair, the beads hanging off a loose braid right in front of his face. She could only catch a glimpse of him before she lost him in the crowd and the horses trotted away, carrying her back to the castle. He didn't look like a man of a lot of fortune. But something about him stuck with her.

Perhaps it was the curve of his lips as he smiled, perhaps it was how mischievous he looked, or maybe it was the thought of leaving everything behind and living independently as a commoner that came washing along with his presence in her life. Life as a royal isn't how commoners think it is. She was trapped in a cage made of gold with the finest grain thrown at her without care. She thought she was better off living as a simple lady, raising a home where she only had to take care of herself and her livelihood, perhaps with a lover, instead of sitting with handmaidens who praised her beauty and gossiped about princes from other kingdoms seeking their future queens.

Being a princess, she was more than just trapped. She couldn't choose whom to love, she couldn't decide her schedules, she could not even choose what jewelry to wear despite its abundance. Responsibilities after responsibilities, yet she wasn't treated like anything but an object to be gawked at, bag of gold to be traded.

The chariot reached the palace and the princess was more than enthusiastic to reach her chambers. Locking herself in, she let her handmaidens strip her of her royal attire before helping her in her resting garments. A simple gown and a mesh shawl to wrap around her shoulders. She dismissed them and picked up her diary, fingers absentmindedly moving towards the quill on her desk. It seemed like a poem wove in her mind and she had to write it down before it disappeared like the handsome man she saw at the city.

like my feet seek the ground like my lungs seek air i find myself yearning for you before you fade from my memories before you withdraw from my grasp

"Perfect." she thought, as she buried her nose into the page and inhaled the smell of the ink on the fresh page. Unbeknownst to her, the mysterious man's smile engraved itself in her heart entwined with the fragrant roses in her room and the verse she just composed. She wanted to meet the man again, perhaps stare into his sun-kissed amber irises for an eternity if time and luck was on her side.

"Is this what it means to fall in love with someone at first sight? Is this what all those books talk about?"

She couldn't help but giggle to herself softly, orange rays of sunset entering her room through the window. She dropped her diary on the bed, carefully keeping the quill back in its place before running off to the open window. Evening breeze hit her hair, swaying the strands over her face as she daydreamed about the handsome stranger before the sound of her closest handmaiden's voice reminded her of reality.

"Your Highness, it's time for your daily bath. You must cleanse yourself before your dinner with His and Her Majesty."

She stood by the door, fresh clothes in her hand. Princess turned to face her, the smile still stuck to her lips as she jogged over to her. Grabbing her shoulders, she pulled her inside and closed the door. Sitting the surprised lady down with herself on the bed, she flashed her pearly whites while asking her a rather baffling question.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"I-Is this about the prince who sent you the most beautiful vase for your roses as a gift, Your Highness?"

She chuckled, shaking her head at the surprised look the older lady gave her. Her hands slowly fixed the mesh shawl over her shoulders as she sighed dreamily. Seeing her antics, the handmaiden gave her a small smile before taking off the lovestruck girl's earrings and pearl necklace for her.

"Not him, but it is the most wonderful feeling in this world to be in love.."

"Indeed, only a few people can afford to marry out of love. But you, Your Highness, can make anybody fall in love at once. Your beauty and kindness can even make a tiger bow to you out of respect."

The princess chuckled and stood up yet again, taking her diary and looking at the poem she crafted. She twirled, letting her dress flow and sat down on the windowsill, smelling the ink on the page. Her face lit up with the sweetest smile when the face of that man flashed in front of her eyes. Yes, that was definitely how love at first sight felt like.

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mingisdoll · 3 days

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The rulers of Clubs

Sadly, this is the last installment of my mini-series. I'm sad to see this go but I had a lot of fun writing it! Stick around for more brand new fics. Love you all <3

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“Yeah. I’m ready”

Seonghwa and Yeosang both nodded and the five of you soon walked outside the castle. The carriage was waiting for the three of you. Yeosang got in first while Seonghwa was held back by Hongjoong and you were held back by Jongho. You giggled at the human personification of a bear hugging you tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

He murmured sadly in your ear and your heart melted at the way he wasn’t letting you go. He wasn’t usually such a clingy person, but after last night, he changed his ways. There was something about you that affected all the rulers of Wonderland. Several minutes pass and Jongho finally, albeit reluctantly, let you go. He spun you around and kissed you gently before smiling his precious gummy smile.

“Come visit me if you decide to stay in Wonderland. If not, I can arrange for you a trip to Storybrooke.”

“I’ll think about it.”

After one last smile from Jongho, you bid him goodbye and got into the carriage with Seonghwa and Yeosang. Both men were giving you a teasing look and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You guys are cute. I can't decide whether you should stay with him or Mingi.”

“She’ll decide if she chooses to stay with us. If not, we can work together with Jongho to arrange a trip to Storybrooke for her. And maybe us too. It’s been a while since I went on vacation.”

Both men nodded in agreement to their little settlement before relaxing in their seats while the carriage took them to the last castle in Wonderland. You grew a little sad since your journey was about to end. Unless you decided to stay of course. The choice was up to you at the end of the day. After all, you needed a safe haven to stay in so you could hide from Peter Pan.

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Loud.

That’s how you described the Clubs castle.

And bright too.

As the three of you exited the carriage, you had to squint and adjust your eyes to the shininess of the last castle. It was decked out in gold with hints of black paint plastered on random sides of the walls. Seonghwa saw you struggling with adjusting your vision so he handed you a pair of sunglasses. You gratefully took them and put them on before proceeding to enter the castle.

The inside of the castle wasn’t as bright but it was so loud. Strange machines with stranger symbols were everywhere. Some patrons of the castle were cheering over winning something while other patrons were jeering over losing something. You were confused and a bit overwhelmed. You tugged on Yeosang’s sleeve and he pulled you closer to him protectively.

“Don’t worry. We’re almost there.”

You nodded and continued walking with the two men until you reached a secluded area. This area was quieter and you couldn’t be happier. Until the smell of cigar smoke hit you. You coughed a bit and Seonghwa grew worried before fishing a face mask out of his pocket. You gingerly put it on and you were glad this face mask had filters in it so you could breathe in fresh air properly.

“You probably aren’t used to casinos.” Seonghwa joked lightly and you looked confused.

“What’s a casino?”

Seonghwa winced internally and looked to Yeosang for help, to which he happily obliged by turning to you so he could explain.

“A casino is a place filled with a lot of temptation and ways to waste your life away. From spending money on slot machines or poker tables to drinking the most luxurious liquor.”

“I’ve heard of poker before but what are these slot machines that you speak of?”

“See those brightly colored machines that make pretty sounds and have money symbols on them? Those are the slot machines.”

As you observed the patrons winning or losing their money, you were confused as to why people waste the money they worked so hard for in these silly games. ‘To each their own I guess.’ You thought to yourself and shrugged before walking into a fancy room with Seonghwa and Yeosang.

Servants of all kinds immediately swarmed the three of you and asked kindly if they could take your jacket and hang it somewhere or if they could offer you a drink. You politely declined the drink offer but you nodded at the offer of having your jacket taken and hung somewhere. After all, it was growing a bit hot in this casino-esque castle. After shrugging off your pinstripe blazer, you handed it over to the servant and watched her scurry off with it carefully. You found Seonghwa and Yeosang talking amongst themselves and you decided to sit next to Seonghwa. Seonghwa noticed your presence and smiled before kissing your forehead.

“They’ll be here shortly.”

You nodded and decided to make small talk with the two men, occasionally stopping to ask some of the servants for water since it was hot in the room. A minute later, two new men walked into the room and you gulped nervously as they sat down in front of Seonghwa and Yeosang.

The first man was super tall. He had red streaks in his hair and his hands were adorned with different accessories. One hand was covered with a leather glove while the other was covered with unique silver accessories. It complimented the classic suit and tie he wore. You couldn’t stop staring at his hands. They were so pretty and huge. They were bigger than Mingi’s hands! They definitely fit his tall stature. His smile was bright and his mannerisms were similar to a golden retriever. He seemed composed and poised when he first walked in, but all of that changed when he greeted Seonghwa and Yeosang. He was jumpy and his laugh sounded heavenly in your ears. You were so busy admiring the first man that you didn’t notice the second man approaching you and sitting down beside you.

“Hey.”

His soft and airy voice made you jump a bit when he whispered in your ear and he chuckled slightly before wrapping a buff arm around your shoulders. That’s when you noticed the appearance of the second man.

You wanted to flee due to the fact that his large size was intimidating you.

The second man simply wore a black leather vest and black jeans. The vest was a bit small on his body, showing off his tiny waist and accentuating his broad shoulders. His jeans clung nicely to his slim legs. You then looked up and saw a small smile on this handsome man’s face. His eyes were sharp and cat-like yet they softened when his gaze fell upon you. His jawline was also sharp and his bright red hair was pushed back and swept to one side. You noticed a single gold ring on his index finger and appreciated the simplicity of his accessory. You now were too busy admiring the second man to notice the first man sitting behind you and tapping your shoulder.

You were sandwiched in between these two big bitches and you had no idea on what the fuck else to do.

“Hi.”

You wanted to sink into the couch and hide.

The first man’s voice was deep, just like Yeosang’s and Mingi’s. And you felt a little flustered after hearing that.

“Don’t be shy, kitty. We don’t bite.” The second man said.

“Unless you want us to.” The first man said.

Their voices were so low and deep that the only thing you could do was muster up and emit a squeak.

The four mean soon erupted into fits of laughter upon hearing the adorable noise you made. Due to second hand embarrassment, you hid your face in your hands. That didn’t last long since the human personification of a cat grabbed your hands and took them away gently.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to laugh. You’re just so cute and adorable. No wonder Seonghwa calls you a good girl. You definitely are one.”

You wanted to run to Yeosang and hide in his chest. This was too much. You felt a gloved hand clasp your bare shoulder and looked to see the tall man give you the kindest smile. You felt at ease knowing his smile comforted you yet you still felt bashful and flustered.

“Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Yunho. I’m the King of Clubs.”

“I’m San. I’m the Jack of Clubs.”

You shyly introduced yourself to them and San cooed at the sight of you being so adorable and flustered. San brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. Yunho did the same to your other hand. When the five of you finally got up, you felt yourself being lifted by San.

HOW STRONG WAS THIS DUDE?!

“Come. We have much to discuss. And it just so happens to be dinner time. Let’s eat.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

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Several hours later, the five of you finished eating to your heart’s content and were now sipping on some dessert wines that were imported from Camelot at Yunho’s request. As the night settled down, Yunho was the first to speak to you. “So now that you have visited all of us here in Wonderland, what do you think of the place?”

“It’s definitely a lot safer here than Neverland and I feel so welcomed by all of you. You’ve taken great care of me and if you will allow me, I would love to stay here. There’s honestly nothing for me in Storybrooke so I think I’ll be fine here.”

San was giddy upon hearing that and he sprang up from his seat to envelop you in a bone crushing hug. He nuzzled his cheek against yours affectionately before letting you go and returning to his seat. Yunho simply smiled with relief.

“I’m so glad to hear that. And I know Mingi and Jongho will be excited once the news of your permanent residence reaches over to them. This calls for a toast actually!” The five of you raised your glasses high.

“To our new resident! She will no longer be a Lost Girl!”

You were home.

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Hi Toast! I hope you are doing well. I noticed that you've not posted in awhile and just wanted to check that you are doing okay! I hope today is wonderful and that you get to do something that you love! ❤

Hey love! I'm doing... Okay, to say the very least. Fallen into a deep chasm of ✨ depression ✨ and it's kinda un-yee'd my haw's, as one would say.

But we keep hanging on! It's been a rough scene for writing (I swear my laptop dustier than an abandoned barn, my virtual villagers are def ded) but my heart years back to the times I was here every day, interacting with you beautiful people. Actively going to therapy now, and even got unpaid leave with an open invitation to come back whenever I feel better, which is hella rare for my branch of work. My bosses are the best 🥹 (Or then I work too hard and they fear losing me lmao)

But I'm still rocking to country music and going 'hehe that's Mace/Alice/Judge/Sadie' on a weekly basis.

I'm sorry I left y'all hanging, it wasn't my intention! My brains just not been my friend for some time. I understand if people look at me as if I'm not serious about this game because of it, but I swear I'm doing my very bestest to get 'er done ♥️ I'm feeling better in the membrane now, so there's a chance I'll flood y'all dashes with stuff and things, that's for sure.

And for any of the *squints* three anons who sent hate to my asks while I was off, I'm sorry for the delay and for not banging out a demo while it's still very much unfinished, for not updating you on my shortcomings and very personal life that is too complicated to air live on dash, and, quote, being a fucking liar and a lazy shit, I am sorry. Not the last one though, that was super rude and you should feel bad :)

Thank you for your sweet message, love, it's really eased my anxiety about coming back <3 You're the best!

#wcv answered #i can already sense the 'hey look who's back' notifications #sorry for that hehe #but yeah it's been a Time in my Life #and the writing's just not done got done :/ I'm sorry

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Do you love my daddy?

Vladimir Makarov x babysitter fem Reader

Let's imagine Makarov has a daughter, he's a single dad and you have been his daughter's babysitter since... The first time he saw you holding her in your arms, what if during these years you not only developed feelings for the little girl but also for her father too? What if one day your secret is discovered by her and runs to spill the Beans?

Warning: I know it says 'x Fem reader ' but I think you can read it as a Neutral, there's no physical description. Spelling and grammatical errors, as always I think is not probably the best story but I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been feeling a little depressed and this one was waiting on the list.

From the moment the little baby was in Vladimir's arms, he knew he needed someone capable enough to protect his daughter, someone strong but also with a warm and noble heart to love the girl as if was hers.

He spent long days and nights trying to find someone with those characteristics and spent long sleepless nights with the newborn baby, it was a hard mission, until he found you, totally unexpected, he was driving while his precious baby girl was in the backseat, he was so focused on the baby who was crying disconsolately that he almost hit you with the car, you reacted quickly and yelled at him.

«HEY! Focus on the road asshole!»

That's when he saw you, he was ready to put a bullet in your precious skull until he remembered there was a baby with him who suddenly stopped making noise. The baby was still crying but not breathing. He stopped the car right there and ran to open the door, you thought he was going to give you problems but he totally ignored you, that's when you saw him carrying a baby in his arms, something was wrong, you saw the baby's red face changing to purple. It wasn't breathing, a sobbing spasm.

«Baby, come on, breath, what's going on!?»

Without thinking too much you walked to him and took the baby from his arms.

He didn't try to protest, you put the baby in the next seat, you started to talk to the baby with a soft voice, in calm, while she was laying on one side, you were giving her small pats and rubbing her back with your free hand.

- It's okay baby, breath, I need you to take air, come on honey, you can do it, you're scaring your daddy.

The baby was getting more purple so you increased the intensity of the pats In her back and held her, positioning her tiny body over your forearm with her head resting over your palm.

Vladimir didn't know the fear until that moment, he was afraid, pleading you could do something when finally, his daughter made a noise again, a strong and loud whimper. You smiled, clearly you were as worried as him.

- Oh yes! That's it baby, good girl, you made it!

There was something about the way you held his baby that made Makarov realize you were the answer to his pleas. He was lost in thoughts until you brought him back.

- Hey, here you have. She will probably fall asleep... These tantrums leave the babies exhausted.

- Ah, yes, thanks.

- Sorry, I suppose that's why you weren't paying attention to the road, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay, you saved her... How did you do that?

- I'm a nurse, your baby was having sobbing spasms, we have to learn those things if we don't want to lose them during their tantrums.

Like fallen from the sky, that's how everything started, he almost begged you to work for him, he didn't care if you didn't know about personal defense or combat, he paid you the most expensive course. And the payment was three times more than what you asked him for.

Time flies, and the girl and you create a strong bond, she's such a precious pearl, you adore her as much as Vladimir, the man can't say no to his little princess, you go wherever they go, you cook, play, study and do everything with the girl, you feel like her mom, it's no longer a job, she became part of your life, she lives in your heart just like her dad, who's a gentleman, he treats you with kindness and tender all the time, you try to convince yourself it's only because you're raising his kid, but even those thoughts can't help you to not develop that silly little crush on him.

And He makes it more difficult, he sends flowers every morning for you and his daughter when he's not at home, he brings presents for both when he's back, joins you In the kitchen to help with the dinner or wakes up before you to make the breakfast, takes you and his daughter to the park so the three of you can have a picnic afternoon, joins to the playing time and reads fairytale stories for the girl every night. Out of home Vladimir Makarov is fierce, brave, strong and chaotic but when he's with his daughter and you, he's the opposite, you love both sides of the coin.

It's late at night, you're sure the little girl is deeply asleep so you decide to call your best friend, and as always you're talking about your crush.

«Y/n, I swear that man considerate you as his wife at this point, the kid is almost 6 years old, you're with them since she was a newborn...»

You feel your cheeks getting red, maybe your friend is right but... you can't create fake hopes In your head, this job is the best thing that ever happened to you and you don't want to lose it for those silly feelings.

- I don't think so, he's merely a gentleman. But oh god! It is hard to not love him! He's everything I always wanted, and the little girl... I seriously consider her as my own daughter! God... I'm so in love with Vlad...

Suddenly a gasp interrupts your words, you turn around and see a small figure on the doorframe, your kid has been listening every word you say.

Both are speechless.

«Y/n? Are you still there?»

-I'll call you later, bye.

You put the phone on the bed and walked quickly to the girl who is still surprised about what she heard a few seconds ago. You try to act silly, pretending nothing of that happened and kneel down in front of her.

- Honey, what are you doing awake? It's almost midnight.

- I had a nightmare... Y/n... Is it true? Do you love my daddy?

You shiver, unsure of what to say because there's no sign on the girl's face that can tell you what she's thinking or feeling.

- I... Ummm...

There's an evil smirk on her chubby face and a bright in her eyes that makes you feel afraid and at the same time happy.

- Can we keep it as a secret? I don't want your father to feel uncomfortable with this...

- SO... YOU, INDEED, LOVE MY DADDY!!!!

The princess started to run and jump around the room while you hid your face with your hands, you felt embarrassed and nervous, excited but afraid.

After a few minutes convincing her to keep the secret and taking her back to her bed, Makarov's daughter finally went back to sleep.

The next morning the smell of butter, pancakes and honey woke you up, you looked at the clock on the wall, 9 o'clock, you put on a hoodie and went downstairs as fast as you could to the kitchen and saw Makarov and his daughter cooking pancakes.

There's some fruit and juice on the kitchen's table, also a small bouquet of flowers decorating the table. You're observing everything cautiously when Makarov's voice brings you back to earth.

- Morning, sleepy beauty... Did you sleep well?

He smiled and wink at you, you once again felt your cheeks getting red.

- I'm so sorry, we had a tremendous night full of dreams and nightmares. Sorry, I can finish the pancakes if you wish.

- No, it's ok love, come on, take a seat, do you want some coffee or tea?

- Ahhhh...

Your little kid interrupted you.

- Y/n, look! Daddy made heart shaped pancakes!!!! He loves us a lot!

She smiled mischievously at you, you gasped and pretended to be surprised.

- Oh it's beautiful!! he certainly loves you a lot my sweet girl!

You kissed her forehead and went to the table, the girl followed you and took her seat in the middle, Makarov joined both of you minutes later with two cups of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk for his daughter.

The girl was strangely happy, more than usual, observing you and her father's interaction, Makarov is also acting more sweet and kind than normal, he's talking a little about how his week went, he's more focused on you, there's a different vibe that you can't describe in words, you only know it feels good, so good.

There were a lot of laughs, jokes, compliments and delicious food but by the end of the breakfast Makarov asks his daughter to go upstairs because he needs to talk with you in private.

She doesn't look at you, nods in silence and disappears. Automatically you started to take the dirty dishes and glasses to wash them when Vladimir caught your hand and softly directed you to go back to your chair.

Why do you feel so guilty? Are you in trouble? What kind of game is this? He treats you nicely and then needs to talk to you in private? What is going to happen?

All those questions were running through your mind when he, squeezed your hand, you looked at him and... He was smiling, there's a different vibe in the way he's looking at you, in the way he's holding your hand.

- Are you ok, love?

- Yeah, just... I feel like I'm in trouble. Am I?

He laughed softly and neglected with the head.

- No, you're not, you're fine y/n, but... There's something I recently found out, I was expecting you could help me to confirm this information...

You felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, you weren't sure about what was happening.

- I found out, this morning that... You've been hiding something from me.

- Wh...

- My daughter, has informed me about certain feelings you have for this little family and about your fears about me knowing about this.... And I think it's time to...

You didn't let the poor man finish to talk, you started to explain yourself, you let it all out.

- V... Vladimir I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I thought she was already asleep but she woke up and listened to me on a phone call and... Please don't fire me, you and that precious girl are too important to me, I love you guys, so much and I wouldn't know what to do without you at this point of my life...

You didn't know when you stopped talking, you only felt your mouth crushing against another one, a warm kiss intoxicating your system, while a hand is rubbing your back slowly, without thinking too much about what was happening you let your hands go and take place to the neck and shoulder of Vladimir, the way he kissed you was electric, you felt your body on fire, fireworks in your chest and a strong desire to not end the kiss.

After a while, both separate to take air, you were already missing his lips on yours, he smiled and sighed with some relief.

- I wanted to do that so bad. Y/n, for the moment we met, I started to think about you all the time, you and my daughter became the main reason to stay at home as much as possible, when I'm working I just want to finish and drive home, because I know my daughter is here, because I want to hear her laugh and see your smile, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm on my knees ready to please someone else's desires.

You feel tears filling your eyes and a big smile on your face, you don't have words to express the happiness you're experimenting but luckily Makarov's daughter appears again yelling and running everywhere.

- Daddy loves Y/n, Y/n loves him too! Daddy and y/n are in love, daddy and y/n are in love!

Makarov catches her and hugs her, then he approaches you and kisses your forehead, you return the kiss but on his cheek and kiss his kid's forehead.

More than obvious that all that time she wasn't upstairs, she was all that time listening to her two favorite persons confessing their feelings for each other.

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