#I forgot about all of that shit till just now so I’m not better
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ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?
fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)
content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol
Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.
[ao3 link]
They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.
He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.
He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.
Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.
“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.
“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.
“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.
“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”
Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.
He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”
“You should be.”
“What?”
It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.
“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”
There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.
So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.
“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”
The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.
There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.
“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.
“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”
Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.
“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.
“Huh? The fuck are you–”
“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.
“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.
And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.
“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”
He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.
“Leon, I–”
“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”
At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.
He went too far. And now, you were crying.
Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.
He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.
“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”
His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.
He repeated your name.
“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”
“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.
And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.
In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.
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To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 2)
alex returns the favour with your help
warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), it gets sticky, nothing crazy there’s quite a lot of fluff too
word count: 4.2k
your head was pounding by the time you got home, who would’ve thought the night would end up with you sucking off alex turner in the bathroom? you were smiling to yourself thinking back to it as you threw yourself on the soft bed in your room. your eyes were closing and as you were about to fall asleep your phone chimed and all the tiredness dissipated when you saw it was alex texting you.
you two made sure to exchange phone numbers by the time you had to go home, and even though it was already late you ended up texting till the morning, both equally excited for later that day.
you said your ‘good nights’ somewhere around 6am and you immediately fell asleep.
things couldn’t be more different for alex on the other hand. he was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head and he kept staring at the ceiling, overthinking and already panicking. why did he invite you over? well, because he liked you of course, but he didn’t know how any of this worked, didn’t know what he was supposed to do. he thought about telling one of the guys and asking for some advice but they weren’t any better, they were still virgins as well and didn’t have any experience with girls, as far as he knew.
he was about to embarrass himself in front of the girl he liked and ruin all of his chances of this going anywhere, he thought. at some point he rolled over and straight up screamed into his pillow. this was happening regardless, no way to back out now. it wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he was just stressing out. and so he forced himself to at least get a couple of hours of sleep so he wouldn’t be completely knackered by the time you came around.
when he woke up he popped out to the store to get some snacks and drinks or whatever. on his way back home though he passed a pharmacy and stopped in his way. should he buy condoms? would he need them? how far did you think tonight would go? was he ready for that? he decided to get some just in case, better prepared than not.
he started pacing around the house, stressing once more, but he busied himself by cleaning up and tidying his room so it would look nice. he was snapped out of his little bubble by one of your texts.
“you never gave me your address al”
“yeah sorry i forgot i guess, but don’t worry about it, i’m picking you up, you live near royal on columbia right?”
“yes xx see you there?”
“definitely, 5?
“perfect”
by picking you up he meant see you there and walk together to his house. he didn’t have a car yet, still shared it with his mum and his parents were away with it.
he just waited for the time to pass, had a shower and tried to make himself look as good as possible.
in the meantime, you were bursting with excitement. you didn’t think you’d ever end up going to his house and for that reason out of everything, but you liked him, he was really nice and sweet and you didn’t see how anything could go bad. you did your makeup and all that and decided to wear your matching black lingerie set for him, to make it all the more special. you popped on a little miniskirt and sweater number, it was still quite cold and you wanted to be comfy at the same time.
it was about 10 to 5 when you spotted him outside. he was pacing on the spot, hoping he was in the right place. so you didn’t leave him waiting for any longer, grabbed your bag and went to meet him.
you grabbed him by the shoulders from behind but he was wearing his earphones so he didn’t hear you coming up behind him and you scared the shit out of his already hyper self, making him jump.
“sorry alex didn’t mean to scare ya”
“it’s alright” he giggled while wrapping the wires around his phone and stuffing them in his pocket “you look really nice y/n. very pretty indeed” that last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, it was more him thinking to himself but the words came out anyway.
“thank you” you murmured, hugging his side and squeezing his waist a tiny bit as you two started walking to his.
it didn’t take that long, he lived just a few blocks away and you were too into the conversation to even notice how time slipped and you were already at his front door.
“make yourself at home” he told you, but he felt anxious again “what are we uhm…what do you wanna do?”
“why don’t we just watch a film for now?” you suggested, thinking it would be easier to just hang out and get him more relaxed first.
“drink?”
“yes please, thank youuu” getting louder towards the end for him to hear you as he was walking towards the kitchen behind you.
he stayed in there for quite a while, you were starting to get a bit worried honestly. you went in to check on him and he was just standing there, leaning over the edge of the counter holding it by the edge and staring at the drinks in front of him.
“you alright al?” he didn’t say anything so you messed with the hair at the back of his head “hey”
“yeah i’m fine just…popcorn?” he was panicking.
“yes” you agreed, kissing him on the cheek. he couldn’t help but smile and he got all blushy, but you let him do his thing, staying close by.
when he raised his arms to get the bowl and everything else from the cupboard his fitted long sleeve climbed up as well, exposing his waist and his hips where his jeans didn’t quite cover his underwear, leaving the waistband visible. you bit your lip thinking about how you’d get to touch that later.
the two of you settled on the sofa and fought over what movie to put on until you came to an agreement. he was sitting close to you, but not close enough, and he didn’t know how or when to initiate anything so you took the first step and cuddled up closer to him, which encouraged him to wrap his arm around your shoulder, followed by you resting your head in the crook of his neck. in his mind he was going crazy and he hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating to the point he felt it was going to burst out from his chest. of course you did, but you weren’t going to mention it.
you just couldn’t wait any longer. feeling him so close, right there within your reach, you couldn’t help yourself. you pressed a kiss to his neck, immediately feeling him tense up as he straightened his back. but as you kept leaving little kisses to his soft skin he started to melt into you, and even though you could hardly hear it due to how quiet it was, you felt a moan vibrating in his throat against your lips. He turned slightly to face you better, and he looked at you for a few seconds before asking
“can i kiss you?”
“how could i say no silly?” you replied, forcing yourself to not just grab him already, leaving him to do it. and he did, he leaned down and your lips were together again, and it was just as perfect as it had been that first time. your hands quickly found their way into his hair, making a mess of it, again, pulling on some pieces to get him to make all those pretty sounds that were like music to your ears. he got some more confidence and nudged you to get on his lap, and you happily complied, moving to sit on him. you pulled his head back by his hair to expose that big neck with so much space, just ready to be adorned with marks. although it took all the strength he had in him, he pulled you away.
“i said i would return the favour, let me.”
he followed in your steps, doing just as you had been doing to him, kissing your neck, leaving little bites all the way from behind your ear, down to your collarbone, holding the neck of your sweater pulled down with one of his fingers, so he could have proper access. you were so turned on, like you’ve never ever been in your life. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was exactly, he wasn’t giving you anything you haven’t received before. maybe it was just him.
“wanna take it to your room then?”
“yes…mhmmm” he trailed off, mumbling something else you couldn’t make out, his face was still buried between your sweater and your neck, getting covered by your hair falling over it. he picked you up as his lips connected back to yours and started walking backwards to the staircase. he wasn’t quite so shy anymore, his hands finding their place on your ass, grabbing at it and going under your skirt, touching you directly over your skin. you’d decided to not wear any tights, despite it being cool out, you knew they’d be painfully in the way of your activities.
the moment got cut off however when alex fell on his ass on the stairs, bringing you down with him, of course. you both burst out laughing and it was addicting, the way his whole face lit up and that little scrunch of his nose ugh.
it didn’t stop you for long. his lips found yours once more, picking you back up and getting you two, safely, to his room, where he laid you down on his bed and crawled over you, both adjusting more to the middle so you could sit comfortably. he kept kissing your neck, feeling your body carefully, stopping when his hand was almost touching your breast to ask “is this okay?”. you nodded, aching for him. you could feel the arousal pooling in between your legs already as he started kneading one of your breasts over your top, if you weren’t wearing black there’d for sure be a wet patch visible.
“please alex” you said in a breathy tone, the air feeling heavy around you from how worked up you got. “can i?” you asked, fingers hooking at the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it slightly to show him you wanted it off, now.
“yeah” with his approval, you didn’t waste anymore time, bringing the top over his head and taking a second to admire his bare torso. so delicate. “can i take yours off?”
“thought you would never ask” you joked “please.”
he took off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and your skirt that’s been riding up, resting all bunched up at the top of your thighs. his eyes trailed over your body, flicking between both breasts, he couldn’t believe his luck, that this was happening and it was real. he started kissing you again, slowly going down your body, caressing the sides with his big hands, his fingers dragging across your skin making it break out in goosebumps and tingles.
“i need you, touch me, please” you were getting desperate, would start begging if he didn’t attend to you soon enough.
he didn’t stop in his way this time. he sneaked his hands under your waist to raise you up so he could pull down your skirt. he continued by placing kisses to the newly exposed skin, down the insides of your thighs, getting closer to where you needed him the most. he hovered over your clothed pussy for a second, his breaths hitting it, making your need for him grow, until he finally left a kiss over it, his nose accidentally nudging just the perfect spot.
“please alex”
“uh…okay, okay” he said nervously now that he would actually have to get on with it. he pulled down your panties and you pushed them off from where they bunched up at your ankles, landing somewhere on the floor but you paid no mind to it now, too focused on him. his breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched in his pants when he laid his eyes on the sight in front of him. “just a second” he pleaded, getting up to take off his jeans that had his growing erection strained. he just couldn’t stand them anymore. you took that as your queue to also take off your bra, leaving you completely bare under his watch. he sat on his knees, in between your parted ones, inviting and begging him to touch you. he snaked his arm around one of your legs and rested his face against it. he was just stalling, not knowing how exactly to start, what he should do, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
“what should i, you know…could you guide me through it so it’s good for you?”
you brought your own hand in between your legs and started touching yourself, running your fingers through your lips, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it to your clit, stopping to give him some pointers.
“right here. see?” moaning quietly from how needy you felt, and to rile him up more.
“yeah” his response barely audible from how entranced he was while watching you touch yourself.
“alex” you called out, to get him to focus properly.
“mhm?”
“your turn now.”
“oh. uhm…okay, alright”
he lowered his hand where yours just was and he used two of his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, exploring all of this carefully, as it was his first time ever experiencing it. he started by playing around with your clit, just like you showed him, and he got the hang of it, applying the perfect amount of pressure, slowly getting you there, the tension of it all making you hornier and you knew it wouldn’t take that long, even with his inexperience. you tried not to watch him too intensely, so he could relax, but those little glances you’d catch of him all focused were delightful.
he pleasantly surprised you when you noticed him scooting down on the bed so his mouth could reach your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit, where he previously played with his fingers, and you gasped as you felt his tongue poking out to lick it. he went lower to lap at all the wetness that kept pooling down there.
“you taste so good. fucking delightful” you couldn’t help but get a bit amused by his dirty talk, not that it was bad, you just weren’t used to it. the guy that wouldn’t risk getting too close to you on the sofa earlier was now complimenting how your pussy tasted. you could get used to it though.
your thoughts were interrupted when a loud moan, almost a cry, escaped your lips as you felt one of his fingers enter you, while he kept teasing your clit with his tongue. god his fingers were so long. You could feel every ridge of his knuckles as he pumped it in and out of your dripping cunt, so wet, just for him.
“more” and he obliged, instantly adding another finger and you already felt full, full of him.
“does that feel good?” he was enjoying it as well, by now he started subconsciously rutting his hips into the mattress, dying for some friction, anything to fix the aching hard on he had.
“yes, oh my god, how are you this good” you asked, more to yourself, not really expecting an answer, but this was all too good. maybe you were just too horny, but you didn’t think so. he was doing a really good job. and that was because while he kept going at it, he watched out for how your body responded to each one of his moves, keeping in mind what seemed to make you feel the best, like when he curled his fingers and you tightened your grip on the sheets, or when he touched your clit just right with his tongue and he could feel your thighs closing around his head.
you were so close, just needed a little bit more, so you started playing with your nipples, pinching them lightly, but he quickly noticed and took over one of them with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers just like he would do to himself when he was wanking, he loved how the double stimulation felt, and it was particularly pleasurable for him, so he thought the same would work for you. and it did. he kept hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his mouth. god. he switched between sucking that little sensitive bud between his lips and licking it and he found a delicious rhythm and position that made you bring your legs over his shoulders, wrapping around him and trapping him in there so he wouldn’t dare move, your hand flying to his hair, getting all tangled up, pushing him deeper into your heat. he was also moaning and making little whimper sounds. although muffled by his face being all up in your pussy, doing god’s work, you could feel them against your skin, the vibrations giving you all the more pleasure.
everything was just too much, you came apart beneath alex, saying his name over and over, mumbling praises for how amazing he was and how fucking good he was making you feel. it was one of the best orgarms you’d ever had, not even joking. no one had been able to make you cum like that, that good, except yourself, but that was different. was he sure he didn’t do this before because goddamn. you came all over his face and fingers until you pulled him away, becoming way too much. he pulled his fingers out and before he could do anything else you leaned over and grabbed him by the wrist, taking them in your mouth, cleaning them up, humming in pleasure as you tasted yourself and his jaw was on the floor as he was watching you. you did taste good, he wasn’t wrong. you then grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, pulling his body back up over yours and you felt him hard against you, his erection rubbing over the inside of your thighs through his tight boxers. you brought your hand down to feel him and he bit his lip to suppress the moan he was about to let out as you squeezed his hard cock.
“do you wanna, you know…?” you asked him.
“fuck” he let out as you kept touching him, the pressure feeling delicious.
“yeah, that” you giggled, you knew that wasn’t what he was trying to say by ‘fuck’, but once you realised how it came out right after your question, you couldn’t help yourself.
“no i meant-” you cut him off before he would start overexplaining and getting all stressed again.
“i know baby”
‘baby’, he liked how that sounded from you.
“i don’t think uhmm…if you don’t mind, i just, i don’t think i’m quite ready for that yet, if that’s okay? ‘m sorry”
“don’t apologise al, it’s more than okay, do you wanna maybe try something else, so you can…so we can fix this” squeezing him a bit tighter as you said that.
“like what?”
you flipped the pair of you over so you were on top of him now, sitting on top of his thighs.
“can i take these off?” referring to his underwear, your fingers toying with the waistband.
“mhm…yeah, yes.”
you pushed them down, not bothering to pull them all the way off, they wouldn’t be in the way. his cock was painfully hard, resting on top of his lower tummy now. you went to sit a bit higher up, your pussy rubbing over his length for a split second, making you shiver, still sensitive, as you positioned yourself over him. he was getting nervous as to what you were planning on doing. you rested your body over his, your chests pressing together. his hips automatically bucked up as you left a wet kiss to his neck, and his cock rubbed in between your bodies. and it felt so good. it wasn’t that far from actually fucking, but to him it was different, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it right now, he was still a bit scared. but this was good. you could hear him grunting quietly as he kept moving to get that friction.
“i was thinking of finishing you with my hand.” you said before nipping his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan louder now.
“mmno, this is…good, so good…”
“keep going baby, make yourself feel good”
this was something new to you, and it was so fucking hot. you weren’t getting much stimulation from this, if any, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bring you pleasure, seeing him under you, his face all scrunched and his eyes squeezed shut as he was desperately working to get his release. and also you being the reason he’s this worked up in the first place, eating you out making him get this weak.
you pushed more of your weight down on him, and to help him get there you started rolling your hips slightly, in sync with his moves.
the added pressure, and everything else, from your rocking over him, to the lingering touches and breaths on his neck, and your praises and encouragements, did the trick.
he stalled his movements and you could feel his warm release as he came in between your bodies, coating his belly and yours.
you rolled off from him when he was done so he could get some space to breathe, watching his blissed expression as he was panting and his chest was rising up and down rapidly. as soon as he came down from that lovely high he pulled you back to his side and kissed your temple, grabbing your waist to pull you closer but he winced as you accidentally touched his now soft cock with your leg.
“sorry”
“‘s all good” he assured you. one of his hands went to rest on his stomach but he was reminded of the dirty mess he made when he felt his sticky cum on his palm.
“we should clean up, i’ll just be a sec”
he got up and pulled his boxers back on, going to grab some wipes for the both of you. he insisted on cleaning you up as well, saying it’s his mess to clean. adorable. he gave you one of his tshirts and once you were all done he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. the truth was he just needed a moment alone to freak out now. was this real? did that just happen? he was the happiest boy in the world in his mind, except for one thing. he hoped you wouldn’t blow him off completely because you didn’t fuck.
that wasn’t even a concern for you, it wouldn’t make you change your mind about him at all.
when he got back he had a shirt on as well, and a new pair of boxers. he jumped over you on the bed and hugged you close to him, peppering your face in the kisses you were now accustomed to, and you could get used to then happening more often, you were weak for him, completely whipped at this point. even though you’d only known each other for basically two days, you couldn’t think of just forgetting about this and pretending none of it happened.
“thank you” he hummed, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he stayed on top of you like a little fluffy bear. “and ‘m sorry we didn’t, you know…”
“you don’t have anything to apologise for alex” you reassured, your hands playing with his hair. “that was honestly so fucking hot” making him laugh against you.
“okay”
you were happy that he agreed. and it wasn’t a lie just to get him to feel better. that was truly so hot to you and you didn’t mind it at all, he’d already given you a great orgasm. you guessed playing guitar does have its advantages, cause those fingers did a spectacular job for being his first time ever doing that to a girl.
you stayed like that for a while, cuddled up with him on top of you. he even fell asleep not short after you’d ended talking about that film you were watching earlier. the weight was comfortable. he was like a cat of some sorts, you could barely feel him but it was bringing you that comforting warm feel, his breathing like a kitten’s purring.
a/n: IT’S HEREEE, i really wasn’t expecting so many people to like the first one, i hope you’ll like this too, and i’m sorry they didn’t fuck for real but i had this in mind and i just needed to get it out there. it’s 5am as i’m posting, i tried to check it but the words started to look like a big blob from how long i’ve been staring at it, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes. also i decided to keep the same title so it would be easier to find, in case i end up doing a part 3 if you really want it. AND if anyone cares, the title is a play off one of the lyrics from the song ‘From Me, the Moon’ by Lav (apple music / spotify)
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#alex turner smut#alex turner fluff#alex turner fanfic#alex turner fic#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#alex turner#smut#fetus alex turner#goblinontour
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As Weak as You are Strong
Part 2 of Mutually Assured Disaster, as usual this isn’t edited so if you see any errors let me know!
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Training Danny did not go the way that Hood had expected it too. First off it started way sooner then he had expected or wanted, he had wanted Danny to rest and fully heal before they started anything, maybe settle in fully to Gotham. But by the end of the first week he had realized that keeping the boy still was a fucking impossible task, he was so fucking restless! Jason attempted it for another four days before realizing that he had to give Danny something controlled and safe to do before sitting still drove him crazy and he did something stupid.
The easiest way to do that just then was to start training Danny, he was able to put it off a few more days by telling Danny he wouldn’t start training until he was signed up for school because the teen didn’t want to go back to school. But it was only a couple days before he seemed to decide that even school would be better then nothing.
Danny accepted being given a new identity, Danny Nightingale and let Hood forge paperwork to have legal guardianship and then enroll him in a decent school. Though he wouldn’t be starting till next semester to give him a chance to settle in to his new home. Jason wasn’t entirely sure when he’d decided Danny belonged with him, but he had, and was looking into bigger apartments for him and his new ward. After all it was official now.
“Okay the first step will be for you to show me what you can do to get a baseline, so we’ll go to gym I usually use after breakfast,” Jason finally said one morning as pulled a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Usually he cooked breakfast for them but it was a bad idea to eat to heavily before a work out, he’d take Danny out for lunch afterwards instead.
He heard Danny pause from where he was digging around in the cupboard grumbling about how healthy Jason’s cereal options were, as if he wasn’t the one who’d already eaten the box of sugary shit Tim had left here. The silence went on for too long and Jason scowled, turning to put the milk down on the counter and stare ad Danny hard.
“What’s the issue Wisp?” Jason asked sounding more annoyed then he actually was.
“Well, it’s just, I’m really strong and I have, like, a lot of powers? A Lot, I don’t even remember all of them half the time! I think it might be better of we leave town for me to show you? Like, if you want to see my most powerful ability that’s my Ghostly Wail, which is a pretty powerful sonic thing I don’t have great control of and I’m worried if I tried to do it inside I might bring down the building.” Danny rambled as casually as he could while he went back to digging for cereal and brought them over to the table.
Jason blinked as he processed that and then nodded slowly. “Okay, we haven’t talked about this much, what powers do you have?”
“Well, the sonic scream I mentioned, super strength, flight, intangibility, I can make and control ice, I have enhanced senses, I can shock people though that’s a hands on attack… Oh, I can sort of hypnotize people, I can possess people as well but I don’t like doing it… I can shape shift a bit though I’m not very good at it yet.” Danny said, counting them out on his fingers and looking a bit unsure as if he might have forgotten some.
“Damn Spooks what Can’t you do?” Jason asked, making light of how genuinely shocking Danny’s power level was.
“I think eventually I’ll learn how to shoot lasers.. Oh! I forgot my ecto beams! I can shoot ecto from my hands with some force, it’s corrosive to humans. And I can’t duplicate yet, the one older member of my species I met could so I assume I’ll learn eventually? I’m not really in a rush to learn though, I already kind of scare myself,” Danny admitted, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Alright, can you show me everything accept the wail inside?” Jason asked tapping his fingers absently against the table, before Danny shoved the box of cereal across the table to him and he remembered they were supposed to be eating.
“I think so, as long as I’m careful. But if I break anything you’re paying for it,” Danny joked around a mouthful of cereal, pointing his spoon at Jason.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jason said automatically, forcing himself to power through the realization he was fucking parenting this kid. “If I have to pay for anything you’re grounded.”
“You can’t ground me, you’re not my dad,” Danny shot back with an exaggerated pout, at least his mouth wasn’t full this time.
“So you’re not living under my roof, eating all my food, and asking me to train you?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrows, Danny stayed silent, pouting and poking at his cereal, steering the last few bits around the bowl. “If you have so little control of your power that you would break something you might seriously hurt a human in the field even if they don’t deserve it, and we don’t want that so if you break anything you’ll be grounded and it’ll be longer before you get into the field. Until we’re both confident in your control,” Jason explained firmly, he watched Danny consider that then deflate and nod.
“Fine,” He mumbled, drinking his cereal milk and bringing his bowl to the sink, washing it quickly.
Jason let it go, he knew Danny didn’t want to hurt anyone, he was a good kid, he was just disappointed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a shit attitude when he was Danny’s age as well. Jason finished his breakfast quickly, cleaning up before he grabbed the keys to his bike. “Alright let’s get to the gym, I already made sure it would be kept empty for the morning, so no one will see what we do.” He had been going to this place for ages and no one had found out he was Red Hood after all, in Gotham businesses that catered to vigilantes and rogues were deeply valued.
Danny nodded and grabbed the helmet Jason had bought for him in the first couple days. He left the apartment and went down the stairs ahead of Jason as he locked up. Danny bounded down, jumping a flight of stairs at the time and waiting on the landing for Jason to catch up before leaping down the next one. Jason didn’t understand why he was doing but he had learned gravity didn’t affect Danny the same way as most people did so jumping that way wouldn’t hurt the kid. And if it made him happy Jason didn’t give a shit, he just hurried to keep up.
Danny sat on the back of Jason’s bike, making him think about how he should really look into getting a sidecar or something, even though Danny seemed to enjoy riding on the back. Actually, it was the first time Jason was genuinely considering switching to a car for regular use, that would be safer right? And what if Danny wanted to have a friend over once he started school? Jason couldn’t bring both Danny And a friend home like this. Ya, he should definitely get a car.
God fucking damn it, he was a dad.
They reached the gym no problem and Jason lead the way this time, Danny hanging back just a little, clearly nervous. Jason marched on ahead, leading by example that there was nothing to be afraid of, and Danny hurried to keep up. There were a few people there still there so Jason whistled loudly and reminded the room at large the gym was privately booked out for the next couple hours and it was time to clear out. There was some grumbling but everyone went, it wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened.
“Okay the first thing is a test of strength, help me move all this shit out of the way,” Jason said, he was joking really but Danny didn’t seem to notice. He nodded firmly and went and grabbed one of the pieces of exercise equipment, lifting it and all the weights attached with no trouble at all. Jason had to pause to process that, watching as Danny moved it off to the side. “How much exactly can you lift?”
“I don’t know, I lifted a bus once and it wasn’t to hard,” Danny told Jason casually, as if that was fucking normal! Jason really had his work cut out for him with this kid. He sighed at Danny and then went to grab some targets since Danny had mentioned some sort of blast.
“Alright now that we have a clear patch show me what else you can do,” Jason said once he’d set up the targets. Danny nodded with a determined set to his jaw and in a flash of light that made Jason blink Danny had changed, his hair turning white and his eyes a green that would have made Jason’s stomach turn if he wasn’t already half used to Danny’s eyes flashing that colour randomly.
Over the next hour he watched as Danny blasted the targets with green beams that seemed to melt through what they hit and then eat through the rest, shock, freeze, and fight. When Jason told him to hit a punching bag as hard as he could Danny fucking broke it! The chain snapped and the bag flew across the room.
“I’m so sorry!” Danny yelped as soon as he realized what he’d done, before Jason had fully processed it. “You told me to hit as hard as I could! I should have known to hold back a bit but-“ Danny cut off on his justifications, ducking his head and biting his lip.
Jason took a deep breath, watching the sand that spilled from the split in the punching bag and trying not to think about what that force could do to a human body. “It’s alright, I did say to hit it as hard as you could. Now I need to see if you can punch just hard enough to drop a person without hurting them badly,” he said, ushering Danny over to a bag that wasn’t broken. He wanted to spar with Danny but he needed to make sure it wasn’t overly dangerous to his health first.
“I can do it in my human form,” Danny offered, eager to be helpful. “I have some access to my powers when I am but they’re much weaker when I am so it might be safer.”
“Safer for others but what about for you? You’re more vulnerable when you’re in your human form right?” Jason demanded and Danny winced, nodding reluctantly. “Alright then we’re going to work on you being able to control and restrain your strength in this form. You should be able to do that anyway, pulling a punch takes just as much strength as following it through and the control is even more impressive.”
“This is going to take forever,” Danny groaned.
“Well then we’d better get started then shouldn’t we?” Jason said, repressing his smile in case Danny thought he was making fun of him.
Danny groaned dramatically again, wallowing but only for a moment before the determined set to his jaw returned and he nodded. “Good, do you think you can spar with me without throwing me into a wall?” Jason joked, Danny wouldn’t want to hurt Jason so it really was the best way to help him practice.
Danny barked a startled laugh and grinned. “Oh ya! Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you~” Danny teased making Jason laugh in return, the kid really liked to banter.
“Don’t hold back to much, I’m plenty strong,” Jason shot back as he lead the way to the mat. “After this though I’m taking you to the shooting range. A gun with rubber bullets will be a good way for you to have a ranged attack without shooting fucking acid, and it’s a lot gentler then you can hit. The last thing we need is for you to get worked up or spooked in the field and really hurting someone by accident.”
“Turns out I’m not a gun, I’m much, much worse,” Danny joked and Jason rolled his eyes at the movie reference.
He dropped into a fighting stance once he reached the mat. “I’m on the attack now, I just want you to show me how well you can dodge and block Without using your powers.” Once he had Danny’s confirmation and the younger man was in his stance Jason lunged without a count in.
Danny wasn’t bad for someone who didn’t have any actual training, he was quick and his reflexes were good but he was clearly used to relying more heavily on his powers and took a couple pretty hard hits. Just as importantly though he took those hits, stumbled, recovered, and kept going. They could never avoid every hit, being able to keep going in spite of it was a crucial skill in this line of work.
Jason pushed it until he could see Danny starting to get frustrated so Jason had a good measure of both his abilities and his capacity and then backed off. “Alright we need to work on that, and your patience,” Jason said as he left the mat for a moment to grab their water bottles.
“Why?” Danny asked, maybe a little petulantly, he was eager to get out on patrol and he had always been able to rely on his powers before. Still Jason chose to answer the question in good faith.
“What if your attacked as a civilian and need to hide your powers? What if some day you’re up against something who Can actually hurt and hit you? They obviously exist given how you found me. What if some day you lose your abilities?” Jason pointed out. “Your life is the most important thing so if you have to use them so be it but we need to make sure you can handle yourself decently without them.” He handed Danny his water bottle and they both drank while Danny processed and valiantly attempted not to sulk, he was still a teenager after all and a bit immature.
“As for your patience, you don’t have anger issues like mine but if you lost your temper you could do a lot more damage.” Jason noted the way that made Danny flinch, he’s ask about that later.
“Alright now your turn to attack, show me how you fight without those powers of yours. You can turn back now if you want to, though I think you should patrol in this form so you should learn to control your strength like this. It’ll help keep your identity secret too. Though if the people in this city haven’t figured out who Nightwing is their obviously fucking idiots,” Jason told Danny as he put down his bottle and returned to the mat.
“I don’t have a lot of practice fighting humans, just other ghosts, so until I get a better feel for that I think I’d rather spar as a human as well. I mean, I’m still strong like this,” the same flash of white light around Danny and he once again had black hair and blue eyes. “But not as strong so it’ll be a good way to ease into it right?”
“Sure that makes sense, come on,” Jason said beckoning for Danny to come at him. Which he did, sloppily. He was fast, but he was untrained, his strikes were wide and telegraphed, Jason dodged and grabbed Danny’s arm, flipping him and putting his back on the ground before letting him up. Danny stood up again, looking a little more wary this time, he took a moment to consider Jason before attacking again, his attacks a little more considered and precise, but still pretty damn obvious.
Jason blocked and dodged mostly, letting Danny land at least one hit to see how hard it would be, he pulled it pretty well actually, it might leave a bit of a bruise but it didn’t even knock Jason over. Jason took Danny’s moment of triumph for landing a hit as an opening to put Danny on the ground again with a chuckle, he had to keep the kid humble after all right? He offered Danny his hand to help the boy up giving him a warm smile.
“Alright, not bad but there’s a lot you could learn. I think we’ve got a good baseline of what your capable of, and I’ll start training you in MMA and other fighting styles tomorrow, and shooting lessons this afternoon. First lunch, what do you want to eat?”
#jason todd#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#Danny never learned to fight like a human#humans are very squishy#op danny phantom#red hood#This is not my best work but I still think it's funny#fanfiction#unedited
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Hell on Heels.
pairing: rhett abbott x tillerson!afab!reader
summary: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott she’s coming after you.
warnings: everyone calls reader ‘honey’, sweet rhett, the tillersons (they need their own warning tbh but i love a good forbidden romance), mutual pining (sorta), unprotected p in v, car sex, a wee bit of fingering, creampie, let me know if i forgot anything, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread
word count: 4.4k words
author’s note: i love rhett abbott and i think this rivals the cowgirl series as one of the best things i’ve ever written. I’m just a sucker for a white man in a cowboy hat. honey is ENTIRELY inspired by the pistol annies so channel them when you read them. I’ve been hyping this up to @thesirenrealm all night so i’m saying my prayers that it lives up! as always, please enjoy!!! mwah!!!!
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“The rodeo ain’t ‘till later tonight.”
His voice was warm, wrapping you up in a thick blanket and protecting you from the world. A false sense of security, your brother’s had tried to scare you with some bullshit about not trusting the Abbott boys. As if your family was any better.
“Stalkin’ me, Abbott?” You turned around to face him, the railing of the arena leaving indents on the undersides of your arms, the corners of your lips turning into a smile.
“Luke know you’re out here?” He looked around, almost like he was expecting your brother to pop out of the shadows somewhere and give him shit for even speaking to you, avoiding your question.
“No, and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.” You huffed, annoyed everyone saw you as an extension of your older brother. Even more so that Rhett did, you’d tried so hard to stand out to him.
“He doesn’t see it that way. Why’re you out here?” He inquired, leaning against the railing next to you, squinting his eyes as the sun found its way under his hat
“Space,” you looked over at him, “ I assume that’s why you’re out here?”
“Bingo.” He looked over at you, holding eye contact until you broke it and looked back into the arena in front of you. “Why don’t you leave the ranch if you want space so much, Honey? You’re out here more days than you’re at your own home.”
His observation was a slight stab in the guts, only because he was right. You loved your family, truly, as best as you could while keeping yourself sane. Luke wanted to control everyone and everything, including you and what you did. You were half surprised he hadn’t implanted a tracker underneath your skin, in your car, or downloaded one on your phone. In some ways it could be written off as well meaning, he just wanted to make sure his people were okay. He was just crazy, you knew it. Billy, he was a sweet thing, just never knew when to shut the fuck up. Your dad had gone off his rocker long ago, probably forget he had a daughter due to your absence around the house.
“And where do you suggest I go, Abbott?” You scoffed at his suggestion, your family might’ve had some money but you’d never seen any of it. Buying a house or renting was out of the question.
“Quit callin’ me that.” He scoffed right back at you, his eyes never leaving you.
“Fine, Rhett. Answer the question.”
“I’ve offered multiple times, Honey. It still stands now.” His tone was softer now, more serious.
You’d ignored him, walked away and got into your car, drove all the way to your house. You wanted to contemplate his offer, wanted to take him up on it but you’d just be intruding on his family’s space. You’d rather act like you only slept at your house before you became a burden to another family. Your phone lit up three times with Rhett’s name on your drive home, probably telling you to think of the offer or maybe asking if you were gonna see him ride later.
He’d been shocked when you walked away, didn’t say a single thing or make any indication he’d done anything wrong. He was right, he’d offered you a place multiple times before, when he pointed it out he didn’t think he was going to upset you. He knew all about the loyalty you had for your family but he also knew the type of crazy Luke and Wayne were. Some days he wondered if you were ever truly related to them, sweet ol’ Honey. Your sweet demeanor earned you the nickname, you’d had it for years. It could be your real name and you’d know no different.
“Honey. Honey. Honey what the fuck.” Luke was yelling the second you walked in the door, it made you want to turn around. Pick up your phone. Tell Rhett you’d accepted his offer and was on your way.
“Luke, shut the fuck up.” Is all you had to say to him as you walked right past him and into your room, slamming the wooden doors as loud as you could.
Luke had yelled something in response, you couldn’t give a singular shit about whatever that man child wanted. You balled your fists, shaking them at your door quietly as he continued yelling. All you wanted was some peace and quiet. That’s why you spent so much time down at the showing arena during the day time, nobody else was there. It was deserted. Just you and your thoughts. Apparently also Rhett, not that you minded. You liked Rhett, a lot. He was just the right amount of rugged to contrast the delicate world built around you from being the only daughter. Just the right amount of mean to contrast your sweetness.
Your phone vibrated from its spot in your back pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the name at the top of your screen. Rhett Abbott.
“Honey.”
His voice was soft, just as soft as it had been at the arena, not a hint of annoyance with you. You appreciated that he wasn’t making you feel bad for leaving him hanging, appreciated that the guilt you were feeling wasn’t because of his words.
“Hey, Rhett. I'm sorry for leavin’ like that I-”
“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. I just need to know if you’re comin’ to watch my ride.”
You should’ve given it to him for cutting you off like that, but your sweet heart had a Rhett Abbott shaped soft spot and always had. You listened to him talk like he was preaching the Sunday sermon, like whatever he was telling you would save your life.
“Yeah..yeah I’m comin’.” You flopped back on your bed, imagining where he was and what he was doing. Were his thoughts filled with you? Like yours were of him.
“Good.”
He hung up and filled you with disappointment, you knew he had to get ready to ride but it didn’t make you any less upset he didn’t have the courtesy to say bye.
“Bye, Rhett.” You whispered into the air, laying your phone down next to you, staring up at the angled ceiling as your thoughts became overrun with what you’d wear.
You loved being a girl; loved dressing up and looking pretty, loved the (wanted) attention you got from it, loved the solidarity you got from most other women. Tonight was no exception, the rodeo was your favorite excuse to wear the jeans that hugged your ass in all the right places and the bra that put the girls in the right place to get what you wanted when you wanted it. You didn’t need to dress up to impress anyone, you knew that but god if you didn’t love it. Touching up your hair and makeup was the last thing you did before shoving your phone in your back pocket, walking past whatever screaming fest your brother had found himself in now, and hauling ass to the rodeo. Sometimes, life wasn’t so bad.
“Honey! Over here!”
Your head snaps to the group of girls calling for your attention, a huge smile immediately lighting up your face as you walked over to join the group. You gave all the girls a hug and a kiss on the cheek before settling in a spot, you hoped Rhett could easily see you in. If it wasn’t your whooping and hollering that would get his attention, it was the cowboy hat he gifted you years ago matched with bright red lipstick. You were sex personified. Hell on Heels.
He’d spotted you the second you’d walked into the place, watched your hair bounce as you walked and watched the smile that stood proudly every time someone spoke to you. Watched your ass jiggle in the jeans you always wore when you dressed up, he hated them simply because he knew every man you encountered watched you saunter away the same way he did. The cat calling the kettle black. Rhett was many things but he was a dirty hungry man, hungry for all the things Honey Tillerson could offer. He watched you sit with a group of girls he didn’t know, nor did he give a single shit about, and try to get a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, he’d placed himself out of sight. He wanted to admire you from afar without being caught, boy was he glad he did when you started searching for him.
“Here for prince charming Abbott?” One of the girls teased, trying to get a rise out of you.
“Obviously, I don’t support anyone else as fiercely as I do for a man who isn’t mine.” You shot back, rolling your eyes playfully before breaking into giggles to let them know it wasn’t as serious as you’d pretended.
“All I’m sayin’ is, I’d never wait for a man who can’t commit.” You don’t know shit.
“Agreed, I mean I’m sure any Abbott boy is a catch but girl you’ve been pining after this man since grade school!”
You knew the girls were well meaning, just wanting you to go after a man who wanted you more than you wanted him. You’d die lonely before you settled for someone who wasn’t him, it didn’t matter if it took you a hundred years to get him to see you the way you saw him. He already did, you were just oblivious and put it off as some sort of kindness he gave to everyone. Rhett wasn’t the kind man to everyone like he was to you, he couldn’t give a shit if anyone had a place to stay trying to escape their crazy family, but he gave multiple for you.
“Ash you can’t even talk, your man can’t keep it in his pants. Leave mine alone.” You snapped, feigning niceness despite the venom of your words, tilting your head to the side daring any of the girls to try you one more time. Your sweetness only ran so far before it ran out, they were running it thin.
“God if I was a man, Honey, I’d be knocking down your dad’s door beggin’ him to let me marry you. Scratch that, I’d pay him to let me do it! If anyone supported me like you support Rhett, it’d be a miracle I wasn’t knee deep in kids.” The girl next to you spoke, laying her head on your shoulder as she did so. It felt nice for your support to be noticed by someone.
“I’ll be next in line in case he turns her down!”
The girls continued talking about how they’d love to marry you in another life up until the announcer came on to start up the rodeo. The rodeo on a summer night was your favorite place to be. Between the screams of everyone in town coming out to support someone they knew and the lights of the stadium, it filled you with warmth. You only half paid attention to all the bull riders before Rhett, wishing them good luck but not enough that they’d beat your man.
“Everyone stand and welcome our hometown hero! Rhett Abbott!”
You were the first to your feet, yelling louder than you were the last time, making sure he’d see you before his run. He’d whispered to you one night after a run, sneaked to your house to see you and thank you for coming to watch him, that you were his good luck charm. That he searched for you everytime he was getting ready to ride, it was a drunken confession but a true one nonetheless. Ever since that night you made sure he saw you, that he knew his good luck charm was there. Your voice rivaled his parent’s in loudness, depending on the night it was louder.
You held your breath through his entire ride, always scared to death he’d fall and get trampled by whatever bull he was riding that night. He never did. Always came out on top. He was the hometown hero, after all.
“Rhett!” You called after him, running up to him as he exited the ‘Rider’s Only’ area.
“Honey.” He smiled, scooping you up and twirling you around. It was the most affection he’d shown you, sober.
“Mr. Hometown Hero. Always winnin’, huh?” You teased, matching his smile as you looked down at him. Aware of the fact that he was almost entirely supporting you with one arm, your core just getting a tinge warm at the thought.
“Always, when I got my good luck charm here,” he nipped at your exposed collarbone, “God you are one gorgeous woman. Don’t know how the guys in the stand didn’t maul you before your pretty ass got here.”
“Oh hush, don’t care about ‘em anyway.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, waiting for him to cross the physical boundary of kissing.
He’d been close to it only twice before, once on your birthday and the other on the same night he’d first called you his good luck charm. Both times he’d been interrupted by a knock on a door and the holler of your name.
Your birthday is one you almost kiss you think back on frequently. You’d managed to ditch your family and friends for a few hours, sitting in the passenger seat of Rhett’s truck as he drove you back to your place. You invited him in, no one was home so there wasn’t anyone to tiptoe around. Showed him your room and locked the door. He laid down on your bed, moving onto his side so he could look at you as you laid down.
“Pretty lil thing.” He whispered, tracing a finger from the start of your forehead to the tip of your chin. He used that same finger to get you to look at him.
The two of you laid there, staring at each other, for a few moments. Admiring the other person. If the rest of your birthday had gone horribly wrong, laying here with him made it all better.
“Can I kiss you, Honey?” He asked, already running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Please, Rhett.” You whined, it was airy and desperate.
He leaned in, keeping his finger on your chin and pointed towards him, his lips ghosting yours. There wasn’t a centimeter of space between the two of you,
“Honey? Are you in there? Rhett Abbott’s truck is in the driveway.” It was Billy, the better of your brothers to have been home first.
“Yeah I'm here! He brought me back and was making sure I was okay!” You scrunched your face in annoyance, pushing Rhett off of you and trying to hurry him out of your room before anyone else arrived home.
The night he called you his lucky charm was also the night you think you realized that you loved Rhett Abbott, like truly loved him. He’d had his best ride of all season, gotten dragged out to go drink with the other riders when he’d rather celebrate with you.
You’d gone home slightly disappointed, you understood the other guys wanting to celebrate with him but you also wanted to see him. You weren’t greeted when you got home, not that you cared, but it only added to your disappointment that the people who were supposed to care about you didn’t. Your phone had found its way in the middle of your bed, being left there while you took a shower in some attempt to scrub away the disappointment. When you got dressed and finally picked it back up it read,
3 missed calls from Rhett Abbott
Your face fell, how could you miss these? You clicked on the notification and waited anxiously as it rang, nervous he wouldn’t pick up.
“Hey, baby.” His voice was loud, he was yelling over whatever commotion was going on in the back. Baby was new.
“You called?” Your voice barely above a whisper, gnawing on the end of one of your acrylic nails as you awaited his answer.
“Wanna come see you, see my girl.” His girl.
“My family’s here, you can’t.” Despite the thick walls providing a lot of sound proofing, you couldn’t help but whisper in fear that one of them had a cup to the door listening to your every word.
“I’ll park at the end of the driveway, walk around to your window. Please?”
“Just…be careful, please.” You smiled softly at the reflection of yourself on the screen, excited you’d be able to see him tonight.
What felt like forever went by before you heard a soft knock on your window. You unlocked it and pushed them open, leaning over the sill to look at him.
“Rebellious rebellious Honey Tillerson, what ever will we do with you.” Rhett joked, putting his hands up on the window to hold yours.
“Congrats, Rhett. You did amazing tonight.” You took his hands in yours and smiled down at him, although you could barely see him in the dark.
“Cause I had you, had my lucky charm, my girl.” His girl.
Your smile at that moment could’ve lit up the whole sky, the brightest thing he’d ever seen. If he hadn’t forgotten his phone in his truck he would’ve snapped a picture of you, probably would’ve fucked his hand to it later.
“I’ll be there, every time.” You leaned down just as he leaned up, hopeful it’d finally be the moment you’d kiss. You’d be lying if it wasn’t something you dreamed about constantly since your birthday. Your lips were once again, centimeters from each other when a fucking knock on your door rang out.
“Honey. Do you know where any of dad’s meds are?” Luke’s voice instantly filling you with rage, didn’t anyone in this house have anything to do when Rhett was trying to kiss you.
“No, I’ll help you look.” You yelled back, giving Rhett an apologetic look before closing your window and walking away to go help your incompetent brother.
Now here you were, in Rhett’s arms, inches away from his face. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, that he was gonna feel the excitement and the nervousness spilling out of you. And yet, he didn’t kiss you. He didn’t lean in or pull your face to his. He set you down, he put your feet back onto the ground.
“C’mon, I’m not kissin’ you here.” He read the disappointment written all over your face, grabbed your hand and brought you to his truck. “Because the last thing I need is someone trying to get your attention when it should be on me.”
“And your truck is that much more private?”
“It drives and the doors lock, your family seems to always need you when I do, I’d say it’s a bit more private.” He responded, opening the passenger side door for you and closing it once you got inside.
He got in the drivers side and closed the door, locking the truck and taking a deep breath before he turned to you.
“Honey, I am going to kiss you. If anyone fuckin’ interrupts me I will become a murderer.” He placed his hand on your cheek, leaned in and placed his lips on yours.
You placed a hand on top of his, just reminding yourself that Rhett Abbott was actually kissing you. He leaned in further, deepening the kiss a bit to test the waters as this was the first kiss the two of you shared together. He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, a small whine escaping the back of your throat causing him to chuckle against your lips.
“C’mere, pretty girl.” He helped you over the console in the middle and into his lap, his hands caressing your sides before finding their way to your ass. Giving it a nice squeeze, he’d thought about this every damn time you wore these jeans.
“Rhett.” You whined, leaning into him for support. Not because you couldn’t hold yourself up, you simply wanted to feel his hands on you and the strength he displayed earlier when he picked you up.
“What, baby? What? You gotta use your words, you know that.” He whispered, placing open mouth kisses along your neck.
“Need you..”
“Need me to what? Words, Honey, words.” He sucked and nipped at one spot directly under your collarbone, he knew it’d start some shit in the future but at this current moment he had you all to himself. He’d rather be a dead man than not mark you as his, hell he’d fucking carve it into your skin if you’d let him. He’d ask you about it later.
“Need you to fuck me..” You whispered, your skin turning pink at the confession and the lewdness of it all. Rhett wouldn’t be your first, you’d drunkenly hooked up with men before but it was a different kind of need to finally have sex with someone you’d been pining after.
“Was that so hard? I can do that for you. Take real good care of ya. Fuck you six ways to Sunday.” His words turning you an even pinker shade, you didn’t know he could say such dirty things but god if it wasn’t the hottest thing anyone had ever said to you.
Both of your hats were thrown into the back seat as it became a race of who could get their jeans off the fastest, you’d win by a few seconds as your mobility wasn’t limited because of someone else sitting on top of you. Your jeans would soon join the hats in the back, tossed loosely back there to just get them out of the damn way. Sure it would’ve been easier to just fuck back there but the small cramped space of the drivers seat was spurring the both of you in a way you hadn’t before that it didn’t matter where you fucked. You just needed to fuck. Now.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. ‘Bout you.” He confessed, combing his fingers through your hair before smashing your lips back together, giving you no time to think.
Kissing Rhett was nasty, messy, and you loved it. His mouth was on yours, making up for all the times he tried to but hadn’t been successful in kissing you. His hands were roaming your body, caressing the newly naked ass presented to him. He felt like he was fifteen years old ago, seeing a naked body and losing his mind. But he wasn’t fifteen and you weren’t naked, he was losing his mind at the thought of getting you naked. It’d have to wait because he’d become a murderer if anyone else saw you naked from this point on.
“Thought about you too. Your fingers and how they’d feel inside me, probably so much bigger than mine.” You confessed, taking breaths in between your words, staring at Rhett as he processed what you just told him.
“You are the hottest woman I have ever met, goddamnit Honey.” He groaned in response, sliding your panties to the slide and playing with your clit. “I’m gonna finger you for a second, just stretch you a bit and then I’m gonna fuck you. Okay?”
You shook your head yes and leaned your head against his shoulder as his middle finger slid inside of you. He twisted it occasionally, adding a bit of fun but never letting your orgasm build up. He wanted you to cum on his cock and not a moment before. He slowly added his ring finger to the mix, fucking into you slowly enough to stretch you and be not enough to get off. You wanted to cry when he removed his fingers, no longer feeling the fullness of his fingers, but it wasn’t long before it was replaced with the tip of his cock.
“How bad do you want it?” He teased, pushing just the head in and pulling it back out. Making sure to never let more than his head go inside of you.
“Rhett please, need it. Need your cock, need you to fuck me..” You cried out into his shoulder, gasping loudly when he pushed the whole thing inside of you. “Holy fuckin’ shit..”
He chuckled at your response and kissed the top of your head, waiting just a few moments before he pulled all the way out and pushed himself all the way back inside of you.
“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.” He grunted into your ear, slowly starting to move just a little bit faster. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours Rhett, shit, yours..”
He seemed satisfy with your answer and braced himself with one hand on the console and the over wrapped around you, fucking up into you like he wasn’t gonna see you again and this was your last night together. His thrusts were hard and deep, you’d felt a fullness you didn’t even know was possible until now, fast and rough. His soft grunts and groans were like music to your ears, adding to the warmth that was slowly building in your belly. The knot was slowly coming together and it was all the doing of Rhett Abbott.
“Shoulda done this ages ago, made you mine, made sure no one else touched you.” He rambled, words spilling out of his mouth at a speed you’d never heard him speak at. “Fuck, gonna make you Mrs. Rhett Abbott, shit baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ warm.”
“Gonna cum, Rhett I’m gonna cum..fuck fuck fuck…”
“I’m right behind you, baby.”
He quickly brought his hand down to your clit and pushed you over the edge he had you teetering on. Your orgasm milked the orgasm out of him as he fucked you through it, making sure not to change his motions until you moved his hand away from overstimulation. The windows had long fogged up, only lines from your hair moving against them were left unfogged. He relaxed completely in the seat, breathing deeply in an attempt to catch his breath.
“Holy shit, Honey. Fuckin’ Hell on Heels.”
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summery: you got a simbio, aka venom. Yiu were missing for 2 weeks, and that's how you got him. But when you escaped, and that's when Miles found. Well the prowler but you know. But now you guys went on a date, till the friend came after you while you were leaving the date. Then he was reviled
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You had venom for a full week now. And lord can he be annoying. When you first met him lord was it chaos. When you were escaping, you had no idea what the hell was wrong with you.
‘Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Okay maybe if I-’
Don’t move
A voice said you followed instructions and luckily you were clear. All of a sudden some of the guards found you. “HEY.STOP RIGHT THERE” some one yelled.Then those big body’s started shooting at you. You then started run.
“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck” you yelled. That’s when you got shot in the leg. You stummbed down and held your thigh in pain. One of the men came up to you, he watched as you rolled on the floor in agony. “I got eyes on the experiment. Taking her in right now” he said into the radio.
As soon as he was about to grab you, a black gooey type thing ejected from her hand. The thing grab the guard by the neck lifting him into the air as venom took over. Then but his head off.
Time skip:
after everyone was dead and severely injured He retracted back into your body. “EWW, ew, ew,ew,ew,ew. Did I- we just-, did YOU JUST BIT ALL THERE HEADS OFF” you screamed.
Yes, and if you wanna make it out alive and not get caught, i suggest we go. Now.
“Who-who are you” you asked as you started running.
I am venom
And from that day on, he had been stuck with you. Its been a good 2 weeks now and it’s… been something.
You were walking down the street to get venom some chocolate, after he’s been bugging you for the past few days.
“ you see you can’t just eat people, theres bad, an theres good, but theres very very bad people that don’t deserve a chance you know” you whispered as you said high to a person that was looking at you weird.
So only eat the bad guys?
“Yes,yes only them, you will never and I mean NEVER eat the good guys” you said as you entered the convenience store. “Hi miss lee” you greeted. “Hey n/n”. You went to the back of the store and grabbed a bunch of chocolate bars.
We need a hero name. A cap, oh or maybe-
“Wow, wow huh”
We are the lethal protectors
“...I- okay bud”
Wait, really
“Yea, you can do whatever, as long as it doesn't necessarily interfere with my school life you know and my work life cuz those are very important” you whispered as you but another box of chocolate in the basket.
Hmm, sure.
“Good” you nodded as you made your way to the counter, and paid for it all. “Thank you, Miss Lee” you said.
How bout we go have some fun, like weee, go eat some heads.
“Bud I literally just bout you a fucking loads of chocholet, what more do you want” you complained. You opened the door of your home and went up to your room as you listened to venom whin. You zoned out as you ‘listened’ to him rant on. Till your phone rang.
Who is that?
“Its my boyfriend”
Can i eat him?
“ NO” you yelled as you answered the phone
The phone call:
You:Hey Miles
M: sup ma, you ready?
You:r-ready, for what, were we goin’
M: remember our date… you forget huh
You:what. No, I have no idea what you on about fr hehe
M: just say you forgot
You:yea i forgot, sorry. But ima get ready
M: better grt ready quick, I’m out side
Time skip:
You got dressed and made your way outside to see Miles leaning on his car on his phone.
Ooo, he is handsome… can i eat him“If you eat him, I will expose you” you whispered, making Miles' heads perk up and smile. “ hey ma” he greeted, kissing your cheek. Another
time skip:
You and Miles went on a little date, you guys went to a little cool cafe. It was nice. Then you guys went to the ghetto to pick up something.“Boy why you bring me to the ghetto” you complained. “relaxe, This is part of the date mami” Miles reassured as he pulled up to, what looks like an abandoned warehouse. “Oh hell no, nigga I’m black, you know black people always die first” you joked. “And besides If anything happens you know I’ll protect you”
And me
“Whatever you say fr” you sighed. You opened the door till Miles shut it again. “Wow,wow,wow. What you doin’ “ he said. “Getting outta the car what it looks like” you sassed. “How bout we drop that attitude and try again”.
Oooo. now can I eat him
You rolled your eyes as Venom's words and bit back a strong ‘NO’ from coming out of your mouth.
“ I’m comin’ with”, “no your not. This is prowler work—” You completely zoned out on what he was saying as venom started talking.
Isn’t the Prowler one of the bad guys… I’m bout to start munching.
Right as he said that a black tentacle ascended from your back. You slam you back against the car door making venom recoil.
OW!
“I-... the hell was that about, you good?”You gulped and nodded. “Yea I’m straight" you nodded. "But I'm comin with regardless" you said stepping out of the car.
"Listen it's a long story, I'll explain when we're alone or sum. Just, lay low ight' " you whispered as Miles came up behind you in his prowler suit.
"What the-, how did you change so quickly" you asked. "Skill. Here, take this. If your gonna come with me, I don't need them knowing who you are" he explained.
You took the purple mask and put it on. "Okay... do you just keep mask on you" You chuckled. "Sometimes" he chuckled.
"Stay close ight baby" he said kissing your forehead before letting his mask cover his face.
"Okay-oooo a voice changer thingy" you chirped.
You both then started climbing the fire escape. There were a lot of stories. It was high.
"I swear if I fall, I will haunt you for the rest of your life" you warned as you looked down. "Don't worry I got you ma"
If he does not then I got us
You guys climbed up 9 more levels before reaching the top.
Miles pulled you up and you quickly got away from the edge. You looked up to see multiple guys standing there with guns.
"Oh shit" you muttered.
"Ah, prowler" the guy greeted. "Mr. Hawthorn", Miles, prowler replied. Then all eyes were on you. You gulped as the very big man approached you, staring you down.
Oh shit, quick act cool or something
"And who might you be" the man asked. Prowler grabbed you waist pulling you closer to him. "She's-", "no. I wanna here it from her" he ordered stopping your lovely boyfriend from helping you.
You gulped hard.
Make it seem like your dangerous. Make it seem like you blow up children for fun, say something. Call your self star glazer, NO. Call your self venom
You played it off and placed a sly smirk on your face, but it showed threw your eyes.
"I am venom,and you are..." You asked shaking his hand. "I'm scarface, nice to meet you Doll" he flirted as he kissed your hand. You could feel the jealousy radiating from Miles.
"Oh, well hello scarface,"
More like butt face, he looks like if DJ kalida and drake had a baby
You bit back a laugh as you grimace at the fact he was touching you.
"So we're are you from, what do you do? You have very pretty eyes Doll. Can I call you Doll" he asked looking at you. Lord did you wanna throw up.
Uhh, he does know your only 17...right.
"Hehe, thank you,and no you can not" you sassed taking your hand back and whiping it on your pants. "And Don't look for any redeeming qualities, I have nun" you said. Making him laugh.
Wow, this guy is really stupid, can he not take the hint?
"Yea,yea, hey what's your name again doll" he said holding out his hand.
"I am venom" you repeated. This time, a flash of white flashed in your eyes, making scarface snatch his hand back.
"Right, uh, let's go" he stammered as he began walking.
You two followed along.
"Okay,bad ass" Mile's chuckled. You rolled you eyes and went on with it.
Time skip:
You found your way back to them and waited to leave.They men walked you and Miles back outside. “Pleasure doing business with you, Prowler” Scarface said shake his hand. Scar face looked at you and held out his hand for you to shake. “Venom” he bowed his head slightly. You retired the gesture not shaking his hand. “Pleasure meeting you” you said.
It really wasn’t he’s annoying
You rolled your eyes at his words but agreed silently,some of the guys stood back while the others walked with you and Miles.As soon as you opened the door there were police and FBI. A bunch of dots were on you, “FREEZE,”one guy yelled
“GET ON THE GROUND NOW!” another yelled.
You and held your hands up in the air while Miles got ready to fight. While the other men got their guns out ready to shoot back.
“You guys, you do not wanna do this, trust me” you started, Miles looked at you then back at them, wondering what was going on fr.“MASK”
“COPY” then everyone got their mask out, and put it on. Now you knew what you had to do.
“Alright, have it your way.MASK”
Copy
In a matter of seconds Venom took over, snartching a guy up and biting his head off. Then they shot a bag as thing, but he caught it with his teeth, bursting it, making the gas escape it’s capsule.
Then.. Venom did his thing, while Miles did his.When everyone was dead or severely injured, you/venom was about to transform back, till bullets were being shot. You tured around and started walking towards him till the round was done. you/he, grabbed him by the leg holding him up by the ankle, about to bit his head off till…
“OHH What the hell?!” a voice said. you/he snapped his head in the direction of the voice to see the prowler. Aka Miles standing there. “Oh shit”In seconds you/he dropped the victim and you transformed back.
As soon as he say it was you he backed up a bit. “y/n what the hell,what-whats was that”.
“Yea so long story short i have a symbiote” you smiled sheepishly. You say his confused face and nodded slightly.
“Yeaaaaa, remember when i went missing for a few weeks. Sooo I got kidnapped into a lab, they did an experiment on me and multiple other people, and it turns out that I now have a symbiote named venom” you say all in one breath. Miles stared at you in aw then snapped out of it when back up came. He cut you off and grabbed you hands, his mask retracted back onto his face as he spoke.
“Okay,okay, breath, you can tell me when were out of danger.” he said, you nodded and went along.
Back at the house:
It had been few hours of when you got home and explained everything to him. “espera, espera, espera, espera, so you have a parasite-”
PARASITE.
You flinched at the loudness a little and stopped Miles. “Symbiote” you corrected. “He doesn't like being called ‘parasite’ but you're on the right track” you nodded.
“Yea symbiote or something. That you got from an organization that was doing experiments on people, which those others failed. But they found you, apartly you were a match or somethin. They were keeping you in there, for… whatever reason, you escaped cuz you realized you were gonna die if you don’t. Not its been 2 weeks or so, you and this… thing somehow bonded, now this guy lives rent free in your body” he explained
Wow, this guy is good. No wonder you like him so much.
“Yes, i know fast learner, we love that fr” you smiled. “His name is…v-venom” he said slowly, not sure if he was right.
“Correct”
Correct
“So he can like…here me right now. He talks… to you”
“Yea, wanna meet him”
“Uhh…will it depend… Does he like me? Cuz it seems buddy loves to eat heads” he said timidly.
Mmmm, well he’s not that bad, he’s not my type, but he’s not that bad, I can get used to him. But when you kissed him I can tell he was rather delicious. If he was a girl I would most definitely like him more. Buuuut he’s fine.
You nodded.
"He said he would like you better as a girl but he can work with you...also he said when we kissed you tasted good." You blurted.
"...is...that a good or a bad?"
" it's a good, he likes you very much actually" you nodded. "But don't worry, I won't let him hurt you papa" you reassured, giving him a peck. A sigh of relief could he heared from the boy.
"This is why I love you"
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Catheter omo part 3
Since y’all loved the last two- here’s part 3
You wake up to start your day as usual, get dressed, use the bathroom, eat, go to work, etc. this time- you realize the moment you enter the bathroom that you can’t pee. You pull down your pants and see that there is a catheter line sticking out slightly. You sigh heavily, pulling your pants back up. You notice a note on the mirror ‘no peeing till I’m home- I called in sick for you, relax for today.’
So now what? You get into comfy clothes and instead have a full breakfast. There’s another note by the coffee pot ‘drink the full pot by lunch time. I’ll be home around 5pm’. Well fuck. There goes the idea of drinking very little.
You start on your first cup with breakfast, then your second, which quickly becomes a third. You take a break from the coffee and go to play some games on your PS5. It isn’t until two hours later that you feel a slight urge to pee. You shrug it off and continue playing- your phone pings- it’s your partner ‘hey it’s lunch time! Did you finish the coffee?’ You know damn well that there’s at least two cups left ‘yep!’ You reply. ‘You better not be lying! I’m gonna check the cameras!’
Shit. You forgot about those. You get up off the couch and run upstairs, quickly pouring the rest of the coffee into your cup and downing it twice - there’s still a bit left. You pour the rest into the cup and finish drinking it just as you receive another text ‘wow! The cameras just loaded, was there a bit left over?’ ‘There was, I noticed it when I came up for some water’ you lied. ‘Oh. Well good thing that’s done. How much water were you grabbing?’
‘Just a cup, why?’ ‘Fill a bottle’ ‘what? I already am feeling pretty full’ your partner stops for a second before replying ‘look. I want your bladder to be visibly swollen. I want to walk into the house and see how full you got because you waited for me. Grab a bottle and go back to what you were doing.’
You do as your told, filling the 2 litre bottle and heading back downstairs. You go back to your game. You hardly notice how much time has passed until your bladder aches. You jolt back to reality and notice that you feel uncomfortably full, and your sitting down. You sit up and realize, your way too full. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you stand- it aches. You manage to stand completely upright, slowly hobbling over to the stairs. You whimper as you place your foot on the stair infront of you- you really shouldn’t have argued.
You manage to make it half way up the stairs before you nearly crumple from the waves of urgency. A moan escapes your mouth, followed by a few whimpers and whines, you can hardly believe how full you are and there’s more stairs. You gasp and moan at every step, taking it one step at a time until you reach the top. You manage to hobble towards the door, just as your partner walks in.
“There you are! I was beginning to wonder! All is well I hope?” They say, smiling at you “Y-yeah! I was playing some games…. J-just heard you pull in!” They notice your stutter but say nothing. They walk to the kitchen and notice you slowly walking over. “Hurry up puppy! I want to celebrate my promotion with you!” You bite back a whimper as they pull you into the kitchen. They hand you a glass of wine and announce that they are now able to work from home full time AND they get paid more. You congratulate them and they thank you.
It’s not till an hour later that they place a hand on your very distended bladder “someone needs to pee don’t they?” You whimper as they slightly push down. They laugh and their soft smile turns into a devious grin “let’s see how much longer you can handle, hmm?”
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A message from your future lover
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Moodboard. Dividers.
Pile 1:
Hello Pumpkin! 🎃,
Today I finally got into the university I wanted. Right now I am working on finishing my masters, I’ve been focusing on engineering. I really wanna get my PhD in engineering so I can have a better career in the near future and of course to spoil you when we meet. I hope you don’t mind cookies, I love baking and I do it as a hobby. When I bake I feel as the world is slowly sinking away and my fingers are creating a masterpiece, oh! That reminds me, I am also an artist so I hope you’re aware that you will become my muse as well. It’s a big thing for me because I don’t actually do things like this but lately every time I look at you…well, I just want to draw you into a renaissance painting or something of Mozart. Yes yes I know he’s a musician but I’m talking about the beauty of his classical music and that’s what I see with you. Anyways, I have a lot to say but I’ll keep them for the future and for me to speak about it to you that is if you don’t mind. Anyways, take care my lovely dove. I’ll see you then. ❤️
Your one and only future prince/princess
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Pile 2:
Heyyyy prince/princess,
Hiiii, okay so guess what?!!! I finally and I mean finally graduated from college!!! Whooo!!! 🥳🎉🎊🎁🎈🍾. I’m so happy right now because now I finally get the opportunity to have my dream career EEEEKK. Anyways, well actually not anyways, I mean I’m always so excited with everything actually I’m sorry for rambling on I can’t even think properly where were we? OH right!!
Okay, I’m sorry—I just wanted to say that I love you very much and I’m sorry this is a short message and I’m sorry that I’m so hyperactive but that’s because I suffer with ADHD/ADD. You gotta forgive me baby, I’m sorry. Oh crap, shit shit, I’m sorry I’m rambling on again. UGH. Sigh, I’m really sorry.
Okay I finally calmed myself down. I was getting very anxious about this but anyways, I just wanted to let you know if your feel down in any shape or form to always know that I am here for you even though we don’t know each other yet. I just wanted to let you know that your loved because I’m madly in love with you—hey did you know that? I’m literally and I mean literally in love with you. Actually it’s kind of crazy. I just can’t get enough of you. OH CRAP I FORGOT TO FINISH MY MESSAGE—right! And if you feel alone know that I’m by your side because we both can feel the connection and I feel it very strongly so you need to stop doubting your intuition because its pushing me away and I don’t want that to happen because i really do love you and I need you because i just-yeah I just really love you. Kind of crazy about you but not obsessive like those weirdos. I mean seriously those weirdos are creepy you know? How can you be so possessive and controlling over someone like that? Geez Louise anyways uh I rambled on once again. Man I’m so sorry. I just want to keep going but i shouldn’t. Till we meet again. 🤪Angel, stars, galaxy. That’s your nickname by the way and you will understand in the near future.
Cya, don’t wanna be ya, I’m sorry I’m joking. Peace.
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Pile 3:
Hey, hi, hello, what’s up baby girl/baby boy, captain,
So today I got a new sick apartment, I mean it’s all that jazz you know? The cool comfortable movie theater chairs with a nice tv. My bedroom comfortable as hell. The kitchen lookin’ fancy and shit. The whole shabang. Anyways, enough to talkin’ about my apartment, I was kind of curious about where you would be staying when you get here you know? I was thinking you could just sleep on my chest or lap wink wink. Both meanings if you catch my drift. And no I’m not sorry for bringing it up. But yeah, I’m an affectionate person with a poker face you know it’s kind of hard to find girls/guys who like me n shit. People think I’m fucking weird and crap but I swear baby girl/baby boy I’m not. Promise it. I promise and hope to die if I’m lyin’. Now now that’s a big step you know what I mean? Like I’m putting my life on the line for this promise n shit and I’ll do it again just for you baby. Just for you, my devilish and handsome prince/ beautiful princess.
ciao (goodbye), bunny
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042. An end of another chapter with you
wc: 1075
Graduation.
A day most people either dread or dream of their whole high school life, you included.
A few weeks ago, you got called to the principal’s office for the first time, to everyone's surprise. It wasn’t long till a rumor of you doing something bad spread like wildfire. Were you expelled? Suspended? Caught doing who knows what?
Quite the opposite actually. You sit on the chair in front of the principal, nervously waiting for what he has to say.
“Ms. [Last name], I’m sorry if I excused you from your class, but I think you’re going to want to hear this.”
Huh?
“What is it, sir?” You ask eagerly. Is it what you think it is?
“I am proud to say that you, [Name] [Last name], is this batch’s valedictorian for Academic Year 2022 to 2023. Congratulations,” he says with a wide smile on his face.
Yes.
Finally, you achieved what you’ve been dreaming all your life, to hear your name with valedictorian is something that you have been waiting for. It is to this that the sleepless nights are worth it. You wanted to jump up and down and squeal, but you needed to keep your composure.
“I see! Thank you, sir! Now, if I may, I will need to go to class now,” You say hurriedly, standing up out of excitement.
“Well, alright. Please prepare your valedictorian speech for graduation. Congratulations again,” You smile at the words that came out of his mouth. You quickly speed-walked to class, entering it as if nothing happened.
Now, here you were, awaiting for your name to be called, your hands, shaking. You couldn’t explain how nervous you were, you forgot that you hated speaking in front of large crowds.
“Please welcome [Name] [Last name], your Academic Year 2022 to 2023 batch’s valedictorian,” the speaker called as everyone clapped and cheered. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for all your life. Holy shit, this is actually happening.
You walk to the podium, your speech in your hand and a mic in front of you.
“Hello everyone. Welcome to my batch’s graduation ceremony. I would first like to say that I am proud of each and every graduate here today. I can not express how I’m so happy to have been with every single one of you throughout my journey through high school. The only reason why I am here is because of the unrelenting support of my friends and family, I can not thank them enough. As they know, I’m not the best at speaking in front of large crowds, much less the parents and loved ones of many graduates. So, I will be using a trick that I learned from a show called “Young Sheldon”, to only deliver that speech to this one person.
To this person, I know you know who you are. You have taught me to be the best version of myself in the very short period of time that we have been together. You were there when I cried because there were times I couldn’t do it anymore. You were there when I was at my happiest. You were there when I was just there. We’ve competed with each other many times over grades, scores, and who can finish their research paper the fastest. But, I wouldn't trade it for even the most expensive diamond in the world. This person taught me to just be myself, to be happy. I know it’s such a silly phrase, cliché maybe. But, you taught me that to be happy is the best thing that you can do in this world full of unending consequences and the worst things you couldn’t even believe happens. You taught me to just be happy through it all because you can’t control fate, so you just let it happen.
To be happy is to be the best, your best, you said. Soon, if you just keep smiling and look at the better side of things, then you’ll be happier than you were before. Sure, you will cry, get angry, fear many things, but know that all of that is temporary. Soon, you will find that something that will make you smile. Soon, you will find that someone who you will giggle about just thinking about them. And, do not get me wrong, maybe it will take years until you find it, but when you will, you will be happier than you ever were before. So, if any one of my fellow graduates aren’t at your happiest right now, know that you will get through this feeling, know that you will feel better because I can’t even begin to think what every single one of us will be doing in the future. So, just as a very popular artist once said, as long as we are fortunate enough to be breathing, we will breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out (Swift, 2022). Believe me, we will get through it. Thank you and have a good day,” as you walked to the place where the graduates were, behind the podium, everyone stood up and clapped, some of the graduates even teared up at your speech. You look at the person who you dedicated your speech to, Scaramouche, you smile as your heart flutters with excitement.
After the graduation, you met up with your friends, exchanging “congratulations” with each other.
“Oh my God, [Name]! That was the best best speech I have ever heard in my entire life! It almost made me cry!” Yoimiya exclaims as she hugs you.
“Haha! Thanks, Yoi,”
“[Name], I have a question,” Ayaka says.
“Go for it,”
“Who did you dedicate your speech to?” She asks, everyone looking at you as they await your response.
“Well-“
“[Nameee],” a male voice cuts you off, you immediately recognize who it is. You turn around and smile at the sight. Scaramouche with a bouquet of roses in his hands, covering himself with them.
“Speak of the devil. Kunii! How are you, my love? Did you cry at my speech?” You ask as he gives you the flowers. You friends finally know who your speech was about. So, they leave you two alone.
“Cocky of you to think I’d cry. I’m alright, congratulations [Name],” he says. He most certainly did cry. You hug him tight. “Thanks, Kuni, love you,” your words were muffled, but he still heard it, nonetheless. He hugs you back, returning the “I love you.”
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Of all people… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau
SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?
Fun facts!
Albedo was the salutatorian
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[Name]'s pfp is my dog :))
The speech is inspired by young sheldon HUJEWUHAHA
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the long awaited last chapter!!!! kinda sad it's ending since I've been doing this series since november 2022. Thank you to everyone who supported this series, I hope you loved it as much as I loved making it!! Get ready for more fics and Call you mine to come <3
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Joel Miller x oc part 1 Warnings: 18+, sexual, tension, dirty thoughts, drinking/alcohol, jealousy, angry, oc is 36 Joel is 53, age gap, cursing, etc Summary: Rory Matthews was late out in a bar forgetting she had patrol in the morning with Joel.
Rory Matthews
“Didn’t know you were a drinker, Daniel.” I look him over, my not so sober self thinking how he would be on my bed- ahh… now Joel crosses my mind, ugh, he hasn’t spoken to me since we kissed.
I roll my eyes at the thought, going back to Daniel, as he opens his mouth to speak. “You don’t know a lot of things about me, but if you want I can take you out and you’ll know plenty.” He suggests, well that was bold.
No one asked me out- why? You may ask, because everyone was scared of Joel, Joel was someone you would call ‘protective’, the knight in shining armor, there were even rumors spread around town that we were dating- oh how I wanted that to be true, but no, we weren’t dating… to my better judgment.
It was me, Joel, and Ellie for a while before we found Joel’s brother: Tommy.
Never mind, let’s get back to where we were now, and that was me sitting on a chair with a glass of beer and Daniel sitting across from me.
“Why not, I don’t have anything to lose.” I shrug, taking a sip from my beer.
“I’ll come by and pick you up, how about Friday?” He asked as he looks up from his glass.
Swallowing the uncomfortable feeling, and looking back at him, the little spark on his eyes said something else than just a date. It said more, and I sure as hell didn’t want more, but my ego answered before my head could translate. “I’m free.”
He smiled at me, almost a smirk, nodding my head I think of all the ways this could go wrong.
“I think I’m done for the night.” My more sober self comes out as I go to stand.
“Have a good night, sweet dreams, I’ll see you Friday.” Daniel says as I go and leave the bar.
I speed-walk down the road of Jackson as I make my way to my house, my legs not stopping till I’m in front of my front door.
My next door neighbor was a ‘lovely’ woman named Ginny, she was a year older than me, and I hated her guts- mostly because she hated mine more.
I saw her every now and then, flirting with Joel, or someone else that talked with me, she pretty much thought with who ever I talk with, I have a crush on, so she went over and talked their ear off, mostly flirting with them, while I could see Joel trying not to be rude to her but I saw the annoying little eye rolls he was doing the moment she started to talk with him.
And then we have my other neighbor that was across from me and that neighbor so happened to be Joel, and Ellie, because she leaves close by in a way-to-huge shack.
But still, I was happy she had her own privacy from Joel. I saw the kid way more than I saw Joel, she and I even had our girls nights.
I saw her as a younger sister, while she may be 15 I saw her as a sister, which is weird because I myself am 36.
Anyway, I step inside my house and lock my door shut.
“Home sweet home.” I mumble as I take my shoes off, and go hang my coat on the hanger.
I do my girly needs and go to sleep, the alcohol helping.
-morning-
A loud bang wakes me up. I pretty much jump out of bed.
Then I hear it again, grumbling under my breath I walk to my front door, stepping one step at a time as I walk down the stairs, my head hurting a little.
When the bang is heard again I yell out. “I’m coming you imbecile!”
Finally making it down I walk to the door. Only to find Joel on the other end.
“Joel.”
“Rory.”
“What’s.. up?” I ask mentally smacking myself for the pause.
“You’re late.” He says simply.
I look at him with confusion. “Late? Late for what?” I ask.
“Late for patrol.”
“Fuck- shit- fuck- sorry I forgot- give me 10 minutes!” I yell out as I sprint back into my house to get changed.
I hear his faint chuckle as I go upstairs to get rid of my sleeping clothes.
When I’m done and changed into jeans and a better shirt, I walk back down and go to my shoes, this time putting my black combat boots on.
“You ready?” He asks as I close the door behind me.
“Yup.” I answer as I make my backpack more comfortable on my back.
I do as I’m walking my hair half up half down, then someone class out.
“Joel!” A woman’s voice who sounds way too excited this early in the morning. 
Joel turns around me doing the same. Surprise, surprise, it’s Ginny.
“Yes?” Joel asks, and I do not miss the eye roll.
“Do you have a minute?” She asks with a voice way too high to be hers.
I mentally roll my eyes, something burning in my stomach- is that jealousy that I’m sensing from myself?
Joel turns his head to me and looks back at Ginny. “Can’ I’m headed out.” Joel says.
“Come on, she can wait, I need to tell you something.” She presses. My eyes widen.
“Hey go with her, clearly it’s important.” I say, doing my best to hide the loud jealousy that wants to kill the bitch, I turn around walking away, heading to the horses. 
“Hey, Rory! You’re late!” I hear Maria yell, I turn to walk up to her and explain way I was late.
“I’m so sorry Maria, I overslept.” I say as I come to a stop in front of her.
“It’s alright, you probably needed it, where’s Joel?”
Probably fucking Ginny.
“Ginny wanted to talk to him.”
“And he stayed?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because he most certainly does not like her.” Maria grumbles out.
“Eh, maybe she finally pulled a string and Joel did what she wanted, for her to shut up.” I sheepishly.
“And you know that, how?”
“I’m an observer.”
“Uhm.” She hums slowly, almost suspicious. “Okay.
“Sorry I’m late, someone asked for me.” Joel’s voice is heard from behind me.
Maria looks at me first and then at Joel. “It’s okay, only if you two start moving your asses and get out on patrol!” Maria says as she walks away.
I get on my horse, his name is Scar, as in the loin king Scar, he has a big scar on his eye so I named him Scar, but also because Scar from the loin king was one of my favorite characters and movie.
“Who’s a good boy.” I say as I pet the back of his neck. A whine is heard, Scar wanting more attention than just a pet, makes me chuckle. “We don’t have time for your attention seeking, Scar.” I say as I hop onto my seat.
“Open the door!” Maria’s yell is heard and the men open the two huge doors. “She you two later, and stay save.” She says as we ride out.
-at the outpost-
We left our horses inside the building so that it’s at least warm for them, the random snow storm not helping, it’s already 6pm, we were switched from patrol to lookout, worst part is, we need to stay here till morning because of the storm outside. The men that switched with us said they’ll tell Maria we were switched.
Joel went to write that we were switched and that we were in the lookout building. At least we had power.
Only thing was we had one bed. And the couch was way too uncomfortable to sleep on.
My jealousy was still mad at Joel for some reason, while my brain said to not think about it, the kiss we shared was an accident.
Hey, maybe he already was with Ginny and I was delusional for think other wise. But damn was it a good kiss.
As if the devil had been called in, he comes walking back to the main lookout aria. 
“What ya thinking?” He asks as he goes to sit next to me.
“Nothin’.” I answer back.
“Don’t lie.”
“Already did.”
I could practically feel the glare and eye roll from him. “Just speak to me.” He says softly.
I turn my head around to look at him, I straighten up and lick my lips, his eyes falling to my lips doesn’t go unnoticed, I corse my arms as I get more comfortable.
“What’s up in that little mind of yours?” He asks as he looks in my eyes, as if searching to find something in them.
“Y-nothing.” I grumble out as I again turn my head to the big window that looks over Jackson.
He turns my head back around with his hand on my chin. “Look at me as you say it, else I won’t believe you.”
I look at him. I can’t fucking lie in his face, that’s pretty much my weakness, to lie to someone I love in their face.
“N-nothing.”
“Don’t lie, again.” He say more sternly.
I roll my eyes and stand up, he most definitely will not have me confess my feelings for him, if that’s what he wants.
“I’m going to take some fresh air.” I say as I walk away and go to the opened area that’s like a balcony, on the left there’s a wall, a full on wall, to have as cover.
I go a little more closer to it as I look around, the big mountains surrounding the area, it’s beautiful how tall they are, the snow storm covering the top and sides of the mountains in snow.
A shiver goes through me, as the cold air hits my face.
Pushing the cold away I just admire the beauty of the setting sun the foggy air doesn’t let you see practically anything from the sun but the night.
A hand goes to my mouth and onto my waist as I’m pulled against someone’s body, I immediately put my hand on the hand that’s covering my mouth.
The person behind me has a strong grip, as his pushed himself against the wall, I calm down trying to make sense of how this person could have come up behind me without them getting shot by Joel, or is Joel dead on the couch? If he is, these people won’t rest till they’re dead.
“Imagine there’s a clicker in this building.” The husky voice whispers into my ear, Joel.
“What?” I grumble in anger his hand muffling my grumble.
“Imagine- just imagine there’s a clicker here, and we’re just like this, body to body, you can’t make a noise.” He whispers against my ear, his breath hitting my ear, something in my stomach flutters.
I gulp down my saliva as my cheeks start to burn. He pulls me more into him, my back arching as he lines me perfectly against his chest, the hand that’s around my waist tugs me further into him.
A small whimper comes out of my mouth, as I close my eyes. “Hey, hey, I need you with opened eyes, it could be anywhere.” He whispers more lowly.
When he again pushes my waist against himself, I can feel something poke me- my thoughts at interrupted by him changing places with me, this time he can look me in the eyes, as he has me against the wall.
“Joel…” I let a soft moan out.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
A low chuckle is heard from him. “And that’s what you’ll get, ma’am.” His husky voice is heard against my ear as he scoops me up, I tie my legs around his waist. “What ever you say, I’m under your command.”
My head falls in between his neck and shoulder. “Joel.. please.” I moan out softly.
“Please what?”
“Just- fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
He holds me up with his hands on my butt, as I have my arms around his shoulders as he carries me back inside. “Aren’t we supposed to be on watch?” I joke as he drops me on the bed.
“They won’t miss us.” He grumbles out, I go and unbutton his button-up shirt, so that he’ll be now half naked. “Now, isn’t that unfair? You fully dressed while I’m here without a shirt.”
“Didn’t you say you’re on my command?”
“That I am.”
I chuckle at him, he also goes to unbutton my shirt as he smacks his lips onto mine, the kisses is filled with hunger, he throws the shirt on the ground closely to where I had thrown his one.
“Now, now.” I stand up. “This won’t be surrender without me being on top, would it?” I tease.
“Shut up, and do what ever you want.”
“Well then.” As I go to say it I push him on the bed, him now sitting, making him look up at me. “Let’s begin.”
I go and unbuckle his belt before I go and remove his pants, him doing the same with my jeans.
I go and sit on his lap as we have a full out make out session, I roll my hips onto his crotch only to feel how hard he actually was.
Smirking I slowly but steady do my hand down, finding my way to his underwear, I slowly caress him, making him moan.
“Rory…” his soft moan is heard.
“Yes?”
“Don’t tease.”
I chuckle. I stop grinding my hip against him as I go and remove his underwear. And then after I do the same with my own panties.
A moan is heard as I caress his cock with my hand, I’m starting to get worried that this might not fit. And as if reading me like a book he speaks up.
“It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”
And that alone makes me wet, he starts to draw circles on my cunt, which make me a moaning mess.
After a moment he does both of his hands on my hip. He has me lined on with his cock.
“Please go slow.” I mumble out.
“Whatever you wish.” He says as he slowly pulls me down onto his cock.
The tip touches my pussy and I let a moan out.
He keeps going further into me, not stopping until his all the way in.
He stops to check with me if I’m okay, but starts moving when he sees that I’m indeed good.
He speeds up, making me moan louder.
“Joel!” I moan.
“Fuck.” He also lets a moan out.
“J-Joel, I-I think I’m close.” I say to him, over the slapping skin.
“Cum on me.”
As if that helped me through my orgasm, I let it out. He thrust over my orgasm and continues to fuck me endlessly.
I hold onto his shoulders as I’m onto of him, he turns me over, taking the lead, I dig my nails into his back as he goes down to my neck, leaving hot kisses behind.
He pulls out and comes on top of my stomach, moaning my name.
He drops over next to me as he lies down.
He sloppily puts a protective hand around my waist and pulls me closer, his body giving me warmth.
We’re like two body’s burning in desire.

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I already plan on posting part 2 of this so come back if you wanna read it!!
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I love the fics where the three boys are actually trueborn Valeryon-Targarian boys, like Harwin helps Laenor in the bedroom and such. So, like, it's funny imagining that all three are trueborn but they got Nyra's skin color and Rheanys's hair color like "canon" but have that specific Valeryon birthmark except all 3 have it in a very specific place that you can't see like the inner thigh or midback.
So imagine Alicent still tries to start the rumors that they're bastards till someone mentions the boys birthmark and such or Aegon or Aemond mention the birthmark and now Alicent knows she's in shit bc they're trueborn, genetics are just wild.
Or if we go the a/o/b way Aegon and Aemond are mates with Jace and Luke respectively.
Their pups come out with Laenor's skin tone and now THEY'RE the ones who are being called "whores" and whatever till their fathers show the birthmark that comes from Rheanys side of the fam.
so a while ago I made this one shot on twt bc it was inspired by a word prompt over there, but also very slightly inspired by this ask. I totally forgot to post it but I’m doing so now that I remembered. apologies ik is not what you were asking per se but I wanted to let you know that I read you and thought of you when I wrote the last bits of it :)
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I’m posting the ficlet in your answer now, (honestly should’ve done just that fron the start) since ppl in ao3 are straight up miserable and it’s so discouraging to share anything this days anymore. apologies!!
~say yes to heaven~
Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys
Tags: omega Aemond, alpha Lucerys, married aemond, infidelity, Lord of the Tides Lucerys.
For all his mother tried to presume her children marriages, Aemond led a pretty unhappy life. He was married to an alpha who refused to bond with him and refused to give him children until he’d see it ‘fit’—so naturally, the man was not happy when Aemond finally got pregnant.
It had happened after his monthly trip to King’s Landing, where the family had been summoned to attend royal business. His husband didn’t feel like going at that time, which Aemond was relieved about for once. He cherished the distance between him and his husband whenever it was granted.
Being there surrounded by his family put him at ease, something he never felt back at his husband’s. However, there was something Aemond didn't expect and that was to run into his nephew. Lucerys, to be more specific.
Aemond knew the boy was an alpha, though he’d presented a little late. Right after Aemond’s wedding. He remembers his father’s words when they got the news. “Ah, a pity it was so late. If I could’ve known, it would’ve been the perfect match for Aemond.”
His mother had been scandalised at such suggestion. But at that point, begrudgingly so, Aemond wasn’t. Anything would’ve been better than the deal he had gotten. Even if that meant that he’d be mated to the boy who took his eye and maimed him.
At least he would be bonded.
Lucerys was growing into a fine man. He’d gotten tall and was buffing out a bit. His face remained boyish looking, but he could see the resemblance of Harwin Strong starting to bleed through—but even then, he could see so much of his sister in him, too. He was beautiful, his nephew, there was no point in denying that fact. Joyful and free spirited. He was a prince of the realm and a soon-to-be Lord of the Tides. And Aemond found himself wishing it had really been him. Because even in the remaining bitterness he inevitably still held against his nephew, he could see his gentleness. And perhaps, Aemond, can’t help but delude himself, he could’ve even been happy.
A lot ended up happening on this trip. Aemond’s father, the King, died that week, and everything was a mess. He knew of his grandfather’s displeasure of his sister’s claim to the throne, he knew how he would still try to pull and stir some shit against the rightful heir, despite his mother siding with Rhaenyra. She at last recognised none son of hers had a claim to the throne after Viserys made it clear countless of times.
Aegon was an omega as well, happily mated and married to Jacaerys, they already had three children. He would be Queen consort eventually, that eased their mother a bit. In truth, neither Aemond, Aegon nor Daeron cared for the metal chair. And still—even when some stuff went down, Rhaenyra’s coronation still happened right after Viserys II’s funeral, and everything went according to plan.
Aemond got pissed drunk that day.
Along with Aegon, Jace and Luke who joined them last. Joffrey and Daeron were not here. They were in Essos, studying in the free cities because they were betas and had that kind of freedom. They also had privilege.They missed their mother and sister’s succession because they were too far away to arrive in time. Meanwhile Aemond was stuck, playing the sad, pathetic trophy wife to someone who didn’t even want the trophy. ‘Nor did he fucking deserved it.’ Those had been Luke’s words.
He’d continued to whine and complain about it all, he didn’t care. The drinks kept coming so the more he talked. One thing led to the other and the next thing he knew he was back in his chambers, mouth and body being devoured by his nephew’s perfect mouth. He’d never come so many times in a row. Hell, he had never come by somebody else’s ministrations at all before.
He’d like to say that it was the alcohol that led him to make this disgraceful deed, but it wasn’t. Because it kept happening. Again, and again, and again. And he let his nephew knot him each time. Because Aemond didn’t give a fuck anymore. He was tired of feeling so unwanted. So unloved. Luke made him see stars. He gave him a taste of life in each kiss, in every single touch of his hands and lips. He didn’t care. In fact, he wanted to be so full of his bastard nephew that he would bear him his own bastards.
Luke almost bites him. Multiple times, and Aemond almost let him. He wanted to let him, but he knew better, they both did.
And that’s how Aemond returned to what he was forced to call home. So well fucked and with his bastard nephew’s seed growing inside him.
His husband didn’t notice, why would he? The fool was always drunk out of his mind. When he had questioned Aemond, telling him he couldn’t recall; all he’d say was “You were drunk, dear, it was right before I left.” And they left it at that, his husband threw a fit about this not being the right time, something about how Rhaenyra’s succession had been disgraceful for their business and his house was losing money like crazy. Aemond didn’t care, he didn’t even listen most of the time. All he could feel and think was the life that grew inside his womb every day, and how it was not tainted by that scumbag, but blessed by the fire and blood he and his baby’s true sire shared.
When Aemond had his son, he had him in King’s Landing. He’d spoken to his mother stating his wish and how he wanted good maesters. He didn’t trust anyone in his lord husband’s wretched place. His mother had spoken to his sister and Rhaenyra had gladly accepted, so when there were only two moons before his labours, he moved to the Keep.
The absence of his lord husband was very much felt as the days passed. Aemond sat by one of weirwood trees in the Godswood one afternoon when the Queen approached him. They shared small talk and some sweets she’d summoned for them. Aemond was obsessed with cranberry tarts recently.
She then cornered him. “Tell me brother, how are you, truly?”
The day was sunny and warm, but breezy. Aemond took in a deep breath before he answered his sister-queen.
“As of right now, I am well enough. I like being here, it’s— I feel like it does me good.” He replied sincerely.
Rhaenyra hummed, a gesture that made them so similar at times; she schooled him. “What about your marriage?”
Aemond didn’t catch the way his body tensed in time to mask it, yet his face remained impassive. “What of it?”
“Are you content?”
He pursed his lips and kept quiet, trying to find a way to make it sound the less miserable he could.
“Because if you’re not, all you have to do is ask.” She said after taking his silence for what it was: no.
“Ask?” Aemond winced.
The Queen nodded. “You say the word and I will annul it. There’s no reason for you to be in an uncomfortable or unlovable situation. It’s not benefiting anyone, I don’t need any alliances with your lord husband, he’s not the heir of his house. His brother and father are already sworn to me. As for the child, they’re a Targaryen firstmost, no disgrace will fall upon them, or you, the Queen’s younger brother. Not under my rule.”
Aemond let her words settle, words that filled him with both, relief and dread. It meant the world to him to finally have somebody on his side, to have his back this way, but also that could mean other things. Like a chance to properly be with the one he truly loved. It made him chilly, though, the thought of not being loved the same way in return. The possibilities both scared him and freed him.
“Thank you, your grace.”
Lucerys had come to visit upon learning that Aemond was back in King’s Landing, alone. The alpha flew often from Driftmark.
The second the alpha approached him at night upon his arrival, he'd cornered him, scenting viciously at his neck. “It’s mine, isn’t it?” One of his hands cradled his swollen stomach gently. “I put that baby in your belly?”
Aemond moaned softly, his knees almost giving out.
“Yes,” he’d admitted against his mouth, a private whisper. Then he tried to bite down a smile as he spoke again. “I’m giving you a bastard, bastard.”
Lucerys made sweet, deep love to him that night. It was their truth.
When the baby was born, his husband had been summoned. It was his duty, plus the Queen’s orders. He wasn’t in the birthing room, Dowager Queen Alicent, his mother, was instead.
Aemond birthed a son with violet eyes and soft brown hair that curled at the ends. A curious thing, because his husband was a ginger with icy blue eyes.
But not as curious as the peculiar birthmark the boy carried on one of his little wrists.
“You did well, brother.” Queen Rhaenyra says as she holds her nephew for the first time.
Aemond could only smile a little from where he rested on his bed now. Lucerys was there too, he just arrived quietly. Aemond acknowledged him with a meaningful look.
“How adorable,” Rhaenyra cooed, playing with the newborn baby’s small hand, now tracing the birthmark she noticed there. “You know, Lucerys has the same unique birthmar—” she cut herself off immediately, and the room went tensely quiet.
#I think I have mentioned thid os before so here it is!#lucemond bastard baby ily#jsm old asks release#lucemond#aemond x lucerys#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#abo lucemond#lucemond drabble#lucemond fic#lucemond fanfic
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tell me that i’m all you want, even when i break your heart | diluc ragnvindr ( genshin impact ) x female! reader
genre angst
summary y/n l/n, a member of the fatui who preferred keeping a low profile, unexpectedly becomes close to the darknight hero who happens to be the rich tycoon, diluc ragnvindr, later falling in love with him when she shouldn’t.
cw fatui! reader, spoilers if you haven’t read the genshin webtoon, spoilers for inazuma quest act III - duel before the throne (!!!), mentions of fighting, mentions of death | not proofread. no beta we die like hilichurls / i don’t think i’ve understood or researched enough about the connection of the fatui and diluc, so please let me know if i made any mistakes!
notes the title of this oneshot is from taylor swift's song "afterglow"! i just thought the lyric fits well with this work :) idek what this is tho
As a member of the Fatui, you are to serve the Tsaritsa and follow the orders of the Fatui Harbingers.
After your superior, La Signora, was killed by the Raiden Shogun in Inazuma, you were stationed back to Mondstadt. Some of your comrades wanted so badly to seek revenge after Signora's death, but you couldn't care less.
She was just your superior that you take orders for. Now that she's gone, she's nothing. You only ever cared about getting the job done and never concerned yourself with your personal feelings.
Now, you have yet to be a subordinate to one of the Harbingers left.
What you hated the most about in Mondstadt is staying at the Goth Grand Hotel. Sure, it was luxurious and you had your own room, but the Fatui agents were annoying, brawling about who owed them money for wine. Every time. It was stupid.
Another brawl happened once again, and this time you have had it — so you left the hotel at midnight.
You had a coat draped over your Fatui uniform when you left, and thankfully most of the people were already asleep, only leaving the Knights of Favonius to guard.
They were about to stop you from leaving till you showed them your Fatui insignia, and that was enough for them to back off.
After wandering around Mondstadt for a bit, you discovered a mysterious man and a few hilichurls lying in defeat beneath him. You quickly walked away when he turned around, but he noticed you before you could escape.
"Hey, stop. Show yourself."
You mentally cursed. You knew better than to escape now. You displayed a calm expression before you turned to face him. He had a mask so you didn't know his identity.
…And you realized you forgot your mask in your hotel room. Shit.
You took a good look at him, and you could almost recognize the red hair, but you weren't sure since the moon was the only source of light at the moment.
"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously. You didn't want to tell him that you were a part of the Fatui — you knew how much people hated the fatui — so you lied.
"…Just a wanderer from Snezhnaya."
Seeing as you weren't much of a threat, he nodded and headed off, not bothering to tell you who he was.
The red hair was familiar, though.
After a few days, you found yourself wandering Mondstadt late at night once again as you couldn't sleep.
You sat on a rock and heaved a sigh. Moments later, you heard someone panting nearby, so you decided to follow the sound cautiously.
Some guy was leaning against a tree, head hanging low as he held onto his arm. You tried to hide to look at the person’s face but to your dismay, you accidentally stepped on a leaf, making a rustling noise.
He raised his head in alarm, then he saw you. "…It's you."
It was Diluc Ragnvindr — you realized at that moment he was the 'Darknight Hero' everyone was talking about. He wore the same outfit from a few days ago, except he didn't have his mask on.
And you forgot to wear your mask once again!
Your eyes widened when you saw his injured arm, which explained why he was holding onto it earlier. "You're hurt… Hold on." Thankfully, your vision could provide healing. You walked up to him, offering to tend to his wounds.
He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he agreed and lent you his arm. After that, he cleared his throat. "Thank you. I suppose I could treat you to a drink at Angel's Share as a token of appreciation," Then he added, "As long as you keep my identity a secret, I don't want anyone finding out what I do during these hours."
As a Fatuus, could you really be involved with him? "...Sure, and of course, I won't tell anyone."
Since that night, you started getting close with Diluc. You did a great job at not being seen by the other Fatui what you've been up to during your spare time.
Always accompanying him during his late night duties, or sometimes when he was the one in-charge at Angel's Share, you'd just sit and talk to him while he was making drinks for customers. You knew it was risky, this whole friendship you're developing with Diluc.
You never knew what history he had with the harbingers, all you knew that the Fatui declared him to be 'persona non grata' in Snezhnaya, and you haven't even told him you were a member of the Fatui.
The thought of telling him scared you, because it's been so long since you made a new friend.
But being in the Fatui, did you really deserve to have a friend? A friend who despises the organization you're in?
"I like you." Diluc blurted out, and you froze.
After helping him fight off enemies in the city late at night, you were both resting on Starsnatch Cliff and he just blurted his feelings out.
This is wrong.
"I… I know this is a sudden confession, and I apologize but I just couldn't help it."
This is so wrong... because you like him too.
"I like you too, Diluc."
You looked at him, and you were surprised by the look he gave you. He looked aloof most of the time, but the way he looked at you... it was soft. And it was killing you.
Well… As long as you kept your identity a secret, right?
He smiled and kissed your forehead gently, and you both enjoyed each other's silence.
For the first time, you felt incredibly happy when you and Diluc started dating (secretly).
You always hung out with him whenever he was on his shift at angel’s share (and he would steal a few kisses here and there whenever people weren’t looking… which was always successful. he just couldn’t resist you), and sometimes he would even invite you to his manor.
The past few weeks truly felt like a dream.
But you almost forgot dating him had consequences… like Mikhail finding out when he saw you and Diluc holding hands secretly in the city at night.
“What the hell are you even thinking?! That man is hated by our superiors! Does he even know you’re part of the Fatui? Because once he finds out you might get— tch!” Mikhail was angry; Lyudmila shielded you to prevent him from trying to hurt you.
“No. He doesn’t know.”
Mikhail let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to break it off with him.”
‘I can’t…’ you wanted to say, but you can’t.
So you made up your mind to tell your lover.
You had no choice.
You didn’t know the reason why he hates the Fatui so much… but you knew it was something bad enough that when you brought up topic to him, he said he’d rather be crushed to death by a meteorite than join them.
“Diluc, I have something to tell you.” You were at his manor, and he was currently cleaning up his desk.
“What is it?” He looked at you, smiled, and your heart broke at the sight, “Is there something wrong?”
You were silent for a moment, but before he could respond, you said, “…I’m a member of the Fatui.”
Diluc’s face hardened when you finally told him. He let out a breathy laugh as if you were trying to pull out a ridiculous prank on him.
But when he examined your face to see if you were joking, he realized you weren’t.
“You’re what?”
“I’m sorry, Diluc, I—“
“I didn’t ask for your apology. Why— Archons—“ He felt betrayed. His heart dropped. “So you approached me to what? To spy on me? Is that it?”
“No… no! I didn’t!” On the verge of tears, you tried reaching out to him but he moved away. “I was only stationed here… I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was—“
“You should’ve told me the first time we met, so then I would’ve been smart enough to avoid you.” The look of love he gave you a while ago, turned into hatred. “My father… the Fatui was connected to the reason why he died and I… I can’t believe you—“ he gulped, trying so hard not to cry.
Tears welled up your eyes as you covered your mouth, “I’m sorry… Diluc, I—“
Before you could see the tears in his eyes, he turned away and whispered, “Get out.”
“Diluc—“
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You held in your sobs as you left the manor, and once you were far enough, you cried.
Was there any point in explaining yourself when you already broke his heart?
notes idk if i should make a part two lol ..
xoxodiluc © 2023 | all rights reserved. do not claim as your own, modify, copy or repost.
#♡.heather's writings#♡.sfw#diluc ragnvindr x reader#diluc ragnvindr#genshin diluc#diluc x y/n#diluc x reader#diluc imagines#diluc#diluc x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact#Spotify#genshin angst#diluc angst#genshin impact angst
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when noah kahan said "if the sun don't rise till the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. oh, i was raised on little light" and when he said "i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad" and when he said "my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. the eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth. so when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about" and when he said "i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad" and when he said "my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it" and when he said "someday i’m gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "no thing so sure that i can't learn to doubt it" and when he said "i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it's a start" and when he said "at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive" and when he said "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and when he said "i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high. spent my savings at a lulu, now i'm suffering in style. why is pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. keeps rushing me" and when he said "if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. yeah, it's better to die numb than feel it all" and when he said "i drink till i drown and i smoke till i'm burning" and when he said "collect every dream in these old empty pockets, in hope that i'll need them someday"
and when he said "it's an ode to the hole that i found myself stuck in, a song for the grave that i dug" and when he said "i only tell the truth when i'm sure that i'm lying" and when he said "i would leave if only i could find a reason. i'm mean because i grew up in new england. i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them. spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in. i'm homesick" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces" and when he said "the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside, let it burn" and when he said "with a past box of photos i rip myself open" and when he said "feel the rush of my blood, i'm seventeen again. i am not scared of death, i've got dreams again" and when he said "a minute from home, but i feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin. it's all washing over me, i'm angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two" and when he said "my medicine is drowning your perspective out, so i ain't taking any fault" and when he said "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. for the shame of being young, drunk and alone"
and when he said "'son, are you a danger to yourself?' well, fuck that, sir, just let me call. i'll give you my blood alcohol, i'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i'll change my faith, i'll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she'll call me back. 'son, why do you do this to yourself?'" and when he said "i'll turn up the music and i'll forget until it ends that i'm not ready to let go yet" and when he said "i'm in my car and i see the yard, the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. if i could leave, i would've already left" and when he said "i thought i had something, and that's the same as having something. i get mad at nothing, blame my dad for something. i pull no punches, then feel bad for months. thought i was raised better. tried to fake better, tried to blame weather and escape better. hope the skin heals where the pain enters" and when he said "i saw the end, it looks just like the middle. got a paper and pen and a page with no space. i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication, then forgot how to cry. who am i to complain? and now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different and evades vision. makes the rain different, makes the news boring and my rage distant. yes, i'm young and living dreams, in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. but i can finally eat and i can fall asleep. it's fine, fine, fine" and when he said "medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus. throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" and when he said "we spent so long just getting by. that's the thing about survival. who the hell, who the hell likes living just to die?"
#noah kahan#you think this is long?#listen. i made one of these with ALL my favorite lyrics and it was at least three times as long as this#and i was like i absolutely cannot post that because skdfdfsk wow#so i picked just a few that speak to me in a very specific way and to establish a ✨ theme ✨#text#long post
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Practice (Blue Lock)
YAY!! FINALLY WROTE FOR THESE TWO!!! I love Sae so much 😭 I also feel bad for him that he has to deal with Shidou lmao.
Warnings: Cursing, this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling
Summery: Saes had enough of Shidous antics. Unfortunately there isn’t much he can do about it.
Sae Itoshi was going to kill Ryusei Shidou.
He decided he wanted to give him a very painful death and swore he’d follow through with it when he could. Why, may you ask? Well it all started from an incident that lead him into a downright humiliating situation.
“Sae-Sae pleeeeeaseee???” Shidou whined playfully.
“No.” Sae replied for the millionth time. The grumpy tone telling how fed up he was.
“But Sae-Sae I wanna practice with you!!!” Shidou cried, still following the pink haired prodigy around the field.
The U-20 team had another practice session for the upcoming match against the Blue Lock team, and Sae Itoshi finally agreed to join a practice. But only because he was on the team now for a while, and felt he needed to know who he had to work with. Certainly not because of Shidou. Definitely not. Not in a million years. Maybe…
“Stop with that nickname already! And would you give it a rest?! I’m not practicing with you right now. I’d rather just practice on my own. Juts fuck off.”
Shidou pouted at that.
“Well you’re no fun…” he said with disappointment, reaching to poke him in the ribs.
“Hnhg!”
….
Wait…
“Itoshi Sae what the fuck was that?” Shidou asked with a sly grin, taking notice how he had brought his hand to his side, possibly as a lame form of protection.
“N-nothing. Go away. Leave me alone!” Sae demanded, trying to regain the last bit of composure and pride he had left.
Shidou just smirked.
Sae looked back at him into his eyes almost as if to say, you better fucking not.
Suddenly the two had broke off into a full on chase. Saes legs were working over time today and he hated it.
The team soon took notice as they watched Shidou chasing Sae around the field.
“Wonder what’s got them so riled up?” Oliver Aiku commented as he finally noticed them, watching the two play chase.
Shidou seemed to be gaining on him, but Sae prided himself on being extremely quick and agile.
That is unless he forgot to tighten his shoe lace… which had in fact come complete undone during their little chase scene.
Just like that his agility went out the window, and Sae had fallen flat on his face.
He turned around to stand up. Before he could get up however, a massive weight had fallen on top of him, making him fall on his back, therefore keeping him straddled at the waist by Shidou on the damp and grassy ground of the field.
Unfortunately Shidou was a lot bigger and stronger than Sae could dream of becoming, so simply pushing him off was pretty much off the table. Regardless that didn’t stop his pride from trying to do just that. But it was futile no matter how much strength he put into his shoves.
“Where ya goin Sae-Sae?” Shidou teased, clearly not effected by the defense.
“Sh-Shidou get the fuck off!!” Sae protested, when he had nothing left. Getting angry was his last line of defense to try keeping his pride.
Shidou unfortunately had a counteract for that too.
“So, Sae… are you ticklish? Shidou asked with an evil grin.
“N-No!”
Crap, he said that way too fast.
“Then why’d ya run? Hmm~?”
“Because you’re annoying!”
“Then why are you so nervous?”
Well shit he got him there…
Without further ado, Shidou began wiggling his fingers up and down the pink haired boys sides.
Sae could do nothing but suppress his reactions, keeping his mouth sealed shut as he still continued to push at Shidou. If he was going down he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Awe Cmon Sae-Sae don’t resist~ I already know you’re ticklish now so what’s the point? Well you could hide it for now… but it’s all fun in games till I find a partICKLulary bad spot~”
That damn bastard. He knew he was just trying to rule him up. Sae would rather kill himself than admit that stupid little pun almost made him break.
Suddenly however, Shidou next found a spot on his ribs. He just had to go for the ribs. The giggles finally overflowed.
“Sh-shihihihit!!!!” Sae cried, squirming around more vigorously as he pointlessly tried pulling his hands off him.
“Awwww there it is!” Shidou said with a wide grin of pure, gleeful satisfaction. Encouraged now, he dug into his ribs, pressing in between each groove as Saes laughter filled the air.
A bunch of other team mates had taken notice and stared in awe as they watched the usually stoic and clam prodigy squealing and laughing right there on the ground as he squirmed and writhed helplessly under Shidou.
“Should… we go help them?” One of them asked, sounding conflicted between concern and amusement.
“Nah~” Oliver Aiku said with a playfully lazy tone. “Little sir genius other there is probably just getting what he deserves.“
On their end however, Sae was having a not so easy time.
“SH-SHIHIHIDOHOHOU WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!!”
Sae had convulsed and threw his head back into loud cackles, as Shidous hands went around and found a spot on the back of his topmost rib.
“Uh-oh~ is this spot sensitive for you~?” Shidou teased with a smirk.
“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHUU- NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
As soon as he said that, Shidou decided screw it and went right for his armpits.
Sae wildly kicked out his legs from behind Shidou, arching his back and clamping his arms tightly, despite that not doing anything to help.
“FIHIHIHINE!!! FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHILL PRAHAHAHACTIHIHCE WIHIHIHITH YOHOHOHOU!!!!”
Shidous expression brightened. “Awe you mean that Sae-Sae?”
Sae would’ve replied. That is, if not for the fact that his laughter had gone hysterically silent.
Shidou realized this, because he had stopped his hands, pulling them out.
Sae Itoshi, usually the most cool, calm, and collected out of most, was a mess. His face was red from being flustered and laughing so hard, his usually tamed hair was all messy now, and residue giggles were still leaking out of his mouth.
“Fuhuhuuck I hahate yohou…” Sae groaned, rubbing away at his overexcited nerves.
“Yeah sure you do Sae-Sae…” Shidou grinned, grinning as he poked at the pink heads cheek.
Shidou then held out a hand. “Well? Are we gonna practice or not.” He asked with a knowing grin.
Sae, finally gaining his composure back, accepted the hand.
“Yeah sure. But only on the condition that you don’t get too overexcited. It’s exhausting.”
He got up to see the whole team staring at the two.
Right. First he was going to have to think of a really good excuse to spare himself the embarrassment of teases from the entire team. Ryusei Shidou was so fucking dead.
#sprite🥤#tickling#tickle fic#blue lock#blue lock manga#blue lock u20#blue lock sae#blue lock shidou#sae itoshi#ryusei shidou#blue lock tickling#lee!sae#ler!shidou#ticklish!sae#ryusae#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickle fluff#sfw tickle fic
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𝙈𝙧.𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,279 𝘸.
𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮'𝘬𝘢𝘺 :)
Watching the ravenette part ways with a woman, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself while you waited for the old demon.
"Well that was one hell of a date, never took you for a romantic."
Vox sighs and walks pass you, "I ain't dealing with your shit today, I was having a nice time till-"
"-Till I arrived, ey?" You cut him off, pulling him down to your level by the collar of his turtleneck.
"Lookie here Mr. voice demon, I am doing my best to find a way to break this curse on you so that you can scurry off and freely live your life!" you muttered something under your breath before aggressively released him.
You hated the man, you spent majority of your time and energy hating on the demon that you didn't know what your life would be like if he just...forgot about you.
What if you did find a way to remove the curse on him?
Would he stop being playful with you?
Would he stop coming by to your house to cook for you when you can't?
Would he stop barging in your room to tell you about William Afton and the whole FNAF lore for the the millionth time?
Would he just...
...leave you like that?
So yes. You hated him so much that you ended up loving him—his goofy laugh, the obnoxious fart noises he makes, his passion in film making, and his overall dorkiness— if that ever made sense.
"...Better hurry that up, I can't make her wait for long." He says before turning to leave.
Her?
So he did find someone.
Shit, that hurts.
As soon as he was out of sight, you bit your lower lip trying to hold back from the sudden wave of pain that came washing over you. "You're so fucking stupid Y/n."
You knew that in loving him you would eventually end up getting hurt.
And you accepted that.
But shit you didn't expect that when the time comes, it would hurt this bad.
Your heart felt heavy.
Your mind goes blank.
You're just...
So tired, of the pain.
Of how empty you are without him. Without him touching you or talking to you or looking at you with those beautiful eyes.
Without him smiling playfully at you.
Fuck.
The next week you tried avoiding him.
You barely even look at him anymore, and only talk when necessary.
"What's wrong?" Vox asked, voice so serene that calmed your troubled heart for a short moment.
'Everything.'
"Nothing." You replied.
Sneaking a glance at him while he adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, you felt a pang in your heart looking at how happy he looked.
"What's the occasion?" Asking as if it wasn't obvious, you typed away on your laptop to distract you from the pain that you felt when he replied:
"I'm heading out to buy a ring."
Well shit, the pain felt like a whole ass truck running you over.
And fuck did it hurt. A lot.
Your fingers fastened its pace on the keyboard, eyes welling up with tears.
Vox then walked to the front door, "I'll see you later, better not drown yourself in caffeine, it makes you shit." He says while he puts his shoes on.
"Yeah, good luck with getting the ring. Make sure to choose the perfect one for her." You managed to say—more likely choked out—before he left.
Thank God he didn't look back and saw your face.
...
He didn't even look back.
He didn't even bother to look back.
He was moving on....
...and this time, without you.
Despite the pain and frustration, you were more determined to get rid of the curse on him.
Now, about how Vox got cursed...
About 408 years ago, your father, who had always headbutted with the voice demon, was the one who placed the curse on him..
The two were always at each other's throat for each of their amusement.
Your father was evil, I mean, he is a demon after all.
Once your father had gotten the news of the old man Tokugawa declaring a war against the Akuma clan, he told Vox that he wouldn't stand a chance with the daimyo.
(daimyo = warlord)
While Vox had pride in his clan, he got talked into making a bet with your father. If he won the war, your father will allow him to take over your clan, the (l/n) clan.
But if Vox lost, a curse will be casted on him till the day he die or till he finds a way to somehow get rid of the curse.
What is this curse you may ask?
Whomever Vox shall marry, will suffer. It will cause sickness, pain, loss, and even death to his significant other.
At first Vox didn't think much of it, but as soon as time passed, he realized that there was indeed someone that kept his heart wildly drumming in his chest.
Now knowing that he wanted the curse gone, he took your offer to find a way to get rid of it for him.
You did that because you felt responsible. You were the daughter of the demon that caused all this after all.
It was your last mission.
To fix every damage that your old man had caused.
Including this wretched curse.
"Here. Make sure to do exactly what the damned letter says." You held an envelope out to Vox, your face blank but eyes held a distant look to them.
In the letter was instructions of how to banish the curse.
It can only be read by the cursed.
So, it was no use to try to help him from this point on.
He looked so happy and excited looking at the envelope in his grasp, his beautiful golden eyes glimmering with newfound hope.
You were so happy for him. I mean, you watched this man live for more than 400 years and he has gone through tough shit.
He deserved so much more.
So much more than what you could've given him, so much more than just being loved by plain 400 years old woman who binge watch serial killer podcasts till five am in the morning.
This man is worthy of love, care and understanding of someone who can do better.
And that someone is not you...
"Hey, are you even listening? I thought I was the only one who zones out on conversations?" You were pulled away from your train of thoughts by his chuckles.
God, you loved it when he laughs.
He peered at your face, looking for any signs of distress or anything, "Do you mind telling me what's going on that pretty little head of yours?" He smiles with a hint of worry in his voice.
'Please don't do this to me Vox...'
"Yeah! I just remembered how immersed you were watching those documentaries about those red butt baboons." You let out a strained laugh, hoping to mask your sad tone.
"Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
"Yeah, I'll see you around."
As he was about to leave through the door, he glanced back at you, "See you soon." He smiled at you.
Once you shut the door close, your knees just gave up on you and you slid down against the door.
"Yeah..."
You had loved 𝙈𝙧.𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧.
With Vox:
Outside your home and in his car, Vox hesitantly rips the envelope open with his heart strumming loudly in his chest.
He reads through the letter, his brows furrowing at every word that was written.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."
𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →
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hiii 😁, may I request reader taking care of toya bc he’s sick, kind of like akito, like all kissykissy cuddlycuddly pleasee
-> 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
He’s not sure how he got sick, but he is sure there’s no one better to take care of him than you.
Toya Aoyagi x gn! Reader
Cw - sickness, cursing | Genre - fluff & comfort
Toya never got sick. For some reason, he was blessed with some rare gene that kept him from getting sick at all costs. He’s proud to say there’s only been one day in his whole life he’s been sick, way back when he was younger.
Unfortunately, that rare gene seemed to have abandoned him today.
The tall boy felt like shit. There was no other word to describe it other than utter shit. His nose was clogged up, forcing him to breath through his chapped lips. He was sweating bullets despite it being freezing outside. Worst of all, he was too sore to move.
He didn’t want to stay home, and would have been out the door by now if it wasn’t for the mysterious force that took over Toya’s body preventing him from moving.
He cares about his health a great amount, but would he put it before his education? Probably not. In his mind, school was the key to a good life. If he graduates with top grades, he’ll be able to move out much quicker. What if this one absence screws his routine up and he ends up like An & Akito?
Of course, that was the worst case scenario.
A quiet ringtone echoed throughout the room. Truthfully, Toya wouldn’t have answered it if his phone wasn’t vibrating along with the ringtone. Gathering the strength to sit up, he picked up the phone, your contact name displayed brightly.
“Where are you? Usually you’re waiting for me outside before I even get here. Are you okay?” Your voice was laced with concern. Toya silently scolded himself for leaving you waiting like that, swearing in his head he’ll make it up to you.
“Come in.”
“What?”
“Come inside the house, my room. There’s a little problem right-“ He cut himself off, coughing- practically hacking into the mic. ‘How unsanitary’ he thinks.
You hung up the phone, hastily making your way to Toya’s door. Your thoughts were filled with worry for your boyfriend, and another part of you hopes he’s just being over-dramatic right now. ‘Maybe he just forgot to make himself something for the morning last night…’
Throwing your bag in a little corner by the door, you ran up to Toya’s room. Something about his house was eerie to you. Perhaps it was the dead silence, or the way everything echoed despite how furnished the place was. Whatever it was, you didn’t like being alone with it, pushing you to hurry more.
Opening your boyfriend’s bedroom door, you were met with the sight of a bedridden Toya. His cheeks were flushed, lips chapped, pale skin and his eyes were hazy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d describe him as a living zombie.
“Oh my god, Toya! What happened?” You said as you pulled out your water bottle from your bag.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He pointed at his throat to imply he couldn’t speak right now, you got the message. Handing the two toned hair boy your water bottle, he chugged it without hesitation. It was… kinda scary. You’ve never seen him chug anything like that before. ‘It must’ve been since last night he last drank anything.”
You had a silent debate in your head, ‘do I go to school and come back here later, or do I stay and take care of him? His dad won’t be back till much later, I don’t wanna leave him alone for so long.’
“That’s it, I’m your caretaker for the day!” You declared.
“But you have school?!” Toya said back, his coughs after not helping his case.
“I can miss a day to take care of you, I don’t mind.”
Toya’s eyes scanned over your uniform, were you really going to stay in that all day? I’d you were going to spend the day with his sick self, you might as well be comfortable while you’re here.
“My closet- you know where it is right?” What a dumb question he thinks, of course you know. You’ve been here plenty times before, the fever is really getting to his head.
“Yeah of course I do, do you want a change of clothes? Sweatpants I’ll assume?” You peeped at the closet nearby, scanning the area for any sweats.
“Y-yeah. But you can also change into something- you won’t be comfortable in that uniform all day.” Ah
You got what he meant now, he wanted you to wear his clothes while your helping him. ‘But he could also use a change of clothes..’ You picked out a change of clothes for him before you did yourself. After all, he was the sick one. Neatly folding the sweats and t-shirt, you handed it over to him before exiting to change in the bathroom.
Toya was glad his cheeks were already red, otherwise you’d have noticed him blushing at everything you did. You knew him so well- and didn’t even mind taking care of him while he’s ill. He was lost in thought about you, before a knock on his door interrupted them.
“You done in there yet?”
‘Shit’ he didn’t even move, he was too focused on you. ‘This’ll be embarrassing if they find out.’
“Yeah- um… give me a second. It’s exhausting to move.” You hummed in response. He probably didn’t eat yet… once you get him situated, you should probably cook him something. Can’t forget to brew his coffee either…
“I’m done.” You hear through the door.
Picking up the dirty clothes to throw in the laundry basket, you turned your head towards Toya. He looked utterly exhausted and out of breath, it made you feel terrible. Even if it wasn’t your fault he got sick- you still wish there was a way to take the sickness away from him.
“Breakfast?” You asked softly.
“Please, with coffee?” He said tiredly. He could definitely use coffee right now even if he wasn’t sick.
“Of course.”
As you walked out his room and towards the kitchen, you realize you weren’t nearly as nervous in his house as you were when you entered. Perhaps it was knowing Toya was indeed here, and you weren’t alone. Or it was the clothes that smelled just like him, that for some reason blocked any worries in your mind.
Either way, it was reliving. You finished brewing Toya’s coffee right as the pancakes finished. Using syrup to draw a smiley face on the top pancake, you then brought the plate and mug up to Toya’s room.
“Here you go, love.” You said as you helped him sit up, placing the plate on his lap and setting the mug on the nightstand close to him.
Toya smiled warmly at you, your presence already making him feel better. He’s not sure what he would do without you.
“We should both sleep after I finish eating, you woke up early for school, right? We both could use the extra sleep.” While he said it out of concern for you, he also asked just so he could cuddle up with you for awhile.
“That sounds nice, but you need to finish eating first!”
“Of course.” He chuckled.
Toya really doesn’t know what he would do without you.
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Beware of Mr. Midoriya pt 2
(Here's part 2 guys, its pretty short but I hope you like it)
Oh, that phone call with Kaachan was going to be interesting to say the least!
When Izuku got home, he waited till his kid ran off to their play room before texting Katsuki.
Izuku: Hey Kaachan, I’m home. You wont believe what happened!
Incoming video call from Kaachan
Izuku accepted the call and got comfortable on his bed.
“Hey nerd what the hell happened, how’s (Y/n)?”
“(Y/n)’s okay now, I’m still mad”
“Oh boy, what happened? Also the extra’s wanted to know what the hell happened for you to take off like that.” Izuku huffed when he saw the other pro heroes in the camera shot.
“So apparently a kid has been bullying (Y/n) for a while and every time (Y/n) would inform the teacher like I taught them to, the teacher wouldn’t do anything! And when i say bullying i don’t just mean some petty things. I mean taking their note book, hide it, ripe pages out, or other things. The teacher just said ‘handle it yourself!’” The more he explained the louder Midoriya was getting, waving his hands around with an annoyed look on his face.
“So what happened today?” Asked Ochako, thats when Midoriya’s mildly annoyed face turned to a look of rage.
“The kid went after my child again, my kid tried to get their book back only to be shoved, grabbed by the hair, and for their face to be smashed!” There was a collective gasp of shock and horror from the group, Katsuki told Deku to continue.
“So what happened next?”
“I got called to the office, and when i went in there the principal would not let me see (y/n). Refused to tell me what happened to them, if they were okay, and started victim-blaming them. Saying ‘they need to take accountability!’ Accountability my ass! I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to that BS, so i walked out only to find my precious lil angel curled up on the floor of the nurse's office bruised and bleeding and crying!”
Many ‘oh my god’s, ‘no fucking way!’ ‘Holy shit!’ and ‘oh hell no!’ were exclaimed from Katsuki’s side of the call. Katsuki’s face turned just as serious almost bordering upset. Katsuki was surprisingly very protective of kids even if they weren’t his. Not to mention he remembered how he treated Izuku, even though the green-haired pro hero forgave him, he still promised to better himself.
Hearing that someone was harassing Izuku’s kid set something off in him, though it was less rage and more hurt. He loved the lil one as if they were his own kid so it stung to hear this. Especially about the journal. He remembered destroying Deku’s journal.
“Oi nerd, I’ll buy the lil munchkin a new one.” Izuku paused for a moment to reply.
“I think (Y/n) would like that.”
“good now go on, the hell did you do when you got there?”
“Well, I cleaned and bandaged (Y/n) up and then went off on that woman. I told her that accusing my child of something they didn’t do and victim-blaming them for self-defense is fucked up! That what happened was peer-on-peer abuse and neglect done by her faculty and abuse of power on her on end! And I told her to fix her goddamn policy or I’d bring her ass to fucking court!” Midoriya didn’t mean to be so loud with it but he found himself yelling again. Taking a deep breath he finished.
“She has until the end of the day to send an email to me that (Y/n) will not be punished, and what punishment the bully & teacher will receive. Then when my child goes back to school they should be expecting an apology from them all.”
Once again sighing he was met with looks of pure shock and mild fear. As if he’d switched to Deku he smiles at them and brushes his hair back.
“Sorry for yelling, you know I can’t stand when people do that stuff to children. I wasn’t too harsh was i?” How in the hell was he suddenly feeling apologetic!?
“Nerd! The hell are you apologizing for? You did what you had to do to protect the lil munchkin, that bitch is lucky you didn’t arrest her once you found (Y/N) on the floor.” “I forgot i could have her arrested to be honest” And he’s back to being a sweet ‘cinnamon roll’ Deku.
“Damn dude I would’ve been scared to be a bystander to that meeting” Commented Kaminari
“Oh yeah I’d be too, sometimes i forget how scary you can be, especially when you’re angry!”
“Mhm, that’s when Midoriya comes out! He’s all scary and serious.”
“Oh come on guys I’m not that bad” Izuku pouted, Katsuki laughed a little at his statement.
“Nerd I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna mess with your child again after that!”
“Good, they better not” Izuku said in his dark and serious voice.
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