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#I see big demon guys and I go 💖

joelscruff · 1 year

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one day i'll feel alright (joel miller x reader) 18+

here it is... the Big One. i've been hyping up this part of my soft!dom joel series for a while now (probably too much, i'm sorry) but i'm so excited to finally share it with you guys. i just wanna note that this is not the end of soft!dom joel by any means. i wanna keep writing for these two as long as i can, just probably nothing else as long as this lmao 💖 enjoy! | masterlist summary: joel must finally face his demons when you don't return from patrol. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: fem!reader, age difference (reader is mid 20s, joel mid 50s), dom/sub dynamics (joel is dominant but not degrading or aggressive), hurt/comfort, angst, praise kink, dirty talk, bathing together, oral (both f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, size kink, orgasm denial, comeplay, come eating, yall this one is SO filthy be warned word count: 15k | ao3 spoilers: this contains vague spoilers for part two of the video game (and most likely for season two of the show). nothing too major (joel does NOT go golfing in this fic).

The patrol schedule is posted on Monday morning outside the community center and you're one of the first people to look at it, eyes frantically scanning for your name as your heart pounds in your chest. There's no way, you think to yourself, still searching, He wouldn't actually talk to Tommy about a schedule change.

You finally find your name and feel those annoyingly familiar angry tears begin to burn in your eyes.

"Fuck you," you mutter under your breath, shaking your head, "Fuck you, Joel."

You're no longer his patrol partner.

You briefly consider going to his house, pounding on his door until he answers and screaming in his face about how ridiculous and immature he's being, but you realize that doing so would make you just as immature. Instead, you just decide to pretend it never happened, like you never patrolled with him to begin with.

"Steve is nice," one of your friends says to you later, "I like him, you'll get along."

Who the fuck is Steve? you want to ask, but then remember that it's his name that has replaced Joel's on the schedule. To make matters even worse, you're no longer going up to the ski lodge and are instead going out past the perimeter, a patrol location known to encounter raiders pretty often. Fantastic.

The next time you see him is that night in the dining hall, sitting in his usual corner by himself and gulping down bites of chili like he hasn't eaten in weeks. It used to be endearing, those big bites, now it just pisses you off.

He doesn't look at you. Over the past few weeks you'd grown accustomed to him peering over at you every so often, giving you small smiles to acknowledge that he saw you and remembered what the two of you shared every weekend. Neither of you would talk about it; it was private and belonged on the mountain, which you were fine with. At least he'd give you those looks, those smiles, and remind you that you were his pretty girl, his little secret.

Now his lack of acknowledgement, his purposeful ignorance of your presence, it makes you feel sick. You end up having to excuse yourself before you do something you'll regret. Like punch someone.

Steve is nice, but that's your first immediate problem with him. He's too nice. He talks too much, constantly trying to fill a silence that doesn't need it, asks you way too many questions and doesn't seem even vaguely put-out when you give him the most basic possible answers. He's young, probably in his mid-thirties, and you find yourself desperately missing the long and comfortable silences you shared with Joel, his gruff sighs, his breathy chuckles, his music, his books, his age. You realize pretty quickly that you view Steve as a boy and not a man, despite him being older than you. Internally, you tell yourself you need to get a grip.

Your new patrol location isn't as bad as you'd first thought; you're stationed in an abandoned cabin in a wooded area past the perimeter. It's cozy and inviting, kind of reminds you of the ski lodge, which quickly makes you feel depressed. You both take turns circling the area - although at first Steve had suggested you do it together; you'd vetoed that immediately. Your main responsibilities are checking traps and watching out for infected. It's actually a bit more engaging than your previous patrol which you feel slightly grateful for; it's nice to feel busy. And to shut your thoughts up.

At the end of your first patrol with Steve you both walk back to Jackson together in the early morning, him still continuing to chat and tell you things about himself regardless of whether you respond. You're almost back to town when you notice that you're suddenly on the same path you and Joel used to take, the one that leads up to the mountain. You stop in your tracks.

"What time is it?" you ask, interrupting whatever Steve had been prattling on about.

He looks down at his watch, "Almost six," he smiles at you, "We'll be back just in time for breakfast."

Almost six; around the time you and Joel would usually be reaching the bottom of the mountain. Your eyes scan the tree line, brow furrowing as you search for any sign of him making his way down the path. Steve stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to say something.

"Should we...?" he gestures toward the path you're both on, toward town, and you bite your lip in thought.

"Just gimme a sec," you say quickly, still searching, "I wanna say hi to my old patrol partner."

"Aw, that's sweet," he says with a smile, and it's so earnest and endearing that you can't necessarily be annoyed, "My old patrol partner, we-" he starts chatting again, buying you some more time.

Not more than a moment later, two figures suddenly emerge from the trees: Joel and Tommy. You feel your heart start to pound as they walk down the path, neither seeing you and Steve standing there until they're almost directly in front of you. They're caught up in some kind of deep conversation, you might even call it an argument judging by Tommy's stiffness and Joel's flared nostrils.

Tommy sees you first, giving you a wave and a smile, then nudging Joel. Joel follows Tommy's eyeline and suddenly freezes in his tracks, standing still on the path while Tommy continues to approach you.

"Good patrol?" he asks, nodding to Steve, "No trouble?"

"No, sir," Steve says, eager and polite, kind of like a golden retriever puppy, "No problems whatsoever."

"Glad to hear it," he looks at you again, "Hey, mind if we meet later for a chat?"

You wonder if he wants to chat about whatever he'd just been arguing about with Joel. Intrigued, you nod, "Sure."

Joel reaches you then, pace slow and hesitant. You turn to look at him, trying not to let the anger you feel toward him completely overtake you; the last thing you need right now is to either start crying or yelling.

"Hey," you say with a stiff nod.

"Hi!" Steve says beside you, and you try not to wince as he puts his hand out, waiting for Joel to take it, "I'm Steve."

Joel simply stares at him, then his hand, and then looks at you, eyes dark and cold. His gaze slips between the two of you back and forth for a few seconds, expression unreadable, then continues down the path without speaking.

"Meet me by the stream 'round noon, alright?" Tommy says, backing away to follow Joel, "I'll bring you lunch."

You watch as he catches up to Joel, says something to him, but Joel doesn't respond and just keeps on walking ahead, pace quicker and quicker. You're still just standing there watching their forms get smaller when Steve finally speaks again:

"He's...uh...friendly."

You laugh without humor, hitching your pack up your shoulder and starting to walk, "Oh, you have no idea."

You meet Tommy around noon by the stream like he'd asked, crossing the bridge and giving him a small wave of acknowledgement as you approach. He's got a paper bag with him; lunch, just like he'd promised.

"Tuna fish," he says with a kind smile, chuckling at the face you make as he hands the bag to you, "It was either that or egg salad."

"The dining hall must stink today," you reply with a scrunch of your nose, but you take the bag gratefully, "Thanks, Tommy."

"No problem," he gestures toward the bench he's sitting on, inviting you to join him, "Let's talk."

He talks and you mainly listen, nodding along every so often and chewing your tuna sandwich thoughtfully. He starts by thanking you for "everything" you did for him and Maria, which you quickly dodge because all you'd done is take a patrol off his hands - a patrol that's gone back to being his again, but he doesn't mention that part. He talks about how big a help you've been, how he's glad you're here, all the basic stuff he's already told you before. You're almost done your sandwich when you realize he's talking complete bullshit.

"Tommy," you say, balling the paper bag up and shoving it into your pocket, "If you wanna talk about Joel, just do it."

He freezes, recognition dawning in his eyes as he sighs and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. It's a habit he and Joel share, and you can't help but feel an ache in your heart when the image of Joel doing the same thing crosses your mind.

"I'm sorry about the switch," he finally says with a deep sigh, "Joel told me to do it. Not asked, told. He was pretty obstinate, told me it wasn't workin' between you two anymore and he wasn't gonna stay on ski lodge if you were there."

The words sting, even coming from Tommy. You swallow the last of your sandwich and cast your eyes down to the stream, watching the water ebb and flow as Tommy continues to speak.

"I just want you know that if I had it my way, you'd still be up there with him," he says it earnestly, and you understand now why he'd led with all the compliments and reassurances; he'd thought you didn't know why you'd been switched.

"I know," you say quietly, "Tommy, I know it was Joel's idea. He told me last patrol that he was gonna ask you to take me off ski lodge."

"But why?" he sounds genuinely confused, "It was working so well, Maria and I thought you had a great thing goin'."

You nod slowly, refusing to look at him, "We did. But I guess he never told you any details?"

You sense him shake his head beside you, "No, I spent almost the whole patrol trying to get him to talk about it and he wouldn't. Just kept saying it wouldn't work anymore and that he wasn't gonna say anythin' else about it. Stubborn, my brother. Always has been."

I know, you want to say, believe me, I know.

"So I figured I'd ask you."

You finally look over at him then, "There's not much to say, Tommy."

"But there's somethin'," he leans forward, looking concerned, "I know my brother, I know when he's hidin' somethin'. There's somethin' he's not telling me and I want you to tell me 'cause otherwise I'm just gonna assume the worst."

"Which is...?"

He sighs, leaning back against the bench again, "I don't even know."

You touch the back of your neck awkwardly, trying to decide how to word it. There's absolutely no way you're giving him all the details - or any details for that matter - but you do owe him some kind of explanation considering he's now losing his free time again over this.

"Me and Joel, we..." you bite your lip, "We had...." you sigh and shake your head, "Okay, what I'm about to say does not leave this bench, Tommy. You can tell Maria but that's it."

"Oh shit," he says, eyes going wide, "Were y'all fuckin' up there?"

You groan, leaning forward as your arms fall to your knees and you cover your face with your hands. He's not necessarily correct, but somehow the reality is much more embarrassing to admit. You don't say anything in response, confirming his suspicions.

"Jesus Christ," he says, voice full of genuine surprise, "I was...holy shit, I was not expectin' that."

"Anyway," you say into your hands, skin turning bright red beneath your fingertips, "It's over now and he doesn't want me up there with him anymore, that's all you need to know, okay?"

"Yeah," Tommy says immediately, "Yeah, sure, of course. I wouldn't dream of -" he makes a weird noise, "God, I did not think that's what was goin' on."

"Sorry," you wince, pulling your hands away and sitting up again to look at him. He looks genuinely uncomfortable, arms crossed as he shifts next to you on the bench, cogs turning in his mind. He's probably thinking about what exactly the two of you have been doing up there when you're supposed to be patrolling and the very thought makes both of you cringe simultaneously.

"No, don't apologize, I asked," he shakes his head again, eyes still wide, "I, uh, I won't tell anybody, no worries."

"You can tell Maria," you reiterate, "I don't want you keeping anything from your wife."

"I'll tell her but I doubt she'll believe me," he's staring ahead, still in shock, "You? With Joel? I'm sorry but..." he laughs loudly, still shaking his head, "I didn't think my brother had it in him."

You make a face and stand up, "Okay, that's my cue to leave."

"No, sorry, I'll leave," he stands up as well and digs his hands down into his pockets awkwardly, "I'll uh... be at the bar, if you need me."

He goes to cross the bridge but stops halfway, turning slowly and giving you one last kind and gentle look, apologetic.

"Hey, I'm sorry it didn't work out," he says, and you can tell he means it, "You're real sweet, my brother's just an ass."

"I know," you say with a small nod, "You did warn me."

"I did," he says it sadly, looking down at the stream, "He has his reasons, though. Maybe he'll tell you one day."

"Maybe."

He turns back around and walks away, leaving you standing there alone by the stream with an ache in your heart that won't go away.

He was pretty obstinate, Tommy's words echo in your head, told me it wasn't workin' between you two anymore and he wasn't gonna stay on ski lodge if you were there.

You stare at the steady flowing water and try not to think about how much it hurts to know he really said that to Tommy. Is that how little you mean to him? How little what the two of you shared meant? You've known the whole time that it wasn't a "real" relationship, you haven't even kissed him for god's sake, but it was a relationship nonetheless. A little weird, a little timid, but soft and new and safe and warm. And all along you'd just been a distraction for him.

In the deepest parts of yourself you've known this all along, remembered how many times in the past few weeks he said that it would be the last time, that he couldn't do it anymore, and you'd just continued to persist and persist until he'd finally had enough. You hadn't really thought he'd end it, didn't think he really meant it.

The tears start flowing before you can stop them. You continue to just stand there dejectedly, staring at the water and trying to figure out what exactly it is about you that made him simply stop caring - if he even cared to begin with.

A rustle of branches makes you jump and your head snaps up, looking toward the sound. A short distance away you catch a bush moving in an unnatural sort of way, shaking back and forth like someone had been watching from behind it. Quickly, you dash forward and pull the leaves apart to find the culprit.

No one's there.

Hurriedly you wipe your face and walk across the bridge, shoving your hands back in your pockets and hoping someone hasn't just witnessed your moment of weakness. And if they have, they'd better keep it to themselves.

Another week passes without any acknowledgement from Joel. You decide to stop eating in the dining hall because it hurts too much, instead grabbing your meals to-go and eating them either in your house or by the stream. On one occasion you'd arrived at the stream at the same time Ellie had decided to sit and practice guitar, freezing in place when you saw her. You hadn't spoken since that one very brief conversation months ago when she'd asked about your scars. You hadn't known then what you know now.

"Hey," she'd said with a nod, then went back to strumming aimlessly on her guitar, "You can eat your lunch here, I don't mind."

You'd shaken your head and taken a step back, "No, that's okay, sorry," then you'd turned and practically run away from her, not entirely sure why.

She reminds you of Joel, you dummy, you'd thought to yourself on the walk back home, biting down on your lip and trying to keep the tears at bay this time. Everything reminds you of Joel.

On Saturday morning you hear a knock at your door. You're still in bed, confused and bleary eyed as you sit up and wait to hear it again, just to be sure you're not still dreaming. When you hear a second series of knocks you practically tumble out of the bed and run downstairs, blanket trailing behind you as you dart to the front door.

It's Joel, it has to be Joel, he's here to apologize, he's gonna kiss you and tell you he's sorry.

You yank open the door and feel your face fall immediately when you see none other than Steve standing there, hands on his hips. He grins at you but it falters slightly when he looks down and sees that you're still in your pajamas.

"Morning, sleepy head," he greets you, reaching forward to playfully bump your arm with his fist, "Looks like someone missed their alarm."

You stare at him, vision still slightly blurred from sleep. You reach up to rub your eyes so you can see him clearer, make sure he's actually standing there in front of you. Yup, he is.

You force yourself to smile back - something which takes a lot of effort but he seems to find genuine - and reply, "My bad, I guess I did."

"No worries," he says with another wide grin, "We got some time before we need to leave, no rush!"

You force one last smile and shut the door in his face, trying not to slam it - even though you really want to. You look at the clock on the wall over your fireplace and make a face: 4:30. He woke you up at 4:30, half an hour before your alarm.

"Steve, I swear to god," you grumble to yourself, heading for the bathroom as you drop your blanket to the floor and clamor back up the stairs; there's no point in going back to sleep, you're wide awake now and pissed.

You know who'd never do this? Joel.

After a shower and a quick bowl of cereal you head back out to meet Steve, prepared to put on your best everything is great impression again. You stop dead in your tracks as soon as you open your door.

"Listen, sir, I think you should leave," Steve is saying, voice cracking slightly as he talks to the figure in front of him.

It's still dark outside; the sun hasn't come up yet and everything is muted and hard to make out. It takes you a few seconds to figure out who Steve is talking to, the figure shrouded in shadow and half hidden behind Steve's tall form. You feel your face go pale when you hear him reply.

"You didn't answer my question," the growl is unmistakably Joel's and you grip the edge of the door in your hands tightly, not opening it all the way as you eavesdrop. What the fuck is he doing here? What question?

"I don't think I owe you a reply," Steve replies, attempting to stand his ground but sounding pretty pathetic, voice shaky and high, "I think you should move along, sir."

"What the fuck are you doing at this girl's house at four in the fucking morning?" Joel practically spits, taking a step toward Steve. In response, Steve takes a step backward. He's not a confrontational guy, you know that from the one patrol you've spent with him, "Answer me."

"I'm her patrol partner," Steve finally says, putting his hands up in defeat, "I'm waiting for her to get ready."

"Patrols don't start 'til five thirty."

"It's true, I swear, you literally met me last week!"

That seems to stump Joel, and he must be trying to figure out what to say next when you shove the door open and walk out onto your porch.

"Joel, what the fuck are you doing?" you ask, voice steady and firm. He looks over at you in surprise, backing away from Steve. Is it just your imagination or did his expression soften when he saw you? But that doesn't matter now.

You walk down the steps of your patio and stand in front of Steve, shoving him behind you lightly, "Steve, I'll meet you at the gate," you say firmly.

"But-"

"Steve. Please leave. I'll meet you in a few minutes."

"...Okay," you can't see him but you hear him walk away from you, trudging down the gravel path in the opposite direction. Once his footsteps are faint enough, you finally address Joel again.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you repeat, "Why are you berating Steve in front of my house?"

"Who the fuck is Steve?" Joel asks; the question of the hour.

"My patrol partner," you reply, shaking your head, "I mean, you should probably know that seeing as you're the one who switched with him."

"I don't know who I switched with, Tommy did that," he retorts, looking away from you, down at his boots, "Wasn't my decision."

"Right, 'cause nothing's ever your fault, right?"

He looks back up, a glint of emotion in his eyes that you've seen only once before, "You have no fucking idea," he says, voice heavy and gruff, "Don't even-"

"Don't even what, Joel? You're the one standing in front of my house at the ass crack of dawn yelling at some guy you've never even talked to before. Steve's actually great, by the way," you're laying it on thick but you don't care; you want him to think you've moved on, "Patrolling with him is much better than patrolling with you."

He raises an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yeah," you lie, cheeks going red with anger, "He actually talks to me."

"And fucks you, I gather?" he says it with a hard edge that makes your blood run cold.

You stand there just staring at him, mouth agape as he lets what he just said wash over you. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling those godforsaken tears sting in your eyes as you take a step away from him, genuinely fearful that you might end up slapping him or punching him or doing something you shouldn't.

"Fuck you," your voice is small and broken and the tears are already flowing, "Fuck you, Joel."

His expression changes then, and you know an apology is coming. You put your hand up before he can speak, shaking your head.

"Don't," you say, firm and solid, not bothering to wipe your tears as they flick off your face into the grass below, "We're done." You turn on your heel and stomp away from him, feeling a sob wrack through you as you cross your arms and speed walk to the main gate where you know Steve is waiting.

Joel doesn't follow you.

Steve knows better than to question you about what happened. As soon as you'd approached him at the gate he'd seen your tears and the shake of your head when he'd opened his mouth to say something. Ten minutes later you were on your way out to the cabin again without either of you saying a word.

Now you're back on patrol with an aching heart and a huge lump in your throat that won't go away no matter what you do, trailing the perimeter back and forth with your head hung and eyes downcast. Joel's words repeat over and over in your head like a curse, damning you into a feeling of guilt that you don't think you really deserve. You haven't done shit with Steve, the assumption that you'd just immediately moved on from your sexual relationship with Joel to another man makes your blood boil. Who the fuck does he think you are?

Do you really even know him? This whole time he's remained so secretive and aloof, mysterious and cryptic. You hadn't pushed him to reveal more about himself, hoping eventually he'd open up to you, but he never did. Just kept you on a short leash with good girl and pretty girl and the way he'd look at you in those moments where you bared yourself to him.

But you're not much better, you remind yourself with a grimace, and you know it's true. You never told him much about yourself or your past. Yes, you would've, but you didn't. And you're the one who kept asking to get off with him, kept expecting more and being disappointed when he wouldn't give it to you even though he was clear about his boundaries.

"But that doesn't give him the right," you mutter to yourself, still walking through the muddy grass, deep in thought, "It doesn't make what he said okay."

No, it doesn't. But maybe he's hurting more than he lets on. Maybe this isn't as cut and dry for him as you'd thought. Why the fuck had he been snooping around your house so early this morning? He only lives a few houses down from you; had he seen Steve and felt he had to protect you? Does he actually care about you, as much as he tries to put on a front that it's only been sexual between you two and nothing more? Is that why he's been so distant?

You suddenly realize that you've gone much further than the perimeter, continuing to walk ahead instead of turning back and circling the area. You freeze, eyes scanning around as you try to discern exactly how far you've gone.

"Fuck," you mutter, turning around and starting to walk directly back the way you came, hoping it'll lead you right back to where you're meant to be.

It doesn't.

You'd been so lost in thought that somehow you've managed to lose the original path, the tall grass hiding any sign of your own footsteps. This is only your second time out here so nothing looks familiar; it's all grass and mud and trees and rocks. How long have you even been walking? Joel had once admonished you for not having a watch, said one day it was gonna bite you in the ass; you hate that he was right.

"Steve?" you call out, unsure if he'll be able to hear you since you don't know how far you've trailed from the cabin, "You there?"

No reply. You stop again and do another quick glance around, looking for anything that seems familiar to you. But no, this isn't the ski lodge perimeter where you'd grown accustomed to each tree, each stump, each rock. Nothing here is even vaguely telling you exactly where to turn.

You feel the dull throb of panic beneath the surface of your emotions but you quickly shove it down; you're good in situations like this, you've certainly been through enough shit to not get frightened over being a little lost. You've been lost before, you'll figure it out.

All the same, you keep track of the sun's location in the sky as you continue your directionless trek, noting that it's directly above you; noon. You have plenty of time before dark to find your way back, no sweat.

It must be around three o'clock when you finally make it back. Relief floods your entire body as you walk into the clearing and see the small wooden cabin sitting there still and picturesque, exactly how you'd left it. You bend down, closing your eyes and pressing your hands to your knees to take a few deep breaths and ground yourself. The panic had started to really settle in about an hour ago, but luckily it hadn't gotten to a point where you'd been too afraid to keep going.

"Steve," you say loudly, still breathing deeply, "I'm back."

No reply. You open your eyes again, heart still thumping in your chest as you eye the cabin for any sign of him. You walk over hesitantly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach when you open the front door and are greeted to a dark and empty cabin.

"Steve?" you say again, voice shaky.

No reply.

Fuck. He must have gone looking for you when you didn't come back to switch. Either that or he went back to Jackson, but you can't see a guy like Steve doing that. The way he'd stood up to Joel this morning, as embarrassing as it was, it had been enough to show you exactly what kind of man Steve is. He'd definitely gone to look for you. It's only fair that you do the same for him.

You grab a roll of twine from the cabin and start your search, making sure to mark the trees every now and then so you can find your way back again. You'd been advised in your patrol orientation not to do this because of raiders, but you doubt Tommy or Maria will give you shit for making sure you and Steve actually make it back to Jackson alive.

The thought makes the panic start to rise again, but you keep going.

You keep hoping you'll find some sign of Steve, but it's been about two hours and nothing has caught your eye. The twine is starting to run out and you fear you'll have to go back to Jackson without him, which will undoubtedly start a panic and a huge search party, all because you got a little distracted. This shit with Joel doesn't even matter anymore - you can't believe you let it affect you how it did. And now Steve is paying the price.

Another hour passes and you're preparing to turn back when you see it out of the corner of your eye. You freeze, hair standing up at the back of your neck when you look down to see shiny droplets of blood painting the grass.

You lean down instinctively, eyes wide, reaching forward to touch one of the many large red drops. It shivers beneath your finger, not yet fully dry. It's fresh.

Without hesitation you stand back up and pull your pistol out of its holster, cocking it and holding it steadily in front of you as you start to walk again. You have absolutely no idea what you're expecting to pop out at you; raiders? Infected? Or maybe Steve just cut himself somehow and you've taken your gun out for nothing.

A loud scream suddenly pierces the silence of the forest.

"STEVE!" you scream back, face going pale as you begin to sprint through the woods, gun still in front of you, "STAY WHERE YOU ARE, I'M COMING."

It's the last thing you say before you suddenly feel something tight grip your ankle and send you flying into the air, gun falling out of your hand. You find yourself completely upside down, entangled in a net.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You sway back and forth in the thick netting, trying to find your gun somewhere below you, but you quickly become much too dizzy to discern absolutely anything. You hear Steve's scream again, further away this time, and your blood runs cold. The panic takes over and you can't speak.

Please, you think to yourself, shutting your eyes tight and trying to keep the dizziness at bay, please don't let me die before I see him again.

It's not Steve you're thinking about.

It doesn't take long for the blood to rush to your head, for your body to go completely numb as you hang there upside down, completely alone. You pass out within minutes.

It's pitch black when you wake up.

You're no longer hanging from a tree in the forest, no longer tangled up in a net. Instead, you're lying on what feels like a concrete floor. Your head is pounding, lips dry and parched. Your whole body feels heavy and achy, so much so that you can barely move.

"She's awake," you hear a voice say somewhere close by; it's female and sounds familiar, but not enough for you to place it.

You hear the squeaky hinges of a door opening, then a few hushed whispers that you can't make out. The door shuts again and you swear you hear the sound of a deadbolt being locked in place.

"Where am I?" you finally whisper, voice rough and broken, "Let me go."

"You're in Jackson," the female voice replies, kind and gentle, "You're safe now."

"Who are you?" you can't bring yourself to open your eyes, unsure if this person is really telling you the truth.

"It's Ellie," the voice replies, and recognition dawns on you immediately, "Remember me?"

You nod slowly, wincing at the pain as you continue to lie there on the floor, "Y-yes."

"When you didn't come back this morning they sent out a search party. Tommy found you hanging in a tree, brought you back right away."

This morning? So you must have been hanging there all night. Jesus, no wonder you feel the way you do.

You finally open your eyes then, and are beyond relieved when your vision isn't dizzy and blurry like it had been before you'd passed out. You spot Ellie a few feet away, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, peering down at you with a soft expression.

"Steve?" you whisper.

Her brow furrows, "They found him too. I don't know the details but he was hurt pretty bad," she shakes her head, "They're gonna do everything they can."

You nod again, swallowing and wincing at the dryness of your throat, "C-can I have some water?"

"Oh, fuck, of course," she reaches behind her and grabs a bottle, then walks over to you. Her movements are slow, hesitant, and when she hands you the bottle her arm darts out and back extremely quickly.

You stare at her in confusion, slowly bringing yourself to sit up. She backs away from you again, presses herself against the wall and crosses her arms again. It's like she's feigning nonchalance.

Reality dawns on you.

"Am I bit?" you manage to whisper, clutching the water bottle tightly.

She swallows, looks directly in your eyes, "We're hoping you can answer that for us."

You slowly bring the water to your lips, mind racing. You try to remember anything beyond getting caught up in the net but there's absolutely nothing. If you'd been bit afterward, wouldn't it have woken you up? Wouldn't you feel the pain somewhere on you now?

You drink the entire bottle of water and place it next to you on the floor, then you begin to feel your body, placing your hands back and forth all over yourself and trying to find a particular spot that feels like it might have been bit. You come up blank; all that you feel is a steady ache from being numb for so long.

"I don't think so," you finally say, crossing your legs and bringing your hands to rest in front of you, "I feel okay."

"We only found you about two hours ago," she says softly, "So we weren't sure. This is where they keep people for observation, people who might be infected."

You assess your surroundings. You must be in some kind of shed; it's small and there's no furniture, only a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. If you'd woken up alone you probably would've thought you'd been kidnapped. Your brow furrows and you look over at Ellie in confusion.

"If I might be bit, why are they keeping you in here with me?" you ask, bewildered, "It's not safe for you."

Ellie kicks her heel and shrugs, "I don't know, they just thought you shouldn't be alone when you woke up."

She's lying and you don't know why, but you don't have the energy to press her further. What's important is that you're not alone, and you appreciate that. You watch as she inhales deeply, lost in thought, then brings her fingers to the bridge of her nose and squeezes. Just like Joel.

Joel.

"Does he know?" you suddenly whisper.

You didn't say his name but she clearly knows who you're talking about. She sets her lips in a firm line, "Yeah."

You place your head in your hands and sigh loudly, shutting your eyes tight. You suddenly feel like you want to cry, just at the thought of that big, broad, grumpy man being told that you didn't come back from patrol. Had he been upset? Annoyed? Angry? Scared?

"He's freaking out," Ellie answers for you, voice quiet, "He punched Tommy in the face."

"What?" you stare at her, eyes wide, "Why'd he do that?"

She laughs softly to herself, shaking her head, "Tommy wouldn't let him go with the search party."

Your face scrunches in confusion, "Why not?"

She looks away from you then, eyeing the closed door, "Because Tommy thought his feelings would get in the way," her voice is slightly shaky, like she might cry, "He thought if they found you dead, Joel might not come back, might try to find the motherfuckers who did it and make them pay."

You're already shaking your head, "That's dumb, he wouldn't do that."

Ellie laughs again, turning back to look at you, "You really don't know anything about Joel, do you?"

You stare, waiting for her to speak again. She adjusts her position, slowly sliding down the wall and sitting across from you with her knees pulled up against her chest.

"Joel's killed a lot of people," she says quietly, looking over at you with tired eyes, "I mean, a lot of us have, I'm sure you have too. We've all done shit we're not proud of," she thumbs a tear on her jeans, biting down on her lip, "But when it comes to the people he cares about... Joel doesn't do things halfway, never."

You swallow, "Ellie, I don't think Joel cares about me in the way you're thinking."

She smiles then, small and hesitant, but still a smile, "As I said, you don't really know much about him. Not like I do."

"But-"

She puts a hand up, "I know about the two of you. I overheard you and Tommy talking last week."

You remember that afternoon by the stream, the rustle of the bushes, when you'd pulled the branches back expecting to see someone but found nobody there.

"That was you?" you ask, eyebrows raised, "By the stream?"

She nods, "I showed up to play my guitar and you guys were already there talking. I wasn't gonna listen but then I heard Joel's name and..." she sighs, looking down at her knees, "I might not be talking to Joel right now but I like to know what he's up to."

You nod slowly, "So...you heard about..."

"The mountain, yeah," she makes a face, "Listen, I don't want the details, trust me, but I wasn't surprised when you said that, not the way Tommy was anyway," she giggles, "I love seeing him get all uncomfortable, it's so funny."

You snort, shaking your head, "Please, it was so awkward."

"He really had no idea, but I think I did, somehow," she smiles again, wistful, "As I said, I might not be talking to Joel but that doesn't mean I don't look out for him, watch him, make sure he's doing alright," she looks down again, "I'm not heartless, okay?"

"I know," you say earnestly, "I know you're not."

"I knew something was different with him. He's been so quiet and sad, doesn't talk to people very much anymore, but these past few weeks it was like he had a pep in his step, like the old Joel was coming back," she smiles at the thought, "And then I saw the way he'd look at you in the dining hall, all those little smiles. And at first I was like...gross. But then..." she sighs, shaking her head, "I don't know, I think it's cute how much he likes you. How much you changed him."

Her words elicit a warmth in your chest, soft and safe, like the feeling of being in Joel's presence. You wrap your arms around yourself, huddling forward and continuing to listen.

"We were eating breakfast when Tommy announced the search party this morning. As soon as he said what had happened I looked over at Joel. He looked like he'd just received the worst news of his life," her voice shakes again, like she's on the verge of tears, "He ran up to Tommy, started asking questions about the search, when they were starting, what way they were going, all that. Tommy told him that he couldn't come, they argued, Joel punched Tommy and then I had to practically pull them apart."

"You?" your mouth is agape, "You stopped the fight?"

She nods with another small smile, "As soon as Joel realized it was me pulling on him, he stopped. I told him I knew about what was going on, I said I'd stay with him until you came back safe and sound."

You feel tears prick in your eyes at the words, "That must have meant a lot to him."

"It meant the world to him, I know that," she says quietly, "I haven't talked to him for a long time, I'm sure you know that."

You nod, "I do."

She's silent then for a few moments, staring at the closed door again. When she finally speaks, her voice is shakier than ever, "I sat with him in his living room until they got back with you and Steve. He wanted to see you but they wouldn't let him, so I volunteered to stay with you. That's why I'm here."

She leans back against the wall with a sigh, biting down on her lip. You see tears beginning to brim in her eyes and you look away, knowing you wouldn't want someone staring at you if it was you getting emotional.

"He's lost a lot, you know," she says softly, sniffling a little bit, "He lost his daughter a long time ago, and a woman named Tess he really cared about," she takes a breath, shaky and full of emotion, "He almost lost me, too. That's part of the reason we're not talking."

You stare at the concrete floor, letting her words sink in. A daughter? Joel had been a father? And Tess, who was she? A girlfriend? A wife? Clearly someone important, and he'd lost both of them.

You've been through your share of trauma, experienced your own losses, but never to that degree. You'd never gotten close enough to someone to really feel a loss like that, can't even imagine what it would feel like. Your heart aches for him; that stoic, quiet, and mysterious man who'd let you in but kept you at arm's length... for reasons you're beginning to understand.

You stand up slowly, wincing at the aches you feel, your skin feeling prickly and uncomfortable as your circulation continues to regulate. Ellie's words cycle through your mind as you stretch, ringing quiet and tender in your ears; I think it's cute how much he likes you. How much you changed him.

"When can I see him?" you ask softly, still avoiding looking at her as you pull at parts of your clothes, searching again for a bite you're pretty sure doesn't exist.

"I'll ask Maria," Ellie replies just as quiet, standing up as well and walking over to the door, "If you were bit you'd be showing signs by now, I think you're okay."

"Ask her about Steve too, please," you add, "I need to know if he's alive."

She nods and opens the door, then goes outside and shuts it behind her. You hear the deadbolt slide back into place.

You burst into tears.

Ellie returns with Maria about ten minutes later, both of them looking at you with kind and sympathetic expressions when they find you standing in the middle of the room sobbing your heart out. Without hesitation, Maria walks forward and wraps her arms around you tightly.

"It's okay, sweetie," she says softly in your ear, rubbing your back gently, "Steve's okay, he's gonna make it."

Ellie looks down when she says this, and part of you knows that she knows you're not crying about Steve.

They walk you home slowly, Maria on one side and Ellie on your other. You complain a bit, telling them you're okay to walk on your own, but neither pay your stubbornness any mind, just keep their arms linked through yours as they walk you to your house.

You're on your street when you see two figures up ahead, and your heart starts to pound harder and harder in your chest the closer you get. Because you know who it is.

Joel and Tommy are leaning against the banister of Joel's front patio, talking quietly to themselves. You grimace at the sight of Tommy's black eye but feel relief flood through you when you see that he's smiling at Joel, clearly no animosity present.

"Look who's up!" Ellie says loudly, and they both turn to look in your direction.

Joel freezes, staring at you for a few brief seconds of recognition before he's suddenly throwing himself from the patio and sprinting toward you. You feel both Ellie and Maria release you from their grips, right before you're suddenly enveloped in the warmest, sweetest, most sincere hug you've ever received in your life.

Throughout all these months of knowing Joel, he's never truly touched you. Sure, he's touched your hand, shook it during your official introduction, helped you stand up here and there. He's touched your face once, your lips twice. And he's touched you where you longed for him to, begged him to, but only for a moment, just one touch. Gentle, tender, but never long enough for you to really feel him the way you've wanted to.

Now he pulls you close without any hesitation, no rules, no consequences. He presses his lips to the top of your head and whispers your name over and over until it sounds like a mantra, a prayer.

"Joel," you breathe, and you feel the tears start up again as you shut your eyes tight and just feel, listen to him say your name and hold you like you'll fall apart if he lets go.

"I thought I lost you," he says, voice rough and emotional, "Before I could even tell you how sorry I am."

"Shh," you squeeze him tighter, burying your face in his strong chest, "Don't worry about that, I'm here. I'm okay."

He holds you impossibly tighter and you hear the unmistakable sound of a sob rip through his teeth, tears dripping from his face into your hair. You pull back just enough to look up at him, see him peer down at you with an expression on his face that you've never seen before, impossibly soft and fond, eyes bright and yearning. Love.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, inhaling shakily, "For everything."

You shake your head furiously, "Joel, it's oka-"

"It's not okay," he interrupts, voice breaking again, "I'm so sorry. Not just for what I said yesterday, but for everything else. For pushing you away, making you feel like it was your fault, I'm so fucking sorry," he pulls you in again, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, "God, you have no idea how bad I've wanted to just hold you like this. I was such a fucking coward."

"You were afraid," you whisper, shaking your head, "I understand, Joel, I get it."

He lets out another sob, squeezes you tighter, "Don't let me go," he breathes, "Please don't let go."

For the entire hug you'd thought he was the one holding you, but you now realize that for him it's the other way around. You feel yourself start to cry harder as you pull him in tighter and just stand there, arms wrapped around his middle, face pressed against his chest as the beat of his heart thrums steadily in your ear. You both inhale and exhale deeply, moving as one being, one solid force. He kisses your head again and you melt further into his touch.

"I'm gonna head back to town," you hear Maria say softly nearby, probably to Tommy and Ellie, "Tommy, can you go check on Steve, make sure he's still doing okay?"

Joel stiffens at the name, suddenly pulling back from you to look over at Maria, "He alright?"

Maria nods, "Yeah," she turns to look at you then, expression serious, "He told us that when you didn't come back to switch patrols, he got worried, went out looking for you. Ended up running into a group of raiders, the same ones who set that trap you fell into. They stabbed him a couple times but nothing critical, he managed to get a few hits in himself before he got away, led them in the opposite direction."

"Jesus," you mutter, feeling guilt rush through you, "Are they still out there?"

"No," Tommy replies, shaking his head, "We took care of it. Steve knocked 'em around pretty good but we made sure none of 'em were breathin' by the time we left."

You nod slowly, still in Joel's embrace, "Tell him I'm sorry," you say quietly, "It's my fault."

"Shhh," Joel pulls you close again, rubbing your back gently, "Don't worry about that, let's get you inside."

"Make sure she has a bath," Maria says quickly, "Keep her warm, give her some food."

"I'm not a hamster," you groan, and you're surprised to hear Ellie laugh behind you. You'd forgotten she was there.

Joel suddenly pulls out of your embrace, still holding you with one arm while he reaches toward Ellie, "Come here," he says softly, "Please."

She shakes her head, taking a step back, "I'm going with Maria," she bites her lip, looks down and then looks back at Joel who's still staring longingly at her, "But I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

"Okay," he says quietly, voice still shaky, "Promise?"

She nods, gives him a small smile, "Promise."

"Where do you wanna go?" Joel had asked you softly, "Mine or yours?"

"Yours," you'd whispered immediately, no hesitation, "Please."

You now find yourself in Joel Miller's house, somewhere you never really ever pictured yourself. It's pretty similar to yours but there are a few differences, namely the amount of books and art. You hadn't known that Ellie was an artist; there are drawings all over his house, some in frames, some just laid around, all signed by Ellie, all beautiful. There's a picture she drew of him that he has framed on his fireplace, and you find yourself picking it up with a smile.

"Bath's almost ready," Joel says quietly behind you, and you spin back around. He looks at the picture in your hand, smiling softly, "Ellie drew that."

"She's really talented," you reply with a smile, "Wonder where she gets all this artsy fartsy stuff from?"

He chuckles, still standing a few feet away from you, "It's a mystery."

You place the picture back down and turn to look at him, feeling a nervousness in the pit of your stomach that you haven't felt around him in a long time, not since that first night together. Things are different now, it's palpable, and both of you are aware of it.

"Will you take a bath with me?" you ask quietly, unsure.

He nods slowly, eyes trained on your face, "Of course I will."

The bath is warm and welcoming. Joel had told you to strip down, get in, and that he'd be back momentarily with some food for you. You can't help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn't stuck around to watch you undress, but maybe it would've been inappropriate considering the circumstances.

You ease yourself under the water, a satisfied moan escaping your lips as the bath completely envelops you. He's put something in the water to make it smell good, lavender or vanilla. It instantly relaxes you, the heat of the water and the delicious smell making you feel completely at ease.

You lay there for a few minutes in silence, eyes closed, focusing on your breathing and bringing things back into perspective. You're okay, you're safe. Steve is okay, he's safe. You're both back in Jackson. You're with Joel, you're in his bath tub, he's downstairs making you lunch. Everything is okay.

Ellie's words filter through your brain again, distant but present; He lost his daughter a long time ago, and a woman named Tess he really cared about.

A light knock on the bathroom door shakes you from your thoughts. You smile, "Come in."

Joel enters the bathroom, bowl of soup in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other. He places them on the chair next to the tub, eyes avoiding you as he focuses on the task at hand. He kneels by the tub and spoons some of the soup carefully, then finally looks at your face as he brings the spoon to your mouth. You open, letting him feed you, letting him take care of you.

"Good?" he asks softly, gaze still on your face, ever the gentleman.

"Good," you say with a smile.

He feeds you a few more spoonfuls, smiling fondly at you as you eat. After a few moments of this you put your hand up, shaking your head, "That's enough for now, why don't you get in with me?"

His gaze finally falls then, looks at your body beneath the water, sees your nipples poking through the surface. He sighs, leans back a bit on his knees and shakes his head.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," he says quietly.

"Joel," you say quickly, voice steady, "Don't pull away from me. Not now. Not anymore."

He looks at your face again, expression sad and distant, "I'm afraid," he admits, "I'm afraid of being close to you."

"I know," you whisper, and you reach over to place your hand over his, stroking him gently with your thumb, "It's okay. It's okay to be afraid."

"I've lost a lot of people," he whispers, tears shining in his eyes, "I thought...I thought if I let myself get close to you, if I gave you what you wanted...I'd get attached. I'd fall for you," he says it earnestly, voice breaking slightly on the last few words, "But here I am, fallin' for you anyway."

You smile at him, soft and loving. You squeeze his hand and slowly sit up in the bath, putting yourself on display for him. His eyes don't leave yours, but he swallows and tenses his jaw at your movement.

"Bad things have happened to the people I care about," he says quietly, barely a whisper, "And you're young, you're beautiful, you have this whole life ahead of you and I'm-" his voice breaks and he looks down again, tears cascading down his cheeks, "I'm scared you'll end up like those people, dead and gone because of me."

"Joel-"

"And I'm scared I don't deserve it," he interrupts, looking up at you again, mouth trembling, "I don't think I deserve love. I don't deserve someone like you 'cause of everything I've done."

"What about Ellie?" you ask softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly, "She's alive and she loves you."

He scoffs, shaking his head, "She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," you mean it, leaning forward to cradle his hand in both of yours, "I talked to that girl for the first time today, really talked to her, and I can see it plain as day. She loves you more than you could ever know, Joel."

"She stayed with me today," he whispers shakily, nodding slowly, "She sat with me 'til we knew you were safe."

"And you think that's hate?" you ask softly, "Joel, that's love."

He looks at you again, expression pained. You bring his hand to your lips, press a gentle and tender kiss to every knuckle, showing him how much he's worth, how much he means to you.

"I'm afraid," he repeats through his tears, watching you kiss him, "I'm afraid to want you the way I do."

You release his hand and lean back slightly in the tub, extending your arm for him to take, gazing at him with all the love and care you can muster, "Get in with me," you whisper, the splash of water the only sound in the room save for your heartbeats, both of which you swear you can hear, "Don't be afraid."

His eyes cast downward to your lips and he swallows again, then looks back up into your eyes, "Okay."

You watch as he stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. You can tell that he's extremely nervous, his fingers trembling as he fights to get each button open.

"I'm gonna close my eyes," you say tenderly, "And when you're ready, tap my shoulder and I'll let you in behind me, okay?"

He nods slowly, fingers frozen on the third button, "Okay," he repeats.

You close your eyes and lean back, listening to the rustle of clothes beside you as he undresses. You're not used to this Joel, the one who seems powerless and submissive. You're not usually the one giving him orders, it's always been the other way around. You know he's just nervous, afraid of being close to you like this, and all you want is for him to feel relaxed again in your presence, feel like himself.

After a moment he taps your shoulder; you lean forward in the bath and feel him ease in behind you, his legs entrapping yours along the edges of the tub. He seats himself down, places his hands around your middle and pulls you in close. You feel his groin press against your lower back; you've never felt his cock before, and somehow the casual intimacy of his softness pressed against you makes you smile.

"You can open your eyes," he whispers, then presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

You do as you're told, immediately seeing the way his legs are splayed out in front of you, long and strong beneath the water. You've never realized how small you are compared to him until this moment, completely enrobed in his body, heart thrumming against your back.

"This is heaven," you whisper, leaning back against him and closing your eyes again, "This is what I wanted, all along."

"I think you wanted a bit more than this," he replies with a chuckle, kissing your neck again, "And you'll get it, I promise. Let's just...let's just sit here for a little while first, alright?"

"As long as you need to," you murmur, and you swear you feel him smile against your skin.

You bathe together for a long time, just laying in each other's embrace and enjoying the company. Being this close to Joel truly is everything you could have ever hoped for, his strong arms wrapped around you as he noses your neck and breathes you in, holds you against his naked body like you're meant to fit there. He's so big and warm; you've never felt more safe.

At one point you scooch back a bit in this embrace, feel your ass unintentionally rub lightly against his cock beneath the water. Neither of you say anything, but you both slowly become aware of the way he hardens, begins to grow larger against you.

A few moments later the head of his cock is pulsing against your lower back. Your eyes are lidded, heavy, head bobbing backward to nestle at the base of his neck. His hands on your belly move upward to cup your breasts, holding you firmly and securely against him.

"Joel," you whisper, "Touch me."

The words bring both of you back to the ski lodge, the power he holds over you there, the way you're always at his mercy. You hope, despite the new situation, he'll be that person again for you. You crave it, need it.

"Not yet," he murmurs in your ear, "Be patient, pretty girl."

There he is.

You swallow, close your eyes and submit completely as he palms your breasts, tweaks your nipples between his fingers gently. You whimper pathetically, shuffle back against his cock again, feel the hard length of it along your back.

"You were a bad girl yesterday," he whispers in your ear, tongue darting out to taste your skin, making you shiver, "And today. Gettin' lost like that, makin' me worry..."

"M'sorry," you murmur, hands moving down to grip his thighs as he brings your earlobe into your mouth and sucks it, "Didn't m-mean to make you worry."

"I think," he whispers, breath hot against your skin, "I'm finally gonna have to punish you."

The words send tingles up and down your spine, eyes almost rolling back in your head when he sucks your earlobe again, eliciting sounds from you that only he knows how to generate. You squeeze his thighs tighter, feeling your pussy begin to pulse beneath the water.

"How?" you breathe, voice weak.

He releases your ear and noses your cheek, brings one of his hands from your breasts and rests a finger against your chin. He turns your face to the side, urging you to look at him. His eyes are dark, full of want and desire, and you know you're completely at his mercy.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he whispers, "Gonna fill that pussy up with my cock."

The words send you into a tailspin, a guttural whine escaping your lips as your fingers press into his thighs, rubbing your own together to seek some purchase against your heat. He smiles, presses a gentle kiss to your temple, drops his hands and places them over yours, big and strong.

"I know that's what you want," he whispers, entangling his fingers with yours over his thighs, "But I'm gonna give it to you over and over again, gonna make you come as many times as I want, 'til you're begging me to stop, tellin' me it's too much, that you couldn't possibly come again," he squeezes your hands, licks a stripe up the side of your neck, "And then I'll give you another one."

"Please," you breathe, voice broken and full of desire, "Please, fuck me, Joel. I need it so bad."

"I know you do, baby," he whispers, "So be a good girl for me and do as I say, okay?"

"Okay," you whimper, leaning back in his embrace, feeling his cock prod your back.

"Say it."

"I'll be your good girl," you whine, trembling under his gaze, "I'm your good girl, Joel. Only yours."

He groans softly in your ear, "That's right, baby," he releases your hands from beneath his and cups your breasts again, squeezing gently, "Now, open yourself up for me."

With trembling fingers you reach beneath the water and pull your lips apart, using both hands to spread yourself for him. The water tickles you, makes you quiver in his grasp as you slowly push your middle finger inside.

"There you go," he whispers, "That feel good, pretty girl?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, throbbing around your finger.

"Add as many as you like," he tells you, "Need to be nice and open for my cock."

The very thought of finally having him inside you makes you whimper again as you add a second finger, feeling his familiar gaze on your cunt. It's so different this time, feeling how hard he is against you, being in his naked embrace while you obey his commands. This is nothing like being in his lap when he'd been fully clothed, holding you open for him. This is sex, pure sex that you know is going to last hours.

"Look at that," he murmurs when you've started to pump three fingers in and out of yourself at a steady pace, "So full for me, already ready to come, huh?"

You whimper, leaning back against his chest, feeling his wiry hair rub against your cheek. Without any hesitation he suddenly reaches down and presses his index finger to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Remember when I touched this clit for the first time?" he murmurs in your ear, circling it softly over and over, "Remember how you came just from a little touch? So sensitive, baby. Such a good girl."

His words send you over the edge, making you squirm and shake in his embrace as he gives you your first orgasm of the day, coaxes it out of you easily. You whimper when he touches your wrist, pulls your fingers out to replace them with his own.

"That's one," he whispers, sliding his index finger inside your heat, and you're not sure if he's talking about the orgasm or the digit. You're too blissed out to care, head bobbing against his neck again as he fingers you, adds a second and presses his lips to your ear, "Baby, she's so tight," he breathes, teasing a third at your entrance, "How's my cock gonna fit?"

"Mnnhnngg," you can't make words, looking down beneath the water at where he's fucking you relentlessly, fingers so big and thick compared to yours, his thumb toying with your clit.

"Can't even talk, huh?" he whispers, "Need to come again, I bet."

You don't think you'll be able to, not yet; you're so overstimulated but he just continues to fuck you with abandon, rubbing your clit with every thrust of his fingers. You arch back against him, his cock throbbing against your ass. Your fingers dig into his thighs again and he chuckles in your ear.

"Can't do that, baby," he whispers, "Play with your pretty little nipples for me, show me how hard they are."

You bring your trembling hands to your breasts, squeezing your tender nipples between your fingers and feeling another orgasm start building in your tummy. How? It's so soon since you had your last one, how the fuck can he give you another one so quickly?

He pumps his fingers steadily in and out of you, watching as you play with your nipples. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the skin of your left breast, inches away from where your fingers are pinching.

"Put it in my mouth, pretty girl," he murmurs against the skin, nosing the little bumps and dropping his jaw. You whimper at his words, squeezing your breast and dropping it downward so he can wrap his lips around the sensitive bud. You groan, feeling his tongue dart out and begin to lick tiny circles around it.

Seconds later, you're coming again. You shake and shiver and then go completely still in his arms, eyes rolling back as he continues to suckle at your nipple. He removes his fingers, thumbs your clit one more time, then releases your breast with a light pop.

"Two," he says quietly, smiling at you, "Good girl."

Somehow you make it to his bedroom. Exactly how, you're not sure. You're so wrecked from having two orgasms in ten minutes that you feel like jelly, but you're vaguely aware of him picking you up from the bath and carrying you to his room, putting you in his bed. You lay there like a starfish, arms up and legs wide as you breathe heavily, chest heaving.

"So sleepy," he says tenderly, stroking your cheek, "You ready for bed, baby? Wanna stop?"

Your eyes snap open and you shake your head frantically, only to see him standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"I'm kidding," he says with a laugh, "Don't worry."

You roll your eyes and look up at his ceiling, "Ass."

"There she is," he replies warmly, "Missed my feisty girl."

"She never left," you say with a wink, turning to look at him; he's shuffled closer to the bed, standing over you with his cock in his left hand, slowly stroking up and down. Your lips part unconsciously, eyes going straight for the plump and wet head.

"Yeah, you wanna suck it, huh?" he says quietly, thumbing exactly where you want to place your tongue, "Tasted my come twice but never had me in your mouth, how naughty."

You look up at him from under your lashes, smiling playfully, "I'm a good girl, promise."

He smirks, "Are you? Then show me how a good girl sucks cock."

You don't need him to ask you twice. You sit up on the bed and slide forward, watching as he releases his cock and lets it bounce upward toward his stomach, big and thick. You've never been so close to it, never seen it in broad daylight like this; he's huge, so wide and girthy with a big vein trailing along the underside all the way to the head, fat and leaking. With a shiver you lean forward and suck the tip into your mouth, trying not to smile when you hear him release a deep sigh.

"'Atta girl," he groans above you, his hand immediately coming up to cradle the back of your head, "That's my good girl."

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, swallowing down everything he's leaking and then starting to bob your head along the shaft, reaching up to grasp the base firmly in your hand. He tastes like the bath; lavender and vanilla, mixed with a salty and masculine flavor that makes your mouth water.

"Oh, baby," he murmurs, watching as you take his entire length in your mouth with barely any hesitation, the head hitting the back of your throat without even making you gag, "That's it, take the whole fucking thing, just like that."

You're aware of the fact that you don't have a gag reflex; you'd thought about telling him a while ago, thought maybe it'd convince him to let you blow him, but you'd never been brave enough to say anything. Now, you're glad you never did. Hearing his absolute wonder as you take his entire length is more than enough.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, watching as you pull back almost all the way and then push yourself forward again to fully envelop him, the tip repeatedly prodding the inside of your throat, "Jesus fucking Christ."

You swallow around him and look up from underneath your lashes, eyes wide and burning. He looks down at you and immediately slips his cock out of your mouth, taking a step back and putting his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay," he says quickly, hissing through his teeth, "I'm gonna come if you keep goin'. Fuck."

You look at him with faux-innocence, eyes wide, "Did I do something wrong?"

He shakes his head, inhaling deeply and taking another step backward, "You're gonna kill me, baby," he curls his hands into fists, and you swear his cock bobs again completely on its own, like he's about to come without even being touched. The thought makes you shiver, "I know I say that all the time, but I mean it. You're gonna kill me."

You giggle, falling backwards on the bed again and stretching out your arms and legs, closing your eyes and listening as he does a quick pace around the room to distract himself from the orgasm his body is threatening to have. You just laugh and rotate your legs back and forth, feeling an immense amount of pride that you're not the only overly sensitive one in the room.

"You think that's funny, huh?" he asks you, and your eyes snap open to see him kneeling in front of you at the edge of the bed.

"N-no," you say, but your smile betrays you. He looks at you darkly and suddenly grabs your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and pushing your thighs apart, "Oh," you whimper, looking down at yourself, seeing where he's looking, where you're wet and dripping all over the sheets.

"Messy," he whispers, "Such a messy little pussy."

"It's yours," you tell him, as if he doesn't already know, "It's your little pussy."

"I know, baby," he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "I've wanted to taste her for so long."

You quiver at his words, brow furrowing as he presses another soft kiss to the opposite thigh. He licks a stripe along the inside, just outside your lips where you're puffy and swollen. He kisses your mound, drags his tongue down and down and down until it swipes lightly against your clit.

"Joel," you moan, throwing your head back and fisting the sheets. He pulls back and you look down again to see him smirking at you, eyes suddenly bright and playful again.

"Tastes like heaven, baby," he says softly, then ducks his head down and pushes his tongue inside you with no warning.

You let out the loudest moan of your life as he begins to eat you out, tongue alternating between twisting and licking your insides and then suckling on your clit like he'd done with your nipple, circling it inside his mouth relentlessly. You writhe beneath him, so much that he has to press his hands firmly against your belly to hold you down.

The noises you're making are practically inhuman, uttering almost a completely different language under your breath as he coaxes more ridiculous sounds out of you. You quickly realize that looking down at him is a mistake; the sight of his greying curls splayed across your pubic bone and the shape of his curved nose pressed into the hair on your mound, his eyes closed in pleasure as he sucks and licks and devours, just the image alone brings you close to the edge.

"I'm gonna come," you manage to squeak out, and he pushes his hands harder against your belly, the added pressure making you groan louder than ever.

He pulls his mouth away.

"No," you breathe, shaking your head wildly with wide eyes, "No, no, no, don't stop. Please don't stop!"

He smirks at you, removing his hands and leaning backward to release you completely from his grip. You stare at him, completely bewildered.

"Joel," you cry, real tears starting to form in your eyes, but not from sadness or anger - this time, you're just horny. "Joel, why?"

He still doesn't speak, just sits there and watches you groan in disbelief, your hands coming up to cover your face. You buck your hips into the air, seeking some kind of pressure, but nothing helps.

"Joel," you repeat, "This is mean."

"I told you I was gonna punish you, baby," he says it with faux-disappointment, like he's not the one who makes the rules, "I'm the one who decides when you come. And what I just did is exactly what you just did to me."

You pout, sitting up on your hands and giving him a dirty look, "That's not fair, you told me to stop, I would've kept going."

"But if you'd kept going, how would I have been able to do this?" he asks, and suddenly he's standing up and leaning over you on the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he hovers above you.

"W-what?" you ask, but you know the answer as soon as you feel the wet head of his cock gently prod your entrance.

"This, baby," he murmurs, and pushes himself all the way inside.

You almost let out a scream, squeezing his sheets in your hands as his huge cock practically rearranges your guts, feeling him in your stomach as he reaches his hands up to entwine his fingers with yours, plying them away from the sheets.

"Oh, she wasn't ready, was she?" he asks quietly, nosing your neck and smiling at the incoherent noises coming from your throat, "Poor little pussy, never had something so big inside of her, huh?"

He stays still inside of you, letting you get used to his wide girth and thick length, so large within you that you feel like you're going to burst. You continue to make odd noises, twitching under his grasp, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that you're coming. You're coming, just from having his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

"Three," he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, "That's three times now, baby. Such a good girl for me."

Your pussy pulses and throbs around him, aching and burning in the most perfect way. How does he know exactly what you need? How does he know exactly what'll get you there?

"You're okay, baby," he murmurs, stroking your hair gently as you convulse around him, "You're doing so well, takin' it all so good."

You've never felt so full in your life. You've only ever had sex a handful of times, only ever actually been with two other men. If you had to compare them to this, you'd laugh in their faces.

"Big," you finally find your words, barely a whisper, "So big."

"I know," Joel kisses your temple, pulls back to look down at you with a gentle smile, "I'll wait 'til you get used to it, don't worry."

It's only then, looking up into those big brown eyes, that you realize you still haven't kissed him. He's got his enormous cock inside of you, stretching every inch of you open, and you've never kissed him.

It's like he's suddenly thinking the exact same thing. You watch as his brow furrows, lips parting slightly as he leans down and presses a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips, your eyes closing as you kiss him back with a hunger you've never known. You slip your tongue inside his mouth and he grants you entrance immediately, breathing deeply against your face as he sucks you in, lets you taste him. You can taste your own wetness on his tongue and it makes you moan against his lips.

"You're so fucking perfect," he breathes against your mouth, closing his eyes and rubbing his nose against yours, "My perfect girl, always so good for me."

"I'm yours," you remind him, voice weak and shaky, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, Joel."

He inhales deeply, removing his hands from yours and trailing them down your body to hold you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso and trailing his fingers up and down your back.

"You can move now," you whisper, still pulsing around him, "I can take it."

"I know you can, baby," he murmurs, "Such a good girl."

It takes a few slow thrusts, your mouth still eliciting the most unhinged sounds as he fucks you at the slowest pace imaginable, but eventually you build up a rhythm. He's so big, it's hard to believe he's actually fitting inside of you. You'd only ever seen his cock from a distance, in darkness, never realized how fucking huge he was. You can't believe you'd even managed to fit all of him in your mouth.

"I'm close," you groan in his ear, your own hands coming up to grip his back tightly, loving the feeling of having him pressed so close to you as he fucks you, "Give me my fourth, Joel, fucking give it to me."

He laughs lightly in response, pulling back to look down at you, "Not much of a punishment anymore, is it?" he says with a smirk, shaking his head, "Now you're begging for it." He slows down his thrusts, eventually stilling inside of you and pulling almost all the way out, letting the head of his cock sit inside your pulsing hole.

"Look at that," he says softly and you sit up to follow his gaze, looking down at your already fucked-out hole, his cock only connected to it via the fat head that sits nestled at your entrance, "Look at all your come on my cock, pretty girl."

You notice the white and glistening spots along his cock, feeling your cheeks go red at the recognition that it's all from you. You bite your lip, chest heaving breathlessly as he carefully pulls the tip from your hole and places it against your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, watching as he gently rubs the head in circles on your clit, his tip continuing to leak and making you even more slippery than you already are.

"Here's number four for you, baby," he murmurs, and pulls back his cock to lightly slap the head against you, the pressure immediately making you moan. He slaps it again, a little harder, and you have to bite down on your lip again to stop the onslaught of little whines you're threatening to make.

"Come," he says firmly, deliberately an order, and slaps the head of his cock against your clit one last time, delivering the final push.

Your eyes roll back again and you fall back on the bed, body twitching as you come for the fourth time, feeling his eyes on your pussy as your hole pulses and throbs around nothing.

"Good girl," he whispers, and seconds later you feel his cock slide back inside of you, exactly where it belongs, "There you go."

You lay there completely limp for a few seconds, body only moving with the thrusts of Joel's steady pace. You finally open your eyes again, see him kneeling on the bed above you. He's holding your lower half upwards, hands digging into your hips and thumbs splayed across your tummy.

"Use me," you breathe, eyes closing again, "Just use me for a few minutes."

He groans, a guttural and fierce noise that rips through the silence of his bedroom. You relax completely, melting into the sheets and letting him take what he needs, take and take and take, using you like his personal fuck toy, something you'd only dreamed about and never thought would ever actually come to fruition. Your arms hang limp and loose off the edge of his bed as you inhale and exhale, trying to get your energy back as fast as possible so you can come again.

Because you know he's not gonna let you off at number four.

After a few more steady thrusts you slowly sit back up on your elbows, looking at him through hooded and tired eyes. He can see that you're close to being completely done, smiles gently at you and slows his rhythm.

"Welcome back," he says softly, leaning down to pull you up so you're level with him. He repositions the both of you so his legs are circling you, yours coming up to wrap around his lower back as you sit on his cock. He pulls you closer, cradling the back of your head and pressing kisses along the side of your face, "I know you're tired but I'm gonna give you one more, baby, just like I promised."

"I know," you whisper, voice shaky.

He holds you in his wide arms, completely envelops you as he fucks up into you steadily, nose and lips pressed against the side of your face as he brings himself closer and closer to release, continuously whispering a thread of dirty things to you, building you up.

"Such a tight fuckin' pussy, all for me," he murmurs, "So wet and pink and perfect, takin' me so good, so fuckin' full of cock."

"Joel," you whimper, leaning further against him and letting him fuck you mercilessly, letting him push you closer and closer to your fifth orgasm, "Keep talking."

"Okay, baby," he whispers, brow furrowed, "Okay, pretty girl. So fuckin' good to me, so fuckin' pure and perfect, lettin' me fill this little cunt, lettin' me fuck it so deep," you scratch at his arm, tension building in your belly, "Waited so long for me to give it to you, begged for it for months, and now you have it. It's all yours, baby. You get this cock whenever you want now, just say the word."

He reaches down and rubs your clit with his thumb, feeling you tense against him as your orgasm overtakes you. You shake in his embrace, moaning out his name one final time before you start to come, heart pounding and chest heaving as he releases your clit and hugs you close to him. You tremble beneath him, feeling completely spent, almost boneless in his lap as he keeps fucking you.

"Where do you want my come, pretty girl?" he asks you through clenched teeth, "You still want it in your mouth?"

"Yes," you say immediately, eyes widening, "In my mouth, please."

Without another word he pulls you from his lap, watching as you fall backwards on the bed weightlessly.

"Christ, I fucked the shit outta you, baby," he says, genuinely shocked at how blissed out you are.

"You did," you reply softly, feeling a smile cross your face, "Can't move anymore."

He gives you a gentle smile, walks around the bed and aims his cock toward your face, "Here's your reward, baby, open up, nice and wide."

You do as you're told, feeling an immense amount of pride and satisfaction as you finally get what you've been craving for months. He strokes his cock once, only once, and suddenly ropes of thick white come are painting your tongue and lips, your cheeks, your chin. He groans, long and low, watching as you close your eyes and take every drop he gives you, watching it all pool on your tongue, dribble down your chin.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you open your eyes again to see him staring at you, eyes still dark and pupils blown wide, "Swallow it, pretty girl."

You close your mouth and swallow all of it, reveling in the salty taste on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You bring a trembling hand to your mouth, push the leftovers from your cheeks and chin past your lips, swallowing a second time.

"Good girl," he whispers, leaning down to push your hair out of your eyes, "That's my good girl, did so fucking well for me. Did everything I said."

"I'm yours, Joel," you whisper, voice completely wrecked, "I'm your good girl."

He cleans you up tenderly, pressing kisses to your skin every now and then as he takes a warm washcloth and wipes you down, pays extra attention to your sensitive spots and lets you lay there in peace. He's so sweet, so gentle, you'd hardly know it was the same Joel who walked out on you back at the ski lodge.

But it is the same Joel. He's just finally let himself have what he wants, finally let himself give you what you want. When he climbs in bed beside you and wraps his arms tightly around you, you've never felt so desired in your entire life. He kisses your face all over, whispers praises, tells you how beautiful you are, makes you feel wanted.

"You asleep?" he asks you softly, hands running up and down your arms soothingly.

"In and out," you murmur back, "You really did a number on me."

He chuckles quietly, kisses your cheek and holds you tighter, "I know. It was okay, right? I didn't go too far?"

"It was perfect," you reply sincerely, leaning back into his touch, "It was everything I ever wanted, better than anything I imagined."

He smiles against your skin, "Good, I'm glad."

You both lay there in the silence of his bedroom for a few more moments, listening to each other's breathing. He kisses the back of your neck, noses your skin and inhales your scent.

"Are you still afraid?" you ask quietly, "You can tell me, I want you to be honest."

He takes a few moments to reply, sighing deeply and bringing one of his hands down to hold tightly to yours. You squeeze his back, quietly reminding him that you're here, that you're not going anywhere.

"I am," he says softly, voice barely a whisper, "But not so much anymore. I think it'll be easier now."

"It will be," you reassure him quietly, tightening your grip on his hand, "I'm here for you, okay? Every step of the way."

He nuzzles into your hair, presses himself against you and sighs contentedly, "Okay."

You close your eyes, focusing on the perfection of this moment, the feeling of his body so close to yours, warming you up and keeping you safe. You can't help but notice how perfectly your bodies fit together, how right it feels to be lying together like this.

"By the way," he whispers suddenly, "You'll be my patrol partner again, right?"

You grin, tilting your head back slightly so his cheek brushes against your temple, relishing in the feeling of his stubble against your skin, so natural, so easy.

"I thought you'd never ask."

i can't believe how long this took me to write but i'm so glad i finally finished it. this isn't the end of soft!dom joel, but i would consider it the end of their story, most likely. i'll probably write some more smutty one-shots for them, but i doubt i'll write anything for them again with this much detail. i feel pretty satisfied with this.

let me know what you think!!! i love hearing yalls feedback, it makes me so happy. i also have a kofi if you'd like to leave me a tip. thank you so much for reading 💖

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vcill · 1 year

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Headcanons when you bombard them with kisses 💖

Lucifer:

For Lucifer I feel like it would work 2 ways:

1. He probably gifted you something that he absolutely REFUSED to let you have before.

2. Or for once, he let some shenanigans slide.

Obviously this rarely happens so you must be his favorite in some type of way.

When you do give him a kiss attack I highly believe it'll be like that one scene where mammon ran into his shower just to hug him.

Definitely feels flustered but also a HUGE sense of pride washes over him since he was the one to get this treatment.

(But mostly flustered)

Will try to act stern and tell you to stop/slightly push you off when he really doesn't want to.

But best believe baby boy will do this wayyy more often.

Mammon:

Would be sooooooo cocky about it

Probably just came to your room and said you "owe him" from him having to watch over you

Either that or he feels like he deserves a reward for giving you a gift he totally got on his own and did not steal from a random demon.

Either way, he's expecting SOMETHING.

So while he goes on and on and on and on about how The Great Mammon is so considerate and kind, you took that moment to surprise him with his gift.

Baby was so flustered, he kinda just froze there and started sputtering his words.

Would be silent for a good moment before going full tsundere on you. From asking what the big deal was to he obviously he needs more for all the things he's done for you.

Over all would not stop smiling like an idiot and would come up with the tiniest of excuses for you to give him a kiss.

Leviathan:

You two would probably be playing video games together and you got stuck on a really hard level.

Eventually you gave up, thinking you would never be able to beat it. But fish boy was able to do it for you and unlock all the items you wanted.

When you gave him a hug, he was so confused that you would ACTUALLY want to touch him.

But OOO boy when you gave him those kisses.

He was more pinker then ruru-chan

Would probably compare the moment to a manga/anime scene and say you two were exactly like the characters.

Afterwards, he wouldn't expect you to do it again but the reactions he has when you do is the absolute best.

Satan:

You were in his room reading the new book of a series he was absolutely obsessed with.

You made a mistake of asking him a question about one of the characters, and just like Lucifer's lectures, he went on and on and on.

It was cute seeing him rant on about his favorite book, but the amount of time that was passing wasn't.

It didn't seem like he would stop anytime soon so you had one special idea.

Man stops in the middle of his sentence and just states at you, trying to figure out your deepest darkest secrets while doing so.

When you ask him if that was ever in the book, he says no but having a real life experience is wayyy better then reading about it.

It'll take him a little while to realize why you did so, and when he does figure out he'll be a little offended.

So as a punishment, he kisses you till you can't breathe. Which seems 100% fair in his opinion.

Asmodeus:

With Asmo being an influencer and all, there's no doubt he'll receive a bunch of new products to try. And recently, a new collection of lipsticks and lip glosses have arrived.

Of course he can't decided which shade looks better on him, so he asks you to help him decided.

Problem is, there's probably over 100 shades to test out, and that's gonna be a real tiring process, so why not spice it up?

You take the first lip gloss and apply it to your lips and give him a kiss on the cheek, then another with another shade and so on.

Definitely was surprised by it but did not at all mind, even suggested he try some on you.

Let's say you guys do a little more then test out lipstick but no one is complaining.

Beezlebub:

You were in the kitchen baking and of course beel smelled the delicious aroma.

He walked in and begged to have a lick of the spoon and bowl, maybe just give him the whole bowl, how needs baked goods anyway? We love salmonella!

Definitely got some on his face.

You try to wipe some off with your finger like a mama would, but he moves away pouting just like a kid.

So you stop and catch him off guard by kissing it off. Each kiss had a little lick getting the batter off of his face.

Beel was so shocked but quickly got an idea.

He got some of the batter with his finger and spreads a little on your face; before you could say something, he does the same thing to you and not both of you are a little messy.

Will absolutely get more and more messy until there's no more batter left and you guys practically ate it before it even got the chance to touch the oven.

Belphagor:

It would be late at night and the both of you would be ready to sleep.

You both say your goodnights, but something about sleepy boy just won't let you have the last word.

So it goes "Good night, Belphie." And "Goodnight, y/n." Over and over again.

Getting really sleepy, and a little cranky, you decide to end this one and for all.

While Belphie said goodnight for the 100th time, you gave him a big dramatic kiss, the one where it's a big smack with it and said goodnight; but you didn't stop there.

For every kiss it was a goodnight until you knew for sure you won.

And for once, he was absolutely speechless.

Eventually, you both fall asleep but best believe that's the only victory you would have cause in the morning, he is gonna let you have it.

But if you dare even once to bring it up, he will pull a Lucifer and lock you in the attack so no one will ever find out how you made the belphagor shut up.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #belphie x reader #mammon x mc #lucifer x y/n #satan x reader #leviathan x mc #beelzebub x reader #belphieobeyme #obey me headcannons #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x female reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x chubby reader

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unnoticed-poison · 2 months

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

Let me just start by saying that I do not apologize for what's gonna happen in this chapter ☺️

Well not really a chapter since it's just the scene that I left out from the last chapter, tests are starting soon so I couldn't add more.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

"-And that's how the whole overpopulation issue would be fixed! And your people won't need to do the extermination anymore!" Charles said, pointing to the final paper, which had various angels and demons holding hands with happy smiles.

......

"Is this a joke?"

Charles blinked, taken aback by the response. "What?"

"I said, is this a joke?" You asked again, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "Are you serious?"

He stammered, unsure of what to say.

"I'm completely serious!"

.....

You couldn't believe what you just heard.

"Everyone? Just mere mistakes?" You narrowed your eyes at his words. "You're saying that 𝘢𝘭𝘭 sinners deserve a second chance?"

He nodded. "Yes!"

Oh my god.

Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose, your patience running thin the more you heard this idiot talk about this nonsense. "Ok, let's see if I can get this through your thick head."

Not that you were sure it would make any difference with this guy.

"Huh..?"

"Let's say that your idea can in fact work and you redeem a soul, let's also consider that this particular soul was a rapist, a cannibal or a serial killer for example, What would we say to their victims when they see them up there in heaven with them with the crimes they committed? 'Oh they got redeemed so it's all good now! It'll be best for you to forgive and forget!'. " You sneered, like that would ever happen. " yeah right, fuck off."

"I- no! I mean-"

He had nothing to say to that.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help your people but let's be honest, if humans can do whatever they want then just get redeemed here to end up in heaven it wouldn't be fair to the souls who have been good in life, now would it?"

Well...

With a shake of your head, you walked past him.

This was a waste of time.

"You can try again next meeting but let me tell you now, your idea is never going to be accepted or work for that matter, now if you'll excuse me."

....

No...

He glanced up back and forth at the drone then at you, panic settling in.

No..NO!!

If he let you go now who knows when he'll have another chance at this!

"WAIT!!" He yelled out, his hands outstretched as he rushed ahead to stop you.

But of course, due to his luck, he tripped over his own feet.

Shit!

As he desperately tried to steady himself, he grabbed onto your dress, his eyes widened as the fabric started to rip rapidly.

Fuck!

You cried out in surprise as he collided with you, the impact was sudden and startling, causing you to stumble forward, your body making a loud thumb as it meet the ground, the man following suit, his face landing directly on top of your ass.

.........

Everything went silent.

"Well, that was unexpected."

Was the only thing Vox was able to say.

Oh, this was 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Someone fucked up BIG time

The lucky mf got to feel the cake on their first meeting.

Btwwww~!

One of my friends made this Fanart of my mc for this!! And even drew her as mermaid!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE!! I LOVE YOUUU😭😭💖💖💖

This fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev

Anyhow hope you enjoyed the chapter, have a nice day! ❣️

#yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel

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cocogum · 1 month

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The unconventional marriage between Yugo and Amalia. (an analysis)

Before I jump into it, I’m going to first talk about my personal thoughts on this moment:

💖💖💖❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥💕💕❤️💖💖❤️❤️❤️WE WON, WE GOT FED OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER, KISS MORE‼️‼️‼️‼️I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WATCHED YOU GUYS GROW UP FUCK‼️‼️‼️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✨✨❤️‍🔥💖💖❤️‍🔥😭❤️❤️💕😭😭😭😭😭✨💖✨🥰🥰✨💖✨❤️‍🔥

Now that we got that out of my system, let’s begin explaining what happened.

The scene starts with Yugo and Amalia, holding a bouquet of flowers, walking side by side together.

At first, I thought she was carrying the flowers for Armand’s grave but it turns out that they were both walking together TO THEIR WEDDING.

(now that I think about it, it actually makes sense that Amalia won’t be carrying flowers for Armand’s tree grave cuz like…she’s a sadida. Giving flowers to another sadida, especially a DEAD ONE sounds very disrespectful lol)

I’m guessing there was a slight time skip between the necrome war and the wedding because we can see Armand’s tree, which had been just a bud in Amalia’s hands during the fight, look like it grew up a bit underneath his parents’ tree shades.

Once the two walk up to the altar, they stand side by side and hold hands while facing the others who have come for them. We can see the Percedal family with Poo, Cleophee with Black Ink and Elaine, Dathura, Renate and Canar (Amalia’s two closest servants), Alibert with Grougal, Chibi, Adamaï, and Ruel. As well as Kerubim and Atcham (Joris doesn’t seem to be there though or maybe he’s just too short that we can’t see him 😭😭).

Not to mention that we can also see the elite eliatropes standing in the back and the sadidas too!

However, as soon as the two face the crowd together, Yugo decides to teleport him and Amalia away from the ceremony, causing the people to gasp at that sudden choice.

This was obviously not a planned decision that had been added to the occasion which is why even Amalia had been caught off guard by the act.

But once she takes a second to realize her surroundings, she knows she shouldn’t be afraid and so, she simply smiles back at Yugo knowing it’s just the two of them now, way up high in the skies.

They hold onto each other without the need to say anything, knowing full well that the other is just as happy to be together like this. To feel like for once, in a speck of a minute, there’s no danger to fight. There’s no big evil they need to defeat, no psychopath trying to eradicate the gods for vengeance, no big demon coming to have some fun, and no lost soul trying to live like in the old days.

They can finally enjoy the moment they’ve been waiting for so long, after so many challenges, unspoken words that needed to be said but couldn’t be told, and the many foes they faced.

For once, it’s just them up in the skies.

And that’s when they truly kiss without any regrets or doubts. They’re not thinking about anything else.

They can just think about themselves for now.

Here they are omg!! My babies are finally together!! 😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖

Can you believe that? It’s been a lot more than six years that we’ve been waiting for this very moment and here they are finally married and happy to be with each other like this!! 😭😭

I actually DID NOT expect to see these two getting married in the last episode but I’m so glad I did cuz my heart literally jumped out of its place and made me choke on my soda (i chose pineapple flavor for some reason).

Now that we’ve got our feelings out of the way, it’s time we analyze this wedding scene much more closely.

At first glance, Yugo and Amalia’s wedding was very sweet and beautiful, something that was deserved for the two after being apart and filled with problems on their respective sides.

It’s so sweet in fact that it stands out from any other weddings we’ve seen in Wakfu (yes, even the attempted one with Count Harebourg and Amalia) but I’ll use Dally and Eva’s wedding as the main example.

Usually, when there’s a marriage in the World of Twelve, we’ve seen the white dresses and suits, and especially the glowing happy vibes that the wedding is giving. We’ve seen it with Dally and Eva’s wedding back in the OVAs.

Evangelyne was wearing a white dress while Dally was wearing a good suit that properly dressed him up completely. They had the Sadida ruler, King Oakheart, acting as the priest in charge of the wedding. They then exchanged their wedding rings and waited for the king to end the ceremony so they could seal it with a kiss.

That is what you call a proper wedding, a classic one to be more specific.

So when we compare their marriage with Yugo and Amalia’s, one can’t help but distinguish the differences in what happened during their ceremony.

And boy is it different.

First detail we can notice is the clothing. Amalia may be wearing the royal white cape but that is just what Armand wore. So the cape cannot count as classic clothing for the wedding because it is a common piece of clothing that the Sadida ruler(s) wear while on the job. It may not look very clear at first but if you zoom in on what Amalia is wearing, she seems to have put on the same usual clothing we see her wear at all times except that it now has the white color and the leaf is green, the color symbolizing how a new age came and the kingdom now has proper rulers.

We can technically say that Amalia’s choice of clothing for the wedding would be somewhat acceptable but since she has only changed the color of the same clothes she wears every day, we cannot count this as classic wedding attire.

As for Yugo, his clothes are much easier to declare that they are not fit to be worn for a proper wedding. He’s been wearing his hood and combat suit this whole time and even on this special day, he hasn’t taken them off.

It’s clear to say that these two did not respect the clothing rule for their own wedding.

Second detail we can notice are the rings. Usually, lovers often use wedding rings to symbolize their union as well as their commitment to one another. Dally and Eva perfectly demonstrated that rule by exchanging their rings with each other (despite how they’re actually brass knuckle rings but that still counts since that’s the iop way for ya lol).

Notice how neither Yugo nor Amalia has a ring for each other. Instead, they hold hands, symbolizing the union they have made between their people.

Third detail we can notice, there’s no priest. Unlike Dally and Eva who had the king for that, Yugo and Amalia did not choose anyone to begin the ceremony. They simply addressed their union by themselves.

Fourth detail we can notice is the audience. Compared to Dally and Eva’s wedding, the audience for Yugo and Amalia mainly consists of their friends and family. The others are the elite eliatropes and some sadidas.

Because of those stark differences, it’s clear to see that the ambiance in Yugo and Amalia’s wedding is far calmer and more private compared to Dally and Eva’s which is more public and much louder.

So now that we’ve got all the points that differentiate these two marriages, we’ve only got one question left:

Why are they different in the first place?

Dally and Eva are not royals and yet they seem to have filled all the boxes for having a perfect-looking wedding.

How did Yugo and Amalia, a god-king and a princess, manage to get a much simpler and calmer wedding compared to these two?

This wasn’t a coincidence. This wedding looks much smaller than what Dally and Eva had. According to Armand’s tree grave, which seemed to have grown up a bit, this suggests that Yugo and Amalia did have the time to prepare a bit more for their wedding but they simply chose not to.

In the special episodes, just right before Dally and Eva’s wedding had even been planned, Eva had specifically stated that no one bothers Dally for a week which implies that after that week of rest, these two must’ve gotten help from the sadidas to organize this whole event for them.

This means that Yugo and Amalia could’ve done the same thing and asked for something just as good, or better since they’re royals after all. But compared to Dally and Eva, they definitely had more time to ask since we know that trees don’t grow fast (I’m talking about Armand’s tree grave) and yet, it feels like they’ve just kept it simple.

But why?

My take on the matter is this:

Because Yugo and Amalia are not supposed to have a normal relationship. Therefore, everything they do usually strays away from anything remotely expected of them to have in a relationship.

For god’s sake, Yugo literally teleported him and Amalia AWAY FROM EVERYONE DURING WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE CEREMONY.

Their public wedding was specifically a political one. Which is why it would explain the lack of rings.

It was a happy political wedding however since Yugo and Amalia do harbor feelings for each other (suppressed feelings that they are now free to let out of course). But that’s when Yugo completely surprises Amalia, along with the others, when he brings her up in the skies, taking her away from everyone.

That sly dummy wanted her all to himself.

The wedding was so unconventional and they knew it. But they did not care. As long as they are together, they’ll be fine. After waiting for so long and finally having each other, properly planning their wedding doesn't seem as important anymore.

That’s why the ceremony was so different compared to the Percedals.

Note: Eva and Dally’s marriage was such a classic that Eva even had to wait for Dally to propose to her when she could’ve just been the one to initiate the first move. She even knew that Dally had been planning on asking for her hand and she deliberately waited. The only thing that isn’t considered classic in their marriage was getting children before the wedding lol

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia sheran sharm #wakfu amalia #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu yumalia #yumalia #wakfu yugo x amalia #yugo x amalia #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu analysis #wakfu analyses

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taniavttv · 8 months

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Genya Sweet BF HeadCannons

A/N: Hello Everyone, It's Taniavttv here I hope you all good here i know I haven't been posting as usual I have been busy and with myself and my school so I'm try to post as much as I can. I love writing for you guys and Now I decided that I'll write For Genya as well too so Here are some Sweet Bf HeadCannons for our dear Genya and hope you Enjoy them ☺️💕🌸

🟣 Genya is quite shy around girls but when he met you during final selection He was happy to that you were talking to him and he immediately fell in love

🟣 Genya was shy to confess his love to you and he ended up doing it anyway and you loved how cute it was and said yes

🟣 Since you two also help the Demon Slayer Corps Genya loves that you train with him and accept him even with the special ability he has

🟣 Genya loves it when you caress his face He feels happy and smiles even Blushes too ☺️

🟣 Anytime you need to go on a mission Genya will go with you because your the most important person to him

🟣 Genya loves to cuddle You He loves the big spoon/ lil spoon position and even when you lay on his chest so he can hug you close to him

🟣He loves it when you hold him as he lays on your breast as you give him headpats and cuddle him like a baby (He loves that☺️)

🟣 Genya loves to give you gifts even if it's the smallest things he's is happy you loved the gifts

🟣Genya will do anything just to see you smile he loves it that your adorable and smile

🟣Loves to hold your hand alot

🟣 He Blushes so hard when you compliment him alot ☺️🥰

🟣If anyone messes or hurts with you Oh don't worry that's Why Genya is your boyfriend will confront the person and won't let any one hurt you.

🟣 If Genya sees you sad he'll hold you for as long as you need and always say sweet and lovely things about you so you can smile. This man hates to see his lover sad so he loves to see you happy

🟣Genya loves it when you give him headpats too its so sweet and he loves it when you treat him like that

🟣Genya will always listen to you and hear you so he can help you in any way

🟣 He loves to put your hand on his chest so you can feel it and it makes him blush too.

🟣Genya loves to hug you alot he will love to hug you longer

🟣Genya even loves to give you forehead kisses and kiss your cheek too

🟣Ohh when you two go on dates he loves it where it can be a picnic where it's just you two to have some privacy and he can show you his love and affection 💖

🟣Genya loves to feed you food and loves it when you do the same to him

🟣 He loves to kiss your lips passionately and even he loves tongue kisses

🟣Genya loves telling you everyday how much he loves you because he loves you with all his heart forever 💗

"I love you so much with all my heart Y/N💕 You are so special to me" -Genya said as he kissed your lips passionately

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littlestardescendants · 6 days

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This is completely random but what are your thoughts on Lucifer×Minhyeok as a ship?

in one of Luci's homescreen dialogues he's apologetic towards MC after what Gabriel did, how'd Luci think about Gabriel attacking an innocent human who isn't even related to Solomon?

I think a scenario where Jjok and Ppyong meet and become friends then Ppyong talks about MC and Minhyeok. Lucifer overhears that Gabriel attacked 2 humans instead of 1, he'd wanna know more

I think Minhyeok would be too scared of Lucifer

(if you aren't into character×character ships just ignore this ask)

Nah don't worry about it fam I'm open to answer any questions and I'm proud of you for working the guts to ask 💖

And to be honest I'm sort of neutral on these characterxcharacter ships I see their merit but LuciferxMinhyeok is a touch surprising. I'll try to give my honest thoughts on how I think it'd go and work :>

Explanation under:

So if I recall and I could be wrong but back in the Halloween event, Minhyeok had encountered the three Seraphim; Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael as well as the Kings. While going through there was a sort of fascination with him that they had going on and I think Lucifer being part angel would be fascinated as well and curiously seek him out especially if Jjok and Ppyong later on meet or he senses MC longing for Minhyeok (Lucifer strikes me as kind of perceptive to these things so for the start of it, it'd be fascination on his end while with Minhyeok it's a bit different.)

I can see the ship sort of working as Lucifer is fascinated but also sort of Aloof. He sort of is like an alley cat curious but independent, and I imagine the more he hears about Minhyeok, the more intrigued he is, and before long, the two meet, and it becomes quite a thing. So Minhyeok I feel at this time would be utterly gobsmacked; He's competing with immortal beings for MC and now here comes Lucifer the King of Pride and I imagine he's incredibly wary or freaked out and lowkey resentful but unlike the demons who take Minhyeok's fake kindness at face value, Lucifer picks up on it and I see the two talking it out because Lucifer doesn't see Minhyeok as competition.

I feel like Lucifer is above those things and so they'd probably be friends once Minhyeok realizes Lucifer is pretty neutral on MC (I get the vibes that even if related to Solomon Lucifer is pretty neutral about MC and not as obsessed as the Devils). And I think with time their relationship actually works to one of more understanding and regard.

I feel to myself that Minhyeok sort of helps Lucifer focus on the present and reconnect to the other species he sort of has been distant from and Lucifer helps Minhyeok let go and realize it's okay to have a life outside of MC and to not base his entire life around one thing, speaking from experience. It's a sweet dynamic, and if you're talking romantic, it sort of falls down the line because the two give me vibes they'd naturally fall into it. Of course neither are going to directly pursue, Lucifer would be respectful of Minhyeok's longing for MC to return to him but I imagine as MC gets railed by other demons Lucifer is the one person in Minhyeok's life telling him what he needs to hear. Minhyeok seems to always be the caretaker to others' feelings and lives, so Lucifer would probably be the one telling Minhyeok to take care of himself or to see things for what they are.

Of course Lucifer's still gonna be his feral self like he was in the Selfie story but Minhyeok strikes me as more cautious and nurturing than MC so the ship has room to be very sweet for both of them because they both get something special from it and could be pretty cute if it works like this. And while sex is a big thing I see the two taking it slow because unlike MC where their minds are on sex 24/7 the two guys just genuinely love their conversations and talk and work to it more tenderly than MC ever would with either of them.

Now I could be wrong but these are my thoughts since tbh this is the first I've heard of it so like I'm just taking a ball and rolling with it haha.

Hope it answers! 💖

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #what in hell is bad mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #whb solomon's descendant #mirjami asks #what in hell is bad lucifer #whb lucifer #what in hell is bad minhyeok #whb minhyeok #character x character #what in hell is bad lucifer x minhyeok #whb lucifer x minhyeok #My thoughts could be wrong but just my read on how theyd go #tbh i think theyd be cute but idk also cause Lucifer is so distant

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gabriels-wings-of-freedom · 1 year

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Ok SO Crowley Request coming in! Could you please write something were Reader shows affection through physical touch and has a habit of like, hugging her brothers from behind when they sit or just hugging Castiel whenever they see each other and just doesn’t need an excuse in general to cuddle the people she likes. And once she‘s seen Crowley a few times she starts greeting him with a hug too and he responds cheeky to kinda brush over the fact that hes caught off guard and kinda likes it? And maybe then eventually she has a breakdown because she doesn’t feel good enough or useful at all and he comforts her with physical touch cause he knows that thats her preferred love language? Id love for Reader to be kind and sweet like in that ‚to make a Deal’ Request. Sorry it’s such a long Request!!

Oh no worries! I like this!💖 I hope I get the reader well! It reminds me of that time in season 12 when Crowley got hugged and was just SHOCKED XD

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Even The King of Hell Deserves Hugs

You love to hug people from your own brothers to Castiel. Even Crowley cannot escape your physical touch, but when push comes to shove, he realizes how important it is.

You knew who he was, but it didn’t matter to you. In your eyes, he was an ally like Castiel despite your brothers’ dislike of him. Crowley has helped you guys plenty of times, even if he denies it. So after getting to see him a few times, you decided it was alright to do your signature thing.

You see, physical touch is a big thing for you.

Hugs are how you show a lot of your affection. Touching another person just brings such comfort to you. Sam and Dean love your hugs, Sam immediately trying to hug you back while Dean pretends like he wants you to stop touching him even though he is smiling. Castiel soon grew to except your hugs, even though it frightens him sometimes.

“Sam, what are you up to?” You asked as you walked into the bunker’s library where Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop. As you walked over you hugged him from behind, nuzzling your head against his. He lightly chuckled at your actions.

“I’m trying to find some proof on the existence of incubi. Dean says they aren’t real.” Sam explained and before you could explain the man himself walks into the room.

“Because I only want the female sex demons to lure me to bed and kill me. I don’t the swing the other way.” Dean said with a shudder as he walked into the room with Castiel close behind.

“What were you up to?” You asked your other brother before letting go of Sam and coming to hug Dean.

“Just showing Cas some memes-”

“I don’t see why it’s necessary.” The angel interrupted but Dean kept talking.

“-because he needs to get up to speed with people’s sense of humor. It’s starting to get embarrassing.” Dean finished his explanation, causing Castiel to give him an offensive look as you moved to hug the angel next.

“Cas! It’s always so good to see you.” You said, but he still squeaked when you hugged him, taking a few seconds before hugging you back. He was still growing used to your sudden affections, especially since he’s rarely hugged in his life.

Speaking of rarely hugged...

“Hello boys.” The familiar accent ran through the bunker like a chilling wind. All eyes were on Crowley and Dean just groaned.

“Man! Who left the warding down?” He asked angrily. You, Sam, and Castiel just looked at him in confusion.

“You.” They all said and Dean just cursed under his breath before sitting at the table with a pout. Crowley made some comment about how it was nice to see him too. Sam just sighed before looking at the demon.

“Crowley, what do you want?” He asked as politely as he could. You moved from Castiel to eye him. Crowley was standing at the head of the table dressed in all black like usual.

Not having the slightest clue about what you were about to do.

“I wanted to know if you had any-what is she doing?” Crowley’s dark and intimidating voice immediately changed to confusion with a hint of fear as the topic drastically changed. You had moved over while he was talking to give him a hug, something you typically do once you feel comfortable with them.

“Um...didn’t know I was so special.” Crowley said cheekily with one of those smiles that seem unintentional, like he can’t help it. But it disappeared quickly when he saw all the boys staring at him.

“Really Y/N? Him? Why?” Dean accused you as you released the man in black. You gave Crowley a slight smile as he was still trying to comprehend what just happened and how he felt about it.

“It’s just how I greet people Dean. You know that. Even Crowley deserves hugs.” You told him while folding your arms and shrugging.

“Yeah, but he’s not people.” The older Winchester retorted. Normally, Crowley would’ve had something to refute that with, but he was so caught off guard by your sudden gesture of affection that he didn’t have any words at the ready. Perhaps he kind of...No.

No. He doesn’t like it. He can’t like it. You’re a Winchester.

“Well...until next time.” Crowley was quick to clear his throat to brush away any thoughts that he could possibly have.

“Wait, didn’t you have something-and he’s gone.” Sam started to say as Crowley dematerialized from the room like he was never there to begin with. You expected the cheekiness and slight discomfort from him, but you never expected to catch that small smile. It made you feel all warm inside, and it made you reach a decision no matter if your brothers liked it or not.

Crowley needed more hugs, and good thing it was your favorite gesture to give.

Every time he appeared before you guys, you would greet him with a hug. And every time, Crowley would give you some cheeky response that would result in Dean nearly killing him. But little did you know, he was doing that to hide his own feelings. Crowley was the King of Hell, and the King of Hell cannot like hugs.

Yet, he loved receiving them from you. Perhaps he has grown soft.

He now realizes there are times he comes to you guys and doesn’t even need anything. Crowley just wanted to receive your hug, that greeting you give to people that you deem you care about. The demon didn’t understand how that could be possible in his case, but he was grateful. It became like a drug to him, something that he needed from you even if he could never return it.

So, when he sensed that the bunker’s warding was off, he appeared.

“Hello...boys?” Crowley was surprised to find no one in the room when he showed up. And it was quiet. Way too quiet.

“Moose?” He called out while walking around a bit.

“Squirrel?” He then tried, looking behind things. Crowley knew that they weren’t always here, but something in the air felt off.

“Kitten?” Crowley then called out his nickname for you. Something he adopted after a couple hugs when he struggled to come up with words. It was then that his ears picked up the sound of someone crying.

And since it sounded like a woman, he grew worried. Even more so when it led to your door.

“Y/N...” Crowley didn’t even know his voice was capable of being so soft when he saw you curled up at the foot of your bed, looking sadder than he’s ever seen you. Crowley was used to you being so friendly and sweet, so whatever made you so sad, he was going to find it and kill it.

But you must really feel down because Crowley didn’t receive his welcome hug.

“Crowley...what are you doing here?” Gosh, you even sounded awful, and your tear-stained eyes made his shriveled heart twist in a weird way.

“Never mind that...what happened to you?” He asked while approaching you gently, however, his question just caused you to tear up again as you hugged your knees and buried your face in them as you cried. Crowley crouched beside you and hesitated a bit before placing a hand on your back, patting gently.

“There...there...” He said with an uncomfortable look on his face, not used to this.

After a while, you did compose yourself enough to explain why you were so upset. Apparently, Sam and Dean went on a hunt without you, a werewolf or something. Whatever it was, it was bad. But what really hurt you is that they took Cas with them instead of you. You’ve been hunting way longer than the angel has, and you didn’t care if he was practically immortal. Experience is where it counts. You told him that because of that, it made you feel just awful.

“It’s like I’m not good enough...not strong enough to help them. I mean, I always kind of felt like that...but this proves it.” You ended with your voice choking up on more tears as your shoulders shook. Crowley truly did feel bad for you. As was said, you were too kind to be treated like that.

But as much as he wanted to get involved, he didn’t want to make you more upset. Instead, Crowley did something that he’s never done before.

He hugged you.

It was awkward and not quite right, his arms being kind of lopsided, but he was trying his best. Crowley knew you were one for action and not words. Physical touch is what spoke to you, and if that was going to make you feel comfort, he was damn well going to try.

“Crowley...what are you doing?” You said in a muffled tone as his arm was kind of in your face.

“Hugging...you?” He said in uncertainly, also unsure of what he was doing. It was enough to almost make you cry again, but not out of sadness. They say demons have no feelings, but Crowley was going through such levels of discomfort to make you feel better. He could’ve lectured you, told you how great you were, or went to confront the boys. But instead, he stayed and hugged you because he knew that’s what you loved.

“Thank you...” You said softly through your sore throat as you maneuvered yourself to hug him better. Crowley tensed slightly, but for the first time, he kept his arms around you as you guys basically cuddled.

“Always kitten...I’m here for you...” Crowley struggled to say it, but this was also the first time that a hug didn’t lead to a cheeky comment. You were in too much of an emotional state for him to do that.

He even moved to grab your hand, shocking you more.

“I know how much touch means to you...and I’m starting to see why. The feeling it gives...makes me so happy.” Crowley confessed, looking away from you to gain enough confidence to even say it. Instead of responding, you just hugged him tighter.

“You’re amazing...A hug can’t express how grateful I am that you are here...” You said while nuzzling into his shoulder. Crowley smirked and resisted the urge to chuckle as he held you tighter.

“I’m not amazing, Y/N...I’m Crowley.”

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #crowley #crowley x reader #crowley imagine #supernatural crowley

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shutupandplayasong · 1 year

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Ok ok ok time to talk about the show!!!!

(Warning this going to be beyond hectic I'm quite literally shaking with excitement and also it's 1 am)

Justin's floofy little hyena mohawk gives me LIFE it looks so good

Instead of the ukulele being tossed onto stage by someone below, the funeral director guy tosses it to Beej

After the sad puppet show BJ screams out "I'm burning! I'm burning! I thought this only happened to books that make kids gay!" And I literally gasped. I don't know if that was written into the script or if it was improv but holy shit

During TWBDT Part 2, when BJ tries to spell his name a second time, he pulls his sleeve back to read a little cheatsheet to spell it correctly. My illiterate little himbo ❤

Instead of "Sadness is like kale salad, no one likes it, throw it out" Delia says "Sadness is like a third nipple, it's a part of you but no one wants to see it"

During Charles and Lydia's dead mom argument, Delia is just waggling her triangle around and slow motion dancing. No thoughts, just vibes

When Charles and Delia are making out on the table, Charles is full on sniffing her foot and rubbing his face against it like a cat..... Chuck has a foot fetish confirmed.

Someone already posted about the guacamole story and jesus fucking christ man

When Barb gives her "best primal screams" she gives a very half hearted "blehhh" and then hits a fucking opera note on her second attempt?? I'm love ??

BJ'S MIC IS BEDAZZLED

It's also small enough to fit up his sleeve. Big spooky demon with this dinky tiny glittery microphone. I love it.

I swear to god in Charles' room there's this big ass sculpture that looks like a giant butt plug. I did an actual double take. I couldn't focus on anything else during that scene.

Except the fact that Delia had a juul pod im pretty sure?

After Say My Name, when the curtain drops, Adam is all like "We should bring the sheets" "No" "Well we should bring the sheets just in case" "Adam, no, come on!" "Ok I won't bring the sheets :("

After Beej is pushed off the roof a little puff of smoke is blown onto the stage like a cartoon

When Beej crawls out of the table when Lydia calls him there's this god awful squelching sound

After That Beautiful Sound, when BJ is explaining his plan to his clones, one of the women is stood there wiggling her fingers and popping her hips out and she's so cute!!

I never really cared about Otho but the man who played is a whole ass Shane Madej caricature and I kind of love him now

We unfortunately do not get red Beetlejuice, but for a split second the lights give him a similar effect and while it's not the same, I will take it. It's better than nothing I suppose

I love the yellow and blue suit on Justin he's so hampsome 🥺💞😭🥺💘😢💖💗😭

To fill in the awkward silence after the "we both have dead moms" joke, BJ fucking bounces on Juno's severed leg like a pogo stick????? It literally sucked the air out of my body and I had to force myself to breath so I didn't start wheezing and disrupting the whole auditorium

We got confetti'd after the curtain call and I grabbed 3 handfuls :) That's not really a note on the show, I just felt like sharing

Ok on to my feelings about the cast:

Justin:

Listen, no one can ever top Alex, but I'll be damned if Justin isn't a close second.

Just constantly screaming and doing his little dancy dance, even if it's during normal dialogue that does not call for screaming or dancy dancing.

Not much in the feral behavior department, but he sticks his tongue out so. much. A lot of sarcastic gasping too like sir close your mouth before bugs start crawling inside

He takes his sweet time finishing dialogue. There were several times where there would be a good 30 seconds of dead air, and every time the laughter died down it would start up and fill the silence again. I don't know what spell he cast to make the audience do that but it was a good one.

I'll be honest I wasn't so sure about him when the casting was announced but god damn it he just has so much charisma I want to get on all fours and bark for him

Im not taking that back btw you're gonna have to live with me saying that

Isabella:

My favorite Lydia hands down.

Her Lydia has so much attitude she's almost a bit of a bully. There's so much sarcasm and angst and anger in her delivery. She plays the moody teenage girl character well.

Not really an acting not but Isabella has such big, expressive eyes. Granted, I had pretty close seats, but you can still see her eye rolls and quirked eyebrows from the stage it's amazing.

Overall she's a fantastic Lydia and again, my absolute favorite. No shade to Sophie, but I feel like her Lydia was... a bit whiny and immature. Isabella is truly grieving her mother and you can see how much of a toll all these changes are having on her. I absolutely love the edge and the bite she brings to Lydia.

Britney and Will:

These two.

These two are out of fucking control for real.

Take the goof factor from the original Maitlands and crank that shit up to 11.

Gonna have to agree with Beetlejuice though, Will's Adam is quite sexy...

"Adam... You're boring. But! You're sexy. You should own that." *cue Will doing a full body roll*

I dont know if it's his height or voice or line delivery but he just seems a lot less... idk pathetic? than the original Adam. It's a nice change of pace. I always wished they did more to develop his character.

Britney brings a lot of spunk to Barbara. Like Barbara has always been the slightly more adventurous one in the relationship but Britney really makes her shine.

OG Barbara is a bit more subdued but Britney's body language is so big? I guess is the right word? So many big gestures and so much movement. Im always a big fan of when actors use their whole bodies to deliver their lines instead of just standing pin straight and talking.

Kate:

I've noticed a lot of people don't really like her Delia and while she isn't my number one favorite either, I still think she does a good job

OG Delia, I feel, is out of touch with the times and trying to be "hip" while still being old school. Kate's Delia is very much aware of "kids these days" and is an obnoxious try hard. I kind of like her take on the character in that sense.

Delia has absolutely no concept of personal space. She stands wayyyy to close to Lydia and whenever Lydia gets fed up, she gets in Delia's face to give her a taste of her own medicine. I LOVE the dynamic between them.

Also Kate's Delia is lowkey kind of bullied by Lydia? Like Lydia is actually pretty mean to her. Again, I love how Kate and Isabella interact with each other. There's a lot more turmoil and strain between these two that I feel was lacking in the original production (at least from what I've seen in the bootlegs I've watched).

Jesse:

Not as imposing or strict as OG Charles, but I like it. I don't prefer it, but I like it.

I feel like Jesse's Charles wears his heart on his sleeve? You can really hear how tired and lost and confused he is when he's struggling to communicate with Lydia.

I never cried while watching bootlegs but damn it, their performance of Home almost made me cry...

Also if anyone would like to drop me off at the theater tomorrow so I can snag those remaining $30 single seat tickets my address is-

#beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #a vck original #long post #beetlejuice

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juvellianovo · 2 years

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Hello! I have a request, but imma start off by saying that I love your fanfictions and writing!

But I have a request, what if a child!Mc had an "imagery friend" that's secretly a demon? But the demon is super friendly towards her and helps her out w stuff (like reaching for stuff on the counter that she can't reach). But he kinda hates the demon brothers bc they yell at mc when she does something bad.

The demon brothers only found out about him when they all walked in to the living room and saw Mc talking to her reflection (that's how she communicates w her imaginary friend). And when the brothers ask her who she's talking to she said something along the lines of "my friend" then continued to talk to the mirror where her friend was.

How would the demon brothers react? (+ siemon, diavolo, barbie and Solomon)

Thank you anon💖^•^ part 2 masterlist

I'd like to think of an whole ass scenario and also my writings aren't proofread EVER and that goes for everything in my blog. Just a caution💖^^

This the big brothers edition part.1

Part 2 coming soon.

Sorry for the late

I have been fainting a lot these few days and have been under a lot of emotional pressure for a few weeks.

Also I am thinking of turning this into a AU so I would like to know as to what anon I can address you as when giving creds for this in my future posts?

So I think this demon is actually really strong. Cause to avoid the seven RULERS of hell he'd have to be pretty sneaky and all. And actually he is stronger than the king of devildom ya'know like an OP character. Because of backstory shit he hide his powers but once he almost revealed it his mother sealed his powers and binded him inside a ruby which you so happened to find.

When you touched the ruby and the ruby transferred inside you so now he is binded with your soul. Although he is not always with you as he has a "void" that he resides in. He has like a bratty personality. Like the that one bad guy at school that actually has a soft spot for special people

His powers were still sealed. He was so mad at the attic incident. He felt that if only his powers weren't sealed he would have ripped the brothers in shreds. The amount of tears he was shedding

Amount of pain he felt when he couldn't do anything while you were infront of him.

After the incident something in Barbatos's power unlocked his powers again.

He does not have a name so he asks you to name him. At first you called him shadow but one day you saw a word that meant adoration/affection "Sneho"(it's a bangla word)

Lucifer

Lucifer once saw a flying can going to you but he thought that you had used some kind of spell that Satan probs taught you not to mention your height.

Lucifer often had thrown things at him when you were being lectured for too long too!

Lucifer always thought that it was one of his brothers that had did this small prank

But when he saw you talking to yourself

This mans fr thought you had gone mentally ill

He was a bit confused as to who you were talking to so asked who you were talking to

When you said my friend this man was still confused so he came closer and took a look at your mirror

At first glance it would seem like your normal reflection but when looked at closely there was a demon inside laughing and giggling

This man nearly had a heart attack cause never had he ever thought of seeing something like this (+he is old)

Immediately pushes you away from the mirror.

Tries to communicate with the mirror

Then sneho makes an appearance.

After hearing everything from sneho and confirming it by talking to you this man is speechless.

I guess he will try to get along by introducing sneho to his brothers

Sneho is an absolute bitch with Lucifer.

He will try to cause as many troubles as possible to give this man a headache.

Immediately reports to Diavolo and investigates

Mammon

He also saw flying cans

He saw you fly did his human ascend

Yeah super concerned

Saw you talking to the mirror

Now I headcannon that Mammon likes kids so he probs knows that kids often have these imaginary friends

Goes to talk to your imaginary friend but freaks out.

Since Mammon was passed onto lucifer rather than given directly to lucifer I headcannon that Mammon is th younger brother of Micheal. So in a fight between Lucifer and Mammon. Mammon will win cause he is stronger.

So since Mammon is stronger he immediately notices the demon inside. Especially the incredible amount of power that was comming out of Sneho.

Almost thrashes the mirror bc of his fight or flight instincts.

You will constantly try to calm Mammon down but Mammon is in his demon form ready to fight Sneho.

Somehow you Manage to explain to Mammon

And Sneho actually has a soft spot for Mammon bc Mammon was the only one who cared and cied for you.

Expect Sneho and Mammon to fight everyday on who gets your attention.

If Sneho sticks too close to you expect a piercing shriek from Mammon.

Will probs cover ya'll up until Lucifer himself discovers about Sneho

Leviathan

Nah this man never noticed

He even barely comes out of his room.

He only noticed when you were taking to long to find the controller and he catches you talking to a mirror.

The same reaction as Lucifer thinks you've gone mentally unstable bc of his brothers

He knew it! It's all his brothers fault!

He tried to save you from their normie asses!

But suddenly remembers Mammon talking about kids having imaginary friends

When he realizes that you're talking to a demon levi.protectivemode.on

P A N I C💥

He is easier to calm down and to explain to

Probably talk to sneho quite a lot.

Sneho is pissed of Levi bc of that one time when levi turned into his demon forn against you.

#new au!#Anon! au!#child mc!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me child mc!#obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me big bro edition #Oc!#OC! Sneho #demon sneho #headcannon #anon ask #🖤🖤🖤juve

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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good morning kat!! i would love to read how u view and write the brothers / dateables <33

Ahhhhhh thank you! I was probably going to do it anyway but I’m so glad you sent this <3 OKAY! So some of these are probably similar to how others see/write them but I feel like I have a slightly different feel for a few of them. I really just wanted to do this so my followers could kind of get an idea for my writing before they get whiplash or something aksjaj ALSO I’m only to lesson 35 so if you read some of this and go “kat they literally covered that in the game” I’m sorry but I’m stuck way behind.

LUCIFER - The Overworked DILF

So I think we can all agree that this man is severely overworked and is in desperate need of some dick/pussy and probably worries about things he shouldn’t. I hate the idea that Lucifer doesn’t like/doesn’t care about his brothers!! “He’s always rude to them” “He never lets them have fun” yes I know but you have to remember he’s Avatar of Pride. I feel like Luci isn’t an ass just to be one, it’s his Sin that makes him come across that way! He’s the prideful oldest brother, in real world conditions he would be the oldest sibling who graduated Valedictorian and went off to an Ivy League school and your parents constantly brag about. These kids normally are the most stressed people alive, they do it because they feel like it’s expected of them not because they think they’re better than everyone else. Lucifer acts like a jerk sometimes because his Sin forces him to basically. I also think once Luci becomes comfortable with you, that tends to fade away, he’s less strict on his brothers, he’s a little more open about his feelings, he might even start complimenting them more often. Lucifer loves his brothers and I feel like he would sacrifice a lot to make them (and you) happy.

💖 MAMMON - The Loverboy 💖

I could write a ten page essay on Mammon…actually I could probably do one for half the brothers. ANYWAY My biggest peeve is how the game (and some fans) make him just “the stupid greedy brother” you can not convince me Mammon would ever steal from MC, you just can’t. “But he likes to sell things for money” yes, but you know greed doesn’t solely refer to money? I see Mammon as the touch starved demon who falls head over heels for you, he would do anything for you, you ask and it’s done, no hesitation. This boy is so smitten with you it’s unbelievable, he truly is a simp, look the word up in the dictionary and it’s just his name next to it. Why?? Because after he develops feelings for you he becomes greedy for your love and attention, he doesn’t care about your money or possessions he just wants your affection. If you don’t love him? It hurts but it’s okay he just wants a friend who treats him nicely. WHILE ON THAT TOPIC I DO NOT BELIEVE THE BROTHERS ARE THAT MEAN/CRUEL TOWARDS HIM. I think they tease him but I also believe they respect him. I feel like Mammon is actually very smart, he just doesn’t apply himself at RAD because he has better things to do like stare at you all day. I write Mammon as a very loyal friend/lover. I also write him as clingy/needy because he is, he wants to be with you because you show him so much kindness he can’t get enough.

LEVIATHAN - The Shy Boy

*gently slaps his shoulder* This bad boy can fit so much anxiety in him! I relate very hard to Levi and his socially awkward ass so I understand his tendency to lock himself away. I think once he warms up to you and you guys become friends he’s more willing to leave his room and even the house. I think you would somewhat become a security blanket for him, in the sense that he’s only comfortable going to a big social outing if you also go, he doesn’t have to be directly next to you but he at least needs you in his line of sight to feel better. I think Levi has of course had a few friends here and there, be it online only or maybe another socially awkward demon at RAD, but I think you would be his first true friend. He would open up to you about literally everything, he would text you about every new anime releasing, he would ask you to come game with him/watch a new show constantly. I guess I agree with a lot of his in game personality but I also think he becomes attached to you, I think you help him come out of his shell without him even realizing it, you give him confidence to just be himself and not be as envious of others.

SATAN - The Hopeless Romantic

As someone who struggled with their own anger issues when they were younger, I have many strong feelings about Satan and I do not vibe with the “cold and closed off angry brother” idea. I see him as someone who works hard to keep his anger in check because he doesn’t want to harm/push away the ones he loves. I think he still has those moments that he does lose control but they’re few and far between, I think you would be a major source of comfort for him. He’s quick to spot the similarities between the two of you and wants to form a close bond but also fears hurting you, if you take the first step to get to know him more then he’s all in. He wants to learn more about the human world and is willing to teach you whatever you would like about the Devildom, together you can learn about the Celestial Realm and what it holds. This boy is 100% a hopeless romantic though, when he catches feelings for you he is immediately trying to sweep you off your feet in every aspect BUT he wants everything to be perfect, straight out of a romance novel perfect. Also I’m very biased, I also love and adore animals so I fully support cat lover Satan however I think that Satan loves all animals, cats are just his favorite.

ASMODEUS - The Hypeman

I see Asmo as so much more than “the gay bestie who likes to gossip” like I’ve seen a few fans strip him down to. While I 100% think Asmo is always down to gossip with you I also picture Asmo as the ultimate therapist friend/hypeman. He’ll listen to your problems and give you advice, if you have a crush on one of his brothers he is immediately trying to set you up. He knows how to play the game (because he invented it basically) so he gives you tips on how to make them fall for you. I also see people just leave him as “the sex crazed brother” and yes, I think Asmo would give you some of the most mind blowing sex but again, I see more than that. Most people see Lust and immediately associate it with sex, lust is just an intense desire for something but not specifically sex. I see Asmo as someone who, after years of sexual lust, meets you and starts to lust after a sincere friendship/bond. He’s full of his own insecurities and wants someone he can be open with and share those feelings, I think Asmo would actually be willing to tell you about his insecurities once the two of you formed a stronger bond. I also see Asmo as a total drama queen, the first to know any “secret” and the first to run to you with info on his brothers.

BEELZEBUB- The Gentle Giant

The fact that the game made his personality “food” makes me so mad. Beel is 10000% friend shaped and just wants the best for his family. I see him as a big bear honestly, he’s very sweet and innocent but if you piss him off he will destroy you. I don’t think he would be afraid to body check a bitch into a wall for insulting one of his brothers, I see him as extremely protective over them all, not just his twin. This is my own personal opinion but I think Beel would give the best hugs :( <3 I also think he would be an amazing listener. Since he’s up late at night, due to hunger or insomnia, you can always talk to him when you’re having trouble sleeping. If you ever need to just vent to someone but aren’t really looking for advice, Beel is the one, he listens and he has his own thoughts on the matter but he knows you really just need to talk it out. Just…big boy…big sweet boy💖

BELPHEGOR - The Brat

OOOOOHHHH LET ME TELL YOU! So, in regards to lesson 16 if you want my thoughts on that hot ass mess go read Vicious (not a shameless plug just gives you a better idea on how I feel about that situation). With that being said (and if you’ve read the fic) I think Belphie would have a loooot of guilt for what he did. I think he would feel like shit once he realized how much you mean to his brothers, I think he would feel completely ashamed and would do whatever it took to make it up to you.. He wants to be close to you, he wants to be friends, he wants to have your attention as much as his brothers do. I think the fact that you took the time to set him free would hit him hard, after spending so much time alone he wants to be involved in things but has major guilt for what he did. I think if you ignored him for a while and forced him to see how much his brothers love and adore you, how they would do anything to make you happy, he would cave and beg for forgiveness(in private of course). If you eventually let him get close to you he’s going to act out when he doesn’t get his way and will be the ultimate brat, he’ll pout when you spend too much time with one of the others, he’ll lay in your lap anytime he sees you sitting on the couch, he’ll hold onto the back of your shirt when you guys go out in a group so he can stay close to you. I think he’s 100% a brat but also has tremendous guilt for what he did.

SOLOMON - The Smartass

Okay so you know the classic “little boys will pull the pigtails of the girl they have a crush on” that’s Solomon. Regardless of your gender he’s going to pick on you and he’s going to tease you. The man has been alive for thousands of years, he has met so many other humans but you’re different, he wants to get to know you more. I think Solomon might be a little out of touch with current human culture/ways of life but if you try to introduce him to it he completely adapts to it. I think he would be so thrilled to have another human around, the two of you would become best buds and just say the most random shit and bust out laughing. Introduce him to memes and he immediately starts making his own about the Devildom and they’re hilarious, show him old Vines (exposing my age lmao) and the man is wheezing. I think he’s also a sarcastic little shit, he likes to push buttons and see if you push back, I think he gently bullies his friends. Being an ancient wizard can be lonely so I think you restore a little bit of his humanity and give him a little piece of his childish behavior back.

SIMEON - The Sweetheart

Sweet baby angel help 🥺 I see Simeon as very respectful and innocent BUT he also wants to join the fun. I think if you and Solomon were goofing around he would ask to join, he wants to understand the jokes, he wants to play the dumb card games, he wants to be more involved!! I think Simeon would also be a great listener and would also try to give the best advice. I DO NOT THINK HE WOULD TRY TO FORCE RELIGION DOWN YOUR THROAT I one time saw someone say that Simeon would try to make you “see the light of God” or whatever and just…no, I don’t feel that. I think Simeon would be very respectful of your choices in all aspects of life, just because he’s an angel doesn’t mean he can’t be friends with people who don’t follow his God. To each their own obviously but that’s not how I’ll write him, I don’t think he would bring up religion at all unless you specifically asked him.

LUKE - The #1 Little Bro

LUUUUUUKKKEE Best little angel!!!!! I see Luke as that younger sibling who is SO impressed and in awe of everything you do! He thinks you make everything look easy, he tries to mimic the way you do things, he tells all his friends about you! I think, while at first he may be upset about it, Luke would fully support you if you dated one of the brothers. He would love for you to date Simeon but as long as you’re happy that’s all that matters! He would go to you for advice on how to do things and if you tell him you’re also bad at the thing he’s just like “oh well then it must be impossible because you can do ANYTHING, so I don’t care about it” he just thinks you’re so cool and amazing even if you don’t think that about yourself. <3

✨Bonus✨

I don’t write for these two quite yet because I’m still getting a feel for them but thought I would include them💖

Diavolo- The Golden Retriever

Before I get slaughtered let me explain: Everything I’ve seen so far in game of Diavolo is a guy who has no real cares and wants to hangout with his friends doing literally anything, he does not care as long as he is involved. Obviously I know he has more going on being a prince and all but like I said I’m not that far in game. My current interpretation of him is: super happy Prince who desperately wants to be a normal guy for just one day and see what it’s like to not have the entire Realm in your shoulders.

Barbatos - The Mystery

Barbatos (I say this lovingly) you bitch… LET ME LOVE AND UNDERSTAND YOU I hate that we get such little screen time with him because ??? He seems to have some dope powers, also he basically raised Dia so this man has seen some shit and I wanna hear stories about what he has experienced!!!! All I know of him so far is: Loyal Butler and Afraid of Rats. I want moooooreeee I want to write for him so baaaddd.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #the void responds

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oboy-me · 1 year

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how about: masc they/them or they/he Asmodeus x he/him MC, prompt: they're going to a fancy dress or masquerade sort of place, and MC lets Asmodeus pick out what he should wear.

Absolutely! This is such a fun concept, I'm excited to see what you think of this drabble! 💖

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▸▸ You were invited to a royal ball to celebrate the students of RAD's achievements throughout the exchange program's running years, honoring everyone's teamwork towards making it as successful as it is. You chose Asmodeus to go as your +1, because you knew he was going to dress you to impress.

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You're rather thankful that you decided to let them know this plan a full day ahead of the actual event; you're almost certain they haven't shut up since the moment it left your mouth. Between their posts on Devilgram and DeviTube to just pestering their brothers — Mammon being the most frequently targeted, evidenced by how worn down he was by the end of the day — you've kept an eye on their enthusiasm and were always quick to answer their texts when they asked some random questions of you.

The shopping spree was only the beginning. They still had to dress you, and they had just about every idea under the moon for what they wanted to pick for you; the fact that you now had almost two wardrobes' worth of boxes sat next to your bed with Asmodeus rifling through it was a sure sign this was going to take a hot minute.

"Asmo?"

"Mmm? What is it, dear?" they respond, still deftly sifting through various neatly-folded trousers. "Oh, right! Would you like traditional pants or an open, flowy skirt-like bottom?"

"Did you... need to pick out so many?" you asked quietly, knowing full well the question was an absolutely futile one to pose. "And pants, I'd like to let you be the more flowy one this time," you quickly tacked on.

Asmodeus would loosen a small hum as they stood to their feet, a few pants tucked over their arm. They seemed wholly preoccupied with comparing the accent colours with a few tops and playing mix-and-match until he settled on a couple pairs.

"Mammon especially had some concerns," came your continuation, knowing by the little look in their eyes that they were still listening. "He was like, "man, Asmo's spending more than me today, what's up with that guy?" and "Hey Y/N, tell him to cool it before he regrets it!""

That earned a little laugh out of Asmodeus that he had to stifle into his arm. His expression held nothing but glee as he started to hold each little combo up to your body to picture you in each set. Sometimes he would swap a top or a set of pants on the fly to try new combos, of course.

"I think Mammon's just jealous~" the demon would reply in a cutesy little purr with a little wink thrown your way. "After all, there's this big event coming up, and who did you choose as your plus one? That's riiiiight! Hehe! ♥ I know he's been working himself up to ask you, but he should know better than to think you'll choose anyone but me."

When he had finished talking you had the mind to respond as well, but you had found that your lips were claimed rather suddenly by the demon's own. It was always like him to just sneak a kiss when your guard was down, but this time he had taken his opportunity to soothe you with one of the sweetest little tastes of his lips on yours — and you could tell he applied that flavoured lipstick he knew you loved so much. It was a dizzying taste that left you both a little lightheaded afterwards, Asmodeus letting out a breathless little giggle as he pulled away again.

"So you see why I've just gotta fuss over you, my dear? Now let's try these few outfits on! When we get your outfit situated, then we'll move on to your accessories and makeup! While we all know I'll be the most gorgeous of everyone at the ball, I want to make sure that everyone sees my nearly-equally gorgeous boyfriend at his absolute best~!"

Those cheeks of yours were lit up like wildfire at their words, their kiss; you always felt the love they poured in to you even if they tried to veil it behind their narcissism. If they did not love you as they did, they would not have spent all this time and Grimm just to doll you up for one night.

"Well now I have to; I can't afford to taint my flawless Asmodeus by showing up as anything less." You throw them a wink of your own before vanishing in to the bathroom, catching a rapid spread of crimson across their cheeks as you closed the door to change.

You'll never forget that night; you two turned just about every head in that ballroom that wasn't yours, and both of you graced the front pages of RAD's newspaper much to Diavolo's delight and Mephistopheles' chagrin.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading this dear anon! I did my best to represent what you asked for!

#obey me imagines #obey me male reader #obey me male mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmo x mc

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writer-loogi2 · 2 years

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♡︎𝙾𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚒 𝙸𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚂/𝙾 ( 𝙶𝙽 )♡︎

A/N: Finally- more KNY headcanons! I'm finally gonna write with the Hashiras this time- here's some headcanons with my favorite snake boy!

♡︎♡︎♡︎

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: Iguro Obanai with a chubby reader! ( gender neutral )

♡︎𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!! Fluff, somewhat jealous!overprotective!Obanai, body positivity! :)

♡︎♡︎♡︎

( ♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝!♡︎ )

• I'mma be 100% honest with y'all, but I think Obanai is a chubby chaser. Well, low-key a chubby chaser.

• To be fair he doesn't really care what his S/O looks like, nor how much do they weigh. But he is very picky when it comes to dating someone..

• Nonetheless, he chose you! Because you were different than others. You never judged him, you always saw the better in him and that made him get attached to you in a way. ( You being chubby was a bonus for him! )

• He's definitely the quiet, somewhat jealous, yet overprotective boyfriend. However he's not afraid to speak his mind!

• Being your boyfriend means he's gonna have to protect you, it's his job! That includes protecting you from demons, or rude people who make comments about your weight.

• His favorite thing about you is how warm and soft you are! He enjoys the blissful feeling and comfort of returning home from a long mission, only to be greeted by your warm and loving embrace.

• Obanai's love languages are quality time and physical touch. He may not be very big on PDA but boy does this man love to cuddle the hell out of you. He's incredibly affectionate, yet he doesn't want to admit it.

• When you guys spend time together he likes to do two things: cuddle and go shopping with you.

• Obanai tends to be the little spoon when you guys are cuddling, and also his favorite thing to do is lay his head on your tummy or thighs. ( That shit really gets him going- please suffocate him with your thighs- )

• Another thing I wanted to mention was that sometimes when you two are cuddling, Kaburamaru tends to slither it's way in between you guys. Which makes Obanai a little upset because he wants you all to himself- but his reptilian companion doesn't really want to get in the way, it just seeks warmth and you're warm soooo..-

• ( honestly it's super cute and funny seeing these two argue- )

• Anyway, when Obanai goes shopping with you, he tends to spoil you, a lot. Being a Hashira pays really well so he definitely has enough money to buy you whatever you want! Mostly he prefers to buy you new clothes that show off your curves- but he'll never tell..

• Either way, he always complements you when you wear something new in front of him! Especially if you show it off.

"Oh? Is that a new outfit you're wearing? It looks lovely on you baby.. can you turn around for me? I wanna see how beautiful/handsome my baby is.."

• Even if Obanai likes when you show off sometimes, he also dislikes it a bit. He enjoys when you show off to him, and him only but when others get to see how amazing you are he gets jealous overprotective! ( He will not hesitate to knock someone's teeth out if they look at you. )

• Obanai also tends to be very sweet towards you but with others it's a different story. He's always mean and has a cold attitude towards others yet with you it's like he's a completely different person-

Obanai with others: 😡🔪💀🔗🖤

Obanai with you: 🥰😍😘💖💕

• He does get endlessly teased by the Hashiras for his change in behavior, especially around you. Yet he doesn't really care and simply brushes them off as them being stupid. ( Excluding Mitsuri, she's actually very supportive! )

• It doesn't matter what people think of Obanai, wether it be his weird personality or his relationship with you, he doesn't care, because at least he's happy to be with you!

• And honestly he deserves that happiness..

A/N: Honestly I kinda had a hard time writing this one because I wasn't sure which Hashira should I write with first- but I went with Obi here because he seemed to be the easiest to write with-

But to be honest I headcanon all the Hashiras to be chubby chasers, some more than others. But they don't judge.

Anyway hope you enjoy!

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#by neko loogi #do not repost #headcanons #kny headcanons #chubby reader #iguro obanai x reader #obanai x reader #obanai headcanons #obanai x chubby reader #kny x chubby reader

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Hi! I hope you're having a nice day, I was wondering if you were still taking requests?

I’m transmasc and I’m going through a bit of dysphoria this week and i was wondering if you could maybe do a eddie x trans! Reader? It can be smut or just fluff write as you like! :))

Hello love 💖 Believe me, I sat here with big teary eyes when i read that an wanted to give you a hug. And then I went to writing, thinking about how to do this, since it's nothing I have personal experience with, and I wanted to treat this topic with the respect it deserves. So I really hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes, especially because everyone experiences dysphoria in different ways. So I really hope I didn't fuck this up and you can find some comfort in this one. Word Count: 2163 Pairing: Eddie Munson x Trans!Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, gender dysphoria, crying, soft Eddie💖

Trust

Eddie knows that something is wrong, that something is going on in that pretty head of yours, but he cannot figure out what it is. The last couple of days, you’ve been acting distant, trying to steer clear of him, haven’t let him kiss or even hug you. When he asked you to come over, you always said that you were busy, had some stuff to do, but you might drop by later. Later never happened. Instead, you stayed in your room, alone with your demons, because you didn’t want to put this on Eddie, didn’t want to pull him down with you.

Eddie got to know you as a guy, you even introduced yourself to him with your new name, nervous as fuck, but Eddie simply smiled at you, shaking your hand and welcoming you to the group. After feelings were developing between the two of you, you knew that you had to tell him - and you wanted that as well, but you were still nervous about it. You should have known Eddie well enough at that point to know that he didn’t care. And he didn’t. When you told him, he simply gave you that smile that warmed your whole body from the pit of your stomach and made you all giddy.

“I care about you as a person, doesn’t matter what you are, alright?” He took a step towards you, taking your hands in his and lifting them. “Besides, you could probably knock me out with those hands.” He was exaggerating, you knew that, but it still made you chuckle. “I might just have to step back if you tell me you’re actually a wolf or something.”

“Now you’re being silly,” you chastised him, but it was followed with a chuckle.

“Maybe I am,” he said, pulling you towards him by your hands. His right hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head just enough so he could put his lips on yours. The butterflies you’d felt before, increased to a whole damn zoo inside your belly, when you kissed him back, hands moving over his chest up into his hair, holding him to you.

Yeah, your first kiss with Eddie was actually perfect, nothing like the ones you’d had with other people before. Maybe, because you were finally feeling like yourself, maybe because it was Eddie. Maybe, it was just the combination of everything. Most of all, though, the fact that Eddie liked you just the way you were.

And now you’re trying to remember that, but there’s just this voice inside your head that makes you question everything, and instead of talking to Eddie about it, you’re shutting him out. It’s not fair, you know that, but you don’t want to lay all that heavy stuff on him. You still want to see him smile, want to see him happy, and not being dragged down right along with you. What you don’t realise is that it’s you who makes him happy, and without you… he’s just miserable.

That’s why he’s on his way to you now. Even though you told him that you were busy, he wants to check up on you, the last couple of days leaving him so worried, that he just has to see for himself that you’re alright. But when he takes one look through your bedroom window and sees you curled up on your bed, he knows that you’ve definitely been bullshitting him.

Eddie sighs, cursing himself that he didn’t check up on you sooner, but he’s here now at least. His right hand comes up to rasp against the glass, eyes firmly on you. Your body twitches for a moment before you lift your head, looking over the window, tears clearly clouding your vision a little. When you stare at him a moment too long, he speaks loud enough for you to hear through the closed window.

“Open up, or do you want me to break in?”

That gets you moving. Your feet hit the floor with a thud, the boxers hang low on your waist, the shirt is one you practically nicked from Eddie so you had his smell in your nose. Your hands come up to brush away the tears before you open the window for him to climb inside.

“That’s what you call being busy?” Eddie says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood, but it’s completely lost on you. God, he immediately feels awful for opening his big mouth.

“Sorry,” you simply mumble, turning around, walking back over to your bed to sit down on the edge. While you didn’t want to have Eddie around in the first place, you can’t deny that you’re glad to see him, to be in his presence, because he always makes you feel better.

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m sorry. I was just trying to be funny or something.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up a little bit. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He steps up to you, steps between your legs, reaching out his hand to tilt your face up so he can look at you. But you’re not looking at him, your eyes cast down, suddenly feeling very small.

“I’m okay… it’s nothing.” You shake your head, getting out of his touch, your tongue coming out to wet your lips.

“Don’t bullshit me, please!” Eddie takes a step back again, reaching for the chair to sit down on it, leaving some distance between you, because you’re obviously not comfortable with being this close to him. You usually were, craved his touch even, but right now… “I know that something’s been going on for days, but I thought you’d come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you didn’t. And I’m so fucking worried about you… Please, love, just… talk to me!”

It is the desperation in Eddie’s voice that breaks you heart, makes you look up at him.

“It’s not easy to explain…”

“I’m very patient, you know that.”

“Yeah…” And you do. You do know that he is patient, giving you all the time you need, accepting your limits, when you’re too nervous to take it a step further, even when Eddie is painfully hard in his pants. He always assures you that it’s okay and that he can take care of himself when he’s alone. Because he likes you.

“I’m just… I don’t know. I look in the mirror and don’t really see myself, you know? I see the person I don’t want to be anymore, if that makes sense.” You rub a hand over your face. “The moment my hair gets a little too long, I see that little girl I once was… that I still am. I mean, it’s all still there.” You gesture towards your body, and Eddie slowly understands. He gets up from the chair and kneels down between your legs this time, gently taking your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze.

“You do know that longer hair is also very metal and it’s nothing that indicates femininity, right?” His voice is soft, soothing for your soul, and the smile he gives you, makes you at least a little calmer. Before you can say something, though, Eddie opens his lips again. “But I get that it reminds you of a time long past. I just wish you would have talked to me sooner.”

“It’s not that easy,” you mumble, biting your lip, before you slowly manage to look at him.

“I know, but you don’t have to work through this alone, got it?” He raises your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your palm, before he drops it again. “And just so you know, you’re more of a man than the likes of Jason.” When he notices the expression on your face, he keeps on talking. “I mean it. You’re a better man, most definitely. Come on!”

He gets up, pulling your right along with him, and you nearly topple over, but Eddie catches you.

“What you doing?” You manage to ask, at least not crying anymore, but still sceptical of what Eddie wants to do.

“We’re gonna make you see what I see. You already wearing that…” He gestures towards your chest, which makes you smile and nod. “Good, I thought so. Just wanted to make sure. Then…” He lets go of your hands to walk over to your closet. After some rummaging, he finds the shirt he’s been looking for. Your Hellfire Shirt. The shirt he gave you. Upon your questioning look, he simply says: “I just love seeing this on you!”

And that makes you smile even more. Eddie’s presence is almost enough to make you forget about your troubles, about the dark thoughts looming over you. Eddie walks ahead to the bathroom to give you some privacy to change your shirt. Not that you mind having him around for that, but you still appreciate that he's being so thoughtful right now.

You need a moment, but then you follow him, surprised to see him standing there with scissors in his hand.

“I really don’t know if I like what I’m seeing. Do you know what you’re doing there?”

“Oh come on, don’t you trust me?”

“More than anyone else,” you admit, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“Good.” Eddie leans over to kiss your temple. “Then sit down, we’re gonna cut your hair.”

“Have you done this before?”

“A couple of times. Guess who always cuts Uncle Wayne’s hair?”

“I don’t know if that is reassuring at all…”

“Oh shut up you, or I’ll have to shut you up!”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You feel the tension leave your shoulders more and more when you sit down on the toilet so that Eddie can get to work.

“Ahh there is my y/n!” Eddie’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “Cutting first, kisses after.”

“Okay.”

Eddie works in silence - more or less, he’s humming some tune, but neither of you speaks for a while. You only watch your hair float to the floor as he cuts it off. It’s such an intimate moment and you feel so at ease with him that it shocks you a little bit. His hands are gentle when they brush your skin, and once he is done, he looks at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Ready to look at yourself?”

You hesitate for a moment, because you’ve been avoiding mirrors as much as possible for the last few days, but with Eddie there, you know that you’re safe, that you’ve got someone who will catch you if he has to.

He helps you up and positions you in front of him to look in the mirror. Your hair is a lot shorter than it was before, and while Eddie is right, that the length of your hair is not an indicator for anything, you feel a lot better like this. More like you now, less like the little girl from the photos.

“What do you think?”

“It… looks good!”

“Now, not to toot my own horn or anything, but you look fucking awesome!” Eddie wraps one arm around you to pull you against his chest. “It suits you so well. Oh wait, I nearly forgot!” He lets go of you again immediately and pulls something out of his pocket. With a big smile he places the chain around your neck that has the same plec dangling from it as his own. It’s a matching piece.

“Eds…” you mumble, completely surprised by his gesture.

“Now, don’t start talking about necklaces not fitting your image. Look at me!” He raises your hand and slips one of his rings on your thumb, because they are too big for the other fingers. “Jewellery looks absolutely metal on you. You admire it on me all the time, so… see a bit of that in yourself, okay?” Eddie leans forward to peck your cheek, before he rises to his full height again.

For a moment, you look at your reflection in the mirror, really look at yourself, then at your boyfriend behind you, who’s smiling at you. Slowly you turn around in his arms and before he can say anything, you pull him down towards you so you can kiss his lips. Eddie smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close - and you let him. His hands settle at the small of your back, while your own hands tangle in his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Eddie eventually breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.“I love you, always remember that, alright? I love you just the way you are!” He whispers against your lips, kissing you once more, making the I love you too you wanted to say die on your lips, too lost in the kiss. But he knows it anyway.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 3289 (chapter 19)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

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19. Things are about to change

A loud ringing beside your head forces you to open your heavy eyelids. Your arm hurt like hell, the headache was already forming in your head and that damned phone kept ringing like a demon sent from hell to torture you. Half asleep, you manage to answer it.

"Hello?" you rasp out, surprised by your own voice.

"When the hell were you going to tell me that you were attacked?" Hogarth's voice booms loudly in your ear, making you roll your eyes for a moment.

"I'm alive, Jeri, don't worry."

"We're gonna be in big trouble, you know. You should've called me right after everything. Or called the police, at least. Why did I have to go to the office to see everything wrecked? You have any idea how bad this is for business?" Hogarth kept talking, but you started to not pay attention to her blabbing. She didn't really care, she didn't call you to know how you feel. No.

"We're not in trouble as long as I don't press charges."

"How can you press charges on a man wearing all black and acting like he's a goddamn ninja?" Hogarth asks as if you just said the stupidest thing ever.

So, Benowitz confessed nothing. That bastard didn't wanna risk his career, obviously.

"Listen, it doesn't matter, I quit anyway."

There is a pause. Then Hogarth sighs and asks, "why?"

"Personal reasons. I will come some time to fill the documents and take my things." You say, but Hogarth remains silent. "Jeri, it's been a pleasure to work with you and Linda, truly."

"Y/n, get well." She simply says and hangs up. From a person like Hogarth, that was the most wholehearted conversation.

You drop your phone on the bed, missing Wesley's message and lift yourself up, the burning sensation in your arm intensifies. "Maybe I should see the doctor." You say to yourself and gently tap the tight bandage and notice first aid kit lying next to the doors, indicating that the Devil guy used your tools to patch you up.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. Hurrying, you open them a little and notice a familiar white walking stick and quickly close them, then taking a deep breath, you open them again after a moment.

"Murdock, what a surprise. What brought you here?" You lean on the threshold, still holding the door with your hurt arm, pretending that this sight of Matt wearing a dark button up shirt and a brown coat in front of you didn't make your heart beat a little faster.

"I heard what happened last night." He looks guiltily at the floor for a second, but you doubt what you're seeing, because he always had an odd way of presenting himself. Were all blind people like that? You never really met anyone else except Matt.

"Well, come in, don't want neighbors to hear everything. There's enough gossip already." You say and push the doors open widely, waiting for him to come inside.

Instead of coming in, he pulls a hand that he's been holding behind his back, and you see a bouquet of wildflowers, tied with a blue ribbon. "The owner of the shop told me these were freshly picked." Matt gives you the bouquet, and you feel blush creeping on your cheeks. No one has ever given you wildflowers... Since you broke up with Robert. No one else knew that you still loved them.

"Uh... Thank you... Matt." You clear your throat and close the door behind him. The tapping of his walking stick fills the empty space of your flat, and somehow you find it comforting.

"Where, uh..." He begins, acting awkward all of a sudden, although, he was already feeling like a fish in water, last night gave Matt a chance to explore your space.

"Oh, right, the couch." You guide him to the couch, biting your cheek when the hurt arm gets too much pressure. "Care for a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, please. If it's no bother, of course." He gives you one of the charming smiles and sits down.

"News fly fast, especially when someone gets injured like that. How do you feel?" Matt furrows his eyebrows and slightly tilts his head.

"No, don't worry." You leave the living room and disappear in the kitchen. Matt doesn't dare to say anything, and patiently waits for you to return, secretly getting more acquainted with your flat as yesterday he was in a hurry to take care of you, instead of getting familiar with the place.

"So. Who told you?" You return to the living room with a vase and put the flowers on the table.

"Amazing." You lie, your left hand unconsciously slides on the bandage, pain increasing.

"I don't think anyone feels amazing after they've been shot." Matt says in a disapproving tone.

"Grazed. Not shot. If that dumbass shot me, I would've bled to death until now. Who's your source of information? Foggy? Tell him to check his facts." You say almost angry and Matt feels guilty of what he has caused. If Nelson and Murdock already knew, it was just a question of when Wesley was going to call you, especially since you haven't replied to his message.

"Who's that dumbass?" He asks cautiously.

You hesitate to answer. You could blame the man in the mask, of course he scared the shit out of you, then interfered with your business... And got you out of possible murder of Benowitz... And got you home. All bandaged and stuff... "Didn't see his face." You simply say, hoping that he drops the subject. "I'm sure you're here not to ask me how I feel, yeah?"

"I don't really talk business with someone who's been hurt, especially someone close to me." Matt answers, sensing your previous hesitation. Before you could open your mouth or understand that he just put you in his close people list, the coffee maker starts beeping.

"I'll be right back." You say and disappear in the kitchen again, returning with two steaming cups, trying to gather words for him. Any words.

"How is your arm?" He asks, and you notice that he's sitting closer to you than before.

"It's okay. I think I'll go see a doctor or something. I... Don't trust my own skills."

"You bandaged yourself?"

"Why, yes, of course." You lie through your teeth, Matt Murdock is the last person who should know about the mysterious man in the mask who carried you home. "My father was a cop after all."

"Can I take a look?"

"A look?" You smile but take off your sweater anyway, sitting only in your t-shirt.

"You know what I mean." Matt sighs and stretches his hand out.

You turn, so he could touch your arm better. He lays his fingers on your skin, so softly, so gently. You involuntarily take a deep breath.

"Hm." He hums, tapping and squeezing a little, you almost hiss when he touches the wound. "Seems good, you did a good job on the bandages." He says, not hurrying to take off his hand.

"Since when you're an expert of that field, Murdock?" You huff a laugh, feeling coldness on your skin when he pulls his hand away, letting his fingers slide down to your bent elbow.

"My dad... Uh."

"Battling Jack Murdock, right?" You interfere, without letting him finish.

"Yes. I used to patch him up after the fights."

"Did you have your sight back then?" You ask as discreetly as possible.

"No. But I learned to adapt pretty quickly." Matt uncomfortably puts his hands in his lap.

"I've heard about your father a little. Although I was too young to understand things like boxing matches. I'm sorry." You suddenly feel terrible about bringing the sensitive topic.

"It's okay. So yeah, you did a pretty good job on the arm. But I think you should see a doctor in case of infection. Did you disinfect it?" Matt suddenly asks, catching you right in your web of lies again.

"Yeah, yeah, obviously." You laugh it off, noticing Matt's subtle smirk. "You really think so little of me, Murdock?"

"Wouldn't dare." He nods mysteriously, taking a sip of coffee. You mimic his action and feel relief when the hot drink reaches your throat. It felt like a century since you drank something. Or had a decent meal. Only Benowitz and his case is to blame.

A moment of silence is broken by you, "I quit."

Matt knits his eyebrows yet again and carefully puts his cup on the table. "What?"

"I quit, I'm leaving the firm." It felt good to say it out loud, fully convince yourself about the benefits of your decision, which mostly were not seeing Benowitz again. Or Todd.

"And you're going...where?" Matt finally voices out the question that's been on his mind for the last 24 hours.

"Canada. Probably. Although, I should start looking for a house if I want this plan of mine to work."

"Uh- where? Why... So far?" Matt asks carefully, hoping to not show how much he actually cares, but the stuttering gives him away.

"I just think that I need a change in my life. A big one." You close your eyes for a moment and fail to notice Matt's fallen face. Wheels turn in his head and an argument starts forming.

"You could work with us. That's a pretty big change." He tries to say in a joking form.

"And get fat from all those sweets that you get?"

"I wouldn't know even if you did." He smirks, and you feel a wave of blood rushing through your whole body. Matt hears the change in your heartbeat - that's what you're insecure about? But when did he care about how you looked like? Or anyone else? He didn't. First, he couldn't see, second - even if he did, church told to love everyone the way they were, except if they were criminals.

"Are you always like that, Murdock?" You ask, taking a big gulp of coffee.

"Like what?" He mirrors your action.

"Such a playboy, ladies man, you know? With that charming smirk always plastered on your face, always there to offer a helping hand. A real saint you are."

"Oh, I'm far from being saint, trust me."

"I would doubt about that."

Neither of you say anything else. The whole conversation feels awkward to you now, especially after you called him a ladies man. Matt, however, took that as a compliment.

"So." You say after putting your empty cup on the table and turning towards Matt.

"So?" He parrots.

"Nice flowers. Thank you again."

"No worries." He drops his hand on his thigh and rubs it a couple of times. Your eyes follow his movement and something turns inside your stomach, as if your heart left its place to run a couple of laps.

"Why did you bring them anyway? It's not like my lying in my deathbed." You feel like you can't drop the subject so easily, not after he mysteriously shows up on your doorstep the moment he learns about your accident.

"Y/n, what really happened yesterday in the office?" He avoids the flowers subject, feeling like there's not enough time to create a good lie.

"I... Uh... I was packing my stuff. Then Benowitz called and asked me to come to his office. I did. Then we got into a little argument. And... Some guy came in... He sort of attacked us." You croak, feeling a huge lump in your throat.

"Sort of?" He leans on the couch, fully turning toward you.

"Well, not sort of," you laugh a little, "he told Benowitz to drop the case, then pushed me, attacked Benowitz and then he... Pulled the trigger." You say closing your eyes tightly, trying to remember this version of your lie. Now you'll have to tell this to everyone.

"So that guy hurt you?"

"Yes."

"How-how did he look?" He asks cautiously again, trying to understand why you were lying.

"Like a man who doesn't want to be seen, known. Or heard. I think he's a ninja or something. The man in the mask." You open your eyes and look at him, sitting there crouched, a deep curve on his forehead indicates that he's lost in thought.

"What would you do if you saw him again?"

"What kind of question is that? Run, of course. You don't want to mess with guys like him. Lord knows, he may be a fucking assassin. Maybe we were supposed to die yesterday. Or maybe we'll die today. Especially when today's the case. Good luck on exposing Melissa." You lean forward and tap his forearm twice.

"They called today. The court's next week. Benowitz crapped his pants and said that he's in no condition to participate." Matt says, suddenly remembering what he came to tell you. Sort of.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"How do you imagine me working for you at all?" You suddenly ask.

"It would be a little tight with space, but I think we could manage it. Taking more cases. Earning real money." Matt says in a soft tone, almost daydreaming about this possibility. You happened to be one of the few lawyers left with good morals, and he wanted to have you by your side at any cost.

"My old office is half the size of yours."

"We'll have to share for the time being."

"I don't like distractions when I'm working." You smile.

"That is a problem that I'll be dedicated to solve." Matt is itching to get closer to you, to express his apology through the touch but something stops him from scaring you away again.

You take your phone from the table and notice unread message, quickly typing, 'everything's alright, just a little busy. what about you?'.

"Alright, I won't be disturbing you any more, get some rest, and... We'll be waiting for you in the office. Hopefully." Matt stands up, hesitating slightly.

"We'll see about that, Matt." You answer mysteriously, yet Matt knows that you'll come. What other choice did you have?

***

"You've been wHAT?" Pug yells and you pull your phone away from your ear for a moment.

"It's not a mortal wound, no need to shout, or I might need to visit doctor for the loss of hearing." You say and get comfortable on the couch, pulling up your long socks higher. If your mother saw you dressed in sweater and shorts, she would probably faint.

"Did you go to see the doctor?"

"No..." you drawl, closing your eyes for a moment when you hear a sharp inhale on the other side of the phone.

"If you were here with me, I would already be kicking your ass, shorty."

"Hey! You know what I told you about that nickname, caesar. "

"You know, I'm actually grateful about that, he was the ruler of Roman Empire after all, and you're just... shorter than me." Pug says in a mocking tone, but then returns to his serious self. As serious as he could get. "Are you feeling okay now? And don't lie."

"As for the arm, yes. It's pretty neatly bandaged."

"And if we're not talking about your arm?" Even miles away, Pug saw right through you.

"Honestly, I'm feeling some sort of relief. Everyone was getting on my nerves in that place." You sigh.

"So, where you off to now? LA? Finally visiting me?" Pug says with hope evident in his voice.

"No, I think I'll go to Nelson and Murdock. LA has always been your dream."

"Nelson and Murdock? As in the same Murdock who got you into that big talk with Hogarth?" Pug asks shocked.

"Yeah, the same. He brought me flowers this morning." You blush slightly.

"Oh, exciting! Are you guys a thing now?" Pug teases, smiling like he just won a lottery.

"God, no, don't be riddiculous." You try to laugh it off, unsuccessfully.

"You like him, you really do."

"Pug, please."

"Come on, it was time, you're not getting any younger."

"Gee thanks, we're the same age." You blow a raspberry and take your phone into the other hand.

"So, you didn't tell me who saved you." Pug sips his lukewarm coffee, which he forgot he made after you called. Who could blame him when the news were so... interesting.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen." You say dramatically, waving your good arm in the air.

"This guy calls himself like that? Really?"

"I didn't ask what he likes to be called. People talk. Besides, I think he's a creep." You rub your eyes and hear a low chuckle from Pug.

"You should ask, maybe he saved you on purpose, you're gonna be his princess, or Lady Devil." Pug stands up in his living room, feeling the inspiration flood his body.

"You seriously need to get laid." You deadpan, sitting up as well. "He's a fucking creep, and God knows what other crimes he's commiting, vigilantism is illegal. He's a goddamn criminal already. And I have a feeling that it's not the first time that I get under his radar."

"And you need to get laid too. Preferably with someone who's not hiding under a mask, but in the worst case, he'll be suitable." Pug fires back with a smug smile on his face.

"I seriously don't know how we became friends."

"Best friends, shorty, don't forget I saved your ass when boring-Robby tried to get you back." Pug announces this as if it was a record-book-worthy achievement.

"Yeah, yeah, it was a genius idea to pretend we're a couple. Your hand was sweating, which reminds me -have you checked that with a doctor yet?" You mock his previous words, teasing him with the most awkward college experience.

"Yeah, right back at you, Lady Devil." Pug laughs awkwardly.

"Shut up." You laugh wholeheartedly, possibly for the first time in weeks. "Oh, speaking of the devils, my dad told me that he gave Robert my contacts."

"When did that happen?" Pug sits straight, rather surprised by the turn of events.

"I don't know, like a week ago. Or two. I'm dreading the moment he decides to visit."

"And you're telling me just now? I can't even express my disappointment, y/n."

"I know, Pug, I was busy. Besides, he's running for Sheriff's office or something like that."

"That guy? The same guy who looked like he was the biggest physics lover in the whole world?" Pug's voice goes an octave higher.

"How many Roberts do you know? Of course him. I'm honestly not surprised, my dad was his idol after all."

"Do I need to come to Hell's Kitchen to pretend to be your boyfriend again?" Pug starts his usual blabbing, "you know, we could say that we're engaged now."

"Jesus, Pug, pull yourself together. I... might have a backup plan myself. But I seriously doubt that he'll try to get back with me again." You lie back down, crossing your legs on the coffee table.

"Is your backup plan called Murdock by any chance?" Pug teases again.

"No, I might have another one."

"Now, seriously, how dare you not tell me everything the instant stuff happens? Are you having an affair with someone AND Murdock? Is it that devil guy?"

"No, leave Murdock out of this, we just kissed once, there's another guy, and I think I owe him a second date." You feel like you can't stop the words coming from your mouth, and before you realize that you've told Pug the thing you wanted to take to your grave with you, a gasp on the other side of the phone reaches your ears.

"You've kissed and he brought you flowers?! Please tell me you got laid with him."

"Why would I do that?" You ask in disbelief, already regretting this phone call.

"How did he kiss you? Was it simple or was he like a starving man? Or did you kiss him first? Y/n was it only a peck? You-"

You quickly end the phone call, feeling overwhelmed by the avalanche of questions and grab the pack of cigarettes from your table. Your landlady would probably beat you up if she saw you smoking inside, but now, you couldn't care less. Your phone lights up after a minute with Pug's message, 'that was the ultimate dick move, I'll get that information from you, one way or another.'

Letting out a chuckle, you blow out a smoke, turning on the TV to watch the news.

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Hahaha! You're going all in, huh? Thanks for the interest! Fanfic Ask Game! I'll save the snippet for last so it can live after a cut! 💖 What do you like most about your own writing? Answered this one but since you asked, only fair to answer again! Let's see, another thing... I love when my stories have good set-up and pay-off. Bevin and I love to joke that my favourite word is consequences - it's so satisfying when you get to see little seeds grow into something bigger, or something from earlier on be recontextualized into something new! Timber sure is Sunset's new best friend :D

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on? Currently, Empathy for the Devil, since it's the most recently released and Bevin and I worked the hardest on it. But that answer's probably gonna change when we start releasing The Ex Files, so I guess whatever's most recent! 🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? Also answered, but again, only fair to give you a different answer! Someone else I'd love to write for is probably Pinkie. She's so fun and great when I've written her as a non-perspective character, I'm real excited to write in her POV! 📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing? Scene vs. summary! I actually tend towards a lot of scene, but don't summarize spans of time very often I've also been working on subtlety in my show vs tell. I'm trying to play around with language more since it didn't really come naturally to me as much as dialogue did! 🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic? Answered, but I bet I've got another one! Perfectionism. Sometimes, that's with the prose itself. Now, it's just being satisfied with the number of hours I get to spend writing per week. It's still a ton, but I have to fight the perfectionism demon who lives in my basement. He's a nasty one 💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done? I do! I was researching little things just this morning! The deepest dive has maybe been reading actual research papers on brain chemistry cross-referenced with the Greek forms of love. Ironically, what the characters techno-babble about in that story (which also involved mechanical engineering) is way less researched than the thematic stuff! The Ex Files is gonna be a really fun time! 💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? Aww, I like this question! It's actually a tough one because I usually end up writing my headcanons into stories, so it's tough not to give away too many spoilers. Here's a small one: Sunset came out to see Timber sometime after Empathy. They hung out and had a besties weekend watching too many sitcoms, and ended up bonding over a really embarrassing one from like the 80s. It's their show now. 🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing is what it was.

“He thinks he’s so great,” Sunset grumbled into her punch, “...just because he kind of is. What an asshole.”

“Is he actually? You think he’s secretly a big dumb jerkface?”

“No,” Sunset sighed, disappointed. She had her arms folded save for the cup of punch in her left hand. “I’ve been scoping him out ever since camp. I know he’s clear of Equestrian magic and all, but I wanted to see if he was really as good as he seems for Twilight. And the fucker’s as big of a dork as he seems. Who’s like that? Drives me nuts.”

“You too?” Flash slapped his chest. “Oh wow, I thought it was just me! I’ve been getting weird vibes off that guy since we met him!”

More specifically, since canoeing lessons out on the lake when Timber’s shirt got wet and he pulled the sopping wet fabric off revealing a pristine six pack. Worthy of a fitness magazine, probably even better than what Flash had… once. Flash couldn’t stop staring the whole time they were out on the water, and it made Timber’s whole Charming, Able to Socialize With Everyone All the Time Super Easily routine that much more aggravating.

Sunset really looked at him as if she hadn’t quite noticed there was anything in the room except Timber Spruce. “Dude, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously! I hate that guy!”

Sunset lit up. “He’s the worst!”

They clinked their plastic cups together.

“Oh my god, okay, I’m not crazy here! I hate Timber and his stupid, perfect, handsome⁠—”

“What?”

Sunset stared at him, interested all of the sudden. More so than she’d been in a long time. He didn’t entirely feel like he was in on the joke, and he was almost nervous the longer she looked him over. She smiled that halfway smile of hers. “I missed you, dude.”

“Missed you, too.” He nudged her shoulder with his drink hand. He didn’t want that to sound like a come on, because it wasn’t, so he said the dumbest thing that came to mind (which also happened to be the first). “Good for you, moving on. Kind of, I guess. I didn’t know you had a thing for Twilight.”

Sunset’s eyes seized open and she shoved her hand over his mouth, shuffling the both of them over to the side of the room, landing them in front of the buffet table with all the fancy stuff his mom set out. She threw a glance over her shoulder and then shushed him again for good measure. “Dude! Not so loud!”

“O-oh! Okay, yeah, sorry,” he came down to her vocal level, and her height, caught up in her conspiracy. “It’s just. Seems kind of obvious. You know, with the whole⁠—” He would have gestured to all of her, but that wasn’t accurate. Just difficult to make a hand gesture to the numbered going on countless little nervous tics that Sunset once had around him that she’d been rocking around Twilight now. So he gestured to all of her. “Thing you do.”

That was unfair, and he knew it. Could have been twenty different things, especially to anybody not in the know. He just had insider information.

“Yeah? Well, nobody else knows, okay? And I’m trying really hard to keep it that way.” While checking her back to see if anybody would overhead, Sunset got distracted with Twilight laughing nervously across the room and Timber swinging an arm over her shoulders. She grimaced. “She’s happy. And she worked really hard to get there. She deserves it. They both do, I guess, so I don’t want to be the one to ruin that.”

“Uh-huh, of course.” Flash’s eyebrows lifted. “But, it’s killing you not to go Old Sunset on their asses, huh?”

Sunset scrubbed her eyes and muffled a moan that mimicked a sob in her the palms of her hands.

He clapped her shoulder and picked up a plate of pre-cut cake to offer out to her. “I think this one is chocolate.”

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