#bless you if you read all these tags hope you’re having a beautiful night

[themotherofhorses]

Does handmain!reader braid Aemond's hair? Does Aemond know how to braid his children's hair? PLS THE FLUFFFF

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

notes: DAD!AEMOND DAD!AEMOND DAD!AEMOND

his handmaid's tales | main masterlist

Three hours after sundown, his mother arrives at his doorway, carrying a reading lamp and two books of faith. “Would you like to sit and pray with me tonight, Aemond?” Alicent asks, but her voice soon trails off when she notices the hairbrush clutched in his hand and the twins at his knees. Both boys toy around with their tiny wooden stick swords, offering their grandmother two toothy little smiles.

“Oh, I see that you’re quite busy tonight…” she then adds, in a tone faint with teasing.

Aemond nods where he sits, gently combing out any tangles and snags in his son’s silver-pale hair. “Their mother easily puts me to shame, as she does with most things…” he mumbles, glancing sidelong at his other son, whose own shines like moonglow in a loose braid, “-but I do believe I’ve done a rather fine job with my boys.”   

Alicent hums. “Where might she be tonight? Did you dismiss her?”

Aemond gestures to his bed, where his handmaid lays fast asleep, cuddling around a pillow. As she slept, she had kicked off the blanket and sheets, and the pretty curve of her swollen belly limned in the soft glow from the hearth.

“The babe’s been stealing away most of her energy these past few days,” he tells Alicent, shaking his head. His fingers part the hair into three splits before looping the first over the second and tugging the third into the middle. “The maesters say the name day is nearing, perhaps in another fortnight.”

He refused any looks at his girl; otherwise, he’d drink in the lovely sight a bit too much like a drunken fool, and he’d prefer his mother not bearing witness to such.

Yet Alicent studies the sleeping handmaid, a shadow of a smile flickering across her lips. This time around, she had grown great with a girl, according to the maesters and midwives alike, as well as Aemond himself. He had pined so much for a daughter of his own, frequenting the sept alongside her, to sink onto his knees and pray to the Mother for a baby girl, one blessed with her mother’s features.

She hopes her son receives his daughter. He deserves it that much.

“Would you like for me to tuck in the boys for the night?”

Aemond smiles. “Ah, if it would be no bother to you, mother. I’d appreciate it…I don’t wish to leave her, not when she’s like this…” but Alicent waves him away, kneeling before the boys. “I’ll have them choose a bedtime story, and they can tell me all about their day.” So he kisses his sons on the nose and forehead before whispering a fond goodnight, sending them away with their grandmother.

And as they leave, hand in hand with Alicent, their little braids bounce with every step. The sight gives him nothing but joy and pride.

The fire in the hearth was quickly burning down to embers, and he hadn’t intended to disturb his resting girl, but he couldn’t stop himself from climbing over her. Sweeter than lemon cakes and more beautiful than all the seasons. He rubs at her bump, where hopefully his daughter sleeps too, and kisses her bare shoulder- then her cheeks and lips- and kisses her again when she murmurs in her sleep.

“You’re all I’ll ever need and more,” he breathes, nestling his head against her breast. I love you. I love you. I love you.

At that, her eyes open, and she smiles, stroking his hair. “Tomorrow, I shall braid it,” she whispers.

But Aemond snatches her hand and lifts it to his lips. “No. I’ll braid your hair, my sweet girl,” he promises, kissing each of her fingers, nipping at the skin, “I need the practice anyways.”

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[fayes-fics]

A Blessing

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Turns out the father of your favourite pupil, could end up being your favourite adult

Warnings: none really… this is flirtation and fluff. Developing relationship.

Word count: 2.1k

Authors Note: This is a request fill for Anon (ask HERE) about a meet-cute between single dad Benedict and teacher reader. This is also dedicated to my lovely mutual @bridgertontess on the occasion of her birthday this weekend. Happy birthday my dear! Thank you for choosing the name of Benedict’s daughter in this fic. Many thanks to wonderful @colettebronte for giving this a read through, the title and for her generosity in creating the lovely artwork above. Enjoy! <3

You sigh as you fiddle with your nameplate, awaiting the start of Parents Evening. It’s always a night you dread - having to be polite to the parents of nightmare kids. There are a few pupils you simply adore, but somehow, those parents seem to linger less than those you struggle to find nice things to say about.

One of your favourites - yes, you know you’re not supposed to have them, but you do - is little Georgia Bridgerton. She is cute as a button with blue eyes and chestnut curls, but mostly, it’s her sweet temperament and intelligence you admire. You hope her parents turn up. You are intrigued to meet whoever created this little blessing, although you have only heard her talk of her Dad.

About an hour in, you have talked to six sets of parents of mostly middling pupils. You are just sneaking a look at your phone when someone flops into the chair opposite, and you hasten to drop it back in your bag.

When you look up, your lungs feel tight. Quite the most beautiful man has taken a seat, and you are temporarily dumbstruck as you glance at his name sticker. In the ‘hello my name is’ box, he has written Ben in large looping black letters. The ‘my child’s name is’ box has been left blank.

“I’m sorry, Ben,” you stutter, slightly distracted by his hazy eyes. “I don’t see your child’s name on your tag; who are you here for?” you ask.

He glances down at his navy shirt. “Ah shit, sorry.” Then he immediately winces. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“It’s fine,” you bat a hand. “The kids aren’t here tonight. You should hear me when they aren’t within earshot,” you jest, attempting to break the ice, even as you feel your face prickling hot at just the sight of him.

He laughs heartily, his face creasing up in quite the most handsome way, and you squeeze your legs together reflexively, hidden under the table. Good lord, he’s beautiful.

“I’m Georgia’s dad,” he explains as he stops laughing.

“Oh, my star pupil!” you gush, then have to stop. “Shit, I’m not supposed to say that,” you confess, eyes darting around the buzzing gymnasium to all the other parents and teachers, but no one seems to have heard.

“Or swear…” he adds for you, with a wink.

Oh fuck. You could be in trouble here.

You briefly dip your head, cheeks heated, until he starts talking again. “But it’s wonderful she’s doing so well. She talks about you a lot, to be honest. Always saying Mrs y/l/n is her favourite teacher,” he smiles. 

“I am her only teacher,” you remind drolly, even as you can’t hide how pleased that makes you. “Should we wait for another parent before we dig in…?” you ask, gesturing to the empty chair to his left.

His face clouds slightly, and you worry you have made a faux pas. “Oh, she, uh, won’t be making it tonight,” he says quietly.

“Gosh, I’m sorry that was rude of me to presume,” you cringe.

“No, no, don’t worry,” he placates kindly. “Georgia’s mother left me when she was just a toddler. But six months ago, she cut off all contact and moved abroad. It’s been…” he pauses to sigh and roughly rubs his eyebrow,  “…a tough adjustment, to be honest, mostly for Georgia. It’s been challenging trying to explain gently but honestly to a six-year-old that, in essence, her mother wants nothing to do with her.”

“I’m so very sorry,” you murmur, and part of you itches to reach out and give his hand a sympathetic squeeze as he picks his cuticles, probably unconsciously. “I can’t imagine why anyone would abandon her; she is quite the sweetest little child imaginable.” 

You know it’s unprofessional to say so, but you want to comfort him human to human. And for some reason, you feel completely at ease being open and honest with him. His eyes flick up from his hands, and they are so soulful you once again feel tongue-tied.

“Thank you,” he demures. 

“She talks about you a lot, too, in class. My dad did this; my dad did that. She looks up to you so much. You must be an excellent single parent,” you reassure, then lean forward over the table. “Umm, please don’t let anyone know I said any of this; it’s very unprofessional.”

His face morphs into a look of surprise, and then a lopsided smile tugs at the right corner of his mouth as he mirrors your stance, leaning in. “Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckles as you feel your blood run warm. “But it will cost you….” he adds teasingly.

Your eyes dart to his uncertain. “W-what?” You stumble, genuinely concerned for the first time about your job.

He leans back in the chair, assuming a very relaxed stance, that crooked smile growing more prominent. “Yes. The price is your apple crumble recipe. Georgia brought some home; she said you had made it for the class to commemorate the school centennial. And it was quite the best dessert we have ever eaten.”

You exhale the breath you were holding, relieved and can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. “Deal,” you agree.

This is quite the most casual and flirtatious you have ever been with a parent, and you suddenly become cognisant of it. Sitting up straighter and clearing your throat, you shift gear a little, discussing the details of his daughter’s progress. He listens intently, nods, and asks questions at appropriate moments.

“Usually, I would conclude with suggested things you can do at home to assist your child,” you wrap up, “but, to be honest, for Georgia, I have no suggestions. She is just a delight and could not do any better. Just keep doing as you are; she will go far in this world.”

He clutches his chest, patently proud of his little girl, but you find yourself fixated on the crisscross of raised veins mapping the back of his large hand. Your traitorous brain chooses this moment to give you a vivid flash of that hand grabbing your flesh, making you squeak in your throat and a shiver run down your spine involuntarily, goosebumps breaking out over your arms. 

“Are you alright?”

“Sorry, must be a draught from somewhere,” you fib, tugging at your cardigan sleeve. “Old school buildings and all,” you titter nervously.

He nods in understanding, but his eyes linger slightly longer than necessary on your body.

“Why are you a Mrs if you wear no wedding ring?” he blurts, then looks mortified. “God, I’m sorry, that is really none of my business,” he admits, blushing endearingly.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the idea he checked, but you maintain composure by waving a dismissive hand. “No, don’t worry, it's fine. I’m, umm, actually a widow,” you confess, seeing his eyes soften with sympathy. “Oh, it was a few years ago now,” you preempt the platitudes, “and I never took his last name for work, but I did change to Mrs at the school’s suggestion. I keep thinking I will change back to Ms one of these days, but all my pupils know me as Mrs you know,” you shrug with a nonplussed look.

He chuckles understandingly. “I’m sorry that happened,” he offers more soberly, and you nod.

“And I’m sorry for what happened to you and Georgia. She is doing remarkably, considering.”

Your time together is naturally wrapping up, but you are reluctant to voice it, and he seems in no hurry to move.

“At the risk of sounding completely inappropriate,” he hedges with a very beguilingly almost sheepish mien, “may I have your phone number?”

Your heart pounds, and you resist the temptation to squeal like a teenager or even show it on your face.

“Certainly,” you respond brightly. “I am always available to parents to discuss anything to do with their child’s education,” you try to justify as you scribble your number on a new page of your notepad.

“And what if I don’t want to discuss my child?” He asks quietly, his tone turning smoother, “may I still text you?” 

You almost rip the paper straight through as you try to detach it from the metal spirals. You are certain your face is giving you away now, feeling flushed from your toes to your eyes.

“Yes,” you whisper, nervously glancing to meet his eyes for a brief second that feels blistering as you fold the paper and push it over the table towards him.

His fingertips brush yours as he takes the paper, and your body riots at that simple touch. 

“Thank you,” he says sotto voce. “I look forward to connecting more,” he adds as he stands. You try your best not to ogle his body in his fitted dark wash jeans as he tucks the note in his pocket, but it’s at eye height now. And you try to ignore how his shirt hangs off his broad shoulders when you look up, but mostly, you fail.

You stand too, feeling awkward, and hold out your hand to shake, as you do with every parent.

He looks briefly bemused, then takes your hand in his. It’s warm, the skin soft except for some callouses where he holds a pen or maybe a paintbrush, and the size engulfs yours. You never want to let go. Fireworks explode behind your ribs as his eyes dance even under the harsh gym lights.

“It was wonderful to meet you, Mr Bridgerton,” you parrot your usual parting line at him, but somehow, it feels weighted with additional meaning. 

“Likewise, Ms y/l/n,” he replies pointedly, not using the Mrs, as his thumb swipes distractingly over the back of your hand, not letting go. “And please call me Ben,” he requests duskily, finally stepping away, his fingers gradually slipping from yours.

You just nod, almost unable to speak, not trusting your tongue at this moment. You try not to watch Benedict walk away towards the exit, but again, you fail miserably. 

Less than thirty seconds later, your phone buzzes in your bag. It’s a number you don’t recognise.

BB: I’ll need that apple crumble recipe for tomorrow if you don’t mind. I have a big family lunch on Saturday and have been roped into bringing dessert.

You giggle, your fingers fly over the screen, composing a response in your lap, even as the next parents pull up to take a seat. 

Y/N: Okay… but good luck. Most of the secret is in the prep…

BB: Hmm, then a demo might be best. Fancy being a culinary teacher tomorrow after work?

Your heart flutters hard, and you must mumble an apology to the waiting parents as you can’t resist firing off a flirty response.

Y/N: But what if I don’t want to give away my trade secrets just yet? 😉

BB: Fair. Then my family will have to settle for Tesco’s finest cake instead…

Y/N: I can’t in all good conscience let that happen. OK, you have a deal. 7pm tmrw?

BB: 👍😁

You spend the rest of the Parents' Evening floating on a little cloud. You even smile through the meeting with Damien’s parents, who couldn’t be more aptly named. 

The next evening, when his front door sweeps open, Benedict and Georgia are wearing matching pinstripe aprons, faces so eager. They look so adorable you crack a smile from ear to ear. 

“Where’s your apron, Mrs y/l/n?” Georgia pipes up.

You smile, then reach into your shoulder bag and pull out your trusty apron with a flourish.

She breaks into giggles and does a happy little dance as Benedict gestures for you to come in with an exaggerated bow.

By the time you leave, hours later, they have a delicious apple crumble for their family lunch the following day, and Georgia is sleeping soundly. You have an apron dusted in flour, a tingle on your lips from his wondrous kisses and a lightness in your being that fizzes like champagne.

The following day, he texts that the apple crumble was such a success his mother demanded the recipe on the spot. Then, a few seconds later, another message asking you to drop by. You practically trip in the rush to get out the door.

When his front door sweeps open this time, he’s alone and dressed handsomely in a white shirt with those jeans. You are powerless to do anything but push up onto your tiptoes and kiss him immediately. And when he whispers hotly in your ear that Georgia is staying with her cousins for the night, you almost melt right into his doorstep.

It turns out Georgia was not the only blessing you got from the Bridgerton family.

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[youwouldmissmeinyourbones]

I'm fairly new to Klaroline. There are so many incredible looking fics, it's hard to know where to start. What would you rec as the absolute must-read fics in the fandom? Any length, any rating. Thanks!

Welcome to our crazy little corner of the internet! We are definitely blessed with a lot of amazing fics, so I'll summarise my absolute favourites for you!

These are all on ao3, so please make sure you check the tags/ warnings before reading because I'm not sure what you're comfortable with. You'll also need an account on ao3 to read some of these if you don't already have one.

You may have already seen me raving about make them bow, which is absolutely amazing.

Other than that, we have:

Everything, Everything by Anyaparadox

Caroline and Klaus wake up human in another reality due to a spell. Oh, and they're married, which is absolutely the worst, until it isn't.

This fic was beautifully domestic, and the bitter-sweet ending has me in tears every time I read it. This is 100% one of my favourite fics EVER and I would go as far as to say it's the fic on this list I most highly recommend.

Words: 68, 491

Colored You In by @lalainajanes

AH-AU. Kol's broke (he scammed his trust executor, but don't ask, okay?). Elijah's playing the tough love card, Rebekah has no room (and Kol doesn't want to overhear his little sister having sex, thank you). And Klaus? Klaus will murder Kol inside a week if they're forced to live together. Caroline had a spare bedroom (now that Stefan's moved in with Rebekah) and Rebekah knows Caroline's weaknesses. A pair of Louboutin's and two days later Kol's moving in. It might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Or possible the making of two mortal enemies. Time will tell. But suddenly Klaus is always around. Planted on her couch, offering snarky commentary, eating their food. Seriously, who invited him?

I'm not the hugest fan of AH AU's but this would have to be one of my favourites. It's hilarious and showcases relationships between all of the characters. (Especially Kol and Caroline, which you've gotta love)

Words: 85, 440

Someone That'll Look Like You by @cupcakemolotov

When Caroline Forbes finds herself barreling down the highway with no real memory other than her name, her only clue is the dead body in her backseat. To complicate matters, she's pretty sure that body isn't human. And neither is she.

This fic is super sweet with a healthy dose of Carenzo friendship for good measure.

Words: 23, 214

Sweet Present of the Present by VintageLilac

Time was a human constraint, and Caroline was immortal. Klaus had told her to explore humanity, to do all the thing she wanted in life, and he also told her it wouldn't be enough. She hated that he was right. And so when Rebekah Mikaelson showed up on her doorstep, asking her to take Klaus' daughter, Caroline said yes. -- In which Caroline raises Hope while New Orleans is at war.

Although this fic is absolutely fantastic, you should probably note that it's still ongoing (we're at 21/25 chapters right now) so if you only like to read completed fics you'll want to hold off a bit longer on that one. The author is still updating though so I don't think you need to worry about it being abandoned.

Words: 133, 068 (as of right now)

This is a Harvest by but_seriously

“Ask me to choose you, Caroline,” Klaus continues heatedly, “go ahead, and I will, with everything that I have. But in return, you’re going to have to do the one thing you’ve been fighting since the night I sat on your bedside and fed you my blood. You’re going to have to choose me back. It’s only fair,” and he spits these last words out.

I haven't read this one in a while but I remember really enjoying it so I've added it in. Really, I would suggest taking a look at everything by this author.

Words: 20, 104

I hope this list helps you find something you enjoy. There are so many talented writers out there and a bunch of them just happen to churn out the most amazing stuff for us to read!

#klaroline #klaroline fic rec

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 6 - "you lied to me"

I may have shed a tear while writing this one.

This is a fantasy AU!! No teacher/student!!

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 971

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As much as he tried to run away, Izuku had pulled him in like a magnet. They had fallen hard and fast for each other, faster than Shouta had in any of his lifetimes. 

The time came to confess his truth, to finally break off their relationship and part ways. It would be easier this way, Shouta could let Izuku live on in his memory, young and vibrant as he was. 

But Izuku always did love ruining Shouta’s plans. 

“Shouta, it’s okay. I- I am too.”

He didn’t think he’d ever felt such a feeling before. Was it relief? Distress, maybe… Hope. 

“Why… why didn’t you say anything?” He examined Izuku’s face, trying to wring out any deceit. 

His lover shrugged, smiling. The barely-there crow's feet made an appearance as he nuzzled into Shouta’s hand. 

“Probably for the same reason as you. I wanted to protect this. It wouldn’t work if one of us was mortal and the other…”

Shouta frowned, “I know most of the other immortals in the area, I can’t believe I never noticed you.” he swiped Izuku’s freckled cheek with his thumb. 

“I’ve…” Izuku sighed, “I’ve had a tough life, Shouta. I’m just grateful that I now get to spend the rest of it with you.”

Eternity… he doesn’t say. 

Truly, Shouta should’ve known it was too good to be true. 

He let himself believe that it was possible, that the universe had finally granted him some sort of reprieve. 

Maybe it was his desperation that led him to ignore the signs. Izuku’s aging, his spirit, his beauty. 

Living for as long as Shouta had, you would lose your mind a little more with each passing decade. Cursed immortals like him don’t receive the blessing of death, but rather gradual insanity. 

It was all good, all wrong. 

Not two years later, it all came crashing down. 

Izuku had begun looking tired and lethargic. His smile was strained and his movements painful. Shouta had insisted he go to the healer, ignoring the blaring alarm in his head that screamed this was wrong. He should be regenerating faster than his ailment could harm him. 

“Shouta, don’t worry.” He brushed off every time he showed concern. “I’m fine, they can’t help.”

There was something he wasn’t telling him. 

Weeks later, Izuku had awoken sometime in the night, and he hadn’t returned. After Shouta lay there unable to rest for some time, he threw the covers off of his bed and trudged into the dark of the house. 

He found Izuku curled around the toilet, sitting in a pool of sweat and vomit. 

Immediately he leaped into action, gathering the shivering man into his arms and lifting him. Izuku clung to his shoulders, whimpering at the movement. 

He rushed them to the nearest healer, doing his best to keep Izuku conscious throughout the trip. 

The old woman on duty took one look at Izuku and sighed, waving at Shouta to come through to the back. 

They put him on an open cot, and Shouta immediately forewent the waiting bench, kneeling beside Izuku on the dirt. 

“Shit, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on, Izuku. Please, I know you’re hiding something. Is your curse doing this to you? I don’t understand…”

“Love,” Izuku smiled, motioning for Shouta’s hand. He complied, holding the smaller hand in his own. Izuku’s body had always been small, almost dangerously so, but Shouta chalked it up to genetics. He never met Izuku’s family, assuming they’d passed decades or even centuries ago, like his own. 

But now, with the moonlight pouring in through the window, illuminating Izuku’s translucent skin, he’s sure he had it all wrong. 

He waited a moment, allowing Izuku to collect himself and breathe. 

“There’s a letter… in my chest at home. I explain more…” He sighed, eyebrows quivering, “I can’t imagine I have much longer. I’ve already been lucky.”

“Izuku you’re…” acting as though you’re already dead. “You lied to me about being immortal,” Shouta finished, using all his power to stay strong until he got answers. But watching the tears swell in Izuku’s eyes nearly broke him. 

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, Shouta. It was never with malicious intent, please believe me.” He took a shuddering breath, “I never had long for this life.”

Shouta brought Izuku’s hand to his forehead, feeling the cool skin and pressing a kiss into his wrist. 

Shouta would never be angry at him, and he needed Izuku to know, but he wouldn’t dare interrupt him now. 

“I knew you were cursed when we met all those years ago. I knew I was dying then, too.” Izuku explains, nodding to the woman when she brought him another pillow to prop himself on. “As much as I knew it would hurt, I was selfish. I fell in love with you, and I knew you would leave if I was honest. I just…” He sobs, caressing Shouta’s face. 

Shouta shakes his head, allowing his burning eyes to well, “Izuku you don’t need to justify yourself. I’m so grateful for the time we’ve had together. If I’d have known… I would’ve spent every waking moment treasuring you.”

Izuku chuckled, “You couldn’t possibly make me feel more loved than I already have. My time with you was the happiest of my life. I’ve been alone for so many years, and though it was greedy, I didn’t want to feel that loneliness in death. I know you’ll always be with me, just like I’ll always be with you, Shouta.”

He pulled himself up onto Izuku’s cot and took the man into his arms. 

“I love you more than anything, Izuku.” He murmurs, pressing kisses into Izuku’s crown. 

“Not more than I love you,” Izuku whispers back. 

He took his last breath with a sleepy smile on his face. 

Forever young, just like Shouta.

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[irregularcollapse]

Hi there! This may be a little weird, but I wanted to reach out to you for a few reasons. I’ve been writing and publishing a Captive Prince fic on AO3, called The Mercy of Wild Beasts, for the past few weeks. You probably haven’t read it, because the hit count is still pretty low.

I’ve been reading your fic for a few weeks too, and I LOVE IT. Waiting for each update is like glorious torture. Your prose is so beautiful, and I love the way you reference other works of art. Plus the story itself is amazing, obviously.

I just wanted to reach out because there is a plot point that our stories share, which is the sort of Outlander-esque marriage of convenience to avoid basically being deported situation.

I want to let you know that even though you wrote it, I came up with the idea for my story months ago, and am not trying to copy you or steal your thunder or anything like that!

I’m also not trying to like get your blessing or anything!

I’d been meaning to reach out on here to say how much I love eiat anyway, so I thought I’d also offer an explanation, which I realize might be unnecessary and even seem aggressive.

But no aggression here! I swear! I’m just a girl who likes what you write and think you’re really smart and also don’t wanna come off as completely insane, the chances of which are lowering as this ask get progressively longer. So I’m going to stop now. Have a good night!

Hellooooo fellow writer! I hope you don't mind that I'm publishing this, but I thought it would be good to acknowledge it out loud!

I totally get why you may feel the need to explain yourself, but there really isn't any need. Fanfiction is derivative and transformative by nature, and a lot of the common/well-loved scenarios have roots in romance fiction anyway. I've got no doubt that prior to me starting EIAT, there were other time slip and/or marriage of convenience fics on AO3. We writers are often drawing from the same pool of romance fiction traditions, and so there's bound to be repetition and overlap. What really makes the difference is how we interpret those traditions, and what we do with them! The individual spin and story building that a writer does is the important thing.

And that's the real beauty, isn't it? If a reader doesn't like what I'm doing with arranged marriage in EIAT, they can skip on over to your fic and maybe find something more suited to their tastes (which is, of course, we why tag things hahaha)

I think it's also worth noting that because of the nature of AO3 and the volume of works being produced in a fandom like this, it's impossible (or maybe just unlikely) for anyone to have read everything or to be aware of all of it. I'll confess that I don't even read much fic in general, and the proportion of what I read which is for CaPri is even lower.

That said, I do love an arranged marriage plot, so I'm definitely going to be checking out your story once I'm wrapped up with EIAT (only reason I'm not right now is that I try not to read fic while I'm working on fic! I try to keep my thoughts un-diluted and un-influenced by other people's work <3)

Still, thanks for reaching out! And I hope this alleviates some of the anxiety/uncertainty/strange feeling you had around what a possible reaction from me could be.

PS - sooooooo stoked that you're enjoying EIAT! And thank you so much for the lovely comments on my writing <3 <3 <3

#asks #even in another time fic #just in terms of generalised discussion though #this has raised another train of thought for me #about what constitutes 'copying' in fic #i think that the things which are our own creations should remain discrete to us #as in the details we put in our work which are what we invent #like if i saw a fic with a book called The Damianiad in it etc. etc. i'd be a bit annoyed #i think we have to be kind to our fellow fan creators and ask for permission to create works based off theirs #the intra-fandom dynamic is different to that between source material and fan #ANYWAY I DIGRESS #that wasn't what your message was about AT ALL hahahahaha

[celestial-sapphicss]

Hi!! ☺️

So I have seen you reblog some PatPran fics and I wanted to ask if you could recommend some fics you really liked? I am relatively new and so far I “only” read most of the bad buddy gift exchange challenge ones so maybe you can recommend more? ☺️

Sorry if this is weird!! I just think you are super cool 😎

hi, anon! first of all, you think I'm cool? *blushes for 5 hours*

anyways, this is my moment to shine sksksks I have 29 pages in history just filled with bb fics (@ao3feed-badbuddy is my best friend) so this is gonna be a lost post! @badbuddyexchange has been a blessing really, so much more new content! I have yet to read most of them, because well, college.

I'm a sucker for AUs and pining (because I like to see characters fall in love again and again and again, and I like pain) so most of the recs are gonna be that anon, I hope you don't mind!

(i reblog most of my favourite fics on Tumblr with the tag #fic, FYI)

01. A Day by @7nessasaryevils

02. The Hardest Thing I Had To Do Is Not Kiss You by @ablazenqueen [bonus, art by science, @architectxengineer]

03. 5+1 - Pat+Pran by Becca_Hay

04. ne'er saw true beauty (till this night) by @cubedmango

05. sun, moon, sky (our paradise) by @surajmukhis

06. Knowing You (In All Your Faces) by @faillen

07. my happiness is you by Frosche

08. love me tender, love me true (all my dreams fulfilled) by @nanonkorapat

09. HOW TO HOLD YOUR PRAN: A 5 STEP LIFETIME GUIDE MADE EXCLUSIVELY BY AND FOR PAT NAPAT JINDAPAT by @goldenmorningglory

10. The story of a man with a glowing heart by @gilly-bean

11. resonance by @softlofty

12. no one's got me quite like you by @paint-music-with-me

13. The Absolute Truth by @actually-yikes

14. A Soft Boy in Soft Sweaters by @seeking-moonscapes

15. and when we cease in our folly by science, @architectxengineer

16.come here. by @thecookiemonster77

17. one way or another (undercover) by @talistheintrovert

18. You make me (sing songs about nature) by @chaotic-anssiindustrial

19. tumblr fics by @boyfriendsmalec

20. dancing with our hands tied by @winxteam

21. I’ll pretend that I’m not hurt by @prany

22. But I'm amazed at how we write, It's so chill by @bad-buddy-owns-my-ass

23. Your Love is My Gift by @thisisasupergoodidea

24. come inside of my heart (if you’re looking for answers) by gaywat9000

25. On My Skin, In My Heart by @hazmatilda

26. your home-scented skin by @athousandbyeol

I am terrible at describing my love for stuff, all I do is repeat the same adjectives again and again so trust me when I say that I'm willing to trade my life for any of these fics! 🌹🥺✨😩💖

#bbfic #vi's inbox #bad buddy #fic #i'm sorry for replying so late #i had my finals going on so i was just #SWAMPED #AND THEN I MADE AN ENTIRE POST FOR RECS #but the page got refreshed and it was gone #it had so many recs and so many comments #it took me an hour #and then just 😩 #sorry anon i really dont have the energy left to give little descriptions of the fic AGAIN #i really hope i didn't miss any #i really hope i have tagged everyone correctly #should i try bookmarking? #hmm maybe i will #but then ill get the urge to go through all the fics in my history to bookmark #and thats just not a good idea lmao #anyways #most of these fics are complete & SFW #keyword being #most #also i tried to keep most of the fics free of TWs #but i'd recommend going through the tags first before reading #these are in no particular order btw #i love all the fics from all the authors i've mentioned but these are my favs!

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

A Sheep Farm on the Moon

Chapter 4: Ellie

Summary:

Life without Joel Miller was a blessing and a curse, and now he was back you were having to make your mind up about your future, fast. 

Comments from me:

Content warnings apply, please see tags but also: 

S.A, references to traumatic events, rape, Ellie and David trauma. 

Hope you enjoy this, be aware there is some non-con/SA themes in this chapter around the middle, so please be aware before reading and always check the tags! 

Chapter 4 – Ellie

The groan beside you startles you awake as you feel the person behind you stir. You freeze, trying to remember where you were, who you were with. You notice your snub-nosed pistol on the nightstand, and your rifle at the end of the bed. The plain sheets were no help but then you spot the chip on the bed knob at the foot of the bed, you had made that mark in your first year at Jackson, stumbling home drunk and merry you had accidentally smashed the butt of your rifle into it while setting it down. 

Home. 

The sound of your voice falling from Joel’s lips confirmed the groggy suspicion at the back of your mind “You alright?” He asks as he pulls you back into his warm embrace, his voice was husky with drowsiness, his Texan accent lilting through the air as if the words were sauntering through the air towards you. 

“I’m fine, did we, fuck?” You whisper the question, still trying to piece together the events of the day before. 

“No Darlin’, I hope I made you feel good though.” He murmurs into the nape of your neck and places a soft, wet kiss against your skin. You feel the arousal course through you as you try and keep a clear head. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah you did.” You breathe, smiling at the memory of Joel’s mouth between your legs. It all came flooding back with the feel of his mouth on your skin, the way he made you come undone, the noises you had made. You blush a little, no-one had made you fawn like that before. 

“There’s no pressure Darlin’, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs against your skin, his hardening cock making itself known as he presses you against him. 

“Good, because I’ve wanted your dick in me for months Joel Miller, been pining for you like a horny teenager.” You say as you roll over in his arms, your right hand moves to tug at his hair that curled against the nape of his neck, the other trails down his abdomen to meet his already weeping cock. The moan that passes his lips only turning you on more as you nip at his jaw the stubble coarse and hot on your lips. 

“You sure? Last night you were pretty shaken up.” He asks as he pulls back from your mouth, voice straining as you slowly pump his length. You bask in the soft groans he makes as he looks down at you with those beautiful brown eyes. You can see how hard he’s trying to maintain control as he falls apart under your touch, and that only makes it hotter.  

“I’m sure, I just didn’t think I’d be blurting all of that out on our first night together.” You admit, the heat of embarrassment burning your cheeks. But your pace doesn’t slow, you feel the delightful twitches he makes as you rub your thumb over the slick tip of his cock. 

“It’s fine Darlin’, timing has never really been something we’ve been good at.” He places a soft kiss on your nose. He’s panting now, his body convulsing with every stoke of your hand down his shaft. 

“You’re not wrong,” You chuckle as you pick up the pace, “So, you wanna fuck me Joel?” And that seals the deal, he’s on top of you before you can react, his mouth on yours with a desperate hunger, he wastes no time in forcing his tongue into your mouth. You groan as his tongue clashes with yours, and his hands pry your knees apart. One hand circles your clit as the other palms the flesh of your breast, kneading it forcefully as his thumb and forefinger pinch and roll your nipple to a hardened point. You whine under him as the pleasure builds, the sweet tang of pain and pleasure blinding as his mouth moves down to your neck.

“God I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” He breathes in between hot, wet kisses, nipping and sucking as he moves down your body, his hands now pinned to your thighs as he makes his way down between your legs, “Any chance I got I would jerk off to the thought of you, it wasn’t easy but those few moments, I could forget about everything, and focus on you.” 

“Joel fuck, I’ve not stopped dreaming about this either, I’ve needed you for so long.” Your voice is a whisper as you squirm under him. 

“Going to fuck you good and hard, you ok with that Darlin’?” He asks, his lips hovering over your already dripping cunt.

“Please Joel, fuck me, fuck me hard.” You beg and his tongue slides up your folds, pressing hard against your clit as he sucks slowly, pulling on the bundle of nerves just right that you see stars. Your hands knot in the soft waves of his silver streaked hair, pulling him down onto you. He groans in appreciation and buries a finger in you in one swift motion. The sensation makes you cry out as you feel him fuck into you up to his knuckle, the rhythm unrelenting as he presses in another finger. 

“Good girl,” He whispers as he feels you tight around him, “If you need me to stop tell me, but I need you to be vocal baby, I’m desperate for you.” 

“I will, I promise.” You whine, but you have no intention of telling him to stop, you were as needy as he was and you just wanted to feel him inside you. Joel didn’t ask again as he finger fucked you into oblivion. You hadn’t thought last night’s orgasm could be topped but the waves of fiery euphoria that rocked you until you were screaming his name told you differently. 

“Joel.” You beg, so much said in just one little word, he knew exactly what is was you wanted. 

“You taste so good Darlin’ I could eat you all day, but I can’t wait any longer I need to feel you.” He kisses you before you can respond and the taste of your pussy on his lips is hot, it’s primal, it nearly makes you cum again but you hold on as best you can as you feel him at your entrance, pressing slowly in as he breaks the kiss to watch you squirm beneath him. 

“I love those little noises you make, and the way your sweet little face looks so needy right now baby. Look at me ok? I want to see your pretty little face as I fill you up.” His voice has taken on a darker, sexier tone. You look up and see the hunger in his eyes and you nod, willing to do whatever it is he wants. 

“Say it, say you won’t look away.” He growls as he presses slightly further into you, the sensation is maddening and you mewl under him. 

“I won’t look away Joel, I promise.” You vow as he presses into you in one, the pressure is overwhelming as he fills you with his thick cock, stretching you pleasantly as he lets you get used to it before he starts to move. 

“Good girl, you take me so damned well, you ready?” He thumbs you clit as he speaks, his free hand cradling your ass, holding you against him. 

“Joel please.” You whine, the anticipation killing you as his thumb swipes roughly across your swollen clit. Joel pulls almost all the way out before slamming hard into you, your eyes water at the sensation but the snarling moan that comes our of your mouth tells him everything he needs to know. 

He picks up the pace immediately and the pressure of his large cock inside you is maddening, every time he fucked into you he hit that spot that made you feel dizzy with euphoria. Every circle of your clit was forcing you closer and closer to the edge as his stuttering groans pushed you on. Your second release came quickly as your vision blurred, you scream his name as you arch up into him, his rhythm not faltering as he pumps into your quivering, clenching pussy. He drops the hand that was on your clit to your other ass cheek and fucks into you hard and fast. 

The shockwaves of your own orgasm driving you through the overstimulation like a wildfire. You come again from the pressure of Joel’s unrelenting thrusts and then you hear it. The guttural snarl of Joel’s climax, it’s so raw, animalistic. You feel the heat of his spend coat your walls as he slumps forward, his head hitting your sternum with a soft thud. 

“Fuck that was-“

“Fucking fantastic.” You finish for him and he chuckles, pressing light kisses to your dewy skin. 

“We should do that again sometime.” He breathes and you hit him playfully on the shoulder. 

“Give me a few hours and you’ve got a deal.” You tease but you feel his softening cock twitch inside you, making you shiver. He lifts his head and his eyes are still hungry as he locks onto your own. 

“Why wait?” He murmurs, and pushes up into you as his mouth crashes into yours. 

***

The lambs were coming thick and fast and each one needed assistance. Joel and Ellie helped as best they could, Ellie was even getting in on the birthing. You were trying not to let the soreness between your legs bother you, if anything, it was liberating. More importantly, sheep were terrible at birthing so you needed to focus. 

“Alright Ellie, this bit gets pretty nasty.” You warn, you were up to your elbow in the sheep, cradling the fetlock’s of the lamb’s hind legs. You nod to Joel who had both hands ready to grab either one of the back legs of the breeched lamb. In one swift movement you pull the lamb’s legs straight.

“Now!” You yell, and Joel heaves with all his might, the lamb came out in a pool of stale, pungent, yellow fluid, you quickly wipe the mucus from the lamb’s nostrils before letting the ewe take over. Breeched lambs were always a nightmare, with very few making it, even before the end times. 

“There we go Dorothy, look at that little baby.” You croon as you wipe your soiled hands on your overalls. 

“That was fucking disgusting!” Ellie roared with glee.

“Ellie!” You and Joel scold her in unison and you catch each other’s stern glances before breaking out into wide smiles. The way he looked at you, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking, was everything you ever thought it would be. It made your heart feel full, and seeing the way he looked at Ellie gave you a similar feeling of joy. There was so much love in the hard talking, rough man, and he was sharing some of it with you. 

“I stand corrected, that’s fucking disgusting.” Ellie says as she looks at you both, her eyes rolling dramatically. You swat her arm with a fluid soaked hand and she shrieks. 

“Not cool! That’s so gross!” Ellie shouts at you but you just laugh, you love how explosively expressive she is. How quick to emotion she was. 

“Shut up Ellie, or I’ll make you pull the next one out.” Joel grumbled, he was covered in birthing fluids, just like you. He looked unimpressed, but he tried not to make a big deal out of it.  

“I don’t think anyone else is ready to lamb today,” You say as you survey the neatly sectioned off pens, only three more ewes were due to lamb by your calculations but you were ever cautious. You watch the new mothers clean up their kids, natural instinct kicking in the moment they set eyes on their young. It was a welcome sight to see so many pull through, you’d already lost two lambs this season, “But I’m going to stay here this evening to keep an eye on them just in case, but first I need a shower and some food.” 

“You and me both,” Joel groaned as he rolled his aching shoulders, “Meet you at the Tipsy Bison in a bit?” 

“You betcha, see you soon.” You agree as you watch Joel and Ellie leave, Ellie already talking Joel’s ear off as they left the pen. 

You sigh and look around, tending to each of the pens to make sure all the lambs were being looked after. One mother had rejected her lamb but you had quickly found a mother willing to nurse two lambs. You had missed the sheep, and now Joel being back, for good this time, you didn’t feel so sure about leaving Jackson. You dust yourself off, patting Dorothy on the head as she tended to her newborn who was already bright and perky, bleating as he stumbled around. The sight filled you with a joy you hadn’t felt since you were a kid.

As gross as it is, this part of shepherding is pretty damned beautiful.

You think to yourself, trying to force yourself to go home, the potential risk of a lamb coming overnight was unlikely, but you always got the jitters this time of year. You’d seen the devastating consequences to both mother and lamb first hand, burned into your early childhood memories like a brand. You shudder and try and shrug off the memory as you turn, only to be faced with another kind of unpleasantness. 

“Hey there sweetheart, got yourself a little dirty there,” You groan as you hear Cameron’s sleazy voice from the gate, “How bout I clean you up?” 

“Cameron, fuck off.” You grumble, too emotionally exhausted to be dealing with him. 

“All this time I’ve been treating you so well, only for you to get yourself dicked by that old man, fucking pathetic.” He hissed as he pushed against the gate, unsure of where the mechanism was, he fumbled, the gate rattling impotently as you stride over with fury in your eyes. 

“Don’t you come in here disturbing the sheep you dickless asshole.” You say, the rage building in you slowly, protective instinct flaring in the put of your stomach as you finally snap. You’d put up with Cameron’s shit for too long, let him get away with it too many times. And there would be hell to pay if he upset the goddamn sheep. You know you should have gotten Tommy involved, but you were just so checked out of Jackson, you didn’t think you’d have to deal with him much longer. 

“I’ll show you dickless.” He snarls as you see the Colt 1911 in his hand, pointed at your stomach. It was Tobias’ Colt, your spare pistol you kept in the downstairs liquor cabinet in case of emergencies. You could see the silver filigree on the barrel that you helped your dad pick our for him for his eighteenth birthday. The sight makes you sick. He had been in your house, touching your things. 

He took Tobias’ gun.

“Cameron what the fuck are you doing?” You hiss, frozen in place as you feel your blood go cold. He releases the mechanism of the gate, shutting it behind him. The smell of amniotic fluid was thick in the air and you could see Cameron’s nose crinkle in the half-light of dusk. 

“Taking what I’m owed you fucking whore, you’ve fucked around most of Jackson, why not me?” He spat, the gun trembling in his hand. You weren’t willing to die, not now, not by him, but the alternative was almost as bad as you tried to find a diplomatic option out of this situation. But all you could see was the barrel of your brother’s gun pointed at you. 

“Cameron, please, we can work something out why don’t you just put the gun down.” You soften your tone, trying to appease your attacker. Your hands are up as you back away slowly, trying to present as docile a front as you could muster. 

“I won’t, fuck you bitch,” Cameron yells at you as he presses himself against you, “I’m having you tonight it doesn’t fucking matter if you smell like sheep and piss.” He shouts as the cold barrel of your brothers pistol presses to your sternum. 

“Cameron please.” You whimper, tears streaming down your face as you walk backwards, slowly Cameron pushes you against the structural beam of the shed. His mouth finds your neck, harsh, painful bites sinking in along your shoulder. He smells like whiskey and your temper flares again, he best not have been drinking your whiskey. 

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll feel good after this.” Cameron growls into your neck and you steel yourself, your hands moving up to grab the pistol like Tommy had taught you if someone got this close with a gun. He was drunk and impulsive, you had a chance to wrestle it from him if you just timed it right. 

“Cameron please, stop.” You repeat, trying to sound as weak as possible, your hands cold and sweaty as you hold your breath. 

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice is trembling and his free hand forcefully grips your right breast, you cry out in pain but that only spurs him on, his hand drops from your breast to your groin and he grips hard. You shove him instinctively and you know you’d made a mistake but your vision was blurring into a white haze. 

Things move slowly as you feel yourself snap. You hear the gunshot but don’t care, the burning pain slicing through your right cheek and ear inconsequential, your body was moving on its own ignoring the pain and smell of singed hair. You yank the gun from his hand with a twist and grip the warm barrel as you smash the pistol towards the side of his head. 

“Bitch!” He cries as he blocks the blow with his arm, but your strike is hard enough to still find its mark, crashing his forearm and grip of the pistol into his head but the only thing you manage to do is piss him off more. His punch connects with the graze on your cheek, the pain blinding as he punches you again and again. The gun falls from your hand as you hit the floor and you curl into a ball, trying to protect yourself as he continues to strike you as he tries to get on top of you. 

He’s screaming at you but you don’t hear it, you’re shutting down, trying to block it all out, maybe he’ll get bored, maybe Benny will see what’s going on. You had your chance but you blew it. His hands were on your neck, choking you until your vision blurred. 

Joel. 

You feel yourself going weak and Cameron rips your arms apart, his beady eyes are glowing with triumph as he kicks your legs apart at the knees. You close your eyes, humming loudly as you try and block it out, the way he’s groping you, trying to get the zipper of your jeans undone. 

“Hey asshole, get the fuck away from her.” Ellie’s voice cuts through the pounding roar of the blood in your ears and you hear the wet squelching crunch of something hitting Cameron hard. Blood and tissue sprays over you as you feel him fall away in a heap to your left. Ellie is calling your name but you can’t open your eyes, you shake your head. You want to scream, to run and never stop running, but you can’t, you’re stuck.

“Hey are you ok?” Ellie asks you but you don’t move, you were sore but nothing felt broken, maybe your cheek, but the terror was what is trapping you in place. All you could smell was gun powder, sweat and blood. A heady noxious cocktail of violence trapping you in the moment. Freezing you against the straw covered ground. The bleating of the sheep somewhat comforting as you feel the tears stream down your face. 

“Ellie what the hell?” Tommy yells as you hear him gasp, “Well shit.” 

“He was attacking her, I couldn’t do nothing.” She argued, but Tommy didn’t care about Cameron, he was already by your side, a hand on your arm as he tries to rouse you. 

“Hey, sweetheart you ok?” He asks and you finally nod slowly, but you still couldn’t open your eyes. 

“Tommy, he tried to-“ You try and choke out the words but your breath catches in your throat as heavy sobs burst out of you in halting gasps. 

“It’s ok, he’s been dealt with, you’re ok.” 

“Tommy? What the hell? Ellie?” Joel’s voice slices through you like a knife and dread fills you, you feel guilty for letting Cameron touch you, for making Ellie do something you knew was unspeakable to save you. You were to blame, you just knew it. You felt Tommy remove his arm from you as his older brother took his place. 

“Oh Darlin’, no.” Joel says softly, his familiar, calloused hand is on your cheek, “Hey, look at me.” He pleads and the sorrow in his voice is enough to force you to open your eyes. You meet his bleary eyes as he holds you. It breaks your heart to see him like this, because of you. 

“Joel, I’m so sorry,” You sob, “I’m sorry.” You repeat over and over and he pulls you against him. The woody scent of pine, sawdust, and lavender comforting you as you buried yourself in his flannel shirt. 

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for Darlin’ you did nothing wrong.” He murmurs into your hair as he rocks you gently back and forth. Another pair of arms joins the embrace as you feel Ellie wrap herself around you both. 

“We got you Sheep Lady,” she said softly, her voice trembling with adrenaline, “Ain’t nobody hurting one of our family and getting away with it.” Her words hit you like a bolt of lightning and you sob as you busy yourself in their joint embrace. 

“You did well Ellie,” Joel grumbles, wrapping a free arm around her so that you were all fully entwined, “I wouldn’t have finished him off so quick.” He growls, the threat real in his voice, but you knew he was trying to just be supportive. 

“So, he’s dead?” You breathe eventually, your heart rate dropping at a rate of knots. 

“I mean, if he isn’t, he will be.” Joel snarls and you know he’s eyeing the body beside you, the anger in his tone told you that.

“Ellie, I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have had to do that.” You whisper but she laughs. 

“That asshole was going to hurt you, I couldn’t let him do that, men like him deserve to die.” Ellie’s tone is darker now, there was something unsaid in her words and your heart aches. 

“Thank you Ellie, I owe you one.” You whisper and reach for her hand. She takes it immediately and squeezes it tight. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

Tommy made his excuses after a few minutes, going to get some guys to help him move the body, but you didn’t linger. You make sure Joel takes the bloodied pistol with you, you didn’t want to touch it but you didn’t want to lose it either.

Joel and Ellie buttressed you on either side of you as they walked you home, guiding you as you stumbled along, mind foggy and legs weak as the adrenaline wore off. You’re exhausted. 

You get back to your house and Joel stitches your cheek up, wiping it and your ear with alcohol with a gentle care you almost didn’t expect from him. He showers with you, washing you down and drying you off with the most featherlight of touches. He made sure not to touch you unless he had to, before bundling you up into bed. 

“Alright Darlin’ get some sleep.” Joel kissed the top of your head as he tucked the blankets up around you. 

“Not staying?” You know you sound pathetic, like a child, but you don’t care. 

“Ellie and I are going to keep an eye on the sheep for you, I’ll be back I promise.” He says softly as he smooths his hand over your hair. 

“Ok, look after Dorothy for me, she had a hard night.” You mumble and you smile at Joel’s incredulous laugh. 

“You’re something special Darlin’, thinking about the sheep even now.” His tone is soft, so sickly in its affection that you almost wrinkle your nose at him. 

“They’re my responsibility Joel.”

“And you’re mine, now sleep.” He orders and you nod softly before letting yourself settle down amongst the sheets, the sheets that still smelled like Joel from the night before. 

***

You dream of Tobias, your mother, your father, Ellis and Ben. 

It was the night of the end of the world, you had refused to eat anything all day, you were upset about something stupid and had sulked in your room. It was the night you had decided to run away, packing your bag with a first aid kit, some snacks, a blanket and your favourite book. It was a silly, ambitious plan of a ten year old acting out, but it saved your life. 

You toss and turn, the dream quickly turning into a nightmare as you remember descending the stairs, the ruckus startling you as you thought everyone would be in bed. Then you saw them, crazed eyes, tearing apart your neighbour in the dining room. Even Tobias, the one person you trusted in the world, he was there, looking at you with empty, cold eyes. 

You ran, through the sheep fields, not stopping until you were found by a military patrol at the edge of your land. The patrol picked you up and took you to the QZ in Montana. The whole time you couldn’t get the image of your family out of your mind, it was then your childhood ended. 

You were older as the dream shifted and changed, you’d snuck out of the QZ, you were maybe sixteen, and you knew the way home, it was mapped into your brain. The sheep were thriving, the farmland awash with weeds and broken fences, but you couldn’t stop, you knew you’d be found out. 

You entered the house, it was untouched by human hands, which surprised you, but you continued on regardless, seeing what was left of your family home. You were bold, reckless as you rifled through the cupboards and drawers, you didn’t hear him until it was too late. The Clicker, Tobias, was on top of you before you knew it and the silver chain around his neck told you it was him. The Saint Christopher’s pendant dangling above you as you barely managed to hold him off. 

The gunshot rang out and Tobias’ body fell away from you in a cloud of blood and smoke. Your saviour, a female FEDRA officer whose name you no longer remembered, had followed you to the house. She helped you find what you were looking for, the Winchester that was your dad’s, Tobias’ Colt, and some other keepsakes that you had since lost. But before you left, you had taken the pendant from Tobias’ neck, placing it around your own. She had disapproved but didn’t stop you. 

“Darlin’ you ok?” Joel’s voice broke into the dream but you couldn’t see him, the kitchen was gone and you were back in the sheep pen. You could see Cameron, his body over you as you tried to fight him off this time. 

“Joel.” You whisper as you see the same cold, dead look in Cameron’s eyes as you had seen in Tobias’. He was lunging for you neck again, but this time you could see the tendrils of Cordyceps hanging from his dead lips. 

“Darlin’, it’s ok I’m here.” Joel’s voice was louder this time, pulling you away from Cameron’s attack. 

“Joel!” You cry out as your eyes burst open. 

“Darlin’ I’m here it’s ok.” Joel is cradling you from behind, the bedroom is dark as you gain your bearings. His voice soothed you as he rubbed his thumb over your hand, you were sweating profusely as he held you right. 

“I’m sorry I had a bad dream, I’m sorry.” You say softly, your voice trembling. 

“Nothing to apologise about, I have them all the time.” He says softly, holding you gingerly against him as if you were made of glass. 

“Joel I’m sorry I didn’t want that for Ellie, for you to see me like that.” You fumble but you just don’t know what to say, your head is spinning still. 

“Just go back to sleep, we’ll figure this out.” Joel promises, and you believe him, but you can’t get back to sleep, your body is on fire. You lie awake, watching the digital clock cycle through the minutes until you force yourself out of bed after an hour. You weren’t getting back to sleep, not today. 

You make your way slowly down to the kitchen and make a large batch of coffee, Joel had put Tobias’ Colt on the dining table and you could still see the blood in the grooves of the once silver filigree. You take a steadying breath and walk over to the fireplace, removing the Winchester under-leaver from the mounts, placing it on the dining table next to the pistol. 

You stare at the pair of weapons for some time, trying to decide what to do. You finger the silver chain around your neck, the round pendant so familiar you could see the engraving in your mind as you trace it over and over with the tips of your fingers. You get the gun oil, rags and cleaning tools from the cupboard under the sink. You set yourself down and begin to strip the guns. They were in terrible condition, blood and brain matter notwithstanding, and the simple task kept your mind busy. 

The sun was rising as you finished, the rags bloodied and blackened by the time you were through. Both guns looked as good as they ever could and you feel a little lighter, a little less fractured as you hold Tobias’ gun in your hand. You turn it over and over, inspecting every crevice for blemishes or marks. 

“What’re you up to?” Ellie’s voice startles you and you bolt upright, almost falling backwards over the chair as you faced her. She was sat upright on the sofa her hair a birds nest on top of her head as she eyes you blearily. 

“Jesus Ellie, what the fuck are you doing here?” You ask, your heart rate sky high. 

“Joel said we should stay just in case you needed us, don’t shoot the messenger!” Ellie barked, her hands up in surrender. You crack a smile as you see her, disheveled on your sofa, but bright and ready to defend herself no matter what. 

“It’s fine, you just startled me is all,” You say with a shake of your head, “Want some coffee?” You ask and Ellie’s face scrunches up in disgust. 

“Fuck that, it’s dirty brown water.” 

“I will though.” Joel’s drawl fills you with warmth as he rounds the base of the stairs, sauntering into the hall with just a T-shirt and jeans on, his feet bare and hair dishevelled as he yawns loudly. 

“Morning.” You say softly as he cups your cheek gently, he turns your head back and forth gently,  inspecting the graze quickly before bending down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You return the kiss, still addicted to every little touch, each small press of his skin on yours. 

“Morning Darlin’,” He breathes against your lips before breaking away to get a cup of coffee from the pot. 

“I’m going to go check on the sheep, Tommy and Benny took the shift overnight for us, but we need to make sure your little lambs get here safely.” Joel says as you nod along a smile creeping onto your lips as you hear him talk about the sheep so affectionately.

“You two stay here, look after each other alright? I’m going to take a shower.” He says as he drains the last of the coffee. 

“Fine by me,” Ellie says with relief clear on her face, “I can still smell the sheep in my nostrils.” She wrinkles her nose as she sniffs her shirt. 

“Then go and shower you filthy animal.” Joel teased and you smile as Ellie pokes her tongue out at him, he returns the gesture with a frown and your heart melts at the tenderness between them, a stark contrast to the uncomfortable tension you had felt between them all those months ago. 

“Make me old man,” Ellie challenges him as she throws a pillow at him, he catches it and gives her a warning look, “Pff, still got some reflexes left in that tired old body.” You have to catch yourself before you say something inappropriate but Joel catches your gaze and you feel the heat of arousal in your belly as he gives you a pointed look.

“I’ve got to go, be good.” Joel growls at Ellie as he launches the pillow back at her before running off, climbing the stairs to get showered and dressed. 

“You two have really grown close these last few months eh?” You ask Ellie as she joins you at the table, drumming her fingertips on the tabletop as she looks up at you with hard eyes. 

“A lot happened since we left, Joel almost died, we ran into crazy Christian Cannibals, some other shit too, it was a lot.” Ellie explains in a tumble of words as she looks away from you, there was something unsaid in her words but you didn’t press. 

“That is a lot, damn, you two deserve some peace after all that.” You say softly, as you reach for her hand, to your surprise she doesn’t shy away as you squeeze it gently. 

“That’s an understatement,” Ellie says softly as she looks back at you with a sad smile, “I’m just glad we came back, glad you stuck around, I don’t think Joel would have forgiven himself if you had moved on.” Your heart clenches at her words and you try not to cry as you realise how much you cared for him. 

“I was close, I’d actually told Tommy I was leaving the day you guys came back, complete coincidence but if you hadn’t come back that day, I’d have been long gone.” You admit, the reality of the near miss heavy on your mind as you heard Joel’s heavy boots thudding on the wooden floors. 

“I’m glad you didn’t go,” Joel says, the sadness in his voice was both a comfort and a stab to the gut, “I’m glad you stayed.” His hands come to rest on your shoulders, squeezing gently as you lean back into him. 

“So am I,” You reach for his hands and squeeze them with your own as he places a tender kiss onto your lips from behind, “Now go, the sheep don’t like to be kept waiting.” 

“Alright, but I’ll be counting down the hours until I get to-“ Joel stopped and you look over to Ellie who was making exaggerated dry heaving sounds and miming vomiting behind the tabletop. You can’t help but laugh, the dynamic between them refreshing as you lean back and take in the rosemary, lavender and woody smell of Joel tucked into you. 

“Tan your hide for being such a smartass.” Joel finishes as he shoots Ellie a glare. 

“You’ll have to catch me first.” Ellie huffs but the smile on her face is infectious and soon you’re all smiling at one another before Joel heads out reluctantly, leaving just you and Ellie. 

“So, do you want to help me out in the garden?” You ask as the door clicks shut and silence settles between you. 

“Sure, what needs to be done?” She asks eagerly, springing up from the table and you ruse with her. 

“First, we need some fertiliser.” You say with a smirk and Ellie’s face crumples into a frown. 

“This is going to smell isn’t it?” She asks with a groan and you flash a wicked grin at her. 

***

Two hours later you had wheeled four loads of manure into your back garden, Ellie taking on the most of the work as your body was just sore, the bruising and split skin of your face the least of the problems. The old bruising on your rib had been irritated and the cough you were developing was beginning to make you worry. 

“Right,” You say before hacking up on your sleeve, the blood and phlegm coating the back of your hand, thick, hot and sticky, you wipe it off before Ellie turns to look at you in concern, “Start shovelling the manure amongst the flower beds, rake it through gently, but don’t disturb the shoots while you do.” You instruct Ellie for a while as you sit at your bench, the pain in your side easing as you rest. 

“So, do you love Joel?” Ellie asks after she plops down on the bench next to you, the task at hand done, her brow coated in sweat. The question catches you off guard and you consider it for a moment before smiling so hard your split cheek burned. 

“I think it’s a bit soon to be talking about love, but,” You pause, knowing the seeds of love were already well entrenched in your heart, “I couldn’t say no, because that would be a lie, oh I don’t know.” You admit, the question gnawing at you. 

“Feelings are hard,” Ellie says with a sagely sigh and you smile at her creased brow, “I wish it were easier to forget sometimes.” Her voice is muted, distant as she speaks. 

“I’m with you there, there’s a lot of things I’ve had to confront, face head-on, before I could let them go enough to stop bothering me.” You admit, the nightmare of the previous night just one of many that came back to haunt you.

“Yeah, I bet, you’re so old.” Ellie tries to lighten the mood but you know it’s half-hearted. 

“Yet too young to know it all, you can always talk to me about these things Ellie, it’ll always stay between us.” You say softly, wishing you had someone when you were growing up, but FEDRA wasn’t about feelings, it was about function and that had harmed you more than it ever helped. 

“Thank you, I will, but not today.” Ellie said a little more light in her tone as she looks to you with a lop sided smile on her face. 

“No rush, just want you to know I’m here for you, always.” You squeeze her shoulder and she surprises you by launching into a full hug, arms wrapped around your waist as you wince a little at the pain in your side. 

“Thank you,” She whispers into your side and you feel a great warmth in your chest as you hold her, it was a pure, deeply familial feeling you hadn’t felt for years, “Thank you.” She repeats and you smooth her hair with your hand as you dip your head to rest on top of hers. 

“Anytime Ellie, anytime.” You murmur and you stay there, clinging to one another as if you would float away if you let go. A shared feeling of grief, bonding, and acceptance settling over you both. 

“Jesus we smell like shit.” Ellie eventually broke the tender moment, making you laugh deep in your chest and you agree with a nod.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up, I’ll make you something to eat you must be starving.” 

That evening, you, Joel, and Ellie go to the town hall and watch a film together. Ellie is sandwiched between you both, refusing to let you sit together, claiming you’d miss the movie for all the canoodling. She wasn’t wrong. 

Joel’s hand rested on the back of your neck all evening, his thumb lazily stroking over the curve of your neck, sending ripples of sweet, tender joy to your heart. Your hand was circling along the soft smattering of body hair at the base of Joel’s spine, you could feel the small, restrained shivers under your fingertips that made you smile in triumph every time. 

You’d seen this film, hundreds of times, it was a favourite of yours before the end of the world. You were mouthing the lines along with the dialogue and Joel caught you a few times, the corner of his mouth twitching up each time as his hand clamped down on your neck affectionately. 

“I would have followed you by Brother, my Captain, my King.” You mouth along with Sean Bean. The bittersweet knowledge that the final film was lost to time, the outbreak hit months before it was due to release in theatres, but at least you still had the books. Ellie let out a soft sob between you but said nothing as the film flowed to its conclusion. The lights came up and the hall was abuzz with excited chatter. Few people here had seen it before it seemed and the thought made you a little sad.

“Oh my god, I can’t wait to see how this pans out, does Tommy have the rest of the films? It’s a trilogy right?” Ellie is animated as they leave the hall, excitement tumbling out of her like a swarm of bees. Happy, excited bees. 

“Uh well,” You start, eyeing Joel with a guilty look as you prepare to tell Ellie the truth, “The third one never came out, it was due in theatres two months after the outbreak.” 

“Well shit, fucking Cordyceps.” Ellie groans.

“I do have the books though, remember the one that you said was as big as your head?” You say softly with a grin.

“Can I borrow it?” She asks as her eyes go wide, you’d reached your front door and you nod. 

“Let me go get it, hold on.” You nod as you leave them at the bottom of the steps. You head straight to the bookshelf and pick up the rebound copy of the trilogy and turn to the front door. The coughing comes back with a vengeance and you see stars, copper coating your tongue, as the pain in your side intensifies. You hack over your sleeve and you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps on the porch before you can respond. 

“I’m fine!” You yell, wiping your mouth on your sleeve as you straighten up. Joel hesitates at the door and you smile up at him, hoping you had gotten all of the blood off your lips. 

“You sure Darlin’? Want us to stay tonight?” He asks, his hand already cupping your cheek. 

“No, it’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You smile and rock up onto your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Plus what would the neighbours think? You staying here all the time?” You joke and the crease in his brow softens as he bends down to kiss you again, a little harder this time. 

“Who gives a damn what anyone else thinks?” He grumbles and you smile. 

“Alright go on, Ellie, here’s the book.” You say as you reluctantly pull away from Joel to hand it to Ellie.

“Thanks!” She beams, then frowns as she feels the weight of the book. 

“It’s a heavy one but it’s worth it.” You say with a sympathetic smile. 

“Alright, see you tomorrow Darlin’.” Joel is at your back, pulling you into his embrace from behind. You lean back and melt into him, you sigh, not wanting to let him go. But you needed to be, at least for tonight. 

“See you tomorrow Miller, night Ellie.” You say, already lost in thought as you made plans to see the doctor in the morning. 

I hope you enjoyed this! Please leave C&C and reblog if you enjoyed it! - TWWAKT

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Possible tw.

Honestly I think they use that tag to convince themselves that they aren’t supporting unhealthy and wrong things and yet their posts prove otherwise. It reminds me of ppl who are like “I’m not racist. Buuuuut..”

Also ik I’ve never seen you before but I can assure you that there’s nothing wrong with your body. Yea social media and other people might try to convince you that there is but honestly more than likely they’re just doing that because they’re insecure with their own bodies. And besides, no one is perfect. Even the most beautiful person is insecure of certain parts of their body too. Even William lololol. And since you’re young, its normal to feel this way but trust me, whenever you get older and you look back at pictures when you were the age you are now you’re going to be like “wtf?? What was I so insecure about? I literally don’t look as bad as I thought.” And I know its difficult with your dysphoria and other people but you‘ll get through this. And all the fighting and efforts will all be worth it in the end. You just need to know that you’re worthy of love regardless of how you view your body and that you do matter along with your wants and needs. And idk if you’re planning to have gender reassignment surgery in the future but if you are, ik you'll get there even if your family and others aren’t supportive of it. It’s your life afterall. You get to decide what to do with it and if that makes others unhappy, so be it. Alr I kinda sound like a boomer but yea you’ll get through this even if you don’t think you have it in you to continue. Just believe in yourself and know that you do matter regardless of what others may say.

Wow. Thank you for this post, seriously. I am really hoping that this is just a sleep deprivation thing because I've been sleeping worse and the bad thoughts tend to get worse when I don't sleep. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like it this time, as usually those just involve me looking at m3ansp0 boredly.

I actually needed this a lot, and you mentioning my beloved PIECE OF SHIT made me appreciate it more. I'll read this when I get a good night's sleep (hopefully tonight) and use it as my little positivity reminder.

Seriously you are a blessing anon I love you.

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Your writing is so beautiful, love! Make sure you’re not overwhelming yourself and resting! Have a good day/night 💙

Hello, my beloved anon...

First of all...

Thank you🥲

It means so very much to me that you'd say that; I've been struggling really badly lately, but I am digging myself out of the dump slowly 🥹

I am trying to rest as much as I can, but this week will be a more or less peaceful one and I am much looking forward to it. As of right now, there are 11 October prompts that are yet unwritten/not started.

The response to them has been very gratifying for me - mainly because I've written them for other people rather than for myself - and it feels good to know that people appreciate how much I love them.

I am not necessarily good with words (dumb thing to say for someone who uses so many of them) but I need people to know that I am 1/8 a word-abuser and 7/8 an avid reader.

If anyone who clicks on my stories thinks "Woah, they suck but let's check out the tagged people"...then everything is good in my book.

Once again, thank you so much for reaching out to me. Happy reading! Your love makes a difference and I hope your week will be truly blessed!

Lots of love from me 💖

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me: *literally the only tattoo I have is the heartagram*

me, listening to HIM solely for the first time in years: holy fuck I forgot how good this shit is

#that reblog about what albums you can listen to without skipping a song #made me realize I’ve listened to one or two songs from him I have in my library #but I haven’t just. listen to him alone #in so long??? #so I went and started listening to XX and 😩😩😩 #fuck I forgot how much I love him #how did I forget how much I love them???? honestly #my ONLY tattoo is a him tattoo #I mean. I got it because of what the heartagram can represent #(love + pain = life) #but also I got it cause I love him #and at the time I was Obsessed #anyways this has nothing to do with anything 😌 #ashleys talking again #bless you if you read all these tags hope you’re having a beautiful night #not wrestling related #edit later: hahaha I just got to ‘right here in my arms’ #and omg. I remember being 17 and my bf at the time (who was my first love) sent that song to me #and said it always made him think of me #that one and not like the other girls by the rasmus #*sighs* #oh the nostalgia is hitting hard tonight #back when I was a lil emo scene girl #with my emo boyfriend #us against the world #for more evidence how emo we were he also dedicated check yes juliet by we the kings to our relationship #cause my family didn’t want me with him #awwwww :’) wittle ashley who went from cowgirl to emo scene girl akdkflg #I love looking back at my periods of growth #anyways NOW if you got to the end of THESE tags wow bravo I love you drink some water and take care of yourself

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hey! today’s my birthday and I wanted to have an early gift hehe, can I request for a y/n!actress x timothée au 💌🕯 no pressure, take your time <33 thank u!

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***

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[clairecrive]

Hello beautiful person! Do you take requests which ask you to write a second chapter for your writings? If you do, may I ask a second chapter for "Rare"? And if you don't could you please let me know so I can be careful for another time when I ask a request?

I hope this is not something that disturbes or irritates you. I love your writing, it is beautiful and sometimes I read your pieces over and over again. 😁

Thanks for blessing us with your writing. Have a nice day.💕

A/n: First of all anon, thank you so very much for your sweet words! They mean the world to me <3 Also, your request could never irritate me! I love them and I love the fact that you consider me half a decent writer enough to send me your thoughts <3 I'm sorry it took me so long to get around this but I hope you like this and are still around to read it x

I've decided to pair it with a request for juicy time with Eddie. there's no actual smut but it's suggestive let's say.

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff,

Word count: 2.4K

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Part 1

TOM HARDY MASTERLIST

You weren't exactly new to heartbreak. You had been a teenager after all but your experience with adult relationships had not been that good either.

You knew that you'd be over Eddie even if it may take you some time. It's true that you had only been dating for a few months but you had really grown attached to him. It was one of the things you hated about yourself: the way you got attached way too soon, way too much.

Especially, in this case, seeing as Eddie hadn't been 100% in it in the beginning you had hoped that the more time you'd spend together, he'd see that you weren't so bad and that he'd grow to care for you. At least a little bit.

Turns out you were wrong.

As much as you hated being wrong, the thing that hurt you the most was that despite your best efforts, Eddie still didn't think you were enough for him. And how could you be when the benchmark was perfect Anne?

You stood no chance. You had been a fool for even trying. And now you were experiencing the burn for your foolishness.

This had happened often enough that you had developed a routine for dealing with heartbreak:

1) crying your heart out and indulging your sadness with whatever helped (mostly comfort food and Friends)

2) enough with indulging, it was time to pick yourself up. No more overeating although you still allowed yourself to cry if you felt like it

3) "I don't need him anyway" phase where you'd make a mental list of how your life was before and after whoever you had broken up with to remind you that they weren't as important as you made them out to be

4)"put yourself out there again" phase where you started going out again with the intention of meeting new people or simply having a good time.

As of this time, you were in phase 3. You noticed that there were some of Eddie's things littering around your apartment. So, you picked up a box and collected them with the intention of returning them to him, effectively closing this chapter. As you did, you made that aforementioned list. This time, with the added reason for your break up, it was a bit easier to remind you why breaking up had been the right decision.

When your hands closed on your favourite hoodie of his though, you couldn't help the pang in your heart as a flood of memories hit you.

You and Eddie doing a Friends marathon every Friday night.

Eddie giving this hoodie when you were sick because he knew how much you liked it.

Eddie taking the hoodie off for a whole other reason almost ripping it...

No.

Shaking your head, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Enough of that. It was over.

It was only a week later that you finally got the time to come around Eddie's apartment. Sure, you could have called him, he could have come himself to pick them up or you could have dropped them at his job but that would have required you to call him. And recalling how that went last time you tried to reach him you decided you'd spare yourself the humiliation of him not ghosting you again.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and knocked on his door.

"Y/n." You were met with a dishevelled Eddie.

He looked like shit but what's new with him. He also looked very surprised to see you at his door and you also couldn't blame it for that. You would have reacted the same way if the roles were reversed.

"Hi, Eddie," you hated your treacherous voice that wobbled when you spoke. Clearing your voice, you tried again.

"Sorry to come here unannounced. I've found some of your stuff in my apartment and I thought you'd like to have them back." You explained as you handed him the box, his eyes taking it in for the first time.

"Oh," he paused as he considered your words. Was that disappointment in his voice? "Thank you, y/n. You shouldn't have." He smiled weakly as he took the box from you, your fingers touching briefly.

"It's not a problem, Eddie. I was just passing by anyway." You and Eddie actually lived far from each other. The truth is that there was no reason for you to be in this part of town if it wasn't for him. Eddie knew that but he was kind enough not to point that out.

He just nodded, accepting your words as he held the box close to his chest.

You awkwardly stared at each other for a while, you didn't know what to say but neither of you wanted to end this exchange quite yet. When you felt that you had been standing like a fool in front of your ex's door, you went to leave but Eddie beat you to it.

"So how have you been?" Your first reaction was to scoff at this attempt of small talk. Neither of you was very good at it. And truthfully, it was rich coming from someone who had not made any effort to keep in contact with you even before your breakup.

The scroll of your shoulders was the only answer Eddie got. You weren't in the mood to pretend nor did you want him to know how you were still suffering for him.

"I should ask that to you." You reverted the question to him. He really didn't look well.

"yeah, it's been a rough couple of weeks," he confessed scratching the back of his head.

"That, I don't find it hard to believe," you hummed as your eyes took him in, really took him in since you knocked at his door. You could also see behind him that his apartment was a mess.

"Yeah, don't have to worry about me though. I'm fine."

"Of course." You nodded at his dismissal, remembering harshly the situation you were in."Well, I'm going to go now. Take care." Cold but still polite you turn around, ready to put this -Eddie and this exchange- behind you.

"Y/n, wait!" he called when you were about to climb down the staircase. "Do you want to have a drink or something?" Stay for a while? he meant but didn't dare to say.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eddie." You called over your shoulder, hand still on the railing.

"Please, I owe you an explanation." You didn't know if it was the desperate note in his voice or the fact that he really looked like shit but you turned around almost convinced.

"Don't you think it's too late for that, Eddie?"

"Maybe it won't change anything between us but you deserve to know." You knew Eddie and you knew how much he cared about transparency and honesty. This may not mean that you were going to get back together but he was right, you deserved an explanation.

"Okay," you agreed as you walked back and then into his apartment. Eddie closed the door behind him and set the box he was still holding down behind the coat hanger.

The sneak peek you had before was definitely right: Eddie's apartment was even messier than usual.

"Why does it look like a tornado hit your home?" You couldnìt help but point out. You knew Eddie wasn't that bothered by tidiness but this too much even by his standards.

"That would be my fault," a new voice answered you.

At first, you didn't register the difference in tone or accent even though you should have had because Eddieìs voice wasnìt that low or raspy. But then a black tendril entered your vision field catching your attention making you turning your head to better inspect it.

What.the.fuck??

"Eddie?" You asked perplexed, eyes fixed on this thing? even if you were addressing Eddie.

"Y/n meet Venom, Venom meet y/n." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"It's so nice to meet you, Eddie's always thinking about you, you know? It's a bit annoying." this time the voice didn't come from a tendril but a face. A fucking alien face with long sharp teeth and wide white eyes.

His words went straight over your head. How the fuck was this true? What were you even seeing? Did this thing come from Eddie's body??

"Fuck, I know I'm heartbroken but now I'm even seeing things?"

"Y/n," Eddie tried to get your attention. You thought you had only thought that but apparently, you had spoken the words. "You're not seeing things, this is part of the explanation I owe you."

"I think it's better if you sit," he said motioning to his couch when you did nothing but stare at Venom. Prompting by Eddie though, you sat down and listened as he spoke.

He told you everything. About Carton Drake about his project with aliens, about Venom and their rather troubled relationship. He even explained how Anne had got involved and how she and Danny had helped him.

It was definitely a lot to take in. But somehow, the thought that he could be lying to you never crossed your mind. The proof was right in front of you, wasn't it? Venom, as he had introduced himself, stood next to Eddie while he spoke. It had never spoken again and you were inwardly thankful for that. That he was giving you space to digest all of this.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came around that day, Eddie?" You asked once you thought you had wrapped your head around it.

"I didn't want you to drag you into this mess," he said with a shrug, head cast down he didn't meet your eyes.

You didn't know how you felt about all of this yet but you nodded anyway. Well, there was nothing you could do anymore, could you? He had already taken care of everything on his own and it wasn't like you had any right to worry about him anymore.

"Thank you for explaining, Eddie. I appreciate your honesty." Did this change anything for you?

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough of if Anne meant more to me than you did. That's not true but I didn't know how to tell you that without telling you what was happening." He nervously fiddled with his fingers without meeting your eyes.

You could see his point now that you knew what happened. Still, it hurt you that he decided to just keep you out of it without a word. He could have at least told you that something was going on, that he didn't or couldn't tell you anything - not right now. You would have understood and given him space. Did he really act like this to keep you safe or was it a way to dismiss you?

"I don't know if this changes things, Eddie. You still turned up to her when a major life-threatening event happened. I think this tells me everything that I need to know." You point out after a while, eyes fixed on the end of your shoes.

"She has been involved from the moment we broke up, Y/n. Hell, this was the reason we broke up in the first place." Eddie's head snapped up at your words. He looked surprised at your words like he couldn't believe that you thought Anne's involvement had been something he had actively sought out.

"That may as well be true, Eddie but still, you didn't tell me even after everything settled down. If I hadn't come around to give you your stuff I still would be none the wiser."

"I was afraid, y/n. How could I come back to you after how much I had hurt you? 'Sorry if I went m.i.a. for a while, I was infected with a parasite who knows permanently with me?' Come on, y/n, I wouldn't take me back either." Now upset, Eddie started to gesticulate frantically to prove his point. His eyes flickered between yours, he leaned toward you, his hands a touch away from yours as if he wanted to touch you but was preventing himself from doing so.

"I'm not saying I would have believed you straight away but still- aliens are way better than self-loathing you know?" You scoff at him- why was he so upset? He wasn't the one who had been beating himself up since that fight for being a worthless piece of shit, was he?

"I know I've never done a good job at showing you but I do care about you. Deeply." Almost as if he couldn't bear to not be touching you any longer, Eddie now reached for your hands. His hold on them tightening as he spoke the words.

You looked at him for a moment. Aside from that fight, your relationship with him had been good. The start wasn't promising, seeing as he was still taken by Anne but Eddie had treated you good. He was attentive and caring in his own way. Looking back to it now, you realized that the period where you started feeling him pulling back from you was the time when this whole alien thing had started.

But now you had settled this, right? So, could this mean...

"If I give you one more chance to show you," you spoke tentatively, enthralled by the twinkle in his eyes, "do you promise me to be fully transparent with me this time around?"

"What? Why would you do that?" He looked shocked but his eyes were hopeful.

"Are you trying to talk me out of it, Eddie?" You challenged him, arching an eyebrow.

"Like hell I am." He scoffed, a smile on his lips. "Nono, of course I do. I swear, y/n. You'll never feel like you don't matter to me again."

"Good." You gave him a small smile at the gobsmacked expression on his face. Oh, Eddie...

He does nothing but stares at you for a while. Like he hadn't seen you in a while and now that you were in front of him, he wanted to commit to his memory every little detail of your face.

"So," you said after a while, "do you plan to stare at me or would you like to get a head start on your promise?" you provoke him with a suggestive tone.

Eddie's mouth fell a little at that, Venom said something to him but you didn't understand him. Shaking his head, Eddie smirks at you.

"I would like nothing more." And with that, Eddie's lips are on yours making up for the lost time.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x you #eddie brock one shot #eddie brock imagines #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock angst #eddie brock smut #venom #marvel #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagines #eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock ff

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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The Guy Next Door

Heeyyy y’all! I’m so terribly sorry that I made you all wait for this chapter! But I hope I can make up for it when you read it 💓 Since I’m getting newer readers (which I’m blessed for) Let me know if you’d like to be added in the tag list and I got you 💓 Enjoy babies

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Warning 18+: Cursing , Death , Death by Drowning , Blood , Violence , Trauma , Nudity , Self Care , & Fluff 💗 a bunch of Fluff .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan-POV) x African American Woman(Amunet)

Description: While Ronan tries to ensure his hobbies will stay a secret, he plans something nice for Amunet.

Word Count: 6.5K

Chapter 6: Patterns

Ronan had gotten up the next morning, last night still heavy on his mind as if it was just a fever dream. But no— her being here was all the proof he had needed. He’d reached over and placed a gentle kiss atop her head, allowing his lips to linger there for a moment before he carefully pulled away. Standing up from the bed, he’d stretched out his body—letting out a soft groan, and walked into the bathroom so he could start his day.

He’d made a decent breakfast spread, just in case there was something that she didn’t like and wrote a little note to let her know that he was leaving for work: Good Morning Flower, I have some assortments of breakfast downstairs waiting for you if you’re hungry. I’m headed off to work. You can stay with me long as you need to. I don’t mind, I like having you around. All my love, Ron. And he went upstairs and placed the crimped notebook paper on the pillow so it would be the first thing she saw when she woke up. Ronan had taken a minute to look at her, admiring her beauty and peacefulness as she slept. She looked relaxed, and in reality it was all he wanted for her. But him being with her would be bad for the both of them. She had no idea of the crimes he committed, what kind of evil and vile person he became when he wanted blood. It could scare her if she found out. But she had already lost so much… It would kill him to see her heartbroken like when she told him her family passed, so he had to figure out a plan. And fast.

Ronan was in his office, clearing some paperwork for a few bodies that would be coming in this week. One of them being a victim he’d had the pleasure of killing. A woman who stayed about a mile down the road. He’d even gotten some pictures from forensics. Ronan flipped through the gory, bloody pictures with fascination written all over his face. She was a beauty. The woman was naked, throat slit and stabbed once below her right breast. She had such nice tits she did. He was cursing himself because he wasn’t able to fuck her senseless before he took her life.

His evil thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. ‘Come in.’ He cleared his throat, before closing her file and watching his coworker Harry walk in the door. Harry was a tall and thick male with honey eyes, pale skin and blonde hair. He looked something of an angel, so mythical and beastly. Ronan quickly stood to his feet, ‘hey man what the hell is wrong with you?!’ Harry seem puzzled at first, and then it clicked! ‘Ahhhh,’ he clicked his tongue as a chuckle rolled off his tongue.

‘You didn’t go along with the plan Harry. I told you not physically hurt her! Instead you gave her a busted lip, cut her and she even fell down the fucking stairs.’ Ronan’s eyebrows were pulled into one, clearly pissed off that Harry didn’t listen to him. Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled, ‘I had to make it look real Ro. You act like I was the one that pushed her down those stairs! Plus, How would it have looked if I was just too easy on her? Not to mention! She almost shot me. The fucking gun wasn’t loaded. What would you have done?’

Ronan rubbed his face in annoyance, before folding his arms across his chest. Harry raised a brow then took a closer look at him, his hazel eyes slightly grew as he leaned in, taking a closer look at his friend. ‘Wait— hold on—‘ he studied him closely before he smirked, ‘You have feelings for her don’t you?’

‘That’s not any of your business Harry.’ He unfolded his arms and started stacking the files on top of one another. Harry never took his glare off of him, ‘Right— well, I decided to stick around a little longer. Heard you two in there fucking like porn stars- I would say you either used me to get her to come over and fuck her- Or you actually have feelings for the bitch.' Ronan hissed, hands slamming on his desk, 'You watch your fucking mouth addressing her in that manner.' His bright blue eyes crazed like some kind of monster. 'Oh! There he is!' Harry said in a teasing manner, staring back into Ronan's deep blue hues. 'Relax-' Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, 'I’m only fucking around.’ He cackled once more, ‘Well, i'll start working on this female that we just got in today. Should look at the breasts on her. She could've fed a village!'

He kept his glare on Harry as he turned around and walked out of his office. Ronan felt a shiver slip down his spine. If Harry hadn't been a friend of his since their younger years, he would've carved his eyes out of his head and gut him like a fish.

Ronan was examining the body after he’d taken numerous pictures of the corpse. He looked closely at the wounds he’d created. Ronan was always fascinated by his own work, and it wasn’t often where he would get his own victims at his family’s funeral home. This was like a treat for him. He’d taken the scalpel off of the clean tray and cut along the dotted lines, “Y” that was written at her shoulders and then down the middle of her torso. ‘IM NOT IN LOVE—‘ the sudden outburst from Harry caused Ronan to cut off track. He growled through his mask, ‘HARRY!’ Harry looked back quickly as he pulled out his AirPod, ‘Yes?’

‘DO—‘ he took a deep breath before gritting his teeth together. ‘Do— you mind?! Sing to yourself Dammit.’

‘Alright! Jeez—sorry!’ Harry said in an apologetic tone as he put his AirPod back inside of his ear and turned back around to get the paperwork ready for the corpse. He popped his gum as he turned on his heels and approached Ronan as he was spreading the layers of skin apart. ‘Hmmm, let’s see if she looks good on the inside as she does on the outside.’ Harry smirked as he pulled his glasses out of his pocket and placed it over his eyes.

Ronan pulled out the rib spacers and pried her ribs apart which immediately revealed her blackened lungs. ‘Ohhh… a serious case of Emphysema. Heavy smoker.’ He narrowed his eyes as he noticed that the knife he’d stabbed her with, punctured her lung. He didn’t realize he had went so deep. ‘Punctured right lung—‘ he’d reached over and grabbed the measuring tape and measured the length, ‘about 1 and a half inches horizontally…’ ‘uhmmm hmmm.’ Harry hummed in agreement as he wrote down the notes.

Ronan gently lifted up the set of lungs and carried them to the scale, ‘Right lung, 320g. Left lung, 270g.’ He’d then placed the the organs in the arms of Bridget, who was an assistant for her father. He was about to examine the heart when he felt a constant buzzing in his pocket. He’d raised a brow and looked at Harry, ‘Come grab my phone. Answer it and put it to my ear.’ He said. When Harry slid the green button to the right, he placed it right on his ear so his shoulder could be used for leverage.

‘Heyyy!’

His heart thudded hard in his chest when he heard the sound of her harmonic voice. ‘Hey there. How’d you sleep?’ He asked with a smirk on his face. Harry pouted playfully, holding his hands over his heart. ‘Awwww so shweet. Him so in loooove.’ He whispered and placed the clipboard down. Ronan rolled his eyes as the smile never faltered on his lips.

‘I slept good. Would’ve been better if I woke up and you were there though. Thank you for breakfast by the way. It was lovely.’ She giggled softly, ‘What are you doing? How is work?’ She had asked him. Ronan looked down, his blue eyes glancing up and down the corpse, ‘I’d rather spare you the details. Just know it’s not tasteful,’ he chuckled and examined the heart before walking it over to the scale. ‘What are you doing? You sound like you’re out and about.’

‘Well I am. I’m actually at the school board. I didn’t want to stay in the house if you weren’t there. Plus, I’m ready to back into the classroom. And the only way to start that, is to get my certification to teach here.’

‘Ah! Nice Sweet pea, good for you. Hey, I want to talk to you when I get home. Don’t you worry, it’s nothing bad—‘ he knew how bad those words could sound to her. To anybody for that matter. So he had to reassure her that for the most part, things were good between them.

‘OK. Well, then I won’t keep holding you up. I’m still waiting for these folks to call me back so I can fill out some paperwork. Just shoot me a text when you’re able.’

The smile returned to his face and he bit into his bottom lip. He wanted to stay on the phone with her, but the quicker he got these bodies done— the quicker he could get out of here. ‘OK. I’ll see you soon. Alright— later.’ He motioned for Harry to come grab the phone after she hung up and he shoved it in his pocket. ‘Oof! You are smitten my guy!’ Harry chuckled as he pointed at his friend. Ronan’s head fell as he tried to hide that burning blush and a smile that he couldn’t help— but was hurting his face. ‘Can we just finish this please?’ He laughed as he looked up at Harry. ‘Hold on— Bridget— look at him.’ Bridget walked over to stand next to Harry, ‘Hm?’

‘What kind of smile is that?’ Harry jerked his head forward as his arms were folded across his chest.

Bridget’s head fell to the side, her brown eyes narrowed at him as she smirked herself! ‘Well, that’s not hard to distinguish. That’s a smile of a man who has a crush on someone!’ ‘SEE!’ Harry cackled and clasped his hands together. ‘See?! Everyone can see right through that tough skin you got Ron. Oh boy your parents will be thrilled to hear about this—‘

‘They won’t hear anything about it.’

Ronan’s mood quickly shifted, when his parents were brought up. Well, it wasn’t exactly his mother he had a problem with. All of the beef was with his father. He loved his mother to absolute pieces, but he knew telling her his business would result in her telling his father. ‘Uh oh. You and old man going at it again?’ Harry asked as Bridget walked off back towards the weighing station. Ronan’s eyes slowly drifted from his friends worrisome eyes back towards the half— emptied corpse that lie between them. ‘We’ll talk about about it later.’ And Harry picked up his clipboard and got ready to take down more notes.

***

Surprisingly with 3 autopsies, he got done around 3pm. So he decided to go to the florist and picked out some pink and white ombré roses, red roses, purple and white ombré carnations and purple daisies. The florist said it would take her about 40 minutes to put it together, so he paid ahead of time and decided to go to Target to grab a few things.

Ronan had gently pulled a bright red shopping cart away from another one and pushed it off into the grocery section of the store. He grabbed wine, steak, potatoes, onions, broccoli, mini tea light candles and even got some stuff to make some cinnamon rolls from scratch! Though he was excited for their evening, he still couldn’t help but feel awful about the shit that she unknowingly went through because of him. He had to do something else. But what?

He was standing in the middle of the walk way, looking around at items he was thinking about gifting her. Ronan looked up in frustration, but the softly swinging “Beauty & Self Care” sign caught his attention. His eyes twinkled as an idea teased his brain. A slow grin curled on his lips as he quickly made his way to the hair care section. But then he was startled by all of the women in the isle. He’d quickly turned around and walked down the isle parallel to that one. He never really had to shop for another woman before when it came this kind of stuff. So he was definitely lacking the knowledge.

He’d walked back to the end of the isle to peak around the corner. His eyes scanned the remaining women who stood there looking at hair care products. One woman had wavy blonde hair, silky smooth and she looked like she paid top dollar to keep her hair healthy. But she wasn’t the one he wanted to study. The other woman had a large, lively, and beautiful bun that had real sun flowers in it. He was absolutely mesmerized about how she got her hair like that. And how she got her baby hairs to slick down the way they did. The woman was a work of art she was!

Ronan cleared his throat as he found himself staring way too long and he walked back to his shopping cart. He took a deep breath, pushing the cart down the aisle and on to the next one where the two women stood. Ronan watched from afar, leaning over a bit to see the tag or even the color of the bottle. But then he couldn’t see it, the woman was unknowingly blocking him from seeing the bottle. So once the blonde chick finally picked up a few bottles and walked off, he stepped forward to look at the shampoo she picked out. Not that he was truly thinking about getting it. He was trying to see what she had in this angle.

He found himself slowly scooting his way closer towards the woman to see what she was reading about and what the difference was between all of these different selections of shampoo and conditioner. The girl had finally settled with something but she saw that he’d quickly shifted his attention back towards the Sulfate Shampoo before him. The pretty brown skinned woman’s head fell to the side as she studied the tall, beefy guy before her. ‘May I help you with something?’

‘Hmm?!’ He was actually quite stunned that she had offered to help. But, he was such a man. He denied her help. ‘No— I… I think I got it.’ Such a damn liar!

She stared at him a little longer as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, ‘OK! As you wish…’ and she started to turn away.

Oh poor Ronan! He didn’t mean it! So he just called out, ‘How—? …’ he exclaimed, ‘I’m sorry this is all very new to me.’ The small woman turned on her heels, with a soft smile on her face. ‘I knew you needed help. What do you need?’ She walked up to him and looked down at his hands. ‘I just— I…’ he didn’t know exactly how to word it without being offensive. ‘Well— my girlfriend—‘ oh? You’re calling her your girlfriend now Ronan? Cute. ‘She has hair like yours. And she’s been— under a lot of stress lately. I just want to take some worry off of her… how do you do that?’ He asked as he pointed at her pretty bun.

The girl’s eyebrows tugged together and she placed her hand over her chest, ‘Aw! That’s so nice! Such a lucky girl!’ She giggled and took the white bottle out of his hand and placed it back on the shelf. ‘For starters, YouTube university can teach you how to throw your woman’s hair up in a bun. It may be very easy for us— but hard for you. So, study first,’ she said in a teasing tone. ‘Secondly, you don’t want to touch any of that stuff. It’s very damaging for her hair. I don’t even know any black woman who washes their hair with that crap!’ She giggled and brought him down towards the end of the aisle. ‘Here we are!’ She opened her arms out towards the very broad selection of things. ‘Now, it’s not a huge selection and it is pricy. But you will get your money’s worth. This—‘ she picked up a pink and black bottle. ‘This is my personal favorite. I’ll always buy this stuff. It’s owned by Black folks so— they know black hair.’ She then placed it in his hand and bit into her bottom lip. ‘You can also get her oils for her hair to keep her hair hydrated and moisturized.’ The girl gave him a charmed smile and clasped her hands together.

Ronan was taken back by all of this information, it just took him a moment to register it. ‘Oh— alright…’ he scoffed as he scratched the back of his head and gently placed the shampoo In the shopping cart. ‘Thank you— miss. I’m not exactly— good at asking those around me for help.’ He chuckled as he started to snatch little things off of the shelf such as: Scrunchies, Oils, Bobby pins, anything that he figured she would like.

The woman let out a harmonic laugh, ‘I can tell. Well, if you don’t need anything else— then you take care stranger. Take care of that beautiful girlfriend that you have and have a good one.’ And she whisked away like a ballerina.

That was by far the most memorable moment of his life. He’d never forget that woman for her good deed.

Then there was that song again. “I’m not in love.” By 10cc. He stood there in the aisle, looking up at the intercom speaker. His eye twitched, he was so damn sick of this song. It was like everyone wanted to sing it today. So he just cursed, and went to pick out bubble bath, epson salt and lavender oil for her bath water. 

There was another woman who was walked down the body wash isle who had her baby hairs slick down in patterns that were so pretty— he wanted to try that too! So he stared at the woman, his head falling to the side as he studied the swirls and swoops. But unlike the last girl, she quickly noticed that he was staring. She snapped her head at him with an uneasy glare on her face, ‘What?!’

Ronan was snapped out of his daze at her sudden outburst, it caused him to blink a few times to wet his eyes again. ‘Oh— sorry I didn’t … realize I was staring.’ He quickly looked away in embarrassment and then back at the woman as she picked up a body wash set. ‘Um, excuse me miss. But— how do you do that?’

The woman raised a brow and her face scrunched up together. ‘How do I do what?’ She pressed her things to her chest.

‘Those little — swoop thingies. They’re so pretty… I just wouldn’t even know where to start!’ Ronan, as big as he was, was looking and feeling hell of vulnerable asking these peoples questions about how they tend to their hair. But honestly, his happiness outshined that vulnerability and his insecurity of asking people of help. People thought since he was so big and very well educated, that he had it all figured out.

The girl let out a sliver of laughter, ‘you?!—‘ Ronan took offense to this. She was laughing at his ignorance. ‘Well, listen—‘ she said as she recovered herself from her laughing state, ‘This is going to sound outrageous because— yall men can’t seem to get it down when it comes to natural hair.’ She thought for a moment before placing her set down, ‘Wait here. I will be right back.’

‘Oh—OK?’

And the girl quickly dashed off to another aisle. It didn’t take her long, in fact it probably took her less than a minute! She came back with a simple tooth brush in one hand and the other hand with a container that read: “Edge Control.”.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, immediately thinking she was fucking around with him. ‘Is this a tooth brush?’ The girl nodded with a smirk, ‘This is probably the smallest brush I could find here. I could send you to the beauty supply store, but your questions and confusion will only be multiplied. Take these, watch a YouTube video of how girls do it for textured hair. It will take patience.’ His eyebrows raised and placed the two items in his cart. ‘Alright. Well— thank you miss.’ He gave her a nod and she laughed, ‘No problem! You just made my day! Take care now!’ And she picked up her items and walked off.

***

Poor confused and impatient Ronan decided to mount his phone up on his dashboard mount and watch YouTube videos on how black women took care of their hair. One of the girls used a tooth brush and he started to feel better about this. He’d even sat out in the driveway a little once he’d pulled up and noticed that her car was no there. ‘Good. She’s not home. So he sat in there until he felt comfortable and positive that he could achieve this specific look for Amunet.

Once he had gathered all of the bags and his belongings, he had walked over to the front door and opened it up. Ronan quickly placed all of the food on the counter and rushed to his bathroom to set up when he heard the door bell ring. A small smile curled on his face and rushed out of the bedroom and then down the stairs. He opened the door quickly, and so hard he almost tugged the damn door off of the hinges to simply get to her.

‘Hey.’ She grinned and gave him a gentle wave.

His blue eyes roamed all over her face, her body and then down to the Manila folder she held gently in her hand. ‘Hi—‘ he leaned against the door frame with a smirk, ‘Well don’t you look cute and,’ And he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. She wore a white shirt with a ginger orange leather jacket, simple skinny jeans and black high heels. And on her head was a cute little black beanie. ‘Cozy.’ He chuckled and looked a little past her. Watching as the cool air, picked up a cold breeze and blew some leaves out of a pile. ‘Come inside, let’s get you some hot chocolate?’ And he instantly grabbed her hand and pulled her inside of the house.

Taking her coat, he smiled gently at her gasp when she saw the beautiful flowers sitting on the kitchen counter. ‘Ronan!’ He watched as she approached the bouquet. ‘Are these for me?’ She asked as she scooped them up into her arms and cradled the flowers like a newborn baby. ‘They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t sweet pea.’ He said as his head fell to the side, watching the happiness grow on her pretty face.

After he had placed her jacket in the closet, he walked into the kitchen and got some milk heated up for her hot chocolate. He’d even found some Lindt chocolate balls to give the beverage more of a richer taste. And he finished it with some marshmallows on the top. ‘Here you go. I hope it warms you up.’ Ronan placed the cute mug on a matching mini plate and carefully carried it to her.

‘Awww. Thank you! I wasn’t expecting the temperature to drop so quickly like this! I thought we were in Florida not in Michigan.’ She giggled as she gently took the plate and mug from him.

‘Well it only gets colder and colder down here, I hope you have plenty of jackets.’ He said as he walked back around the counter and washed his hands. He started preparing their dinner. ‘Hmmmm I’ve had such a long daaaay!’ She whined out.

‘Good,’ he said before turning around and washing his hands once again. ‘You can tell me all about it while you relax in the bath I got ready for you.’

Ronan had gone upstairs and gotten her bath water together. He’d dropped a pink cute little bath bomb in the water and when the water made it half way, he squeezed some bubble bath liquid beneath the faucet and poured some epsom salt in afterwards.

He’d locked the door so she wouldn’t walk in on him putting her “gift” together. He took the mini tea lights and lit them, placing some on the counter, around the tub, on the tub. Once he was finished, he stood up straight with his hands on his hips. Ronan smiled, so proud of his work.

Knock, Knock ‘Ronan? Is everything OK in there?’ She asked calmly.

Ronan looked over his shoulder and swiftly turned around to unlock the door. When he had opened it, he’d been expecting her to already be naked. He sized her, ‘Why are you clothes still on?’ His eyebrows pulled together.

‘Well I didn’t thi—‘

‘Shh, shh. I’d just simply have to punish you later for disobeying me. Anyhow, I think I’d find great pleasure undressing you myself.’ He mused and stepped to the side so she could walk in.

‘Oh— wow! You weren’t kidding after all!’ She stood there in disbelief, her little hands on her cheeks to try to hide her happiness. ‘Ronan,’ she turned around to face him, dimples deepening in her cheeks as her goofy yet, cute little grin grew by the second. ‘What is all of this?’

‘What is all of what?’

‘This— all of this? —‘ she paused for a second, ‘What did you do?’

Ronan’s eyes slightly grew and he bit his tongue. Well, he did have his best friend/coworker come scare her into his arms to take the suspicion off of him. And he’s been out here killing people deliberately right under her nose. ‘N-nothing! I just wanted to do something nice for you! You mentioned being at school board and — I know you’ve been trying to work so… I want to help you relax!’

More like making up for having his friend almost kill her.

The two stared at one another for a moment before her smile had returned. 'Fine. But I know you're up to something mister!'

He chuckled and walked over to her, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head once she lifted her arms. Ronan folded her shirt up gently in his hands before setting it on top of the toilet gently. He then got on his knee in front of her and pulled her leg up so she could rest her heel on his lap. He unhooked the strap and slipped the heel off of her foot. A sweet and gentle kiss was placed on her ankle as he looked up at her with soft eyes. Ronan had done the same thing with her other foot before he reached up and unbuttoned her jeans.

With no effort at all, he slipped them off her hips and then her panties followed. Ronan swallowed his spit, trying to bottle up his excitement. He wanted to make her feel good yes, but in a different way. He wanted her to feel like she was loved and appreciated. A man could bed a woman all he wants, but it was the little things that made them feel worthy. He placed kisses on her knee, up her thigh and the kisses stopped at her hip.

Netty let out a pleased sigh as she allowed him to indulge on her body.

Ronan looked up at her with a soft smile before he gently stood up to his feet. He reached behind her and gently pulled her scrunchy out of her hair and her pretty curly locks fell down her back. He reached up and pushed some of her hair that fell in front of her eyes; pushing it behind her ears. She was so pretty! She had the prettiest brown eyes and the most intoxicating and addictive smile. 'Turn around.' he asked politely before taking her hand and gently spinning her around.

He unhooked her bra and pushed the straps off of her shoulders before leaning down and placing a tender kiss on her shoulder, trailing the kisses to the nape of her neck.

Amunet’s head fell back against his chest, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. She gave him a small little smile, ‘You know, you keep touching me like this— I’ll just have to say let’s skip the bath.’

Ronan’s head fell to the side as he allowed his fingers to mindlessly touch with her curls. ‘Hmmm, tempting—‘ he chuckled and licked his lips. ‘We can attempt later, but for now— I insist. Go ahead, I don’t want your water getting cold.’ He held his hand out towards the tub as she looked back at him with pleading eyes.

‘Alright.’ She said softly and reached out for his hand so he could help her get in and sit in the tub.

***

Ronan was sitting on a stool comfortably right behind where her head relaxed. The two were sitting in a comfortable silence as he massaged that shampoo into her hair. Every once in a while, Amunet would let out a pleased sigh as he helped her get rid of that tension in her head. ‘How does that feel?’ He asked proudly, he couldn’t help that cocky grin that curled on his lips. Nothing made him more proud to know that he knew how to please a woman without using his tongue or dick; but in this situation— it was indeed his fingers.

‘Hmmmm, that’s so good babe. Thank you for this. You know I really don’t know when the last time I had a wash day. Two weeks ago?’ She asked herself puzzled before she closed her eyes again.

‘It doesn’t matter now,’ he smiled as he squeezed the lathered shampoo from her locks and dumped his hand in the water. ‘I don’t mind doing this. If you ask me, this is actually pretty fun!’ And then he paused, back tracking for a second, ‘And you just called me babe.’

Amunet’s eyes flashed open and she looked up at him. Her eyebrows tugged together in softly, did she think she was starting to get too comfortable? ‘I—‘

‘Don’t worry about it… I like it. I like the way you say it… maybe you should call me that more often hm?’ He smiled softly at her as she looked up at him with softened eyes. And he returned the glare before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and went back to rubbing her head. ‘OK, let’s rinse this out and start on the conditioner!’ He sounded so excited; like a child discovering something extraordinary for the first time.

Ronan watched her scoot down a little bit, sinking her shampooed hair into the water. ‘You’re so pretty baby girl.’ She flashed him a grin and he returned it with reassurance before he violently shoved her beneath the water.

Amunet fought him; screaming beneath the water, kicking and scratching at his arms and face. She managed to poke him in his eye, ‘AHHH! URGGHH!’ She sat up quickly, taking in a deep breath, so disoriented, she struggled to get up so it was easy for him to grab her by her shoulders once again and shove her beneath the water. She fought harder, but the harder she fought, the weaker she’d become. And soon enough, the movement slowed and finally it came to a complete stop.

Ronan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ‘Ugh— you’re a strong little bitch aren’t ya? … not anymore you’re not.’ He said before he pushed the suds out of his view of her face. ‘You’re such a doll baby.’ He said softly before reaching in the water and ran his fingers over her cheek. Then he was taken back when he saw a drop of blood hit the water. Placing his finger tips up against his stinging cheek bone, he felt something thick, wet and warm. Ronan looked at his finger tips to see blood and a lot of it. She had gotten him pretty damn good.

— ‘what are you thinking about?’

‘Hm? —‘ Ronan understood her question the first time, he knew what she had asked him but he just needed to process what the hell he was thinking about. ‘Nothing mama. Just— you.’ He gave her a smirk as he continued to rinse her hair out.

Once Ronan was done rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, squeezed out the remaining water and added the conditioner to her hair. ‘Now… the bottle says to keep it in for about 10-15 minutes. I’m going to go start up dinner while you relax up here OK? Just give me a shout if you need me.’ He squat leaned over and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

‘OK.’ She grinned happily and laid back against the towel and closed her eyes.

Ronan was downstairs, pulling the vegetables out of the refrigerator when his thoughts betrayed him once again. Just flashing back to what he could’ve done to her. On a regular day, that wouldn’t have bothered him. Ronan loved the struggle and being the one in charge of another’s life but her? — He would never hurt her, not in that way. And that’s what made all of this scary! He never really felt this way about someone before. She was different from all the women that he’d seen and that was a problem. He was trying to get rid of her, not allow her to dig her hooks into him further!

He threw the broccoli into a steamer and peeled the potatoes. He cut them up, rinsed them off and then placed them in a large pot so they could boil.

After he was done, he jogged back up the stairs and walked towards the bathroom. She had already rinsed out the conditioner and the bathroom smelled of some body wash he’d bought her too. She had a towel wrapped around her curvy body and one around her head. ‘I thought I told you I’ll be back.’ He chuckled and walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her waist.

‘Well you’ve done enough Ronan. Don’t curse me for just doing this one thing!’ She giggled, resting her body against his as she looked up at him.

‘OK then fine. But I get to do this last thing and I shall hand you back your free will.’ He chuckled as he kneeled in front of the bathroom sink, pulling out the bag that contained all of the things he needed so he could do her hair.

Amunet’s eyebrows pulled together in wonder, but an immediate laugh escaped her lips when she figured out his plan. ‘Oh! Ronan no! I can do it myself! Seriously!’ She practically begged him, placing her hand on his shoulder in reassurance.

His eyebrows tugged into one and he made a face, ‘No. I bought it. I plan on using it— on you. Listen, what’s the worse that could happen hm? It’s only a brush, hair gel, coconut and tea tree oil and this!’ He pulled out the tooth brush and placed it on the counter.

It caused her to laugh even harder.

Ronan tried his damnedest to be serious but her laugh was so contagious, it just allowed him to laugh too. ‘What? What is so damn funny Netty?!’ He asked as he did his best to suppress his laughter but the more she laughed the harder it became. When she finally simmered down from her laughone State, sighed softly.

‘How did you even know where to find this stuff Ro?’

He thought for a second, trying to figure how to say not sound like a lunatic. ‘Well, —‘ he was going to lie but, he’d been lying enough. ‘These girls saw me struggling and decided to help me out. Trust me, I didn’t know you could even use a tooth brush for anything other than your teeth.’ He felt like such an idiot. But, if it meant for her to smile— he would do idiotic shit every time.

She placed her hand over her chest and she pouted her lip in the most adorable way. ‘Awwww Rowwy! That’s so sweet! You went out there and looked like a freakin’ dork for me!’ The idea made her heart flutter. And made her all the more smitten.

‘Ehhh I wouldn’t say all of that now—‘ yes he would. Because he did! ‘Let’s just— get this done. I have the food on the stove.’

Ronan remembered the tutorial and remembered to brush from the ends of the hair and then slowly make your way upwards to the root. Doing it the other way could damage her roots, scalp, and even pull out her hair! Then what the hell would he be able to grab on when he’s behind her?

Her hair was still a little damp, so he dropped some oils in her hair to keep her scalp moisturized and then he started to brush her hair up into a bun. He had even noted to leave some of her edges out to do some cute little baby hairs. Well, — he’d make the attempt.

Ronan looked down at her with great pride! ‘Done!’ He grinned happily after swooping her baby hairs to the best of his ability.

(This is the idea)

‘Done?! Really? That quick?’ Amunet’s eyes grew in shock, it was never quick for her to do her hair. Even though she’d had it for 37 years, it was always hard to maintain, so she even cut it twice! She stood up and walked over to the mirror.

He sat up straight with a soft smile, his heart ramming like a hammer in his chest. He gauged her reaction, she didn’t look upset or super happy. Just s little shocked! ‘Do— do you like it? Did I mess up something? I could try again! I can fix it!’ He stood up quickly and walked over to her. He was actually worried that she didn’t like it. He even watched her press her finger tips against her slicked down edges. And then she turned around to face him with a small smile.

‘I like it.’

Ronan sighed in relief and placed his hand over his face, ‘Really?! You really like it?’

Netty stared up at him sweetly before wrapping her arms around his waist and placing a soft kiss on his lips. ‘I don’t just like it Ronnie. I love it.’

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[samuclit]

warnings: miya atsumu x female!reader, you guys are fwbs, 1.2K words of fluff and little smut, vaginal fingering, boob sucking and uh how do I tag this, lol.

wrote this last night when my boob hurts like shit because I’m on my period and I was really horny, take care of your boobs ladies because atsumu won’t be there to take care of yours. Read the article here!

"My boob hurts" you say, left hand clutching at your right boob, pressing your warm palms with extra pressure at your fingers to ease the pain. 

Atsumu, your. What do we call him. 

Your sex partner, company at lonely nights, sometimes lunch buddy when work gets overbearing and sometimes your grocery runner when you got too lazy to put on your bras and better-looking pants to buy a box of cereal, yours and Atsumu favourite.

It should be just you enjoying that cereal but Atsumu, who's enjoying the sexcapade, as he jokingly said one time when he wants to be inches deep buried inside you, said that the cereal wasn't too bad when soaked with the right type of milk. So you have to share it with him as long as he helps you with stuff you might need help with.

One of the help is probably comfort for a work-obsessed woman in her early 20s when she felt a bit lonely. You, it's you who we're talking about. 

"What was that?" Atsumu, whose face is buried in the pillow he claimed was his now, result of visiting too frequently for the 'sexcapade', is now pulled up to face you.

You side-eyed and saw him smirking like a piece of shit he always is because he loves to tease you and flirt with you despite the boundaries he set on his own, not that you disagree but sometimes, you take it as a challenge that will make you say 'fuck' when steps are at disarray. 

"I said my boob hurts." You glared at him now. Expecting him to tackle you and have him drape his whole naked body on you by now. 

"You're on your period?" Atsumu asked, face now covered in concern.

"Um no, I finished a week ago, probably the ovulation or something." You whimpered at the growing pain near your armpit, hand sliding under your shirt, well, his shirt, to massage and fondle it on your own, releasing a little moan you hoped he might notice just so he can get a hint. 

"Let me check." You closed your eyes to wait for his pretty setter fingers to trail on your abdomen, his favourite non-sexual thing to do just to make you laugh on one of your sad days.

His hand didn't come at all, and you opened your eyes to see him scrolling the Internet, presumably to have answers to his and your question.

Why do women's boobs hurt?

You scoffed and smacked at his biceps, but still managed to heave a small giggle at his question all while sliding close to his warm body, pressing your side at him while bending your legs to brush your toes at his calves.

"You could have typed 'is it normal for a woman's chest to hurt' instead of saying boobs like a pervert, you dumbass!" You quote unquote so he could get the message.

"I do not have women's boobs, and mine doesn't hurt. Just helping you, princess." 

Atsumu gasped when he saw an article from Healthline.

"Ah look, an article from Healthline, your favourite old hag magazine site." Atsumu teased, his giggles resonating too loud all the way to your eardrums and the erratic beating of your chest, the pain in your right boob slowly subsiding. 

"This old hag magazine site saved your clumsy ass when you bruised your head the other day." You retorted, head still inclined to read the article he clicked. 

"Whatever, I know first-aid better than you. Ah look there's a lot of causes." Atsumu mocked you, using his sexy fingers to pinch at your cheeks, earning a loud 'ouch' from you.

"Hm, it said here 'hormonal fluctuations, you might have the pain either 2 or 3 days before your menstruation or the entire time during your cycle' yeah. Other causes might be puberty, pregnancy and menopause" Atsumu read.

You paused.

"You're...not pregnant are you?" Atsumu turned to his side to look at your surprised face, expecting a quick answer from you.

"No. I don't— I don't think so?" Atsumu pushed his arms on the bed to lift himself up and you turned your body so you could lay down properly.

"Did you check? We haven't had protected sex for a long time so I'm just curious." Atsumu seated himself properly on the bed, one of his hands finally reached to your abdomen under the double-barrier that is your huge comforter and his shirt to draw shapes and do belly rubs.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not...I don't have early symptoms….and I'm very strict with my pills, mind you." you sighed, hands reaching for your locks to brush your own hair for reassurance. 

"Okay, I believe in you" Atsumu smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. His fingers travelled to your jawlines, to your reddening cheeks, to the sore lips you had after the earlier makeout session on your couch. 

Atsumu finally hovered above you, hands grasping at every detail of your beautiful face, slowly trailing down to your hips. 

"Your boob still hurts?" You giggled at his smile. 

"It hurts less than before. I think it's just being dramatic, needing some attention perhaps."

You sucked in an air when his expression darkens, changed to the familiar animalistic side of Atsumu that could make you scream in pleasure.

"I'll give it the attention it wants then" Atsumu pulled the comforter in a haste and undressed you, desperate to see you naked. 

Atsumu and his, rather respectful demeanors to not delve in too quickly is what made you clung to him, never wanting to let go.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Atsumu asked and you nodded eagerly. Atsumu kissed you, both of your hands pinned to the bed, trapping you under his large muscular body. 

It turned hot in a second, his lips neglected yours to prioritise the situation at hand, his hands, now that he let go of one of your hands so he could fondle and tweak your left nipples while sucking on the right boob, the root problem.

Though, you would call it a blessing.

"Ngh— Atsu...please just fuck me" you gasped in small breath, feeling your folds getting wet by his hot body venturing yours.

Atsumu didn't waste time to descend his wandering fingers to explore your caverns, hitting right to the spot that he knows will make you cum quickly. 

He's practically making out with your nipple, pulling slightly to gain a reaction and sometimes pressing on your clit with his rough thumb to earn another wanton scream out of your mouth. 

His finger went inside and out and your hands scrambled to grip at his biceps to steady yourself, legs dipping your bed before you reach your peak, cumming on his fingers.

Atsumu plopped at your side and you creeped your way inside his hold, as you usually did when the sex ended. 

"Your boob hurts and then it leads to me fingering you huh?" You hid your face in his chest, blushing at the earlier activity you did. Atsumu giggled and rubbed at your back while he hugs you. 

"Tomorrow morning my dick will hurt, so you better think of a way to make it feel better when you sleep, hm?" You glared at him.

"Yes sir, I will. Goodnight Atsumu, my head hurts, by the way". You put a finger to his face.

Atsumu kissed your forehead and lulls you to sleep. "Goodnight princess" you heard his snores right after.

You won't mind if your boobs hurt in the future, Atsumu and a Healthline article would help solve your problem

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