#and i told everyone that the partys over and shooed them away and i had mammon take off his bunny outfit . ehem

[strniohoeee]

Can you do like more big reader things? Like we need more big reader stories! 😔

Look At Yourself

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X plus size/chubby Female Reader

Synopsis: After going to a party with Chris, Y/N’s feelings are hurt, and there’s nothing like a bathroom pep talk that won’t fix it all!👥

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTT. I’m not a Chris girl, so idk why I be giving it my all when it comes to smut for him. I haven’t posted in 6 days, so I had to eat this one up. Hope you enjoyyyy

Song for the imagine: Objects in the Mirror- Mac Miller

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Someone like you is so hard to find

You can open up your eyes, or you can walk in blind

All I ask is that you hurry, I won’t hurt you

Don’t your worry

“You, me, music and drinks….sounds like the best time ever” Chris replied brushing his hands through my hair

“That does sound like lots of fun” I say looking over my shoulder at him

“Atta girl” he said tapping my chin with a closed fist

“Are Nick and Matt going?” I asked as I folded the laundry

“Of course they are” he said helping me fold

“Oh perfect so when you ditch me I’ll have them” I said looking at him again

“What? Me ditch you? Never” he said raising his brow at me

“Mmm I don’t know Chris….you tend to wander off and leave me stranded” I said

“Okay that was like one time” he said scoffing

“Mmm more like three times” I said giggling

“Whatever. I mean if you plan on wearing that black dress I bought you I won’t leave your side. Your ass looks so good in it” he said biting his lip

“You creep” I said throwing a shirt at his face

“HEY” he yelled throwing himself over the laundry basket to tackle me

“Chrisss get off” I said laughing

“NEVERRRR” he yelled holding me down

“STOPPP” I yelled giggling as he kissed all over my face

“I can’t my love for you is too strong” he said kissing my face aggressively

“Well put the love away” I said pushing him back

“Fine fine” he said backing off and pulling me up with him

“I love you so much” he said winking at me

“I love you more” I said tapping his nose with my finger

“Go get ready I’ll finish the laundry” he said

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“Yes babe I’m sure” he said shooing me

“Okay thank you baby” I said kissing him and hopping off the bed

I had spent the next two hours getting ready, and now it was time to get dressed. A moment I was dreading. Chris had got me this beautiful black silky dress a while back, and I never wore it. One day he went snooping through our closet and found it again, and began begging me to wear it. I finally gave in and said I’d wear it at the next event we would go to.

I didn’t expect an event to pop up so soon, and wish I bit my tongue making that promise. Don't get me wrong the dress was stunning, but since getting it for me I put on a little more weight, and I wasn’t happy with the way it hung to certain parts of my body.

Chris worshiped my body every damn day, and he never made me feel less than what I am. However that didn’t change how I felt about myself in my head. I mean I always knew I was a bigger girl, but when Chris started dating me his “fans” made sure I knew I was a bigger girl.

I mean I was very comfortable in my own skin and loved myself, but I often had those days of wishing I looked different, and not understanding how Chris picked me out of everyone else. He always told me that he didn’t care about what I looked like on the outside, and that it only mattered what was on the inside. But some days it was hard to believe that narrative.

“Babe, do I have to wear the dress?” I asked looking at Chris

“That was the promise wasn’t it?” He said sliding his shirt on

“I mean yeah, but I don’t know” I said looking over at the dress hanging up

“Don’t know about what?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean it’s just….Ive put on weight since you got me that dress” I said looking at him

“So?” He said tilting his head at me

“Well it just hangs on to too much, and I feel fat” I said chewing my bottom lip

“Hey what did I tell you about using that word? What does it matter if you put on more weight? We’re in a happy relationship, and plus it means I feed my girl good” he said winking at me

“Yeah a bit too good” I said putting my hands on my hips

“Listen, you look beautiful no matter what. And that dress does not make you look fat okay? But if you don’t want to wear it then that’s okay too” he said coming up to me and placing his hands on my cheeks

“You know what I’ll put it on, and if I feel ugly in it then I’ll wear something else” I replied to him

“That works for me gorgeous” he said pecking my lips

I slid the dress on, and looked in the mirror. I mean it did indeed snatch me in more, but it just accentuated too much of my stomach region, and I wasn’t too happy about it.

I walked out to show Chris and his eyes lit up

“Damn baby that shit looks even better now” he said walking over to me

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better” I said rolling my eyes

“I don’t lie, you know this. You look jaw dropping, show stopping I mean you look so good” he said walking around me

“I’ll wear it Chris” I said looking at him

“If you don’t want to you don’t have to” he said hugging me from behind

“No I’m going to face my fears and wear it” I said nodding my head

“That’s my girl” he said gripping my ass and kissing my shoulder

We had all headed out to the party. To be honest I wasn’t even sure what the party was for, but Chris seemed excited about it.

When we arrived we all made our rounds saying hi to everyone, and Nick and Matt eventually broke off to hang with different people. I stood with Chris

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked me

“Yeah I am. It’s good to get out and dress up” I said looking over at him

“We should do this more often” he said bumping my shoulder with his own

“Mmm maybe” I said laughing

“Oh come on it’s fun” he said glancing at me

“It’s just so formal is all” I said referring to everyone dressed like it was a business party

“Ehh true, maybe we should do more house parties” he said

“That would be fun” I said nodding at him

“It would” he replied

“Hey I’m going to get a drink, want one?” I asked him standing up

“Uh yeah sure” he said looking up at me

“Let me guess…a Pepsi?” I said scratching my chin

“You know me so well” he said winking at me

I rolled my eyes playfully and walked away. Walking across the venue to the bar. The bartender was pretty busy, so I just looked around waving to some people I knew and having quick conversations with those passing by me.

“Good evening, what could I get for you?” The bartender asked over the music

“Hi! May I have a Pepsi and a Amaretto sour please” I said sliding my ID to him

“Sure thing” he said glancing at my ID and sliding it back to me

As I waited I turned around waving at Matt who was just a few feet away. When I looked back the bartender was handing me my drinks.

“Here you go ma’am” he said sticking two straws in them and sliding the drinks to me

“Thank you! How much?” I asked him opening my wallet

“Oh it’s an open bar” he said laughing

“Oh cool” I said nodding at him and smiling

I grabbed the drinks and headed back to our table. I was shocked to see a bunch of Chris' friends sitting with him. They were all laughing and I slowly slid in next to Chris handing him his drink

“Thank you babe” he said looking at me

I nodded and took a sip of my drink listening in on their convos as I looked at them.

“Are you drinking?” One of them asked me

“Uh yeah” I said laughing

“I mean should you be drinking?” Another one asked

“I’m 21, so legally I can” I said laughing

“Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean you should” the other one replied

“I’m sorry? What do you mean” I said furrowing my eyebrows

“Well, aren't you pregnant?” He asked pointing at me

“What? No, who said that?” I replied

“Oh well you just got a little bigger since the last time I saw you, so I assumed Chris knocked you up” he said laughing

“What? That’s such an asshole thing to say” I replied

“I mean not really….I guess you’re just fat” he said laughing

“Yo? What the fuck man. Are you okay in the head? Who do you think you are insulting my girl? You should know better than to ever say shit about a woman’s weight” Chris said looking at him

“I’m sorry man she just looked pregnant” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Whatever” I said sternly and slammed my cup down

I grabbed my stuff and stood up

“Babe don’t go” Chris said

“No it’s fine” I said looking back at him

I walked away from the table and found Matt and Nick near the bar, so I walked over to them.

“Y/N” Nick said smiling at me

“Hey guys” I said

“Where’s Chris?” Matt asked

“Oh he’s catching up with some friends and I didn’t want to be a bother” I said nodding

“Ahhh got it” Matt replied

I was talking to them for a total of 10 minutes before Chris came up to us.

“There you are” he said smiling at me

“Left your friends?” I said smiling at him

“Yeah a while ago….they uhh were getting on my nerves” he said looking down at me

“Yeah I wasn’t the fondest of them” I replied

“Me neither” he said wrapping his arm over my shoulder

“Say want to step out real quick?” He asked me

“Umm yeah sure” I said looking up at him

We waved bye to Matt and Nick and walked out of the venue

“Listen don’t even think about what those assholes said” Chris replied stopping us

“I mean how can I not? Pregnant? Chris do you know how big I have to look for others to think I’m expecting” I said scoffing

“They’re just assholes who have childish minds. I promise you you do not look pregnant” he said grabbing my hands

“Chris yes I do okay. Stop lying to my face. I’m fat and ugly and you just feel pity towards me” I said rolling my eyes

“STOP IT OKAY! Stop telling me HOW I feel….that's not how I feel” he said gripping my hands harder

“You’re just being nice” I said looking away

Chris scoffed and let go of one hand. He looked around and spotted a restroom. He dragged me behind him as he stomped to the bathroom

“Why are we in here” I said finally pushing him off of him

“You’re not listening to me. I love you for you. I do not care what your body looks like, and I’m sick of you telling me how I feel because it’s wrong” he said looking at me

“Chris, how can you not care? I’m so much bigger than you and your friends are pointing it out too” I said getting annoyed

“Those aren’t my friends. Anywho who makes fun of any woman, especially my woman about their body, is no friend of mine.” He stated

“Whatever” I said stepping away from him

Chris grabbed me and walked towards the mirror

“Look at yourself” he said standing behind me

“No” I said looking away

“God dammit Y/N I said look at yourself” he said sternly grabbing my head and forcing me to look at my reflection

“You know what I see when I look at you?” He asked

“A disgusting sloppy loser” I said with a straight face

“NO. I see a beautiful intelligent woman who cares about everyone else but herself….a woman who’s so kind to others but says the most vile things about herself. You only have one body and one life to live. Stop wasting it by hating your own skin” he said shaking his head

“Chris, it's hard, okay. To constantly be reminded that I’ll never be thin and perfect like all those other girls. You’ll never know what it’s like to look in the mirror and wonder why you picked me” I said shaking my head

“Who cares about those other girls? I care about what’s in front of me, and what’s in front of me is you” he said looking at me with sad eyes

All I could do was shut my eyes and let a shaky breath out

“You’re so beautiful, and it kills me that you can’t see it” he said

Chris moved my hair over my shoulder and began to lay kisses on my left shoulder. Slow open mouth kisses causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

With his left hand he slid the strap down moving his kisses up to my neck and behind my ear

“Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned out tilting my head to the right side

“Shhh” he said running his left hand up my waist

He moved to my right shoulder and began kissing up my neck causing me to bite my bottom lip.

“We…we shouldn’t be doing this” I stuttered out

“Says who” he replied against my skin

“We could get caught” I moaned out

“Well then we better make it fast” he replied with a smirk

Chris’ hands went up my waist and to my breast squeezing them through the silk fabric

“Fuck Chris” I panted out letting my head fall back on his shoulders

“Shhh pretty girl I got you” he said kissing my ear

Chris slid the tight fabric up my body exposing my lower half

“Christopher we shouldn’t” I said grabbing his hands

“But we are” he said pushing my hands away

He ran his hands along my breasts squeezing as he kissed and sucked on my neck. His hands slowly grazing down my torso to my stomach.

“No” I said grabbing his hands and snapping my eyes open to look in the mirror

“No?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean no not here, but yes” I said breathing heavily

“I think here is perfect, so you can look at yourself in the mirror” he replied licking his lips

“I’m not doing that” I said

“You’re going to look at yourself in the mirror, and watch me finger you giving you exactly what you want. Pulling an orgasm from you like it’s nothing. You’re going to watch your knees go walk as you fall over making a mess in my hand…got it?” He said whispering into my ear causing me to shudder

“Yes yes” I panted out

“Now look at yourself” he replied

I looked at myself in the mirror. Flat against Chris' chest as he stands taller than me. His left hand wrapped across my chest to keep me back as his right hand traveled along the skin of my stomach chasing goosebumps to form.

“Now you have to stay quiet” he said ghosting his right hand in my panty line

“Okay” I moaned out looking into his eyes to rough the mirror

Chris slowly slid his hand into my underwear cupping my cunt. My knees immediately buckling under me

“So soon?” He teased pulling me back tighter and all I could do was moan in response

He slid his middle finger down to my entrance picking up my arousal and sliding his finger back up to my clit

“Mmm so wet for me already?” He replied in a whisper

“Shut up” I said getting embarrassed

“Don’t get shy on me sweet girl” he said smirking

He brought his ring finger down, and with both his middle and ring finger he began to slowly rub my clit. Spreading my arousal around as I moaned out his name

“Feeling good baby?” He asked

“Very good” I said as my chest rose and fell rapidly

He brought his hand back out of my underwear and brought his two fingers to my mouth

“Suck” he said, and I did swirling my tongue around his finger and he removed them from my mouth

“Such a dirty mouth” he said into my ear before placing a kiss to my temple

He brought those same fingers back down to my pussy, and slowly slid his fingers into my entrance. Earning a long moan from me. The stretch of his fingers making me melt like ice cream in his hands

“I know it’s been a while, I’ve been neglecting my baby” he said kissing my cheek as he looked at me in the mirror

“Chris please don’t stop” I moaned out looking at him

He smiled and began to mercilessly pound his fingers in and out of me. All that could be heard was my shallow breathing and the wet sounds coming from my sopping cunt.

“Soo wet for me…you’re such a dirty girl” he said as he he curved his fingers hitting my G spot

“FUCK” I moaned out as my knees buckled again

“Remember you have to stay quiet” he said holding me up again

“I’m sorry” I said weakly as my mouth hung open

His fingers fucking into me at such a rapid rate his palm was hitting my clit in such a delicious way, and the sounds coming from my wet cunt we’re making me even more wet.

“Making such a mess for me, and I fucking love it” he said in a gruff tone

“Chrisss” I moaned in a high pitch tone

Chris switched between rubbing my clit and fingering me at a fast pace bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

My head fell forward as my jaw fell slack. I hadn’t realized I was drooling on Chris till he spoke

“Look at yourself pretty” he cooed

I lifted my head back and saw the string of saliva connect from my mouth to his arm as I locked eyes with him in the mirror

“Wow…my fingers have you this dumb you’re drooling all over me?” He said as his fingers moved faster

“Shit shitttt” I moaned out as I clenched down on his fingers

“You gonna cum?” He asked pouting at me through the mirror

“Please Chris…please I need it” I said

“On one condition” he said biting his lip

“Yes please god yes…what is it” I said moaning

“You have to say I am beautiful and I am loved” he said

“Chris no” I whined out

“Then no organs for you” he replied slowing down

“NO NO PLEASE, okay fine” I say moaned out batting my lashes at him

“Well then go on” he said picking the pace up again

“I am beautiful and I am loved” I said looking at myself in the mirror

“There we go” he said kissing my cheek

Chris began to rub my clit with his thumb as his fingers pounded into me

“IM GONNA CUM FUCKKK” I moaned out as I began to shake against his chest

“Come on baby you got this” he said kissing the back of my head

“Chris Chris I’m cumming” I moaned out

My thighs began to shake as my knees gave out causing Chris to hold me up. My jaw fell slack as we held eye contact in the mirror as my orgasm washed over me.

“Oh my god” I moaned out repeatedly as I came all over his fingers

He helped me ride out my high before removing his hand from my underwear. I slowly regained my balance and slid my dress down leaning onto the sink counter for support. Chris licked his fingers clean as he watched me in the mirror

“Sooo good” he moaned out

“Fuck Chris” I said still trying to catch my breath

“I told you baby you’re the only girl for me, and watching you shake and cum all over my fingers gets me going” he said smacking my ass

“I’m sorry Chris” I said standing up

“There’s no reason to be sorry. I need you to see how perfect you are and stop comparing yourself to others” he said washing his hands

“I will…thank you Chris I love you” I replied

“I love you too baby” he said drying his hands

He pulled me in for a hug and when we separated he kissed me for what felt like forever.

“I say we Uber home and finish what we started before Nick and Matt figure out we left” he said winking at me

“Okay” I said biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl

We headed home, and really took care of business. I don’t even think Nick and Matt realized we left them behind….

The End

Yallll I’m sorry for being gone for 6 days LMAOO, but now that the holiday season is over it’s time for me to get to work on these stories!😋 I love yall so much and hope you enjoyed this one!🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #chris sturniolo x reader smut #christ sturniolo smut #Christopher Sturniolo smut #Christopher Sturniolo X reader smut #smut

[hearts4golbach]

could you write something about reader and johnnie related to the line 'he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts' from the song yummy? ty 💕💕

Tease.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: use of ma, baby, mama, love, babe, slut, cheating, rough sex, unprotected sex (please use protection lol), overstimulation, implied hair pulling.

third person.

Johnnie had never thought of you as anything more than his best friend. maybe he had thought about you late at night, biting his tongue so as not to wake up jake in the room over, but never past that. he had always shooed away the thought, anyway.

ever since his past girlfriend, he had refused to ever think of another person romantically. although, he had acknowledged from time to time how funny, kind, and beautiful you were. he admired you in a friend way, he told himself.

although, whenever you had posted a selfie laying in your bed in the cutest outfit he had ever seen, it made him rethink your relationship.

he thought about the way your face lit up brighter than the sun when you saw him and the way your hand would purposefully graze him every chance you got. how could he be so oblivious? he began to think as his feelings for you grew.

you never seemed to mention other guys until you did. it was late at night whenever you had walked into johnnies room and asked him for advice. you wanted to know how to respond to a flirty text some random guy on instagram had sent, you explained. You thought he was cute and lived just a city over. this infuriated johnnie, as his feelings had been brewing for about 3 months now.

it didn't help that he got to see you every day, not that he was complaining, but it was torture. he frequently thought of you in your booty shorts and oversized band t-shirt early in the morning, making breakfast. or the slutty dresses youd wear to parties every other weekend. dont even get him started on the rhinestone belts you incorporated into every outfit. you had one in every different color, and he believed it was the cutest thing, your little addiction to them. it became too much to bear, and he frequently considered pouring his heart out to you. but he never did. things were going well with the other guy, and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

first person.

"Why are we even hanging all of this up? everyone is gonna be too drunk to notice, anyway." i complained, my arms beginning to ache as i held the decorations of choice to the wall while johnnie pinned them.

he shrugged, his eyes trailing down my body as i stretched. "cause were cool."

"i guess," i sighed, "im so worried, the guy I've been talking to is coming tonight." truth was, i could give a fuck less about that guy. yeah, he was sweet, but he wasn't johnnie. he wasn't anywhere close to being as prefect as johnnie was.

i looked into his eyes, praying he would beg me to uninvite him and be his, but that didn't happen. "Don't be, you'll be good," he responded nonchalantly before turning away to go put up valuables in the house that could be broken.

i stared at him for a moment before turning around and tending to my own work.

"Do you think this dress is okay?" i asked frantically.

"y/n, people are about to start showing up, and you're still trying to get dressed -" johnnie began to scold as he turned around.

his face flushed as he admired me in the dress. his eyes hesitated, staring at the slit in the dress that revealed my thigh and how the cut of the dress complimented my cleavage. he stayed silent.

"...so?" i asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"yeah, its whatever. its good." he brushed me off, going to unlock the door.

i hated how much he acted like he didn't care. i rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to put my shoes on. even though it was my own house, i didn't want anyone looking at my feet, of course. i put on my comfiest pair of heels and went to grab the drinks from the kitchen. i organized them on the table, setting out the plastic cups. i felt an arm wrap around my waist as a presence moved next to me.

"hey, its good to see you." the guy from instagram whispered in my ear. i leaned into his touch, ignoring the growing ache in my heart. "you look stunning."

"Thank you," i smile, "it's good to see you, too." This was only the second time we had ever seen each other in person.

i heard johnnie laughing behind me, presumably speaking to jake. i glanced behind me to see him leaning on the counter. he looked at me at the exact same time. He held his breath as his eyes ran over every part of me before turning his attention back to jake.

i sighed, "you wanna go dance?" i asked, hoping he'd say yes and hoping johnnie would hate it.

his eyes shined with lust, "Of course."

i grabbed his hand and dragged him into the other room, making sure we were still in johnnies vision. the guys hands moved to my hips immediately, pulling me onto him. my eye twitched with anger. i hoped it would work. i hoped and prayed johnnie would give in and make me his, so i had a reason to end this situationship. distractions weren't working anymore.

i kept my eyes on johnnie as he turned to watch. his eyebrows scrunched together whenever he saw the way i was pressed into the guy. his hand gripped the cup tighter, his knuckles turning white. i held eye contact the whole time, my gaze never leaving his as our movements became more sexual.

johnnie turned back to jake, saying something before setting his cup down and walking over to me. "can i steal you for a second?"

"Sure, bro," the guy said, taking his hands off of me and letting me walk away with johnnie.

"what, johnnie?" i groan, "im just trying to have fun."

he pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us and locked it. "what the fuck do you think youre doing?"

"what do you mean?" my heart raced.

"You know exactly what you're doing." he whispered in my ear, his pale arms snaked around me and grabbed my hips. "You've been teasing me for so long."

he pulled me closer. i pressed my hands against his chest. "really? what makes you say that?" i taunted.

"Those tiny jean shorts you wear around the house. you never wear them out, so i know they're for me. and those studded belts you always wear that somehow make your body even sexier than it already is." his hands slid down my thighs and pulled up my dress. it bunched around my waist as he squeezed my ass. "you really think i dont notice all the slutty little things you do?"

i bit my lip, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. "i was hoping you did. ive wanted you for so long."

"me too, mama." he replied before crashing his lips onto mine.

the kiss was rough and needy. he pressed me against the wall, his hands dragging up my body to my tits. he squeezed and pawed at them, not bothering to be gentle. i let out a soft moan on his lips. i felt him grow harder through his jeans as he pressed into me. i began to pull off of his shirt, immediately returning to the kiss as it landed on the floor. he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. our teeth occasionally clashed as we tried to take as much of each other as possible.

he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before bringing me to the bed. he tossed me down on my back before crawling on top of me. his mouth found the soft spot on my neck, biting and sucking until dark hickeys covered my neck and chest. he pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my bare chest.

he hummed, "god, you're so beautiful." he murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled over the bud, sucking gently. i moaned and arched my back, grinding onto his buldge.

"fuck, johnnie, let me have you." i pleaded, beginning to unbuckle his pants.

"Yes, ma'am." he complied, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. his hard dick sprung out of his jeans.

i hissed, "shit."

johnnie slipped his middle and ring finger in my mouth. "Spit, baby." i did as he told, licking his fingers before spitting on them. my gaze never left his. i watched as lust overtook his eyes. "Good girl."

he rubbed my spit on his cock, wincing slightly as the friction. his slender fingers slipped through the lace strap of my underwear, pulling them down. i choked out curses as the cold air hit my pussy.

"god, youre fucking soaked." he smriked, "youre going to do so good for me, ma."

he gripped my hips, aligning his tip with my entrance before slowly sliding his cock inside of me. my mouth fell ajar as a soft moan escaped my lips. he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. my walls squeezed his cock, sending shivers through my body.

"fuck," he choked out, "are you okay?" he checked, running his hand over my cheek and pulling on my bottom lip.

i nodded quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist. his fingers intertwined with mine, putting one hand above my head. his other stayed on my hip, gripping so tightly i figured there'd be bruises in the morning. he began to thrust slowly, taking his time with me.

"I've wanted to feel you for so long," he muttered on my lips before kissing me softly. "god, youre so perfect. do you think you can take me, babe?"

i hesitated before nodding. "yes, oh my- please."

he moved his hand, so he had a firm hold on my hips. speeding up his pace, he whispered sweet nothings under his breath. "That's it, baby." his hand flew to my clit, rubbing circles.

my back arched slightly as i threw my head back. he took that to his advantage, his cock driving further into me. "Oh, shit." i moaned, placing my hand on his chest. "johnnie, i-i can't.."

"Yes, you can, love. i believe in you." his eyebrows furrowed. "im not done with you, yet."

i nodded, letting pleasure take over my body. moans and curses flowed out of my mouth. his pace was relentless. my mind was fuzzy, and i couldn't form any words besides his name. i moaned his name loud, forgetting other people could hear.

"you arent worried about your little boyfriend hearing you?" he chuckled in between pants, "youre such a slut, i love it."

"only you," i repeated, "only for you."

"That's my girl," he slammed my g-spot over and over as a knot began to form in my stomach. "youre mine."

i nodded eagerly, "'m gonna cum, baby."

"Me too, where do you want me?" he asked breathlessly. his thrusts became sloppy.

"inside. im on the pill," i moaned out, louder than i was expecting.

"i fucking love you." his raspy voice responded. "cum with me, mama."

his thumb met my clit again as my walls milked his cock, taking every last drop of his cum inside. my orgasm took over my body, making me go limp.

he kissed my forehead. "god, you're amazing," he flipped me over so i was bending over the bed, "give me one more."

all i could do was nod as i was still recovering from my previous orgasm. without warning, he was inside of me again, his quick pace never faltering.

my moans became high-pitched. the overstimulation was a mix of pain and pleasure. his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my head down into the bed as he hit a different angle inside of me. his other hand gripped my ass as low whimpers slipped from his lips.

"fuck, i love you so much." his sweet words contradicting his actions. i tried to say it back, but it came out unintelligible. he stopped thrusting, balls deep inside of me. "use your words, baby."

"fuck, i love you." i grinded my ass into his hips, "i love you so much."

his cock began to drill into me again as i felt the knot in my stomach tighten again. "You close?" i moaned out in agreement. "Me too,"

my second orgasm hit me like a truck at the same time his did. johnnie collapsed onto the bed next to me. "we'll go shower when everyone leaves." he said breathlessly. i nodded in agreement. i laid my head on his chest and knocked the fuck out.

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[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

A/N: I’m so happy y’all like the first part it’s insane!!! I have so many plans for this fic tbh hehe I have so much ready already but I want to finish tutor as well which only has a few parts left but asshhhhhh thank you guys for all the praise on part one you have no idea how much it means to me!!!

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“You’re joking.” Emma says. I just stare at her. “No fucking way. Matt Sturniolo took care of you while you were drunk! A total stranger!” She smiles. “That’s a scoop!”

“Yeah, it’ll get you something big.” I nod.

“Not me, you. Too humanitarian for my writings. But you, with your do good and help the planet and its people look on life…. An article about the most ruthless and powerful man taking care of a helpless stranger while she’s intoxicated! That’ll get you something big!”

I smile at her. “I’ll have to get to writing it fast. Kyler doesn’t like old news. I’ll need it out by tonight for it to be any good to him.”

Kyler is our boss, the editor of our newspaper. Even though it’s a small newspaper outlet, our boss is a hardass, and I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t fired me already.

~

I set the stapled sheets of the freshly printed article on Kyler’s desk.

“What is this?” He asks without even looking up at me.

“It’s my article. Matt Sturniolo has a soft spot.” I bite my lip and Kyler looks up at me, seemingly intrigued.

“Matt Sturniolo?” He asks. I nod and he picks up the article, quickly reading and flipping through it. I had made sure to not mention it was me that Matt had taken care of, and made it seem like another person had told me about it. “Where did you get this?”

“Anonymous source.” I reply. Kyler nods and hands it back to me. “Send it to print and have it on a middle column that’s free.” He looks back at his computer and I take the article and quickly leave.

I smile to myself as I take the article to print. I tell the guys exactly what Kyler told me to tell them and they nod, taking the article from me and shooing me away.

I go back to my desk and sit down, not able to wipe the smile off my face. I look over my computer and see Emma, on the phone with someone I assume is another person she’s crossed when writing an article about them after they slept together.

Not long before the end of the day, Kyler comes out of his office for the debrief. Everyone tells him their scoops and he gives them the yes or no. Then it comes to me.

“Do you think you can talk to that anonymous source again?” He asks me.

I hesitate but Emma answers for me. “She definitely can!”

“Good. I want confirmation on the rumors that Matt Sturniolo is the head of the Mafia in New York. Can you get it to me?”

“She sure can!” Emma answers for me again.

“Get me confirmation in a month. I want updates and articles until then.” Kyler demands. He then surveys the room before leaving back to his office.

“A month? How am I supposed to get that information in a month?” I ask Emma.

“Well, you have his number don’t you?” She tells me.

I sigh. “I guess.”

“You guess?! Use the number! Call him! He’ll do it now!”

“Really?”

“If you don’t get that article in within a month, Kyler will fire you!”

I sigh again and pull out my phone and the card Matt had given me. I dial the number and put it on speaker for Emma to hear.

“Hello?” The other end says.

“Hi, is this Matt? We met at the party, you took me to the hotel room when I was too drunk to stand?”

“Dollface, I’ve been waiting for your call.” Matt says and my stomach flips in circles. “Did you change your mind?”

I laugh softly before saying “I guess you can say that.”

“Meet me tonight at 7, at the hotel.”

“Alright.”

“Bye dollface.” He says before hanging up.

“Dude, that was so booty-call-esque.” Emma says and laughs. “I thought you weren’t a hook up type?”

“I not. But I need this story.”

“I know. I’ll help you.”

“Help me?”

“You’re going into my territory. You’re sleeping with people for information.”

“Not people, just Matt. And who know is he’ll even tell me anything.”

“Oh he won’t tell you anything. You have to pick things up on your own.”

“What?” I laugh.

“Like if he takes a call after sex, what he says, who’s in the other end. Or if he says he has a meeting, ask who with. And keep hooking up with him. The more you hookup, the more he’ll be willing to share with you.”

I take a deep breath. “I can do this. I can hook up.” I tell myself.

The truth is I don’t think I can just hook up. The only guy I’ve ever been with and had sex with was my high school boyfriend, who cheated on me and made me feel like I wasn’t good enough half the time we were together.

“You got this.” Emma says

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[gay-wh0re-slut]

HIHIHI I LOVELLVELOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

can i request rhea x reader fluff where the reader’s social battery runs out while they’re out somewhere and they start clinging onto rhea and she honestly doesn’t mind??

thank you sm and again I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM

hey so sorry about the delay :/ it’s been a lil over a month since you sent this in but i’ve had no motivation to write lately BUT this is so cute i couldn’t resist so thank you. i hope you like it :)

My Girl

rhea x reader

content: going to a wwe party with your hot buff goth gf but it got overwhelming towards the end but she comforts you just right bc she’s perfect in every way possible obviously

You and Rhea had been invited to the WW-Extravaganza. A yearly party for everyone to bring their significant others and show them off while they learn the ins and outs of the upcoming year. It was usually in October or November when no other holidays were happening.

Rhea couldn’t wait to take you. You hadn’t been able to go in the past because of work or family but you were finally able to this year. Though you had met almost everyone in the company, she was still excited to show you off.

She could tell you were a bit nervous as you were getting ready but she calmed you down easily, she was always so good at that.

You were in the middle of your makeup when this wave of anxiety hit you. You were shaking and trying to not to cry in hope of not ruining your makeup. You didn’t want to worry her so you kept quiet. When she walked past you at your vanity, she could immediately tell something was off, she was always good at that too.

“You know everyone there and there will be good food and drinks, and I’ll be right next to you the whole time, no need to worry,” she said holding you tightly from behind.

You took a deep breath as your nerves calmed underneath her. As she kissed the top of your head, you kissed her bicep.

“Plus you’ll be the hottest one there so,” she giggled.

“Look who’s talking,” you snap back.

“Can you blame me?” she posed behind you flexing her arms, devilishly smirking in the mirror as you looked at her.

You laughed shooing her away, “don’t get me going! I have to finish!”

“Okay, okay!” as she winked and walked to the living room.

The time came and went and the two of you were mingling throughout the crowd of muscular people and their significant others. Rhea immediately found Dom and the boys and as you talked with their wives about random things.

“So glad you could make it this year, it’s always so fun!” they said. “It’s so good to see you,” they ogled at your outfit and makeup as you glanced over to your girlfriend. She gave you an ‘I told you so’ look as you scrunched your nose at her before going back to the conversation.

It was maybe about an hour or so of talking with other wrestlers and making your rounds as Rhea’s girlfriend, holding her arm for comfort.

“Alright everyone please take your seats!” a booming voice said.

Shuffling around everyone found their way to their respective tables that had fancy name cards and decorations to represent the factions or groups of people. So of course, The Judgment Day’s center piece was purple and black with a scale and feathers. Where they found the scale was a question of its own but it was definitely a good choice.

Triple H talked while food was being served about how the year would go. Like what days the PLE’s would be, when specialty guests were coming, and other things of that nature. He wasn’t up there for long though but he did try to crack a few jokes.

“Now, please enjoy the food!” he walked off the stage, that had a makeshift ring, as everyone clapped.

“(Y/N)! I’m so happy you’re here,” Dom said.

“Me too! I’ve heard so many fun stories from the previous years,” you took a sip of your complimentary wine.

“And now you can make yer own,” Finn added.

“We’re gonna dominate in the games, don’t worry,” Damian tacked on.

“Yeah, last year Damage Control won almost all of them but we have you now,” Dom nudged you smiling.

You laughed, “I can’t wait!”

A familiar tattooed hand found its way to your bouncing leg and calmed it immediately. Rhea gave you a soft smile before going back to her food.

You talked and ate then played the games. There were games like: Pin the Belt on the Wrestler, Ring Pong, and Trivia and other wrestling inspired games strewn around the room. And just like Damian said, you and The Judgment Day brought home the gold, well, a silver plastic trophy that had a dumbbell statue on it with ‘Winner!’ engraved on the plaque.

“Hell yeah!” the australian yelled double high-fiving her boys. “You’re our good luck charm, baby!” she gave you a kiss as she dipped you back while the boys cheered.

Once the games were over everyone went back to talking and mingling. Some people left, but most stayed.

Your mind became tired and your body felt drained, you wanted to go home. It was already later than you wanted to stay out. It’s not like you weren’t having a good time but you realized quickly that your social battery was very low. You didn’t want to bother your girlfriend because you knew how much fun she was having. So you decided to keep quiet and try your best to stay involved.

You held Rhea’s arm, then switched to her hand, then back to her arm. When you were sitting, you laid your head on her shoulder, and rested your hand on her thigh. You did all this trying to stay attentive and in the conversations. You followed her around like a shadow the rest of the night.

“You okay baby?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, just a bit tired is all,” you gave her a small smile.

“I noticed you’ve been attached to me for a bit, you sure?” she cups your jaw for a moment.

“I’m sure, just a little partied out,” you sigh, “but don’t worry I’m fine…really.”

“We can leave whenever you want,” she reassured you.

“No, I’m okay. I don’t want to stop you from having fun…” you took a deep breath before realizing it didn’t sound like you were having a good time so you added, “I am having fun too though, promise.”

“No, I know you. You’ve ran out, we can go, it’s okay. We’ve finished everyth-” she started.

“Baby,” you squeezed her arms, “I promise I’m good.”

She looked at you long and hard with her icy blue eyes, “okay,” she exhaled. “It’s late anyway, I was thinking about leaving soon, if that’s okay?”

“Perfectly fine, my love, whenever you want,” you raised yourself on your toes to kiss her before thumping back down.

“I love you so much. I’m so happy you’re here,” she smiled.

“Me too.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio #damian priest #finn balor #the judgment day

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Happy Birthday Wally: Actor Wally x Stage hand one off

Do not tag clown bee cause they don’t want to be tagged in written fan art but for everyone else to se HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLOWN AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE WHO HAS BIRTHDAY TODAY 🎂 make sure to keep you eyes out for random birthday cakes

🍎Today was just another day for Wally. Drive to the stage area. Park his car in his private spot. Head on in to go to his dressing room and get a team to do his makeup. He actually forgot it was his birthday because the week had been so busy. They had been making a Mother’s Day post and talking about moms on the show and people who we see as moms. It was exhausting to Wally. He never really talks about his mother. Though he loves her a lot. He just gets so busy with work that he barely has time to contact family. He heads to the stage shooing away the makeup artists who finished with him so he can go to wardrobe. He notices you and his fellow cast mates whispering but is whisked away to be in todays outfit.

🎬 You were talking with the cast the other day and they told you about Wally’s birthday. Barnaby told you how busy they all been lately and how Wally may have forgotten. So you all got together and formed the Wally Birthday 🎂 surprise group. Poppy would bake the cake. Howdy would get the supplies and Sally would decorate. Since those three weren’t in this weeks episode. They really wanted to help out. So you tell them to bring everything to the dressing room on Wally’s birthday and while everyone is filming the show , they set up for the surprise party. You watch Wally walk by and wait for him to leave the dressing and as soon as he left , the party set up started!

🍎 Wally exits the dressing rooms and sees that Howdy , Poppy, and Sally walk away. He just assumes they going to go chill at the food court area since they weren’t in todays episode. He watches you run around seeming to do even more extra stuff. He wonders what you are doing but he does the episode. Barnaby was talking about his chicken mother. Julie was talking about her oldest sister who she sees as a mom. Frank talked about how his mother used to put bandages on his knee when he fell and Eddie talked about how his mother made the best biscuits he ever had. Wally talks about his mother with the others as they record the show. Not knowing what was happening behind the scenes. Soon enough. They finished filming and everyone packed up. His friends left him like they ran. He was confused . But he heads to wardrobe to get in his regular clothes.

🎬You hush everyone. Making sure they have their gifts in their hands for Wally knowing he would be coming in. The door slowly opens and in comes Wally. You all yell , “SURPRISE !!! Happy Birthday Wally!!!” Confetti flew at him and his face looked shocked. Poppy showed a cake that had his face on it. 🎂 He was so shocked . Everyone hand their gifts and gave him hugs and sang happy birthday and he just smiles tearing up. You hand him your gift last. He opens it and it was a picture of all of them when you first started working together with them. “Thank you (y/n). And thank you for the birthday party,” he says which surprises you. He guessed right it was you. “I got one last gift for you Wally,” you say and give him a cheek kiss finally showing you like him . “Happy birthday Wally,” you say after it and his face turns bright red but he just sighs happily looking at you. “Thank you (y/n) ,” he holds your arm after was swooning over you . Best birthday ever

Ta Da. Some little fluff for my darling. Happy birthday to Clown and everyone else who has a birthday this month!!!!!

Wally tags: @akilaporu001

#welcome home #welcome home fandom #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally x y/n #wally x reader

[kiyosamu]

Dewy grass & cigarettes.

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Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort. Past arguments & resolving them. Long term friendship, playful banter.

Synopsis: Suna finds you partying right after the two of you just had a friendship ending argument.

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The music booms through the house, vibrating against the wall behind you. You close your eyes and focus on each beat. It’s almost like it lines up with your heartbeat, and you feel it through your body. You grin to yourself, leaning back into the wall and sighing.

“You good?” Suna’s voice startles you and you glare at him with a bloodshot gaze.

“Clearly not.” Suna scoffs, crouching lower and looking into your eyes. “You’re fucked up on something. What’d you take?”

“None of your business.” You mumble, shooing him away. It really wasn’t any of his business. You’d pretty much parted ways in every fashion a few days prior. He had no right to express any concern over your actions anymore.

“Why? Because I told you the truth?” He rolls his eyes and you can practically feel the cruel condescension in his tone. “Get over it.”

“Why are you coming up to me just to be rude?” You look away, but his hand gently takes your chin, turning you back to face him.

“If honesty is rude, so be it.” Suna’s stern expression remains as he continues. “Why are you even here? This party is moronic and packed full of complete idiots.”

“So you think I’m a moronic idiot?” You ask and cross your arms.

“Well, yeah. Everyone here is.”

Your blood starts to boil and all maturity flies out the window. “Yet here you are. So you’re an idiot too.”

“Mm, fair point. Though, if I hadn't come, you'd probably be partying your life away and not even have thought about me or how to fix our broken friendship.” Suna responds with an irritating amount of maturity in his tone.

“And how can I do that, hm? You pretty much told me to get lost, so why would I be moping around alone when I can find new friends?” You start to yell - and whether it’s the drugs, your feelings, or the smoke in the air, your eyes are starting to water.

“Let me remind you, then. I asked you not to tell me all of your problems because I'm not capable of handling your emotional burden. I'm not your therapist, and I couldn’t be if I tried. I'm your friend. Yet you still try to tell me everything.” Suna sighs, looking away for a moment. “I know, you have no one else. And neither do I, so I put up with it. But you're getting mad at me for caring too much for you, and then get mad when I don't care enough. Make up your damn mind.”

Says the guy who was constantly begging for you to tell him what’s wrong, even though you insisted that you were okay.

“Fuck off, Rin.” You mutter.

“That’s it?” Suna laughs, “I say one thing that upsets you and I just get ‘fuck off, Rintaro’ in response? Typical you.”

You start to turn around and walk away.

“You're acting like a petulant child. You've been doing shit like this to me so much that I'm not even surprised anymore.” Suna continues with his brutal honesty, yet follows you as you walk outside.

A few minutes after you’ve cooled off, you lay back in the dewy midnight grass. The sounds of the house party fade in the back of your mind as you try to find the headspace you were in before such a rude interruption.

“Hey.” The grass squishes down next to you as you feel a familiar presence sit his rude ass down. “Look. I'm sorry. I went a bit too far. I get frustrated, though, when you just blow up at me when I try to help you with your problems. I still want to care for you and make sure you're doing fine. Is that wrong?”

“You are so fucking confusing. You want me to tell you my problems, then when I do, you get all weird and say that you’re not my therapist and don’t want to absorb my emotional trauma or whatever.” You groan, “Which is it?!”

“I don’t know. I said I’m sorry, okay? We’re both a bit fucked up, I guess. I want to help you. And then when you tell me what’s up, it reminds me of some of my own shit and then I realize I can’t really handle it all at once.” Suna runs his hand through his hair, “Does that make sense?”

“No. But you are right. We are both fucked up.” You sigh, “Me, especially. I don’t know what I even took tonight but I’m high as shit.”

Suna snorts with laughter. “Wanna go back inside?”

“Hell no.” You grin, “I kinda wanna just stay in this grass. I could fall asleep here.”

“We’re leaving, then. I’ll take you home. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you melt away into this nasty grass. It might feel good, but you don’t see what I’m seeing. It’s a graveyard of beer cans and cigarette butts surrounding you.” He smirks, “Probably a bunch of spiders, too.”

You jolt up at the mention of spiders and Suna helps you stand, smiling as he looks down at you.

“Why are you taking me home?” You ask as the two of you make his way to his car.

“It’s what friends do.” He raises an eyebrow, “They make sure they get home safely.”

“Oh, so we’re friends again?” You huff.

“No, I absolutely hate you.” Suna chuckles softly. “Of course we're friends, dummy. You really are fucked out of your mind if you thought otherwise.”

You get into his car and buckle up. “I’m pretty sure I thought that because I declared our friendship over after our argument. And then you called me an idiotic moron.”

“Yeah, you are an idiotic moron. You're my little idiot, though, so I'll still take care of you.” Suna smirks at you and turns his head to the road as he shifts his car into drive. “Your declaration means nothing. Our friendship will be over when I decide that, and that will never happen. So get used to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

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[cloudcountry]

meet him halfway

Genre/Tropes: Unestablished relationship. No notable ones!!

Summary: Kalim catches onto Jamil's little crush on you (it's more than that) and Jamil denies it because there's no way the two of you could ever end together (even though you want to.)

Author's Comments: This is loosely based on the song "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules. I stared with the intention of Kalim being more insistent (and taking the role of the muses) but then it turned into this.

~~~~~

“Are you packing extra food for the Prefect again?”

Jamil winced at the loud voice as Kalim popped up over his shoulder, watching as he chopped up the meat he was using for Kalim’s lunch.

“No. And don’t say again, I never have. They can feed themselves.” he hissed, brow furrowing as he continued chopping.

“Aww, okay. You just always end up giving them the second box so I thought-”

“I make one for myself, too. Don’t think too much of it.” he said, “I’m only required to make your meals. I do not do such things for the Prefect.”

“Really? Because I thought you liked them!” Kalim responded.

WHAT?

Jamil jumped, whirling around to face him. He couldn’t wipe the annoyed glare off his face as Kalim blinked at him innocently.

How did he figure it out?!

“It’s nothing like that.” he sighed, shaking his head, “I have to make lunch for myself, you know. It has nothing to do with them.”

“Are you sure?” Kalim asked, looking very puzzled, “Because you smile a lot when you talk to them and they’re always in the kitchen with you during our parties instead of hanging out with everyone else. They’ve even told me about how you taught them to cook stuff from our home- Mmph!”

Jamil placed a hand over Kalim’s mouth, effectively cutting off his train of thought. This was bad. If Kalim knew about his feelings for you, there was no telling who else knew. If that annoying octopus from Octavinelle figured it out Jamil would be in a world of trouble.

How irritating.

“Don’t say such senseless things.” he hissed, releasing Kalim, “I have no feelings for the Prefect whatsoever. Has anyone else been talking about this baseless rumor?”

“No…I just thought you might like someone.” Kalim pouted, “I got excited because I like the Prefect and I wanted an excuse to throw parties for them-”

“Well, I don’t. Now go away. I won’t get your lunch prepared at this point.” Jamil shooed him away, knowing full well he would have had his lunch ready regardless.

“Okay! But I invited them over, so if you want to say hi you can!” Kalim beamed, scurrying out of the kitchen before Jamil could yell at him.

Was he serious?! Ugh, now he had to deal with you too.

Jamil rolled his eyes before getting back to work, hoping he could finish his duties before you arrived. If he could get Kalim his lunch and make sure he had all his things and walk Kalim to his class and then get to his without running into you, it would be the ideal morning.

With the way he talked about you, one would think he hated you.

That conclusion would be better than thinking he liked you.

He sped up his pace, not missing a beat as he finished up the two lunchboxes (one of which was totally for him. Giving it to you didn’t even cross his mind, because why in the world would he do that?)

“Jamil?” you called his name, opening the door to the kitchen, “Are you in here?”

“Yes.” he responded, mentally kicking himself for letting you know where he was even though it’d be suspicious to hide from you.

“Hey!” you caught his gaze, beaming as you shut the door behind you, “Is Kalim giving you trouble again? I can get his stuff together for you.”

“It’s fine. I can handle it.” he shot you a smile, hoping that would be enough to end the conversation.

It was you, though. Of course you kept talking.

“Of course you can. I just don’t want to get too stressed out.” you sighed, sounding upset that he hadn’t let you help.

“...If you could help walk Kalim to his next class, that would be a big help.” he mumbled, turning his head towards you for the first time since you came in.

Your face was so happy, the smile on your lips brighter than the overhead lights of the kitchen. Jamil swallowed thickly, face warming at the sight of you.

Pretty.

“Of course I can! I’ll make sure he gets there safe and sound, so you can count on me!” you cheered.

Jamil sighed again, stacking the two boxes. At least this way, both you and Kalim would be out of his hair shortly. He’d be able to fulfill his duties of watching Kalim and get to his class without a headache today because of you.

Besides, it’s not like he wanted to walk around with Kalim.

“Here, take these. They’re for Kalim’s lunch.” Jamil shoved the boxes into your hands, turning away quickly.

“Thank you! I’ll tell him that you’re almost ready to go!” you tucked the boxes into your chest like they were precious gems before exiting the kitchen.

He breathed a sigh of relief, resting against the counter. He didn’t have time for you or your smiles or laughs. He had a duty to Kalim, and he just partially gave that up to get away from you. He wasn’t in his right mind right now at all. Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose at the feelings swarming around in his chest.

Whatever these feelings were, he couldn’t act on them. He was in no position to devote himself to another when his entire life was to be spent in service of Kalim.

It would be unfair to you to expect you to take his hand if he could only extend it halfway.

(Unbeknownst to him, you’d always been trying to meet him halfway.)

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper angst

[itsgrimeytime]

I Told You Now (Part Two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

Part 1

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: I've Told You Now by Sam Smith or "But what the hell, why do you think I come 'round here on my free will? Wasting all my precious time... Oh, the truth spills out and oh I...I've told you now."

Summary: You were in love with Rick, not that he knew. You weren't sure you were ever going to tell him. What could you say, you loved the kids and didn't want to lose them too. It was too risky. But finding out he was chasing after some married woman was just the last straw.

TWs: avoidance, a little bit of crying, not really unrequited love, and a teeny-tiny bit of angst (with a happy ending).

[[A/N: The song hits, totally worth this little two-parter. A happy ending!!! Finally. Enjoy :)) ]]

You were avoiding him, as long as you physically could.

Which was apparently a long time. A month, maybe. You weren't keeping count.

You aren't sure how it spread, but suddenly, everyone was a buffer. Maggie had started it, offering to take Judith to you from Rick, and it had just spiraled. He couldn't get a foot in front of your house, someone was always in the way -even Daryl had leaned up against your porch once, shaking his head. Rick had been particularly disheartened that time.

You saw him throughout Alexandria, sometimes watching him out of your window -even as he tried to come talk to you.

Since then, he seemed to be rougher around the edges. Blue eyes heavy with hair messy and hardly wearing his uniform anymore. Sometimes, if you paid enough attention, you could see the bags under his eyes get heavier. You wondered if he had been sleeping, and had asked Maggie. She didn't know, but the two of you could gather the truth.

Never with Jessie. You'd never seen him with Jessie. Not since that day, you weren't sure exactly why.

Was he afraid that it'd hurt your feelings? He'd already done that, why be afraid to now?

You weren't even sure what he wanted to say to you. Sorry? That was too much work just to apologize. He'd been trying since about a week after your confession, every day since then. Had he truly just wanted to apologize?

If not that, then what?

You really had no idea.

"Are you ready?" Maggie asked, poking her head through your front door.

You pursed your lips, straightening your shirt in the mirror ever-so-slightly, "Why is she doing this again?"

She being Deanna. She'd been trying to throw dinners where the whole community came for... togetherness, or something. This had been the first time everyone agreed to it. The divide was exhausting, and everyone wanted to try something new.

You weren't exactly pumped, to say the least.

Rick was going to be there, and while you had been adjusting to his absence, you weren't handling it well. You still loved him as much as you did a month ago, it hadn't stopped. You thought it would've stopped by now-

Then again, something lasting years wasn't just going to vanish in a month, was it?

"You know why," Maggie replied, watching you shift a few things about your appearance, "-she's been drillin' it into our heads for months."

That she had.

"Yeah, yeah," you agreed, making your way to her side, "-let's just get this over with."

That led you to here, as you sipped on a drink and leaned against a wall. It was a little like you were in college and had come to a party without any of your friends. Except you were surrounded by friends.

Carol had even come up to you a few minutes ago, holding your shoulders and looking at you the way she always did now (something a little like pity), "You alright?"

You had shooed her away, telling her to enjoy the dinner, that you were fine-

And you were. Kinda.

You kept feeling his eyes on you, just watching you -maybe waiting for you to make a move. Or maybe he was just looking to look. Maybe, your mind treacherously thought, he missed you.

You swallowed the rest of your drink at that thought. Silencing your mind, that's enough.

Placing your glass on the table just to your left, you peered along the crowd. Everyone was mingling, groups pinched off and chattering. You weren't sure what about, maybe just their experiences within the apocalypse? It was surely depressing though, so-

Maggie had initially told you to stick by her side, but she and Glenn were too much; cute, really, but not helpful to your situation. You had the spare thought to join Daryl, he was in his own little corner, but you thought it best to leave him be. Everybody needed their alone time, especially him.

So, with that thought, you left your glass on the table and decided to head home. You debated telling Maggie that you were, but the crowd that separated the two of you was not worth it. You thought you saw Deanna in the mix somewhere, and you really did not want to deal with her right now.

You slipped out of the door in silence.

You hadn't really thought that he would see you duck out, that he might be inclined to follow you. You should have.

The night was chilly, sunsetting, eerily quiet, and you suddenly had the thought you were the first to leave. You wouldn't be surprised, to be fair; you were there for about an hour after the actual dinner. Socializing was the main point of it all, why would anyone leave early?

Whatever, there was always the next one.

You slowly made your way down the stairs, feet padding along the wood and then down onto the road; you weren't in a rush. In fact, the street was kind of peaceful when silent, and the sunset really was beautiful. Made you feel a little like you weren't in the apocalypse, despite the low groans you could hear outside the fence. You stopped for a second to see it, the pinks and oranges dusting along the sky.

Then, there was a creak like the wood of a porch step under someone's feet.

You let out a heavy breath, of course.

You weren't scared then, somehow. It made your chest hurt, yeah, but you'd expected it eventually. You couldn't avoid him forever.

"Hey, Rick," you spoke into the chilly air, not moving or turning to face him.

It seemed to startle him -you heard the footsteps stop in their place for a moment. You crossed your legs then, sitting on the street -watching the sunset with a renewed focus.

You knew your clothes were getting dirty, but somehow, you had laundry. And you were kind of used to dirty clothes, it made you feel a little less alien here. It had been a while since you got here, but you still felt... odd. Out of place.

Now, though, as you sat and watched the sky, you felt at home. Human.

You heard his footsteps start up again -his slow gait ringing familiar in your head, all the way up until he was right beside you. Wordlessly, he sat down.

His woodsy smell was the first thing you noted, seeping into your nose -there was something in you that felt like you could never forget it. And then you just felt his presence, he sat close enough that you could feel his body heat -your elbows would bump if your hands weren't sat in your lap. Finally, you felt his eyes bore into your side -flicking back and forth from you to the sky.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

Rick seemed to think about it for a second, and you felt like his eyes were still on you, "Yeah, it is."

"Makes me feel human again," you responded, honestly, "-I used to wait to watch the sunrise some nights. Makes me feel like I'm there again."

His eyes moved to the sky then, and out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him. He was wearing a white button-up, the first few undone and his hair wasn't as messy. You mindlessly wondered if he'd made an effort for the dinner, or maybe he'd just... gotten over it all.

A string of your heart snapped at the thought, stinging your chest.

"When I was a kid," he suddenly started, words low and mumbly (but maybe it was just the accent), "-used to go out on my roof when I couldn't sleep, watch the sunrise. Momma 'ated me for it."

You laughed a little, and almost immediately his eyes were back on you -scattering along the side of your face. It felt like your heart was in your throat, and if you hadn't confessed already, you felt like you might've done it then.

"What do you want to say?" you asked, heavy, and curious. It felt right to say it.

"What?" he questioned, "-To you?"

"Yeah," you inhaled a breath, turning to him -you'd forgotten what it had felt like to hold his eye contact, "-you keep coming back. That... That can't be as simple as an apology."

Rick hummed, seemingly taking you in a moment.

"Unless," you recanted -a little overwhelmed at the attention, "-it was. I guess I don't know."

He took your words in stride, eyes glazing back over onto the sky. Yours followed them, tracing over the wispy clouds -the colors were fading to darkness, and it wouldn't be long until it was over.

"'S been a shitty month," he finally said.

You laughed a little, and you could see his lips quirked up out of the corner of your eye. You had missed him, a lot. Why couldn't you be friends again?

"God, Rick, I'm in fucking love with you!"

Right. Your heart twisted in your chest -you mindlessly put a hand over it like you were protecting it somehow. You felt Rick's eyes follow the motion.

"Ya mind if we talk inside? 'Think we got some company."

Your eyes trailed back to the house, Deanna's, and sure enough, Daryl sat outside -leaning against the wall. Maggie was looking out the window, unabashedly; you had the thought that she had sent Daryl to check it out.

Daryl looked at you then, offering.

You shook your head, mouthing silently, 'I'm okay'.

He didn't wait a moment, turning back into the house -nursing a drink close to his chest. Rick watched the movement just as you did, Maggie's green eyes still blinking at you -intently, a little like she was trying to read you.

You turned back to the sky, Daryl would tell her.

"Yeah," you answered, finally -taking a long, deep breath, "-we can do that."

You'd decided your house, it was closer than his and he seemed to want you to be comfortable. You weren't sure you could be around him, not now, but the thought was nice. As soon as you slipped into the door, you pulled your shoes off -placing them by the door.

"Shoes off," you insisted.

Rick mindlessly followed the instruction, laughing a little as he slipped off his boots, "'S a little bossy, ain't it?"

You rolled your eyes, a smile biting at your lips, "You mop my floor and then we'll talk, Grimes."

Leisurely walking through your house, you made your way to the living room -a bit routinely. You'd liked having a house, but it was kind of empty. Lonely. All the houses had two floors, extra bedrooms, and it was just... you. The Grimes's household felt much nicer, rooms filled and smiling faces.

You liked being there. You missed it.

Without hesitating, you threw yourself onto the couch -landing in your typical spot. None of the other seats were really used, it made something in your chest twist.

Rick followed, sitting beside you, but leaving enough room for you to turn sideways -leaning against the arm. The pillow was even in the right spot, you guessed he could tell it was your favorite spot. Anyone could really.

Even still, he was smiling at you (practically lying down) in a way you'd never seen before. Something new. Your curiosity bit your tongue, but you refused to ask; he had enough to say, you figured a look, a smile, didn't matter.

"Ya comfortable?" He chuckled -a little teasingly.

"This is my own home," you replied -playfully, "-I'll sit however I want, Grimes."

He threw his hands up into a mock surrender, pushing himself to lay the same way -he sat up enough to still look at you.

It kinda warmed your heart to see someone else, Rick especially, on the other side of the couch. He mirrored your own stance, and something in you believed that to be special, very special.

He was still smiling at you in that same way, it made you almost furrow your eyebrows. You couldn't read it, and that was something you really weren't used to. You could usually tell by the twitch of his nose if he was upset, you'd just... known him. But this, you'd never seen this before.

You opened your mouth to ask, but Rick beat you to it.

"'S really comfortable," he mumbled, "-I'll give it to ya."

"Thank you," you cheered with a smile of your own.

You could almost imagine that it was before, and your confession hadn't happened. Just you and Rick. This moment would have been a quiet one, maybe after Judith went down for a nap. That was usually when you and Rick spent the most time together, tiny little moments in his home. But, it wasn't one of those and you knew that.

You were looking up at the ceiling -eyes smoothing across the blank space, distracting yourself, "Rick?"

He hummed in response.

"Why are you here?"

There was a silence then, and you felt him shift. You peeked over at him and saw him fully sat up -facing you, and closer than before. Something in you said to follow the movement so you did. You were sure if you hadn't, he would've asked you to.

Something about this was very serious. Or at least he thought so.

He sighed, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with them. You'd seen the habit a few times, rarely though, and you wondered why exactly he was doing it now.

"'S been a really shitty month," he repeated, a little with a laugh -something in you said it wasn't a joke.

You paused, debating your words -looking at him, and deciding on a little whisper, "Yeah, I know."

He looked up at that, blue eyes matching yours. A little like he hadn't expected it. Like maybe he thought you were doing well, healing. He couldn't have been more wrong, and something in you wanted to tell him that. That you had missed him like a limb, that you still loved him so much, that you were probably never going to get over him. No matter how hard you tried.

Your lips stayed sealed shut.

"'Ve had a lotta time to think," he murmured, eyes back onto his hands, "-ever since your... ever since ya told me."

Your eyes remained on him, patiently. Something in you itched to stop his fidgeting -pull his hands apart (maybe intertwine them), you resisted it.

"It... It started wit' an apology," he explained, now looking at you -eyes scanning along your face, "-it really did. I felt like shit for doin' 'at to you. An' I still do. I just..."

Your eyes darted between his -his eyes intense and focused like he wanted you to listen. So, you did.

"I thought I could talk to ya, when I dropped off Judith, tell ya then-" he ran a hand through his hair, "-but Maggie came to get 'er. And I thought maybe ya just needed a lil' time."

You nearly apologized because of the look in his eyes -the desperation. How long had he felt like that? Guilt twisted in your stomach.

"I gave ya a week," he continued, "-'Thought I could try now, maybe you'd wanna listen. But then..."

He looked at you.

"Well, ya already know."

You did. It spilled out before you could stop it.

"I'm sorry," you blurted, "-about all of them. I never... They just started doing it, and I... I didn't stop them-"

Your words fell short, as his hand went to hold yours -a small little embrace of comfort.

"Ya don't 'ave to do 'at," he breathed, something settling in his eyes (they kept darting to your held hands), "-you were hurtin'. I get it, really."

He seemed a little guilty, maybe about your feelings. He didn't have to be, it wasn't his fault. You were in love with him, how could he control that? You almost told him that, but he started talking again before you could.

"The longer I went without ya," he swallowed, eyes hesitant on yours, "-the more... the more I was thinkin'. Feelin'."

You wanted to soothe him, guilt creeping up your skin but it wasn't the time.

"I was tryna to understand it. Maybe, see where I had somehow missed that you... See the signs, I guess. Instead, I-" he bit his lip, "-I started just missin' ya."

His eyes were dusted with tears now, and your heart felt heavy in your chest. You still loved him, and you didn't want him to cry-

"I didn't kno' the extent, until," he looked down, wiping at his eyes, "-until time kept passin' by. I kept not seein' ya, and it just kept gettin' worse-"

You squeezed his hand once, solidly. He seemed to falter at that, like he'd forgotten; his thumb thoughtfully rubbed against your skin.

"You gotta believe me when I say-" he looked at you -straight in the eyes, "-it felt like a piece of me was gone. I felt like... like somethin' in me was missin'."

Your eyes were starting to get blurry.

"I didn't realize how much I was... used to ya," he swallowed, sniffling, "-and it just felt like this big, empty space. I kept lookin' at the couch, where you sat, and it just... it wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be empty."

"Rick," you whispered out -he didn't listen.

"And the more I thought about it, the more I..." he let out a breath, tears rolling down his cheeks, "-the more I realized I wanted ya there."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry, but you could feel the spill of tears from your eyes. Slow little trickle down your cheek.

"Y/N, I-" he started, a little desperately, "-I realized somethin' in 'at month."

You almost asked what, but he cut you off.

"I love you," he echoed out -a little like he didn't expect a response, "-I can't... I can't tell ya when it started or why I didn't realize it, but I-"

You felt a sob rack through your throat, something new lighting up your chest -you knew what that look was now. God, you knew what that look was now.

"-When I was sittin' there, by myself. I just kept thinkin' 'bout you. When I met ya, when you met Carl, when you met Judith, seein' you with 'em, you in my house like ya belonged there, you do is the thing, you do."

"Rick," it bubbled up your throat, as you tried to wipe at your eyes.

Instead, he used his free hand, thumb rubbing back and forth -holding your face like you were something so precious. Were you? Precious to him?

He was looking at you that way again, "I'm just a fuckin' dumbass, and didn't realize it then."

You laughed a little then, it was a little weepy but Rick didn't seem to mind. He smiled big and bright at the noise like it was all he ever wanted to hear.

He paused for a moment, before getting more serious, "I kno' it's been a month, an' you've been tryin' to get over me. But I..."

You watched him for a moment, waiting.

"I hope you 'aven't," he finished, "-I really hope ya 'aven't because now 'at I've realized it. There's nothing more I want in my life-"

You couldn't help it then, moving your hands to cup his face -slight stubble making your palms tingle, "I haven't, I haven't. I tried, but it just... It wouldn't go away, no matter how hard I tried-"

He didn't let you finish your thought, practically leaping forward to connect his lips to yours. You were stunned for a second, before pushing forward -pressing your fingertips into his skin. It was a little salty, and a little desperate, but it was right. Everything felt right.

Something in your chest mended, healed, right then and there. As he kissed you like he needed it, like he'd been waiting forever, you felt a piece of yourself slot back into place.

You pulled back, taking a deep breath through your lungs (that kinda sounded a little like a sob), and smiling. You felt like you'd never smiled as big as you had then.

"I love you too," you expressed, fingertips still holding him, cradling him.

Rick only grinned brighter, letting out a sigh of relief -you felt your heart quicken in your chest, "Thank god."

You laughed fully then, eyes not leaving his -a twinkle shined in his, something new, something happy. You wanted to learn them all now, know him totally and completely.

You kissed a few more times before Rick seemed to be happy with it -quick presses of the lips. It made you giggle, and that would make him kiss you again. It felt neverending but you didn't mind.

He pulled back though, your hands falling from his face -instead, he placed his palm against your cheek, and you leaned into it. Smiling, he just looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And you thought for a spare moment maybe you were.

Pretty quickly, you settled into his side -arm coming to wrap around you. His fingertips danced along your upper arm, as you nestled your head into his shoulder -as close as possible. You had a hand laid on his chest, and you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat under his skin; it made your head a little woozy.

"Wanna know somethin'?" He hummed, and you could feel the timber in his chest.

"Hmm?" You responded, eyes heavy from just being near him, being so warm.

"Carl said he was gonna kick my ass if I didn't tell ya soon," he revealed -a telling smile in his tone.

You laughed, a little in disbelief, "Really?"

"Yeah," he ran his fingers leisurely along your back, "-kid knew before I did. 'Just think, Dad.' And everyday 'at went by he kept lookin' at me like a disappointed momma. I could actually see a lil' of her in 'im-"

You laughed even louder, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt (not enough to get them undone).

"Threatened to tell ya 'imself if I didn't," he mumbled out, a little low in tone like he didn't want to break the feeling of this moment.

"Oh," you yawned, "-I believe him. You raised one hell of a kid, Grimes."

You could feel him look down at you, so you looked up at him -a breath away. You had the initial urge to kiss him, but you'd gotten enough of that, already.

He looked at you so fondly, with a tiny smile on his lips, "Ya tired, sweetheart?"

Something in you fluttered at the name, but you expected plenty more to come. You supposed you'd get used to it.

"How could you tell?" you quipped -wiping at your eyes.

He slid a hand down the side of your face -smoothing along your skin carefully as if you were delicate. Maybe a little like a flower, and he was marveling at the beauty.

"You wanna sleep at mine?"

You blinked, slowly -a bit in shock, "Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled, something soft in his tone, "-I'd actually prefer it, so... Don't make me beg ya."

"I don't know," you teased, "-That's pretty tempting."

He didn't say anything back for a moment. Eyes languidly smoothing over your face, like he was thinking. Like he had something else to say, or maybe he was coming up with one.

It came out in a gust of words.

"What if ya just stayed?"

"Where?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to look at him better.

"Wit' me," he answered, a little casually, "-wit' the kids. In the house."

You laughed, a little in shock, "Rick... be serious."

"I am," he confirmed, his hand suddenly stopping on your back, "-I want ya there. You belong there. And I think, if ya don't-"

You waited.

"-I might 'ave to beg."

You laughed again, playfully tapping your chin, "That might be a sight to see, Grimes."

"You gonna make me beg?" he asked with a quirk of a smile, moving suddenly, "-'Cause I'll do it-"

"Rick-" you laughed again, watching him helplessly, as he made his way to the ground.

Before you could blink, he was on his knees infront of you -hands clasped together and his elbows resting on your knees.

"Rick, you don't have to-"

"Please, move in wit' me," he interrupted, eyes set solidly on yours -he was very much serious, "-I ain't gonna waste any more time, I want ya wit' me."

"You really don't have to beg," you grinned.

"Well, I am," he chuckled a little, "-so what are you sayin'?"

"Rick," you looked at him, solidly settling your eyes on his, "-it's not even a question. But yes, I'll move in with you."

He grinned brighter then, eyes sparkling in that special way you'd gotten used to by now.

"Good," he finally said, "-'cause I was gonna drag ya outta the house myself, if ya sa-"

"I'd like to see you try," you teased, and there was a little glint in his eye -mischievous.

And if he carried you through the streets of Alexandria in the middle of the night -both laughing like you couldn't stop... that was between the two of you.

Well, and Daryl who stood out on his porch -watching the two of you scamper into the night.

"Fuckin' finally."

#its griming time #rick grimes #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #i told you now #rick grimes fanfiction #twd rick

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Gone Too Long

Summary: Joel embraces you after you had gone missing for some time.

Joel Miller x Male Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Tags: Angst, Comfort, Soft!Joel

A/N: Here's a short one for you! Took me a couple hours to write, so hope it turns out enjoyable.

Still nothing, still the gates stayed shut just as they were three days ago.

You, and a few other residents in Jackson, had yet to return from your patrols. The objective for your group was quite simple, clear out any infected in your assigned area. The danger levels were not as high, since Jackson would routinely send out their finest members to keep infected from coming into the radius of their walls, mitigating any chances of anyone getting hurt. The odds were stacked in their favor, but it wasn’t certain. 

Tommy and Maria were standing among an ever growing crowd close by the gates of their town. Both arguing with his older brother, Joel, and a few other of the residents who insisted they send a search party for their missing loved ones.

The people shouted, “How long until we do something”, “My daughter is out there!”

Concern was rising, tensions were high but Maria opped to calm the people down. Using her hand to assert some level of control, she tries settling the worried crowd while Joel and Tommy were arguing just behind her. 

“I already told you, we don’t have the guys to be sending out there, right now,” Tommy explained.

Joel shook his head, “It’s been days Tommy, days since we’ve heard from them”.

“What can we do? We already advised our patrols to be on the lookout. Even the ones that were sent out this mornin’.”

Joel scuff, “They ain’ looking for them, they’re just doing their damn job.”

“And that's the best we can do” Tommy says.

Joel opened his mouth but closed it after, turning his head in frustration. He knew by this point that continuing a dispute with Tommy was just a waste of time. He felt every second that wasn’t dedicated to finding you was a waste of time. In fact everything felt that way to him, why bother getting people involved when he could just do it himself.

“I’ll go,” Joel concludes, his back turned to Tommy making his way to the stable. 

Tommy quickly chases after him, “Joel. Hey!” He grabs his brother’s arm, who shooed it away. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You don't know where they are…how you're going to get to them…”

“I’ll find a way, I always do”, Joel states sternly.

“You’ll find a way to get yourself killed.”

Joel stops where he’s at and turns to Tommy, “Yeah? At least someone actually give a damn around here! If-” Joel halts his words gathering up his thoughts, “I can’t lose him. If..if something happened to him I…god,” his breath was unsteady. 

There was a brief change in Joel's expression, one Tommy hadn’t seen in a long time; desperation. It was quick though, so fast that he would’ve missed it if he’d blinked, before Joel changed back to his almost demeaning expression.

Tommy knew how much you meant to Joel, how much he cared for you. The man’s heart seemed to be growing back, to take that away from him…again…Tommy definitely didn’t want to see that. Maria came to mind and how he’d react if she was in your predicament. Maybe he’d do the same too.

Tommy pursed his lips, grasping the weight of the situation from Joel’s perspective. He nods his head, allowing his brother to go through with his plan. However, Joel wasn’t looking Tommy in the eyes anymore. His attention was caught by something just over his brother’s shoulder. He moves forward, with Tommy following him with his eyes, Joel stops after a few steps. 

Now in the same direction of Joel, Tommy could now see it too. The gate was beginning to open. The watchers were waving down to the people below that something was wrong. The two men wasted no time making their way over to the gate.

Maira quickly got the crowd to back into the sidewalks, “This way, this way people.” With everyone clear for those on the other side of the gate, it continued to open until stopping at its limit. Your group, the ones that had gone missing, finally made it back to town. The group trotted into town, looking as if they had all seen a ghost. Only three horses had returned instead of four, with one of the patrol members mounted on your horse completely battered. Things didn’t look too good. 

You dismount your horse, careful not to knock your comrade off with you. “Come” you say, pulling the injured member down. A random lady had called out to her, claiming her as her ‘daughter’. She cries out along with the injured lady as they hug one another. A smile running across your face, happy that you saved a family member from having to deal with the loss of a loved one. Maria came up to you with concern in her face, “You alright?”

You titled your head momentarily, “Could be better.”

“I feel it might be too soon to ask what happened," she replies.

You appreciated her concern, as you didn’t really want to talk about it, at least not right now. You watched as the other members dismounted from their horses while coming up with a response, “It was awful, a couple of raiders got us and-” you didn’t bother to finish your statement since Maria didn’t push you to complete it. You sigh, looking about the subsiding crowd, “Is Tommy here? Joel?”

Maria, “Uh, they were just here not long ago…oh…right over there.”

Your eyes gaze in the direction she points. Your heart jumps, seeing him. Joel, standing still while his brother began toward you and Maria. Tommy’s frame was starting to block your view of Joel, so you paced over to him. You collide with Tommy, shaking his hand as he places his other hand on your shoulder. You exchange greetings without saying a word, he motions to Joel who still was stunned. Tommy’s gaze and small smile telling you to, ‘Go hug your damn man’. Letting go of his hand, you make your way to Joel in strides. He finally started moving, your name escaping his lips as he started jogging toward you. 

Next thing you know, you two are embracing. Like magnets, you latch onto each other dearly. Your vision blurred, watery, swearing that Joel was the one squeezing the tears out of you. You wished that were true, only it wasn’t and you were just ecstasy to see him again.

A tear rolled down your face, as you huffed, “Joel” sounding like you questioned if he was even real.

Joel’s rough hand ran up your back, leading all the way to the back of your neck. “I’m here, baby…I’m right here”. His voice, so close to your ears, it was enough to take all your worries away. 

For Joel, he trembled, more so than you were for different reasons then you. He could tell your time out there was nightmare fuel, hellish to an extent. The man wanted nothing but to tear down everything that brought harm to you out there. If it meant a few people, multiple gangs or the whole damn world, he'd do it. But now, you needed him, and Joel wasn’t planning on going anywhere. 

He turns his head to place a kiss along your cheek, continuing to reassure you of your safety. With his free hand going in circles around your back, he softly states, “Let it out, you’re home now”. 

You did just that, silently tearing up into the man's shoulders. Hearing his words made you relax further into his hold, your head resting against his cheek. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of Joel’s jacket consume you. His heat grounded you, ensuring that you were in fact, home.

#joel miller x male reader #joel x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller hbo #joel miller #joel the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #pedro pascal

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My first confession | Drabbles

A part of DEEP series

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ warning(s): explicit language

✧ word count: 1.6k

a/n: I came up with this drabble out of the blue and decided to write it. please if you want to see anything let me know in the requests!

index | askme!

"Mom please, just let me stay here" you whine, brushing your hair back with your fingers you roll your eyes. Yoongi grins as he looks at you from the living room, tomorrow was a big day and as you asked your parents to let you stay here with yoongi they kept their ground. 

"it's you're 21st birthday, your dad wants to spend it with you. and your family also wants to see you" your mom inhales, exhausted from fighting with you. 

"but I want to spend it with yoongi and his friends" you groan, annoyed of not getting through to her. yoongi finally gets up from his seat and walks over to you. "let me talk to her" you glare at him as he was trying to not laugh at you, enjoying the moment of you being angry. 

passing the phone to him "you're doing me a favor" he just chuckles and you could imagine your mom probably yelling at you about your response. he shoos you away and you show him your middle finger, heading to the kitchen to finish making the both of you something to eat. it was your idea to cook at home since you guys have been getting take out or eating on campus and you nagged him about eating more healthier. 

"alright, it's settled. you can stay here" he smiles, placing the phone on the counter and making his way next to you. he leans on the kitchen island watching you cut the vegetables. "yeah? and what's the condition" he snorts, receiving a glare from you. "you know your mom really well" 

"i'm surprised you even thought I wouldn't know there would be a but in her agreement"

"we just have to come over next weekend thats all" he smiles. 

"I guess thats not so hard.." you mumble. 

you knew that the moment jimin and taehyung offered to set up your party that they would go over the top but kept true to them promising to only make it the seven of them, jihye and junho. 

yoongi shuts the door of the car, a grouchy look on his face as he shoves his keys into his jean jacket's pocket. "come on yoongi please don't act like that" you whine, grabbing his arm as you pull him close to you.  "what am I doing" he lets you pull him towards their house. 

"junho is my friend too, please don't be rude"

"really?" he stops his steps, making you jerk back. you look back at him with a 'what the fuck' look. "who do you pick" he says sternly 

"i'm not going to ask either of you to leave, so jus-"

"no" he cuts you off, holding your hand "who do you pick between him and me" you inhale, gripping his hand as you grab the other "yoongi, you know I pick you"

and his gummy smile appears on his lips, intertwining his fingers with yours. entering jimin's apartment everyone starts congratulating you and hugging you.  

"you finally caught up to us" junho says, taking a hold of your hand as he pulls you into a hug. he had roses in his hand which he hands to you. "thank you" you smile, yoongi was standing behind him and didn't waste the chance to mock you 'thank you' he mouths as he rolls his eyes. namjoon nudging his arm as he laughs. 

"lets eat shall we, taehyung cooked" jimin points at him, who's standing up proud, pumping his chest out as he flexes his arms but his ego was crushed by yoongi "great, i told you we should've just ordered something or let me cook" he groans. taehyung's face looks hurt "hey! I can cook you know!" everyone laughs. 

"don't take him serious" you go in for a hug, since you hadn't hugged him yet. he squeezes you tightly "nah, we shouldn't have invited him" he mutters, cheeks against the crown of your head. you laugh at his remark. 

"if i wasn't here neither would she be here" yoongi snaps back 

"she's grown, she can go out without you" junho speaks, eyes on yoongi. the room is silent for a second, yoongi's lips parting as he's going to respond but you cut in "he's sayin that cause my mom wanted me to come home this weekend" you move away from taehyung, looking at yoongi with pleading eyes to let it go. He just nods slowly, eyes drifting to some painting on the wall where his eyes stick there. 

"anyways" your hands clasps together "can we get this started" 

drunk

you were dead drunk. at first you were being careful to not drink so much, but taehyung gave you no break. he kept filling up your cup, and to save him from yoongi who had already grabbed him by the collar as he threats him to stop pressuring you but you came to the rescue telling him that you wanted to see what your limit was. 

your head was against yoongis arm, he would glance at you every once and while making sure you were not asleep but he couldn't help chuckle at your drunk state. "she's gone" jihye laughs, taking photos of you with her phone. "alright alright, that's enough of that "yoongi turns his body, trying to help you sit up but instead you fall face flat to his chest "yeah I think it's time to go home" 

he sits you up by your shoulders, calling your name gently trying to get you to react but you were just drowsy at this point and tipsy. 

"isn't jihye taking her home" junho grabs your hand slightly before yoongi pulls you out of his reach "and why the fuck would she" he spats, reaching his limit of dealing with this man. 

"she's drunk" he stands up. "junho" jihye chuckles awkwardly "sit down, they live next to each other...and they've known each other way longer" she tugs on his shirt. everyone else were enjoying the sight. taehyung's brows raised as his eyes dart from yoongi to junho. "alright alright, cut it out" namjoon speaks up "yoongi just take her home, we'll explain to junho how shit runs here" 

"i wasn't asking for permission anyways" as he crouches down he lifts you up in his arms, smug smile on his face on his way out. 

"yoongi" you cry, tears in your eyes as he pats your back. "stop crying" he's holding back his laugh, the moment you woke up you began to cry. "but you don't get it" you hit his arm "then explain it to me, but stay still" sitting you on the toilet cover, he grabs the make up wipes from your basket. struggling to take one out since you wouldn't give him space, finally getting one out and wiping it gently across your face as he makes sure to get all the make up. "do me a favor and keep crying so I can make sure to get all the mascara" he snorts when you slap his hand away giving you a exaggerated 'ouch'

"you're mean" 

"babe, i'm trying to listen to you but all you're doing is crying. take a deep breath and talk" his hand caressing your knee. you take in a few breaths and he continues to wipe your face. 

you exhale "i love you" you bite down on your lip. palms sweaty "i really really love you" your heart is pounding against your chest. you finally told him how you feel. 

his hand freezes, but his soft eyes meet yours and he doesn't look away. "i love you too kid" pinching your cheek. 

"yoongi" you whine

"okay, i understand alright. i love you too, we've known each other before we even could walk. i adore you alright" he throws the wipe away. "now brush your teeth cause you know you can't sleep without brushing your teeth"

after adding toothpaste to your toothbrush he hands it to you "i'll go look for something comfortable to wear, where did you put my clothes I brought over here? i don't wanna leave you alone just to find you dead cause you fell or something" he laughs as he walks down the hall to your room "in the closet" you say slowly. staring at the toothbrush with your heart broken. 

once your done, you enter your room and he's already changed his outfit. on the bed he put your favorite pajamas which was one of his black shirts and shorts. "change, i'll get you some water" once he returns you're already in bed, he places the glass of water on the night stand. you feel the bed sink down as he climbs in "you're sleeping?" 

you don't respond, just hug the blanket "come here" he pokes your back. and you couldn't help it but turn and cuddle into his chest has he rubs your back as you drift to sleep. 

"i fucking hate him" you cry, yoongi holding your hair back in a pony tail, he didn't have a chance to get you a hair tie. since you dashed out of the room and into the bathroom throwing up your insides. "i told you not to over do it, now you know what will happen" he chuckles, patting your back slowly. 

"i'ma kill him" you throw up some more. 

"i tried to stop him and you still didn't listen" he shakes his head. you sit back wiping your mouth with a towel. 

"all better?" you see the smile creeping on his face as he tries to not laugh "fuck you" you hover over the toilet throwing up again. 

and he couldn't help it but laugh. 

#bts fluff #bts angst #min yoongi au #namjoonscoffeeshop #min yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts au #deep_drabbles

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Why Me? - Part 3

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Cursing, insecurities, pining, mommy issues, mentions of throw up (no actual), drunkenness

Word Count: 7580

Summary: Friday night has come and it's time for your not date with Bob! He gets a little wary of why you want to spend time with him, but he's not disappointed when it doesn't go according to plan.

A/N: Hello party people! First of all I suck at summaries, second I started school and got very busy so I apologize for posting this next part literally a month later. Let me know what you think! Also, she's a lot longer than the last two, so please enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

The entire week leading up to Friday Bob was a nervous wreck. Your sudden want to get to know him could only be for some kind of malicious intent. He tried as hard as he could to shoo the bad thoughts away, but they kept crawling back in like a cockroach that refused to die. Sometimes he thought he could set them all on fire and be normal. But that wasn’t something you could do. And that wasn’t Bob. As much as he wished he could have a conversation without something in the back of his mind telling him he was being too awkward, or the other person wasn’t interested in what he had to say, it just wasn’t meant to be.

Everyday you would greet him and everyday Bob would greet you back. His mama didn’t raise him without manners, but each time you started talking to him it got harder for him to stop. He had already opened up to you too much. If you cracked his shell anymore, he was afraid all of his feelings would spill out. And you didn’t need to know how much he thought about you. He couldn’t let you know how beautiful or smart he thought you were because then you would know just how much power you have over him. He didn’t want to believe you would abuse that power in any way, but that voice in the back of his head told him otherwise. The damn cockroach wouldn’t die.

Bob was surprising you once again. Everyday before Friday you would ask him a question hoping it would snowball into a conversation, and everytime it did. It might have been small talk each time about the weather, or how he was doing that day, but it was something. Everyday he would tell you he was doing good, and even told you how he was glad it was starting to cool down in the evenings, presumably so he could take Sylvia on walks. At first you didn’t care that he was lying to you. Whenever he told you he was good, he’d give you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It resembled one you’d give to a passing stranger on the street. Bob wasn’t a complete stranger. Maybe he thought you were? Let’s face it, the only thing he knows about you is your name, the fact that you’re Mav’s kid, and you fly in the Navy. Did he even want to know you?

None of that mattered. You wanted to know him, if he didn’t want to have a conversation with you he was just going to have to tell you up front about it. You so desperately needed him to want to talk to you, though. You could cry every instant he reciprocated a conversation. It was like the neighborhood stray had finally taken a liking to you, and you weren’t going to squander this opportunity. Sure this stray had made some friends and was willing to start a conversation with anyone except you, but it was a start.

That Friday wasn’t anything special at work. Each of you had done a hop or two, ending the day with Maverick assigning everyone paperwork so he could leave early. Much to the chagrin of everyone else.

“Hey now, do I need to get Hondo to come in here and babysit you until this is finished?” A resounding ‘no’ was heard as well as a few groans.

“I can keep an eye on everyone for ya’”, Hangman commented. Placing a toothpick in between his teeth. You and everyone else scoffed at this, Fanboy tossing a paper airplane his way as he swatted it.

“I don’t think that’s necessary Hangman, but thank you.” Mav makes his way through the desks but not before stopping in front of yours. You look up from your work as you raise your brows.

“Can I help you, sir?” He takes a seat in the empty chair next to you.

“No, I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright by yourself for the weekend. Just gotta grab a few things from the hangar.” You discreetly glance around, ensuring none of your coworkers are staring at you as your father, not captain, talks to you.

“Yeah, dad, I’ll be fine.” You laugh.

“Ok, that means no parties, no boys”, he lists off on his fingers. Your eyes widen as you avoid the stares and snickers from around you.

“Oh my god! How old do you think I am?”

“Old enough to know better, I’ll see you Sunday”, he kisses the top of your head as he leaves the hangar, patting Bradley on the chest.

“Bye Daddy!” Hangman shouts as Mav rounds the corner.

“You owe me 50 on Monday Hangman!” He yells back from the hallway.

“Damn it!” Hangman mutters. You laugh as you turn to your work, catching Bob’s eye as you do so. Everyone eventually focuses on their own work and is done by 5:00.

You catch Bob as he’s making his way out the door, walking to your cars together.

“Are you excited?”, you ask him with a giddy smile.

“For you to obliterate me in pool?” You knock shoulders with him.

“Oh come on, where’s that confidence we talked about?” He gives you the same smile. The one that doesn’t reach his eyes that he puts on for your benefit. “You don’t have to come tonight if you don’t want to.” You suggest. This is the only out you’re going to give him, you decide. His head snaps towards you as you both stop before your cars.

“No, I do! It’s just, confidence isn’t my strong suit.” His eyes move to the pavement, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey, it’s not mine either. You just gotta fake it ‘til you make it.” He looks up and gives you a slightly bigger smile this time. You walk backwards towards your car, “I’ll see you in an hour!”

He remains in his spot until you drive out of the lot. How did you make it seem so easy? Bob was good at faking other stuff. Faking smiles, level-headedness, but never confidence.

Once back home, he greets Sylvia, taking care of her before getting ready. Oh gosh, what was he supposed to wear? He’s never had a casual work one-on-one hangout before, or whatever this is. Staring in his closet, he decides on a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. It’ll be fine. Sylvia stares at him from her spot on his bed.

“What?” She cocks her head. “I know, I know, she’s just a coworker that’s it. And that’s all she’s ever gonna be.” He lets that last part out in a whisper. Trailing his eyes from the bed to the mirror in his closet. What would you even see in him? He knows he doesn’t look like any of the other guys on their squad. He’s just a nerd who for some reason you want to absolutely kill in pool. Maybe that was it, he was just another person to practice with. To knock down a few pegs. Build up his confidence just to tear it all down. Stupid cockroach.

You get to the Hard Deck a little early to stake a claim at the usual table. You wave at Penny as you walk in, racking the balls and securing two cues. It’s not too busy right now, but you know that’ll change when the Friday night crowd comes in. Right as you break you spot Bob walking up to you, hands in the pockets of his jeans. The black t-shirt hugging his biceps just right.

“Hey sailor.”

“Now if I’d have known you were coming here early to practice I wouldn’t have shown up at all.” You let out a laugh at his comment. “Save my dignity.”

“Now Bob”, you align your shot, “in order to lose dignity you have to have it in the first place.” His smile is wide and mouth is open as you turn back around.

“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be now?” You shrug and hand him a cue.

“You’re stripes.” He takes the cue from you and lets a crooked smile replace his shock. In that instant you know that’s the real one. He doesn’t try to present it to you, it’s just his natural smile. One you think would rarely be captured on camera. God do you wanna take a picture and just stare at it. You shake your head at the thought. Teammate. He is your teammate and you are doing this for the team.

You learn that Bob was not lying when he said you’d obliterate him. You end up winning unsurprisingly, but decide to give him a little mercy.

“Alright, now that the practice round is done, you ready to actually play?”

“That was only the practice round?”

“Come on, now that you’ve got a taste you’re ready for it.”

“If you say so.” Bob starts to rack the balls as you retrieve drinks. A coke for him and a beer for you. You were still planning on driving home, so this was the only drink you were planning on having tonight. The key word there: planning.

Penny hands you your drinks and you maneuver your way back to Bob, only it wasn’t Bob leaning over the table and taking a shot. A large Hawaiian shirt was obstructing your view as he stood back up.

“Rooster.” He turns around victoriously after making his shot. Face falling into a smug smile.

“Mantis.”

“What are you doing?” “What’s it look like?”He returns to the table and takes another shot, “I’m beating Phoenix.” You look across the table and spot Phoenix giving you an apologetic smile. Bob at her side giving a similar look.

“No, I mean what are you doing at my table? Bob and I were in the middle of a game.” He misses his next shot allowing Phoenix to take hers. “Really Phoenix?”

“Bob said it was ok, you hadn’t started yours yet.” She defends. You look at Bob again and he walks over to you.

“Really it’s fine” he comments, “we can take turns.” You hand him his drink.

“Fine.” Rooster saddles up to your other side, resting his hands on the cue.

“Oh come on, did mommy never teach you to share?” Your grip around the neck of your bottle tightens as he smiles at his own joke. A couple laughs sound from around you, alerting to the fact Coyote and Hangman have shown up.

“Low blow dickwad.” You peer over his shoulder, “Phoenix, let us know when you’re done beating his ass.” With that you walk over to the wall of the bar and take a seat, setting the beer down on the table, rubbing the condensation from your hands on your jeans. Bob follows and sits next to you.

“I’m sorry.” Bob lets out, you glance over and notice the sullen expression on his face. Completely wiping Rooster’s last comment from your mind.

“It’s fine, you were just being nice. Rooster over there just knows how to get under my skin, and I thought he pushed you off our table.”

“Oh no, they asked nicely.” He reassures you. He follows your gaze to Rooster as you scowl. “What’s up with you and Rooster anyway?” You shake your head as he prepares himself to ask his next question, “Is he an ex?”

You nearly spit your drink out as your eyes widen in terror, “Oh god no! That’s disgusting.” Bob lets out a breath of relief. “No, he actually used to be like a brother to me.”

“What happened?” You look at him as you take a sip of your drink, not wanting to get Bob involved in your family life.

“That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time”, your stomach clenches as you stare at his wide eyes, so earnest in everything he’s been saying. Now it’s his want to get to know you that has you shifting in your seat. Unaware of a set of eyes watching your entire interaction.

Phoenix’s whistle breaks your gazes away from each other as you walk over to the table.

“How’d you do Phoenix?”

“Not very good, Bradshaw here beat me.” You look at her in utter disappointment. “What can I say, he’s good.” You scoff as Bob starts to rack the balls. You stare at Rooster from across the table.

“He’s not as good as he likes to think.” You let Bob break and the game begins. Your attention focuses back to him as the rest of the squad linger around the edge. Your smile comes easy when you talk to Bob, almost completely forgetting about everyone else. So far he’s doing a lot better than he was in your practice round, but it’s still not good enough. You call your last shot before it falls in, smiling at Bob apologetically.

“There is no way he wasn’t letting you win”, you turn around and find Rooster waiting for his turn.

“Excuse me?”

“If my memory serves correctly, you were absolutely horrible the last time I played you.”

“The last time you played me I was like 12. I’ve had time to practice while you’ve been deteriorating.” That does it as he stands up and stalks toward you.

“You calling me old?” You stand toe to toe with him, not about to back down.

“Yeah I am, unless you’re up for a rematch old man?”

“You’re on.” The entire squad is staring at the both of you as Fanboy resets the table, delighted in what he’s about to see. “Say, since we don’t have to fly tomorrow, care to make this interesting?”

“What? Worried you’re gonna bore us all to death?”

“Nah, I just wanna see if you can hold your liquor as well as you can shoot. For every shot you miss, you take one. Dealer’s choice.” You squint at him, not willing to back down from the challenge.

“Fine, tequila. Loser pays.” You push your cue into Rooster’s hands as you turn to take Bob’s. “I am so sorry about this Bob, just let me beat him real quick and then we’ve got the table to ourselves.” He hesitantly gives up his cue.

“Are you sure about this?” You pat his shoulder.

“I’m gonna be fine.” He gives you a small smile and nod, relinquishing the little control he has of the situation.

The game begins as Rooster breaks, taking a shot provided by Payback as you take your turn. The game continues on, you only taking two shots while Rooster has three. He’s starting to slip up, making you more confident. You look up and smirk at Bob as a striped ball falls into the pocket across from him. You move to take your next shot as Rooster leans down next to you.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing here.”

“What do you mean? I’m here to pummel you.”

“I mean with Bob.” You turn your head to look at him, then to Bob before aligning your shot.

“What are you talking about?” You pull your stick back, before striking the cue ball he gets closer.

“I just thought I’d remind you that fraternization is strictly forbidden.” Your hand slips as your shot goes way off the course you intended. You look up at him as he stands. “Don’t wanna see you get kicked off this team.” He hands you a shot as you take it, your eyes closing. Your heart is beating erratically. There is no way he knows you like Bob. Not a chance in hell. You glance back at Bob as he gives you a thumbs-up, then back to Rooster’s concentrated face as he lines up his next shot. 

The game continues to stay pretty even after that, shot after shot missed, the alcohol making it harder to stay accurate. You have one striped ball left on the table as Rooster attempts to end it all. Thinking this is gonna be it, you turn to Phoenix and in a whisper yell ask, “Do you think you could give me a ride later? I think I’m drunk!”. She smiles and pats your shoulder, whisper-yelling back.

“You’re lucky I knew this was gonna happen, of course I can!” Hearing Rooster and a couple others groan you turn around and notice he missed his shot. This was it, you make these last two and you win. You shut your eyes hard, attempting to get rid of some of the drunken haze.

The striped ball was a clean shot into the pocket and you let out a breath of relief. It was all down to this. Rooster is staring you down from his seat, making you a little nervous. You bend down and align your shot, taking one glance back up finding Bob. He gives you a crooked smile and you focus back on the table, “Left corner.” Everyone holds their breath as you draw back, hitting the cue, driving the 8 ball into your chosen pocket. Cheers erupt from around you as you place the cue back on the table. Your gaze meets Rooster again, this time it’s you with the smug smile, “Hope you learned your lesson grandpa!” A few oohs are heard as Bob walks over to you, holding his hands out for a couple high-fives.

“You’re amazing, that was awesome!” Everything around the table goes quiet. You continue to stare at him, attempting to say something but nothing coming out.

Something had changed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the lighting, or maybe just Bob, but you realized every time you saw him your heart sped up a little and your stomach dropped. If you thought about it, this wasn’t even the first time this happened. This is just the first time you understood why. You were sure he could see it happen in real time. The way his eyes flicked down to your open mouth and back up to your glazed over expression.

“Are you ok?”he asks, concern drawing his features in. You could barely hear him through all the static ringing through your ears. You saw his mouth move and continue to stare at it through groggy eyes until you look upward. You were sure you and everything around you was moving in slow motion.

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. His brow furrowed even more at your question.

“I asked if you were ok?” Oh no. He saw right through you. Jutting out your bottom lip and blinking wide you respond, trying to act as casual as ever.

“Yep. Everything is just great.” His eyes scan you once more. He steps toward you, obviously concerned, and as much as you want him to get closer, you turn to see Bradley’s eyes on you. Even through the haze, you can sense the suspicion in them. He didn’t actually know anything, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. Still looking at Bradley, you barely make out Bob’s voice.

“Are you sure? You kinda had a lot to drink” You look back to him and nod, trying to give him a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, you let out in a high pitched voice. You take a step back hoping to create some distance between the two of you, and before you can even fully set your foot on the spilled beer beneath your shoe, you feel yourself falling backwards. In a matter of seconds before you can reach the floor, Bob grabs one of your outreached arms, his other steadying you by your hip. He pulls you close to his chest as you regain your balance. A small squeal leaves your mouth as you’re left feeling Bob. His large hands on your bare arm, your hip, and his chest against yours. It’s almost too much. It is too much. Your heart rate has sped up from almost falling, but it is not coming down anytime soon. Your breath is starting to go shallow as you look up to Bob’s face, eyes blown wide on both of you. The contrast of everything moving too slowly to almost too fast has you dizzy. That or the fact you are close enough to Bob you can feel the heat emanating off of his skin, his scent infiltrating your senses. You need to breathe in the oxygen around you, but you only want to so you can keep breathing him in instead.

Everything surrounding the two of you ceases to exist. The beat from the jukebox fades into your and Bob’s heartbeats, beating simultaneously at their own pace. You don’t want to blink and miss a second of being this close to him. Who knows when you’d get another chance? Thinking this has sobered you up, you try to focus on his deep blue eyes. Have they always been this blue? If he allowed it, you could drown in those oceans he seems to hide behind those wire frames.

The dizziness is sneaking back in the longer you stare. Oh god. How long have you been staring? And more importantly how long has he been staring back? His eyes look between yours as you try to keep up. The motion makes your head spin even more. He swallows as your sight follows the bob of his Adam's apple, making you shiver. He opens his mouth once more.

“Are you alright?”, he breaks the spell he put you under. His voice is softer but just as deep as his grip continues to hold you upright. God, you can still feel his large hands on you. Your face is hot, you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or Bob. The ambience from the bar resumes around you, seemingly louder than it was before. You stare back at his eyes once more, trying to decide which of them to focus on. Oh no, that’s a bad idea. Your head rings as you lose focus on his face in front of you.

“I think I had too much to drink '', you manage to slip out. In an attempt to see if anyone had witnessed your drunken “fall”, your head lulls back and creates dark spots in your vision.

“Whoa, ok!” Bob’s grip tightens around your arm and hip as your legs start to give out. He glances around and finds an empty chair to set you in, walking you backwards until you fall unceremoniously in the sticky blue seat. Your eyes are drooping but a small smile remains on your face. He allows his hand to leave your hip, while the other remains on your arm. “Hey Mantis?”. You continue to stare through that drunk smile, eyes blinking at a slow rate. “Mantis?” He furrows his brow. And then he says your name. Not your call-sign. Not Mitchell. Your given first name. Without skipping a beat you pipe up.

“Yes Robert?”. You begin to giggle uncontrollably at your use of his name. Bob wasn’t going to lie to himself and say he didn’t want to hear you say his name again. He so desperately did, but right now you were drunk. And he needed to get you home safe. Still, he can’t help but smile at your child-like laughter, questioning the sudden switch from out of breath to laughing.

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yep!” Bob waits for you to tell him who, giving up as you continue to stare at him with a dopey smile.

“Can you tell me who it is?” He asks slowly.

“Oh! It was Phoenix”. 

“Really? Phoenix offered to be your DD?”

“Yeah”, you furrow your brows, your head falls back as you try to spot her, “but I haven’t been able to find her.” Bob, as if on instinct, jumps forward and braces his hand on the back of your neck to prevent you from hurting yourself. You rest the weight of your head in his hand, placing your complete trust in the fact he won’t let you go. He stares down at you as you look up at him. A small laugh slips through your lips. “Hi.” Bob once again can’t help but smile. For a moment he lets himself admire your soft features in the lighting of the Hard Deck. The warm lighting offers up how your smile causes the skin around your eyes to crease. It’s not forced by any means, just content. And he can’t help but believe you are. The cockroach is nowhere to be found as he looks down at you.

“Hi”, he gets out through his smile. He glances up from you and finds Phoenix still at the pool table with Rooster and Coyote. Farther away now that he has you at a table. He looks back down at you only to notice your gaze never tore away from him. “Are you gonna be ok if I go and grab Phoenix?”. Your eyes roll back as you sigh.

“I guess”, you let out dejectedly. Bob lets out a small laugh through his nose at the sight. His thumb moves of its own accord as he rubs the skin behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, ok?”

“Promise?”, you ask, your smile falling ever so slightly.

“I promise”, he reassures you. “Can’t leave you too long or you might fall out of your seat. If you need me just holler, ok?”. The smile makes its way back to your face as he continues to caress your skin.

“Ok”, you say just loud enough for him to hear you.

“Ok”. Bob very gently repositions your chair for you to lay your head on the table behind you. It doesn’t look very comfortable but he knows this is the only way you won’t have your head hanging off the back of the seat. You continue to stare at him while he does this, and once he has you properly situated he gives you one last look before walking through the other patrons to get to Phoenix. 

As he gets through a few more people to approach the pool table he sees Phoenix as she stands before Rooster with his head in his hands. Bob walks closer to her, hesitant to interrupt their conversation.

“Is everything ok over here?”. Phoenix immediately turns around, obviously taking a break from scolding Rooster.

“Yeah everything’s just great. Bird-brain over here just decided to enter a drinking contest without securing a ride so now I get to take two drunk idiots home.” She motions to Rooster over her shoulder with her thumb. Bob takes a second to look at him, noticing the green hue on his face. Bob’s mouth moves faster than his brain.

“I can take Mantis home.” Phoenix’s brow raises as Rooster looks up through his fingers.

“You will?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. I’d feel bad leaving her with you, I’m the reason she came here tonight in the first place.” Bob peaks a glance down at his shoes to avoid the look Phoenix is pointing his way. “Plus, I don’t think Mantis would take too well to riding in the same car with- well with um, Rooster.” Bob looks to Rooster’s half-lidded gaze and back to Phoenix.

“You’ve got a good point there. Ok, so I’ll drag Rooster’s drunk ass back home and you sure you got Mantis? She can be kind of a handful when she drinks too much.” Before Bob is able to verify he’ll get you home safely, Rooster chuckles and pipes up.

“I’m sure Bob could handle a couple handfuls of Mantis’ drunk ass.” Bob’s eyes widen and his face immediately turns red at Rooster’s comment as Phoenix hits his shoulder.

“No! No, I would never get a handful of- of Mantis’ ass- especially if she was, if she was drunk.” He immediately cringes at his own choice of words while Rooster continues to laugh from his seat. Bob takes his glasses off and rubs the bridge of his nose, not able to meet anyone's line of sight. “What I mean is-”

“Bob”, Phoenix interjects, placing a hand on his shoulder, “it’s fine. We get what you mean, Rooster here is just an asshole.” She punctuates the sentence by hitting him once more.

“Ow”, he lets out, staring at Phoenix with genuinely hurt eyes.

“You’re fine, let’s get outta here before you ralph all over my car.”

“Ok mom.” Bob doesn’t watch as they walk away but hears Rooster cry out in pain once more.

With that all taken care of Bob shoots a text to his neighbor asking to let Sylvia out. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to get you home safely with enough time to take care of her. He makes his way back through the crowd to the table he left you at, but you aren’t there. Bob panics, searching around the bar frantically. There is no way you could have gotten far, especially not in your state. He practically runs to the bar in hopes of asking Penny if she saw where you got to, all while still scanning the room for you. He hears you before he sees you. Sitting at the bar, laughing while talking to Penny herself. He lets out a sigh of relief and allows himself to catch his breath. The scene reminds him of every time he’d see you sitting at that same bar, laughing with someone who wasn’t him. Always too afraid to approach you.

You turn your head and spot him standing there staring at you. Your mouth breaks out in a wide smile as you open your arms. “Ay! It’s Robert! You came back for me!” He walks over to where you sit as Penny wipes down glasses behind the bar. “Penny, he came back!” She smiles at your eagerness.

“I can see that.”

“How’d you get all the way over here?”Bob asks as you lower your hands.

“Well, Robert, like most people I used my feet.”

“Oh, did you now? Cause they didn’t seem to be working too well earlier.” You bob your head in a nod.

“It’s a miracle! I saw Penny like a guiding light and just had to come over to see her” you smile, amazed at yourself. Bob has really got to get you home.

“Well that’s great, I’m glad Penny was able to keep an eye on you. Are you ready to go?” You furrow your brows and look behind him.

“Where’s Phoenix?” You let out through pouty lips.

“Slight change of plan, Phoenix has to take Rooster home so if it’s ok I was gonna be your driver for the night.” You grimace at Rooster’s name, but immediately lighten up at the prospect of Bob taking you home.

“Ok!” Bob is taken aback at your eagerness, afraid you would have only wanted Phoenix to drive you.

“Really?”

“Yeah!” You immediately gasp and turn back toward Penny, “You cannot let my dad know a boy is taking me home!” Penny tries her best to hold back a smile as she looks to Bob who already is mortified at your implication. Penny takes both your hands in her own.

“My lips are sealed”, she mimes zipping and locking her mouth as she lets you go. “Get home safe you two.” Bob nods at her in appreciation as he turns to you.

“Think your legs are still working?” You scoff at him while sliding out from the chair. You get out successfully but as you take your first step you stumble. Bob immediately is behind you, supporting you with both of his arms underneath yours. “Ok, I’ll take that as a no.”

“Hey” you laugh, “they were working earlier!” Readjusting, Bob snakes his arm around your waist, grabbing your arm and throwing it over his shoulders. You immediately quiet as you sink into Bob, allowing him to guide you out of the bar and to his truck. Bob is being as respectful as he can, trying to keep his hand in the exact same spot on your waist. Never wandering. It’s only there to support you, but he can’t help but feel the warmth of you beneath his hand, and the aroma of your floral shampoo just under his nose.

Your hand has a surprisingly firm grip on his shoulder as you trek through the parking lot. The gravel and sand shuffling beneath your feet. It’s a slow journey, as Bob doesn’t want to risk you tripping and falling, but you finally make it. It’s a modest truck, not too big, not too small, but the step to get into it is massive compared to your skillset right now. You look up at the truck as if it’s Mt. Everest. “That’s a big step”, you let out. Your eyes meet the top as your head rolls back. You sway as Bob grips you just a bit tighter.

“Oh that step? Come on, you got this.” You look up at him skeptically. “Here, I’ll help you”. He very slowly turns you around so your back is to the seat and you’re staring up at him. He takes your hands and places them on his shoulders, they have never felt smaller before than they do now on top of him. “Is this ok?” he breathes out, aware of how close you are once again. You squeeze his shoulders, feeling the muscle tense from beneath his t-shirt.

You swallow, “Yeah.” He has got to stop putting himself in this situation.

“Ok, I’m gonna put my hands on your hips and when I say jump, you’re gonna jump and I’m gonna lift onto the seat. Ok?” You nod at him through wide eyes.

“Ok.” Bob finally slides his hands from off of your arms to your hips, squeezing once. Goosebumps break out all over your body, despite the heat radiating off of both of you. “Alright, 1, 2, 3, jump!” You do as he says as he grips your hips, lifting you off of the ground and into his truck. Leaving you more light-headed than you were before. He helps to push your legs into the cab, forcing you to face forward. He steps down and as softly as he can shuts the door, ensuring none of your limbs would get caught.

You watch him round the front as he opens his own door, climbing into his seat with ease. He reaches for his seatbelt before turning to you. “Do you need help with yours?”. You shake your head, reaching for your own. You pull it only for it to get stuck, you pull it again. Still stuck. Bob watches you struggle with it one more time before reaching over, letting it retract into the seat, and then pulling it over you, and buckling it in. The entire time you watch his large hand travel just slightly over your chest and torso, never actually touching you. You turn your face to his, and he looks up to you through his glasses.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“You’re welcome”, he whispers back. He moves back into his own seat before putting on his seatbelt and starting the truck. The engine roaring to life breaks you out of your quiet trance. The radio starts to play as he pulls out of the parking lot. You can distantly hear him humming to the tune, but you lean your head and stare out the window.

You want to imagine a moment where you’re sober and Bob gives you all this attention, but you come up empty. He’s only doing this out of obligation to get you home safely. God you were so stupid for getting drunk. Tonight was supposed to be about getting to know Bob, not him having to take care of you.

“You doin’ ok over there?”, his voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Mhm”, you smile at him. Still not able to open your eyes quite all the way.

Bob watches as you lean your head against the window once again. He looks back to the road and realizes he’s almost got you home. He feels slight disappointment in his chest. He wants to spend more time with you, but probably knows you won’t want to again when you’re sober. He tries not to dwell on that fact, but hopes this won’t be the last time you end up in his truck. He hopes your perfume lingers after you’re gone so he can remember just how much fun he had with you tonight.

Bob pulls up to your house and puts the truck in park. You must have fallen asleep at some point on the drive because you jolt awake when the engine stops. “Are we here already?” You whine. He leans over and unbuckles your seatbelt.

“I’m afraid we are.” He rounds the truck, opening your door. You instinctively go to place your hands on his shoulders as he grasps your hips and slides you out of the cab. He steadies you again, in the same fashion he did when you left the Hard Deck, and walks you up the steps to the door. After fumbling with your keys you manage to open the door as he helps you walk in.

Bob’s plan was to let your dad take care of you and get you to bed safely, but he doesn’t notice any sign of life. All the lights are off as the both of you stop in the hallway. You grope the wall and let out an “aha” as you turn the light switch on. You wince at the bright light, moving your head to rest in between Bob’s shoulder and neck. He tries his best to slow his breathing as he feels your hot breath on his neck. You must feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest at this point. “Mantis?”

“Yeah”, you whisper into his neck. He shivers.

“Is your dad home?” You sigh, your breath tickling him.

“No, he had to grab some stuff from the desert and won’t be back ‘til Sunday.” Bob’s the one that sighs this time. That must be why he left early today. He reaches behind you two, locking the door. He didn’t like the idea of leaving you drunk and alone in the house, so after he gets you to bed he’s decided on staying on the couch. Just to make sure you’re ok. “Are we having a sleepover?”.

“Yep, we are having a sleepover and now it’s time you go to bed. Where’s your room?”

“Up the stairs to the left” you mumble. There is no way you’re going to be able to walk up the stairs, even with Bob’s help. Deciding it’s in both your best interests to not fall down a flight of stairs, he removes his hand from your waist and moves you to face him.

“If it’s alright with you, I’m gonna pick you up and carry you.” You stare at him with wide eyes and let out a laugh.

“I mean, you can try.” Bob braces his arms beneath your shoulders and knees, bending down and taking you with him as he stands to his full form. You let out a small yelp, surprised at his sudden display of strength. Your arms connect behind his neck as he begins to ascend the stairs. He keeps his eyes forward the entire time, not daring to look down at you and trip. You stare at his bicep straining from underneath his t-shirt, then the hand that grasps you at the knees. Your head is still resting on his shoulder. Bob makes you feel weightless as you lock your eyes on his mouth. His pretty mouth that is so close to your face right now. Even through your drunken haze you can tell he’s trying his best not to breathe too loudly, whether for your sake or his you’re not sure.

All too soon he arrives at your room and gingerly sets you down on your bed. Resting your head carefully on the pillows. He finally takes a glance at your face and then down at your clothes. “Do you have any pajamas you want to change into?” You nod and sit up, pointing to your dresser straight across from your bed. “Which drawer?” He rubs the back of his neck and avoids your gaze, “I don’t wanna see anything you don’t want me to.”

You laugh, “Second drawer from the bottom”. He points at it, checking with you that it was in fact the right one. You nod your head at him. You stare at his back while he leans down and rifles through your pajamas. The sight makes you dizzy, prompting you to lie back into the comfort of your bed once more.

Bob finds a pair of shorts and an old team t-shirt. Those will do. He walks back over to you with the clothes in hand and sets them down. “Do you need to go to the bathroom, brush your teeth?” You open your eyes at him and frown.

“Are you saying my breath smells bad?”.

“No!”Bob wasn’t not saying that. To be frank you smelled like a distillery, but that wasn’t the reason for his concern. “I just know that whenever I don’t brush my teeth I always wake up and feel gross. Don’t want that to happen now, do we?”. You shake your head, frown falling away. Slowly, you sit up and swing your feet over the bed. Bob grabs your arm and helps you walk to the bathroom connected to your room. Gently closing the door, he stays close by in case you fall. He glances at the bed and notices the pajamas he set out for you. Quickly making his way back to the bed he grabs them, knocking on the door as the water runs.

You open it with your toothbrush dangling out of your mouth, eyes half open. He holds the clothes out to you and smiles, “You forgot these.” Grabbing them you thank him, closing the door once more. With his back to you, Bob waits until he hears it open. You emerge in your pajamas, smiling.

“You’re still here.” Bob is immediately concerned at your surprise. Did you want him to leave? What is he talking about, of course you wanted him to leave. He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to make sure you made it to your bed alright.” He holds out his arms once again and you grab onto them. This time he walks backwards until he reaches your bed, making sure you get under the covers. Bob wants to run his hand over the wild mess that is your hair, but he refrains.“Alright, ‘night Mantis.” He starts to make his way to leave your bedroom.

“Where you goin’?”, he hears through the muffle of your pillow. Turning to see you’ve shifted on your side, staring at him through one eye. “I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“We are, I’m just gonna crash on the couch.” You let out a huff.

“Sleepover means you gotta sleep in the same room”, drool is now starting to seep out of your mouth from its position on your pillow. Bob stares at you incredulously.

“Mantis”, he starts.

“Robeeerrrt” you whine. “You gotta make sure I don’t choke on my own throw up in my sleep.” He grimaces at the thought and slips his shoes off, walking over to steal a pillow to set on the floor.

“What are you doin’? Just get in the bed. I have some sweatpants that’ll fit you… I think.” Bob takes up the offer on your sweatpants, searching through the same drawer until he finds them. He turns his head ensuring you’re facing the other way as he changes.

“I’ll be just fine on the floor.” The pants are a little short on his legs but work better than the jeans he was wearing.

“If you’re stayin’ you’re sleepin’ in bed. That’s my final offer.” Through the lamplight he can make out the pout on your face. Staring at the floor and sighing he begrudgingly walks over to the side of the bed pulling back the covers and getting in. He turns over, taking his glasses off and turning the lamp off. Once he’s settled he can only stare at the ceiling as his arms lay clasped over his stomach. His entire body is tense, scared to move a muscle and accidentally touch you.

He can’t believe he’s in your bed right now. This is not how he imagined a sleepover with you going. Obviously you are very drunk and he remains respectful by sticking to his side, but you are lying right next to him. His heart beats at the thought of every time you touched him tonight. It was more than he could bear. Most of them were for stability but he couldn’t help but want it to happen as often as possible.

His thoughts are broken by the sound of the sheets rustling as you move closer to him and lay a hand on his chest. “”Night Bobby.”

He very carefully raises his own and rests it over yours. “Night Mantis.” He doesn’t want the morning to come. You’ll surely be too sick to remember anything, but he’ll remember it all. He shoos his thoughts away as your breaths guide him to sleep, your hand grounding him in this moment. His hand is clasped over yours, your palm right above his heart. Just where it should be.

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Wenclair -"Mine" - Chapter 14

I have written and re-written this chapter so many times! Tweaked, drafted, scraped and all ... So listen this is what I'm going with haha and I hope it's decent ...enjoy😋

It had been a week since the confession and Wednesday had spent the last week investigating Enid's disappearance and shooing away the endless concerned students appearing at her door expressing their worries.

"She's fine" Wednesday would repeat constantly to each person who appeared although it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

Enid hadn't returned after changing into a wolf and shattering their delicate glass window. In fact no one had heard anything from her which only caused more panic in the usually emotionless Wednesday.

The continuous interruptions were becoming more of a hindrance to her pursuit in finding Enid so eventually she stopped answering. The school was just as concerned with principal Weems trying to organise a search party but being assured by Wednesday that Enid was fine, she had talked to her and she just needed a mental health break from school. She even doctored texts between the 2 of them for evidence which probably wasn't her smartest move but she couldn't stand the idea of everyone being involved in her business.

Although she was worried for Enid she was sure the werewolf could handle herself and she knew why she had run away and she was sure she would not be happy with the entire school searching for her when she wanted to be alone.

However it was now day 7 of searching by herself and she was still making no progress to the point where she considered rallying the entire school behind her.

"Wednesday!" She was pulled away from her thoughts by the sound of Yoko as she reached the edge of the woods

"Yoko" she acknowledged the girl with a little head nod.

"Listen I'm just gonna get straight to it" she started giving Wednesday a chance to respond. "If you have hurt Enid in any way-"

"What is it you are insinuating" Wednesday rudely interrupted her before she could get another word out.

"oh I don't know" she said sarcastically "I've heard the rumours! You were kicked out of your last school for killing 2 students it's not that far a stretch to say you may have resorted to your old ways and-"

"I would never hurt Enid" Wednesday interrupted her with force in her tone this time "Not physically anyway" she mumbled, unable to hide her guilt as she tilted her head toward the ground in shame. She knew full well she had emotionally scarred Enid, unintentionally of course but she never knew it could hurt so much harming someone she cared for.

"Then where is she?!" Yoko yelled this time crossing her arms in frustration but Wednesday was just shocked at the audacity of this girl and responded

"I'd watch your tone with me" she warned.

"I don't care" regardless of everyone's fear of Wednesday she had reached her breaking point and her concern for Enid took precedence over her fear of being staked by Wednesday. " Weems may believe your lies but I've been watching you" she told her

"I knew I sensed someone lurking" Wednesday muttered her thought out loud but Yoko ignored her and continued

"You don't where she is either so why would you tell everyone she was fine. She could be in trouble or hurt or worse dead!" Yoko raised her voice with each scenario she listed and although these thoughts had crossed her mind she had periodically forced visions through touching Enid's stuff and each time was greeted with a very alive Enid in a non descript location each time , always in wolf form, always in pain.

She was determined that she would eventually find her and with the help of her psychic abilities she was able to at least keep track of her this way.

"She's not dead" Wednesday bluntly statedm

"Then where is she?" Yoko asked, partly defeated by this conversation.

"I don't know presently" she told her, unfazed by the vampire's outburst.

"So how do you know shes not-" but again her words were aggravatingly cut short.

"She's not." Wednesday raised her tone slightly and looked at Yoko confidently. They stared at each other for a moment, neither one dared to break eye contact or move.

"That's it I'm getting a bunch of people out here to search-"

"Wait!" Wednesday yelled and this time Yoko blinked and gave a look of confusion towards the shorter girl. She had never heard much of any emotion in Wednesday's voice which threw her off guard. "Just hold off for the day and I can assure you if I don't find her by then" she breathed in deeply " then you can send out a rescue squad, tell principal Weems, alert the authorities for all I care" Wednesday reasoned "Just leave it alone for 1 more day". It should have been phrased like a question but instead it was more of a light demand.

Yoko considered it. Wednesday was a seer after all and she knew that if Enid was in trouble one person who would move heaven and hell to save her would be Wednesday. She knew the girl enjoyed creating carnage and chaos when it came to protecting Enid, through her own subtle observations so ...she considered it.

When she got no response from the vampire she resorted to threats " Of course you can try to but I will make sure you are left with a stake pertruding from your heart if you don't want to accept the deal" Wednesday spoke horrifyingly.

"Damn girl ok calm down" Yoko rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender and turned to walk away. She would take the day and save her own life but she was watching Wednesday.

She left but turned over her shoulder one last time

"One. Day. Addams." she reminded the girl and Wednesday nodded subtly. Before making her way into the forest.

......

Enid had surrendered herself to the wolf inside her, allowing her lone wolf status to consume her. She had spent almost a week roaming the woods endlessly, not able to return to her human form due to the physical and emotional pain she felt anytime she tried to. It was easier to stay numb and submit to her animalistic side so that's exactly what she did.

Every time she stopped to rest it was in a different location but she would always find herself returning to the Hyde attack site without meaning to. This time round was no different and she knew why. The remnants of her mate's scent still lingered at the sight and her wolf yearned for that smell, craved it uncontrollably in fact.

Although fully submitted to the wolf, Enid was still able to keep her distance from Wednesday herself. She spent over an hour laying on a pile of leaves before her ears twitched at a few twigs snapping close by. She leapt up in an attack position ready to battle whatever beast might have decided to return. However, once she was hit with the intoxicating scent of her Mate who had rejected her she scurried behind a large tree in a panic.

She was not as subtle as she had thought though because as Wednesday approached the location she caught the sight of a tail disappearing behind the large tree.

"Enid?" Wednesday asked pacing towards the tree, elated that she had finally found the girl after an agonisingly long week.

When she reached the tree, the wolf fell backwards and tripped over her own paws attempting to flee once again.

"Stop!" Wednesday yelled and Enid was unable to fight her instincts which made it impossible for her to move. She did as she was instructed, her eyes filled with pure sadness as she looked up at the darker haired girl who reached out for her.

When Wednesday approached her werewolf, she did the only thing she could think of that would keep her there and stop her from running once again. She opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Enids wolf form, squeezing tightly and closing her eyes in pure relief.

She found her. She finally found her.

"Enid" she whispered and felt her relax into the embrace reluctantly. They stayed this way for a few moments, Wednesday gripping her for dear life knowing that at any moment she could be lost again. She then broke the hug to look at the werewolf worriedly.

Watching the concern that Wednesday so willingly let show caused Enid's feelings to come rushing to the surface. Although happy with Wednesday for caring so much to show her soft side she was still heartbroken knowing that it wasn't because she loved her.

"I'm sorry" Wednesday held her face and stared into her eyes. She had to make her stay. She needed Enid as much as Enid needed her and not seeing the girl for an entire week had given Wednesday enough time to accept how she felt and surrender to the feelings she couldn't control.

Enid just bowed her head in sadness, not yet knowing how Wednesday actually felt. She had given up and given into her wolf there was nothing she could do. She had accepted her status.

"Enid please come back" Wednesday begged which was extremely unlike her and oddly unsettling. It caused Enid's ears to prick up ever so slightly and she raised her head to look up at her mate.

"I can't Wednesday" Enids voice rang throughout Wednesday's head which caused her to instinctively scrunch her eyebrows and bat away the air.

"What was that" she immediately asked curious with

"If you let me in I can speak to you in your mind" Enid's voice floated through her head again.

"What why?" Wednesday involuntarily diverted her attention away from concern for Enid to raising her own defenses at the idea of someone being inside her head. This was an alarming concept that she needed more information about immediately.

"It's a wolf thing" Enids voice settled in her head again "I actually don't know why you can still hear me once rejected the bond is suppose to be severed" she explained and again bowed her head in pain.

"Rejected?" Wednesday questioned, not because she didn't understand the meaning but because she wasn't aware that what she had done had counted as full on rejection. How was she suppose to know this?!

The thought of Enid thinking that Wednesday didn't want her, again, made her heart ache and she instantly realised her mistake when Enid stepped away from her still bowing her head in misery.

Suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Any doubts she had over her feelings for Enid or worry to let the girl invade her comfort zone were gone in a matter of milliseconds and all she could think to do was embrace her once again.

"Please come back to me" she begged once again and after looking past her initial shock Enid whimpered slightly nuzzling into Wednesday's shoulder. She allowed herself to feel again, all the numbness subsiding and being replaced with the medicine that was Wednesdays scent.

Could it really be? Wednesday needed her? Wednesday Addams was throwing away everything her character stood for just to get Enid to return to her. Any doubts Enid felt about Wednesday's feelings faded away and now all she wanted was to just be with her. Whether that be as a friend or a more than friend she didn't care because Wednesday still wanted to have her in her life regardless of her Mate status. This settled Enid incredibly fast and she sunk into Wednesday's hold.

"Please" she heard Wednesday beg again and her heart broke slightly, recognising that she had not said anything yet. Her wolf was happy again, holding onto that ray of hope from the word 'please' leaving Wednesday's lips twice.

Enid breathed in deeply through her snout and let her worn out wolf form retract slowly transforming back to her human form.

Wednesday's gripped Enid tightly, almost suffocating the girl, elated with finally finding her and being able to bring her home.

Her heart cracked at the cries of Enid that muffled into her shoulder as they stood for a moment basking in each others embrace.

Both girls breathing settled and synced with one another while Wednesday stroked Enid's hair to calm her. She gripped her waist tightly with the other arm, unwilling to let her go again, and she allowed a small smile to make it's way across her lips. Just this once she told herself.

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[yandereloversblog]

I've seen a lot of writing about Bonten Sanzu being mean and an asshole (and I lowkey find it fun) but what about a darling who's usually cold and collected, only showing respect to superiors because otherwise she kinda glares and finds everything annoying but when she meets Sanzu she kinda likes him and acts opposite; real sweet and nice but with him only. How will Sanzu take this?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

This lowkey a really cute request, too bad Sanzu's a maniac.

... It seems I have gone overboard but this concept kept turning out too fluffy and I didn't like it 😀 Bonten Sanzu will never be a good yandere to have after you... Unless you've been together with him ever since he was a kid.

Sanzu didn't like disobedient people, especially if they disobeyed him- or god forbid they disobeyed Mikey.

He missed one meeting because of a job he had to do out of Japan and he comes back to hear those Haitani brothers kept talking about a pretty looking new recruit who was being a pain in the ass.

Apperantly they didn't talk to anyone and kept avoiding conversation, only listening if Mikey told them something.

Now Sanzu, rightfully so, felt that his position was being threatened as Mikey's loyal dog.

So obviously next meeting he's going to sit right next to you and give you a glare, wishing that you tried your "I'm better than you" attitude.

Then you actually looked back at him, your eyes locking with his glare and Sanzu saw how you looked surprised for a second, then shyly smiled and gave him the softest hello in a small voice as if to not disturb the others in the room.

Historic moment in Bonten; Sanzu shutting his fucking mouth for once.

Man was shocked, curious, amused and most definitely in love.

As soon as the meeting was over he went to Rindou and started lowkey choking.

"Are you fucking dumb!? Do you not have eyes and ears!? I should kill you for being so stupid!"

Normal fight between them but Sanzu was genuinely angry this time around. He was about to shoo you away and Rindou and his dumbass brother would've been the cause of that.

Sanzu immediately would try to reach out to you and ask you to hang out- he'll be mean about it tho. He'll DEMAND you hang out and give a back handed or sarcastic compliment because he's nervous.

Most likely drag you to these hang outs of executions or parties... Then a few casual dates where you did normal couple stuff... Then him just cuddling you...

And you'd LET him- you even thought he was funny when Sanzu told his stupid dark humor jokes that would definitely get him canceled on Twitter.

The conversation of who was attractive came up once and Sanzu immediately asked you.

"It's definitely me isn't it [Y/N]! Tell these assholes the truth."

"Well I can't deny that~ even your scars are super pretty Sanzu."

Sanzu was also left speechless and he might've kissed you impulsively in front of everyone and cuddled you for the rest of the night.

... Yeah everybody knows now. It was hard to miss because whenever Sanzu saw you he'd basically stick to you like glue. An arm around your shoulder, waist, even holding your hand, hugs from behind, glaring if someone was staring or trying to talk to you.

Sanzu just grinning when he sees you sitting on the couch, immediately going to lay down with his head on your lap and cudde to take a quick rest.

Especially happy when he sees you smile down at him and pat his head but as soon as someone else approaches your expression falls into that cold one.

Sanzu just looking smugly at Ran who's hand was shaken off by you because he placed it on your shoulder.

"Don't bother my [Y/N], Ran. If you touch them next time I'll cut your hand off."

You bet Sanzu's a cocky bastard whenever you come up. Taunting the others because it's very clear Sanzu is the only person you listen to and like -and Mikey of course-

Then he starts to get very possessive. Putting you in clothes that he likes, getting you a collar, being physically more affectionate and giving you hickeys in public.

Giving you very affectionate nicknames and usually calling you "My [Y/N]"

The only reason why Sanzu probably hasn't locked you away is the fact you genuinely only pay attention to him and shoo everyone away.

"[Y/N], if anyone approaches you tell them to fuck off. Don't let anyone lay a hand on you okay? You're mine. If they fucking touch you I'll kill them and then hurt you too so don't let it happen!"

This is when Sanzu starts to get restless... His sober self is literally unable to function if you aren't near him, luckily this only made him more lethal to enemies so Mikey doesn't mind.

Especially the reward Sanzu gets after; your affection and attention only on him, especially your praise when he hugs you.

Sanzu -and all of the other Bonten members too if they loved you- can't exactly stay stable for long if they realize you genuinely love them. It's like finally getting something you've wanted for years and being too scared to let it go.

Sanzu has definitely broken into your place a few times just to steal a few things to keep to himself.

Though it just has to be one little mistake from you... Just one small slip up that Sanzu would've let go of in the past.

You touching someone for too long might be his breaking point and he'll literally bring you to his house, place a shock collar on you and smile.

"This is where you'll be staying from now on [Y/N], and don't even think of leaving or I'll cut your legs of alright? So be a good doll and listen like you always do~"

Then you see Sanzu get on drugs and boy is he overbearing.

Gonna rip the bandaid off and say that drugged up Sanzu will most definitely hurt you nearly to death.

Sober Sanzu revels in your affection to the point he can't breath if he doesn't have it, all because you only love him and no one else but when the drugs hit him he's so overwhelmed he can't help but hurt you.

All while smiling and grinning when you start crying from the pain as he carves his name on your skin multiple times, saying he loves you very much.

You've gotten Sanzu to depend on your affection so much to the point of worshipping, he doesn't want to hurt you but the problem is no one is there to keep him in check, he can't help the overwhelming urge to hurt you because kisses, praises and sex just isn't doing enough, he wants to do and show you EVERYTHING.

But it's worth noting you get somewhat good aftercare at the end. He'll never let you die.

"It's fine right [Y/N]? I'm doing this because I love you, I love you so much that I can't help myself~ Ahh even your tears are just as pretty as your smile~"

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokrev #yandere sanzu haruchiyo #yandere sanzu

[schrijverr]

I Dig You 5

Chapter 5 out of 8

Robin is tentatively excited for her first internship: an archaeological dig in the Netherlands, where she has been studying. However, when she gets there, Steve is there too. The dick of their uni that she now has to work with. Great. But being stuck digging for six weeks makes people bond and maybe he isn’t too bad. Maybe he can be her friend.

AKA an archaeology interns, modern, enemies-to-friends stobin au

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 5: Party

They don’t really talk much about their encounter with Dustin on Thursday, except for mentioning him in their daily reports. Steve luckily remembered to snap a picture of the sherd they showed him, so they can reference the find number.

However, the kid becomes a topic of conversation when he shows up again the next day. This time sans d’Art, but with a gaggle of friends.

At that point they’re digging on the other side of put seven, which is further from the road and next to the forest. It’s a nice area and she is very jealous of people who can afford to live there (and she’s heard colleagues complain about how the government isn’t investing in starter homes, which further cements that she won’t ever afford it).

The lunch break is nearing when the group of teens comes stumbling out of the forest, since they’re no longer right up along the road. Dustin’s voice is the first thing that gets their attention, exclaiming what is likely the Dutch equivalent of ‘Found it!’

They all look up to see him with four other kids, two brunet boys, a black boy and a girl with bright orange hair. Everyone with varying levels of excitement and interest.

Robin immediately looks over to Steve to see his reaction. He looks pleasantly surprised, though also a little unsure, glancing between the group and their fellow archaeologists. Robin gets it, she also doesn’t know how okay it was for Steve to have given a lecture yesterday.

It looks like Astrid is about to call out to the kids, but before she can, Dustin yells again: “Steve!” and waves excitedly.

“You know them?” Astrid asks him, confused.

“Uhm, I kinda told Dustin – the kid there – about archaeology yesterday, because he was interested and told him he could come back if he had more questions,” Steve confesses, looking a little embarrassed.

Robin decides to be a good friends and backs him up by piping up: “He leashed his dog. And didn’t touch anything.”

“That’s great,” Astrid smiles. “We always try to do outreach projects. There would have been an open weekend on this dig if we could’ve organize it with the construction. You can go talk to them some more, if you’d like. It’s nearly lunch anyway.”

“You’re sure?” Steve checks, less tense than before but still anxious.

“Yeah, we’re not finding anything until the afternoon. It’s always right before going home,” Astrid jokes, shooing him away.

Robin can see Steve wants to, but she knows the feeling of being told it’s okay, only for someone to get mad about not helping. So she goes for the best friend award as she grabs his hand and starts to drag him away, saying: “Come on, dingus. I promised them bone facts,” her own anxiety being overridden to help Steve.

As they come closer, Steve fully relaxes, since they’re not being whistled back. He grins and waves as he greets: “Dustin! How are you, man?”

“Steve, tell Mike about the pots. He doesn’t believe they’re cool,” Dustin demands immediately, motioning to one of the brunet boys – the one that is looking sour – to indicate, which one is Mike.

“They’re not cool, they’re boring,” Mike rolls his eyes. “We kunnen ook naar El gaan.”

“He wants to go visit our friend, but she has had a brainshaking and can’t have many visitors,” the red haired girl explains, the last part pointedly directed to Mike, who pouts and crosses his arms.

“Brainshaking?” Robin repeats the word, able to figure out they likely mean concussion, but still thrown off by the word choice and interested.

“Yeah, she hit her head pretty hard and had to have like surgery. They shaved her hair off and everything,” Dustin says.

“Oh, she has a concussion?” Steve asks.

Robin adds in a mutter: “Sounds more like head trauma to me.”

“Concussion?” Now it’s Dustin turns to repeat the word with a cocked head.

“Ik denk dat ‘concussion’ hersenschudding is,” the black boy tells his friend, connecting the dots between the new word and their conversation.

“Oh, yeah, I knew that,” Dustin says, likely not having known that.

“I hope she’s feels better soon,” Steve says, then swiftly moves on from the topic, by saying: “But I can only talk to you about archaeology or our boss will yell at us.” That last part is a lie, but Robin isn’t going to call him out on it. She is too awkward to talk to people about injured friends, she only sees injured people when they’ve been dead for centuries at least.

“Thank you,” the quieter brunet says softly and the others swiftly follow.

“Tell them about why pots are cool,” Dustin demands again, apparently not pleased that his friends aren’t excited about a topic he also wasn’t excited about until yesterday.

Steve happily obliges, catching the others up about why pots are cool in an abridged version of what he told Dustin yesterday. Dustin proudly throws his new knowledge around too, sometimes even interrupting Steve, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s good with all of the kids. It’s weird, Robin thinks.

They learn that the black boy is named Lucas, the redhead girl is Max and the other brunet is named Will. All of them warming up to the topic

“Wow, you’re like some sort of pots wizard,” Will says when Steve finishes up.

“I’m not really,” Steve chuckles a bit bashfully. “I like pots, but I’m actually quite bad with materials, though pots are the easiest for me. I am actually specialized in European prehistory.”

“You can do that?” Lucas asks.

“Yeah, most archaeologists specialize in either an area and period or a material,” Steve says. “It is too broad a field to know everything about everywhere at any time.”

“Another reason why Indiana Jones sucks as a movie,” Robin decides to also be part of the conversation, because these kids are quite fun. “I specialize in archaeosteology, or bones. I’m useless nearly everywhere else, but if you want fun bone facts, I’m here.”

“Can you give me a fun bone fact?” Max asks immediately, eyes lighting up.

Robin concludes that Max is one of the coolest people here and excitedly replies: “When sexing Dutch skeletons the mandible is disregarded, because they’re squarer than usual, so often indecisive or misleading. Though, I must say that sexing a skeleton is always a general indication and can be inconclusive and inaccurate, since people are so diverse. And on top of that, even if you have someone’s chromosomes, the complete data can have degraded over time and cultural factors also play a role when saying who the person was, who the skeleton belonged to.”

Most of the kids are now looking confused and Robin realizes that most people already have a hard time following her, these kids are doing it with an added language barrier.

“Uhm, sexing a body is when you say a person is female, male or intersex,” she attempts to explain it better without lingo, looking to Steve for guidance, who gives her an encouraging nod. “It’s not always easy and you can be wrong, because people are diverse- uhm not all the same,” she goes on. “Dutch jaws are often squarer, so they’re not used in the process, since they can be misleading.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Max says and it’s one of the first times someone has understood Robin and seemed interested. “What sort of places are used?”

“Of course there is like height, you also look at the hips, since you can see if a baby fits through it, and the sacrum – bone between the hips – as well as the jaw, like I said – and the skull. The skull has multiple things, but one you can actually feel is the external occipital protuberance, which is fancy speak for a bump on the back of your head. They tend to be more pronounced in male skeletons,” Robin says.

Hands shoot to the back of their heads as they try to feel it, Mike’s eyes growing wide as he exclaims: “I can feel it,” in an excited voice, despite his earlier sour attitude.

“Ik ook!” Lucas says, which Robin mentally translates to ‘me too’. Her Dutch is getting better she thinks.

“Laat me voelen!” Max demands, the tone of voice giving that part away, along with how she pulls Lucas’s hand out of the way to touch the back of his head, prodding around until she calls out with a grin, likely having found the spot.

“Do you have more bones facts?” Max asks Robin excitedly.

Robin can kind of get why Steve likes this. It’s fun to have willing listeners when talking about a subject you love and Robin sure does love the topic.

“Well, I especially like bones that are malformed, because of illnesses and injuries,” Robin answers, gauging if there is interest in that, smiling when Max lights up and nods, the others also crowding around to listen.

“Well, one that is always really crazy to find is people with a collapsed spine, which is a compression fracture occurs in the thoracic spine- uhm, the middle part just falls. It looks wild, it just folds in on itself. Google a picture one day,” Robin says. “Must be crazy painful.”

Some of the kids wince at the picture she paints, but Max is suitably fascinated.

However, Steve is making a tone it down gesture, so Robin goes on in a slightly different path: “But it can also be smaller, like when people have arthrosis- uhm, I don’t know the Dutch word.”

“Reuma, I think,” Steve pipes up, surprising Robin.

“Like when people get old and their bones hurt?” Dustin asks.

“Yeah,” Robin nods.

“Yeah, then reuma,” Dustin says.

“Okay, reuma then, you can see that, because the cartilage – the parts that isn’t bone, but bone-like, it’s also in your ears and stuff – it cushions the bones, but it can wear away and the pain is the raw bones rubbing together,” Robin says. “You can see when that happens. And it can say something about the person. Which is the whole point of looking at a skeleton. Though you do have to be careful with it.”

“Careful? Why would you be careful?” Mike asks. “If they have the weird bones, they have the weird bones.”

“Well, the chieftain of Oss was famously wrongly aged, due to it,” Robin answers, getting distracted as Steve flails. “You okay, dingus?”

“Oh, yeah, I just love the chieftain of Oss. It’s a beautiful grave,” Steve says. “But ignore me, tell us more about it.”

Robin shoots him a look, mentally noting to let Steve talk about the chieftain, before saying: “He had this vertebrae AKA a part of his spine that was fused weirdly. It has a fancy name that escapes me now, but it made researchers think that he was old, about 60 and obese. In reality, he’s in his 30s or 40s and very muscled, he would have had nothing more than a stiff back sometimes. The reason it’s associated with those people is because they just get more MRIs than the average person.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Max says, eyes shining.

“It is,” Robin agrees excitedly.

“Isn’t the chieftain of Oss that one guy that’s buried next to the highway? My grandparents once took me, something about local pride,” Lucas says.

“He is buried next to a highway, but he was there before the highway,” Steve says, sounding a little amused. “And it’s the most famous Dutch prehistoric burial. Very rich. It’s early Iron Age and a local adaptation of the Hallstatt culture from Austria.”

“Is it really that famous?” Lucas asks. “Didn’t seem that important. I mean, they built a highway over it, right?”

“That was an accident and it’s not over it-over it,” Steve says. “It was found in the 1930s, but they kind of lost the exact location until the late 90s and then the monument was made. But it’s pretty famous, even many non-Dutch archaeologist know about it.”

“And it was found nearby here?” Will asks.

“Yeah,” Steve answers with a smile. “You should read up on it and ask you history teacher about it, because it’s an interesting time. The Iron Age is often a little forgotten between the Bronze Age and the Romans, but it’s fascinating how metal influenced people. We actually are finding Iron Age stuff right here too.”

“You are?” Dustin asks, probably only now realizing that he never actually asked what they’re digging up right here next to his house.

“Yeah, so far it looks like we’re finding stuff from the Iron Age ‘till the Medieval Period, which is pretty common for sites in this area,” Steve says. “They might have been occupied in the Bronze Age too. There was a lot of site continuity, despite the amount of time that passed, people still knew the landscape. For example, the chieftain of Oss was laid to rest with a Bronze Age burial even though he dates from the early Iron Age.”

“They could just have forgotten and accidentally put it there,” Mike protests.

“Sure, they could, good observation,” Steve says and Robin sees Mike fight not to look pleased about that. “But the grave for the chieftain was slightly to the side as to not hit the Bronze Age grave and we see more of certain areas being used for burials for long times, so it’s more likely that people knew about places in the landscape that held cultural meaning. The same as how we are still respectful of churches, even though the religious population has declined.”

“I guess,” Mike mopes.

At that point they’re interrupted by Astrid again, who says: “Hey, not to interrupt the fun, but you two have to go eat, so we can go back to digging soon. We need all the hands, Bas found a well, so we might be fucked and stuck here if Jeroen decides to dig it out today. You always find something Friday afternoon.”

“Of course,” Robin immediately replies, intrigued by the well and not wanting to do something bad.

“We’ll be there soon,” Steve promises.

The kids are disappointed, but allow them to leave, excitedly claiming how they’re going to tell El all about it. Robin pities the girl, if she has a bad head injury and they’re still as excited when they get to her house, but she doesn’t comment on it.

They eat their lunch, lather themselves in sunscreen, then go back to digging.

Jeroen fortunately decides against attempting to coup the well that Friday, something that would have never worked out and would have forced them all to stay late. So, they tape a tarp over it instead and hope no one tries to play Indiana Jones over the weekend or decide to use the putten as biking course – two things, Robin is horrified to learn, that happen more often than they should.

They do try and get as much done in put seven as they can. It’s a pretty crowded put with a lot of sporen, so they likely won’t get to put eight before their internship is over. That makes Robin a little sad, if she’s honest. She liked this excavation more than she thought she would. And more surprising is that a large part of that is due to Steve. Who would have thunk? Not her.

It also makes her realize that this will be their last weekend together, before they split up for the rest of the break.

Steve probably has an expensive holiday lined up to go on after this and Robin will stay here, try to work as much as she can now that she has used up most of her holiday days to do this internship and try to survive the summer until classes start again. By then, they’re both doing their minors, maybe even at entirely different faculties and she won’t see Steve again until the second semester. At that point it is likely that Steve has forgotten all about this summer and their interactions will be like far off acquaintances.

The one person she’s had a click with, will slip through her fingers in about one week. Robin feels a little faint.

So, she’s a bit subdued as they finish up for the week and bike home. Steve gives her a look, but lets her have her quiet time, which she appreciates. She doesn’t know if she is up for talking, there is just so much spinning through her head.

At home they dump their shit and rock-paper-scissor the shower. Steve has a tell (he always does his in a rotating pattern, Robin doesn’t know how purposeful it is or if he even noticed), so she gets first dibs.

It also means that she is already writing her daily report when Steve comes to join her on the terrace, a routine the two have built where they peacefully write together. Robin usually enjoys this time, but today all she can think of is how she’ll miss this, making her sigh morosely.

Steve looks up again and he makes a soft noise, questioning and prompting. Robin sighs again and shakes her head. She doesn’t feel up to answering yet.

At her shake, Steve nods and finishes up his own report. He’s done before her, because she keeps being distracted by her own running brain, but Steve waits in the quiet without making her feel like he’s waiting on her and being annoyed. Companionable silence is a novel, but nice feeling that she hasn’t often had with friends. She’ll miss that.

When she finally clicks her laptop close with a decisive noise, glad to be done with it, Steve breaks the quiet, asking: “Do you feel up to an adventure?”

“An adventure?” Robin asks, uncertain. “What would this grant adventure entail?”

“I don’t feel like eating the food we have and I wanna go explore around town, eat cheap food at some diner and just wander around. My treat,” Steve says. “Just to get out of this place for a bit and be people. Playing tourist.”

“We technically are tourists,” Robin points out, but she’s smiling anyway.

“Maybe you are, I’m here on a student visa. I live here now,” Steve grins widely as if what he has just said is highly amusing. Robin is less loathe to admit than at the start that it is.

“Alright, dingus,” Robin rolls her eyes fondly. “Lets pretend to be people out there. I mean, if it’s your treat… Let’s go wild and have a party.”

“Oehh, already getting out of hand there, Buckley?” Steve jokes, eyes still crinkled.

“You haven’t seen me go crazy, Harrington,” Robin says, like she isn’t way too awkward to have ever gone crazy anywhere. Though she can’t help but feel joyful. It’ll be nice to get out and have some good memories before it all falls apart. Besides, this might help get her mind off it.

~~

A/N:

You can’t tell me Max is not a bones girl, like she’s a weird girl in my heart already and she thinks bones are the coolest and I will not change my mind

I am having a lot of fun telling you all about archaeology, promise I’ll go back to the regularly scheduled plot soon xp

Also, here is my PSA: DO NOT touch the trenches/putten and DO NOT attempt archaeology! I know it does seem like it might be difficult, but there is so much knowledge in the context that so called ‘amateur archaeologists’ (I hate that term btw) ruin, so it’s lost forever. Please, please, do not touch a dig site or something you find on your own, but let professionals dig it up. I promise we’ll love you if you just notify local authorities about it <3

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #stobin au #archaeologists stobin au #the party #the party stranger things #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #will byers #OCs

[cyborg-franky]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

My darlings can I please have Rosinante dressed as a scarecrow for either 5 or 8? Or Barto dressed as beetlejuice for prompts 1 or 9.

Please and thank you and ily both 🎃🧡✨👻

Second part of me and @dusk-bun We are still taking requests for our collab over here!

Corazon x GN Reader Modern AU SFW Prompt: Handing out candy Word Count: 701

You’d moved into a new area recently, had noticed this was a school route, and would always hear kids loudly passing in the morning and at night. So you decided to decorate the windows, and garden and set up signs for Halloween, you made sure you bought more then enough candy if by some strange occurrence you didn’t get many tricks or treaters at lest you could snack on the candy through the evening with your partner.

Brushing down your costume and admiring yourself in the mirror you heard a thump from upstairs, there was a long drawn-out sigh and another thud. “Rosi? Are you okay up there?” You called and heard a grumbled Yeah!

Glancing up the stairs as he appeared he gave you a sheepish wave, how loose pieces of straw and hay fell from his puffy sleeves leaving a trail as he came down the stairs, that was going to be a tomorrow Rosi problem you told yourself as he came to stand by you in the mirror.

He kissed your cheek and the straw tucked around his neck tickled you. You let out a chuckle and pulled away, looking at him, cupping his cheeks, and smiling warmly. He was as excited as you about handing out candy, to celebrate Halloween with people in the area, a good way to make friends you thought plus you loved seeing all the children in their costumes, hearing the giggles and fake screams.

“How do I look?” He asked as you helped to adjust the hat that sat on his floppy blond locks.

“You look cute,” You nodded and leaned up, he came down to meet you, lips pressing together before the first knock of the night sounded at the door.

“Oh, I want to do it first!” He said and grabbed the candy bowl, almost dropping it thanks to his sleeves, he opened the door and stared at the collection of dressed-up children, some as superheroes and some as classic ghosts and ghouls.

The group all shouted TRICK OR TREAT when the scarecrow greeted them with the large pumpkin bowl brimming with candy.

“Wow, everyone looks really good!” He said and crouched down, he had crouched down a lot towering over the kids. “Alright take a piece each and Happy Halloween!” He said with a cheer in his voice as they all grabbed a piece and thanked him.

Your heart felt warm, seeing the man you loved behind so good with children. You smiled as he waved them goodbye, shutting the door and turning to see youm the love-struck expression on your face as you pulled him down for another kiss.

“Such a sweet man Rosi.” You said with a sigh, happy and in love with your partner, he just smiled back and you admired the dimples on his face and the crinkle of crow's feet.

He was about to say something when there was another knock at the door, you wriggled past and took the bowl from his hands, winking at him before you opened the door, another crowd of kids.

“Ah! A coven of witches!” You said and looked at the group of boys and girls in capes and pointy hats before you offered them the bowl.

The night was busy, with many visits from children of all ages, even a few drunk teenagers and adults who thought they could get a cheeky snack on the way home from bars and parties which Rosi would roll his eyes too and end up shooing the harmless sloshed strangers.

Sat on the couch, his arm around you, dropping hay and straw all over the place. “I need a cigarette.” He said with a hum and you shook your head. “Listen, you can go get changed before you put fire near yourself.” You chided and he laughed, gently standing.

“Alright, fine.”

He started to leave the room before he paused and took you in, still dressed up, a happy look on your face as you pulled a blanket closer to you. “Hey,” He started and you peered up at him.

“Happy Halloween love,” Rosi said and you felt warmth in your heart and across your cheeks. “Happy Halloween to you too,”

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Familiar Faces - Calm before the storm Part 3

Summary: Elijah Gilbert has been haunted by dreams of other lives as long as he remembers, but now with the appearance of the Salvatore brother he may finally get some answers.

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Meeting and getting to know Damon before the party had not in any way helped but Elijah thinks coming here with him at all was the biggest mistake, walking by his side though the house had given him the strangest case of deja vu.

It was almost a relief when Caroline returned, almost because of some part of him,

The boy that died at nine, was still annoyed at having to share Damon.

Leaving Damon to Caroline however hadn’t helped much as it had left him open to everyone else, unfortunately, who had taken this, as the first founder’s event since his parent’s death, as the perfect time to tell him how much he was growing to look like his father, a very clear lie he knows, or his uncle John.

And even more insulting, if he was going to start to take his father’s place on the Founder’s council, while part of Elijah wanted to, it had not even been five months yet, they could at least wait until half a year had passed.

His attempt to avoid them by standing with Aunt Jenna failed when she shooed him off after warning him not to bother Mr. Fell, apparently her words were correct, the man screamed slime ball, and Bonnie was pointedly ignoring him as she had the last week or more, it seemed she had decided to ignore being a witch.

He wished her luck, he hadn’t been able to without training a little.

So he’d escaped outside.

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He could see what was happening even at a distance.

The Lockwoods, one of the founding families most proud of their blood and history, the family that almost viewed the title of Mayor as birthright, while Tyler was better than that, his best friend was Matt despite his father’s attempt to push him and Elijah together.

No doubt they weren’t as accepting of their son bringing a waitress as a date, something Tyler would know.

Which would explain despite having listened to Jeremy’s complaints about Vicki and Tyler over the last two days, something Elijah had admittedly used to avoid telling Elena he was bringing Damon, why he hadn’t seen Vicki at all during the evening.

“Vicki?” he called over the grass, letting the empty air carry his voice, Vicki stopped at her name several steps from the mother and son pair.

“Elijah?” three voices said as they recognised him.

“Want to join me for a dance?” he asked but he kept walking to the group.

“She was just leaving.” Mrs Lockwood said before Vicki could,

“Really!” he said in shock as he stopped close to Vicki, keeping his eyes on Mrs Lockwood as he added “already and after the Lockwoods failed to be proper hosts.”

“Excuse me?“ she asked, leaning back at the less than veiled insult.

“I don’t blame you Mrs. Lockwood.” he reassured her, casting a look at Tyler that he hoped would be read as apologetic, he was going to throw him under for this.  “Have you been shown around?” he turned to Vicki offering her an arm now he was close enough. “Come, I'll show you Gilbert's offering to our town.” he told her as she took his arm, “It was one of the last things mom worked on.” he should feel bad at using his mom in this but he’s pretty sure mom would understand.

Mom’s best friend was Vicki’s mom, she wouldn’t have wanted him to stand by as she was looked down on.

“You know if you had wanted to come Jeremy would have brought you?” he reminded her as they got into the house.

“You’d want that?” she asked, looking at him with something he couldn’t name.

“He would have,” he told her and then added for himself “and then he’d be here instead of alone at home.”  He took a breath and ignored the fact he could see his aunt staring, the slimeball not far from her. 

He’d give Vicki, a good night, chase away the memory of being treated like a shame and hopefully with Vicki on his arm people would stop coming to him, and he’d stop remembering a different Founder’s party and hundred years before..

“So dance first or look at the history of our town?” he asked, smiling, she smiled back.

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Damon was a little disappointed he couldn’t have Elijah stand as watch for him, like he had last time but he made do with Caroline as he got the jewel back.

He had enjoyed walking through the house and watching Elijah as he remembered pieces of the last time, his littlest brother had an excellent poker face no doubt years of experience of hiding knowing more than he should.

But Damon knows him a little to well for that.

—-

Later after the dance he had promised Vicki, while looking at the pieces of the town’s history with her, he found himself staring at his name between Damon’s and Stefan’s.

He remembered his excitement as he walked next to Damon as their names were taken, he was a member of the Savatore family, being treated like a grown up.

He was going to have to talk to Zach, he admitted to himself with a sigh, look thought the old Salvatore records, he had already acknowledged EJ was real, that the one before was likely real otherwise he wouldn’t remember hands on him so clearly, why keep denying those before were.

Especially since Damon and Stefan were here, alive after a century, with his the oldest dream-memoires explaining how.

His siblings were monsters, why wouldn’t he also be.

Maybe that was why he was cursed. 

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They were about to return to the dance floor when he felt it.

Bone deep aches and a growing chill. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he grabbed Vicki’s wrist to stop her, the last time he had felt that he had mom and dad, a wave of grief hit him at the thought.

“Elijah?” Vicki asked, looking concerned.

“Sorry to bother you but can you-” he started.

“Take you home.” she finished, “you're having one of your episodes, aren’t you?”

He nodded, the joys of having someone who has known you your whole life.

“Come on,” she wasted no time pulling him closer to lead them out.

“Sorry to ruin your night.”

“You didn’t.” she told him with a smile, he was reminded of when he was much younger and was jealous of Matt, for having a real older sister.

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He’s unable to stop his teeth from chattering when they get to his home, Vicki helping him to the door.

“Vicki? Elijah?” Jeremy’s voice didn’t help his growing migraine, the pitch his voice reached in concern when he said Elijah’s name set his teeth on edge.

“One of his episodes.” Vicki explained as Elijah suddenly found that he was barley supporting himself as Jeremy slipped under his shoulder. 

He lost time as he suddenly found himself on his bed, he blinked as the darken shape of Jeremy learned over him to pull his covers up.

“You ok ,Jah?” Jeremy asked, sounding painfully young, Elijah hated that his issues always seemed to affect them.

“Will be.” he managed to croak and he curled away under the covers and prayed he’d manage to sleep. 

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‘Don’t kill her.’ a voice that sounded like Elijah told him, but the taste couldn’t hurt Damon thought as he lean into Caroline.

He was wrong about that moment later.

'Damnit, Stefan' he thought as his brother explained after he woke up in a cell.

Fifty years, he’d miss his time frame but also he’d miss Elijah’s life.

He wouldn't allow that.

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