#cause y’know he recognized her

[writerfae]

Ranva remembered dreaming of the girl with the crown of thorns when she was little.

It had always frightened her, the way the girl would scream and cry and pin her to the ground, raising the dagger high to sink it right into Ranva’s heart.

She used to wake up in tears, running to find shelter in the bed of her parents. Her mother used to run her hand through her dark locks and sooth her back to sleep.

She remembered asking her mother who the girl was, but she didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know, dear. But she cannot harm you, so don’t be afraid. The nightmare will pass eventually, just you wait.”

And she was right, it did.

Ranva almost forgot about it, until one day Henry crawled into her bed, frightened by a nightmare about a girl with a crown of thorns.

She had soothed him back to sleep like her mother once did for her, telling him the same calming words.

It took some nights, but eventually the nightmare passed for Henry, too. Still, this time the girl with the crown of thorns didn’t leave her mind that easily.

She kept wondering who she was and why she kept haunting the dreams of her family.

Maybe that was why one day, when she sat in her chair with Aiden sleeping close to her heart and exhaustion from worrying about her baby made her fall asleep as well, she dreamed of the girl again.

This time, the dream was different from what she remembered and what her eldest son had told her.

She wasn’t the one standing face to face with the girl, she was watching from the distance as the girl fought with someone else.

It was a young man and he seemed awfully familiar, though she couldn’t quite explain how or why.

Knowing how that dream would end, Ranva ran towards them to try and stop the girl from harming him.

As she got closer she got a better look on the boy that the girl was fighting with and it almost made her stop dead in her tracks.

He looked almost like Milan. Almost. But something about him was different.

Ranva could tell that it wasn’t her husband who was currently fighting for his life there, yet the boy felt strangely familiar and she felt the desperate need to help, to save him.

The girl now had him pinned down to the floor and a panicked scream escaped Ranva’s throat as she saw her raise the dagger high up into the air.

Its blade flashed in the light and much to her surprise the dagger, too, was familiar to her.

Pushing the realization aside she lunged forward to throw herself between the two.

Why she did it, she couldn’t tell, all she felt was the urge to save the boy.

But it was in vain, for she slid right through the two as if they were made out of mist.

Staving off a hard fall, Ranva rolled to the side. She tried standing up again, but somehow she couldn’t move.

Around her, time seemed to have slowed down.

Not too far away, the boy turned his head to face Ranva and their eyes met. He smiled slightly, mouthing something she couldn’t understand.

His outstretched hand twitched like he tried reaching for her and Ranva’s eyes filled with tears as she watched helplessly how the dagger sank down into his chest and the boy went still within seconds.

His eyes were still staring at Ranva, unblinking, and she had to look away.

Her eyes wandered to the dagger and the pair of hands still clasped around its beautifully adorned handle and even higher up to the face of the girl who had just committed the horrible crime in front of her.

A cold fist closed itself around Ranva’s heart. Because the person that held the bloodied knife wasn’t the girl with the crown of thorns anymore.

It was Ranva’s mother.

Ranva awoke with a gasp, her cheeks wet with tears.

Aiden was awake, too, crying and wiggling around as if he just had a bad dream himself.

Quickly brushing away her tears she started to sooth the baby, trying to calm both of them down. She held her little son close, pressing a kiss to his head.

It was just a dream, she told herself. Nothing to worry about.

Later, when her husband and sons were already asleep, Ranva sat down in front of their bed and pulled out a little chest from under it.

Careful not to wake Milan or Aiden, she opened the pretty lid, revealing a bunch of letters and items from a life she had long left behind.

Reaching into the chest, her fingers felt for something hidden away at the very bottom of it.

Something that hadn’t left her mind all day.

She finally found what she was looking for, pulling out an object wrapped in a dark red cloth.

Taking a deep breath, she unwrapped it, revealing an adorned bronze dagger.

It was the exact same dagger from her dream. Runa’s dagger.

Ranva gasped.

Maybe this wasn’t just a dream after all.

Maybe it was a warning.

*

Make it known to the world, I finally got my lazy ass up to write something

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#writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #writing #my writing #this is not proofread in the slightest and I wrote it on my phone please forgive me #anyway the reason Ranva felt the need to protect the boy was because it was future Aiden and the word Aiden mouthed before dying was mother #cause y’know he recognized her #and yes this implies Ranva witnessing in a dream how her mother kills her son #also baby Aiden sleeping close to her heart did indeed influence her dream cause that’s what baby seers can do apparently

[slut4slytherinss]

Gold Rush

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Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.

3,014 words

Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I don’t have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I haven’t read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheo’s father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare, love.” Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, “I wasn’t staring.” you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards you— not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You really should be studying, y’know? Can’t have m’girl failing her exams.” My girl. You roll your eyes. “I’m immune to your charms, Riddle.” You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. “Are you, though? I mean, remember in first year when you—“ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. “I was eleven!” You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. “Okay.” He drags the word out, “Some things never change, badger.” You furrow your eyebrows “Excuse me?” “Y’know? Badger, you’re a Hufflepuff, unless you’re shagging Diggory and stole his tie.” He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. “First of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.” “You think I’m pretty?” Another eye roll. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me, they’re gonna get stuck back there.” Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. “Mattheo! I don’t have all day, c’mon.” He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, “Merlin’s beard,” he murmurs, then calls out to her “I’m coming Eloise!” Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that he’d like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, it’s about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in time— but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, it’s Mattheo. Of course it’s Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. “You alright?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. “I’m fine, Riddle.” You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.

-

You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. “Y/n?” Fucking Mattheo. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls la—“ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.

I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I don’t like a gold rush.

“Wait! Y/n—“ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. “Let go.” You spit out, he tenses his jaw. “Why are you even acting like this? You don’t need to get so pissed just because you’re jea—“ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, “Did you just slap me?” “No.” you reply quickly. “You just slapped me.” he persists, “No I didn’t.” “Yea, you did.” “Yes I did.” you finally admit. “Why?” He asks, “You said I’m jealous, I’m not jealous. You just have a big head.” “I have other big things.” You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. You’ve known that since the first time you saw him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.

-

You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, she’d convinced you to come to this party. And you’d stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.

You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself “yeah, okay. I can get out of here.” You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you don’t have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly clean— minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, there’s your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, he’s still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.

I see me padding ‘cross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

It’s been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You haven’t spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and you’d never live it down. He didn’t. But you don’t know that. You’re choosing out a dress for dinner, you’re in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, “No, Dor, that— that doesn’t compliment me right.” So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, it’s long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.

“No Mattheo, I really don’t agree with that, you’re so— so contrarian.” You shake your head, “Oh give me a break!” He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. He’s just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, he’s a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, “O—okay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.” “This isn’t an argument, it’s a debate.” You correct.

As you’re walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking “Oh, wouldn’t they be such a cute couple?” One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement “They argue so much, plus, doesn’t Y/n Riddle sound so nice?” “Oh I dunno, I’m kind of jealous of her.” A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize they’re taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, “We would not be a cute couple! He’s insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!” You huff.

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered ‘round, had never seen a love as pure as it.

-

“You know that you can’t avoid him all day, right?” Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheo’s direction in the Great Hall. “I can and I will.” The boy rolls his eyes, “C’mon, when me and Cho get into—“ “Don’t compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheo— that’s just.. no!” you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, “Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, Cedric licks his lips “No reason.” “Shouldn’t you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?” you tease, he laughs “Yeah, probably. Shouldn’t you be getting in Mattheo’s pants again?” “Leave it Ced, it will never be.” You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause you know it could never be.

-

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, “I’m not avoiding you.” you reply simply with a shrug. “Yes you are, I’m sick of it.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s it matter to you? We aren’t friends.” “What are you talking about? Yes we are.” “No, we’re really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know I’m going to leave.” You spit out, annoyed with everything, “No I don’t! I talk to you all the—“ you cut him off “Just leave it, I’m done here anyway.” You say before turning back around and walking away, “Well— don’t come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!” He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. “Fuck you!” “You’ve already checked that one off!”

‘Cause I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to you— or anyone for that matter — like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends — who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed “What?” to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a “Nothing.” making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where they’re sitting. “Hello, boys.” you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Uh — hey..” Blaise Zabini murmurs, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?” Draco Malfoy laughs at that “Dickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?” “He’s not my boyfriend Malfoy!” you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up “Um, Y/n he’s just upset you’re ignoring him.” now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little “C’mon man!”’s and “Enzo!”’s he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, “Seriously?” you scoff “he’s mad at me because I’m not talking to him? After what he did?”

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

“Why don’t you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?” Theo speaks up with a shrug. “Excuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?” you ask, twisting toward him. “You want him, obviously.” “Everybody wants him! I don’t — I don’t like that horrid feeling!” you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush.

Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaise’s plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. “You’ve liked him since fist year, admit it.” Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so it’s a bit muffled. “Shut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.” you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, “But really, stop leading our boy on.” “I haven’t led him — or anyone for that matter — on!” now it’s Theo’s turn to speak “Well.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,” “That was a mistake.” “Still shitty.” Enzo says. You huff, “That’s — no! Even if it was shitty, it’s not like I’m in love with him. He shouldn’t’ve expected anything from me.” Draco raises an eyebrow “Wow, didn’t know Hufflepuffs were such—“ “Dude, don’t finish that sentence.” Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, “If you don’t like him, then don’t lead him on, it’s not difficult.” Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. “Tell him I don’t like him, and — that I’m sorry or whatever.” Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew it’d be this hard to get over him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?

-

As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. He’s plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. He’s got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, he’s rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You aren’t going to be any of those girls, not now at least.

My mind turns your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

-

You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud — but not angry — footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. “What’s wrong Pans?” You ask once she catches her breath. “Riddle told me about what you said.” You wince at the mention, “Oh.” She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.” As an afterthought. “Never mind that, you are,” you furrow your eyebrows “—in love with him. You’re in love with him.” She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, “Am not!” In response. “You literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.” “In first year! Yeah, but that’s not now!” She rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/n/n, you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.” She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, “Okay, I’ve got detention now, see ya later.” Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that you’re in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t sleep with him.

I see me padding ‘cross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You aren’t supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldn’t come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you don’t. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.

At dinner parties, won’t call you out on your contrarian shit.

-

You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? That’s impossible, he’s him, you’re just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.

And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. ‘Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause it will never be.

-

He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as he’s smoothing out his shirt, he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you’re — well —in your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy “Mattheo?” and becomes serious again. “Um—hey.” He smiles gently, out of character for him. “I know it’s late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.” You rub your eyes and yawn, “Well?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I know we aren’t close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I mean—really like you. It’s so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, y’know a girl who I barely know. But you’re just different, you make me feel things—things that no one else does.” He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. “Anyway.. what I’m trying to say is, I think we’d be really good together. I want us to try it out, if you’d have me?” “Mattheo I—“

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

-

A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

#angst #evermore #fluff #harry potter #slytherin #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #smut #fanfic #gold rush #benjamin wadsworth #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire #theodore nott #tom riddle #regulus black

[devilmademewriteit]

Javier Peña & Joel Miller Headcanons (drabbles?)

another smutty edition. ohmygod this is filth.

warnings: rough sex/smut (oh boy. oral [both receiving], fingering, masturbation, cockwarming… & prolly more) so 18+ only content; stepdad!joel (againimsorry); dbf!joel; slapping, spanking, spitting; age gap; bratty!reader; smoking; petnames (sweetheart, angel, babygirl, baby) dubcon (coercion, intoxication, imbalanced power dynamic); like I said this is just pure filth—dead dove, do not eat.

Thank u guys for all the love on the last one !! I’ve got longer pieces coming soon, but in the meantime, enjoy this depravity based on yalls requests!! I’m going to hell!!

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Javi’s “boredom breaks” at work involved stealing you from behind your desk & coaxing you into giving him head from the passenger side of his Jeep Cherokee. Parked or driving, busy street or deserted parking lot, it was all the same to him—which meant onlookers, inevitably. Peña was indispensable at the embassy, so the voyeurs didn’t bother him, and he assured you that “nobody’s gonna recognize the receptionist by the back of her fuckin’ head.” In a dusty, empty side-street, Javier’s cock rhythmically prods the back of your throat. With one hand straddling the back of your neck, he grinds out a “fuck yeah, jus’ like that,” between deep pulls off his cigarette, ashing it out the open window with a quick flick of his fingernail.

“It’s fuckin’ hot, watching you take calls from all those corporate big-shots when I know you still got the taste of my cum on your tongue.”

Joel’s favourite position was doggy-style. Especially with both your hands pinned behind your back in his much larger, much stronger one; especially when your teasing had earned you some good-old-fashioned discipline. “Someone’s gotta fuck the brat outta you.” He’d pull out every time, even when you begged him not to, all so he could watch his hot seed spilling onto the red handprints branding your ass. But that always happened after he took in the swooping arch of your back, the way your skin yielded to his with every lazy slap he delivered to it—and, oh, your muffled sobs following his: “tell me—where’s that fuckin’ attitude get you?”

“S’right, sweetheart. Gets you on your knees, takin’ cock facedown like a lil’ slut.”

Sometimes, Javier just wanted to watch. “Show me, hermosa, how do you touch yourself when I’m away?” He’d relax in the armchair, an attentive audience member as he drank in the sight of you spread out on the bed, sliding a hand between your thighs. Those dark eyes never left yours, not even when he had to palm himself through his denim to relieve the aching desire building underneath. “Can tell you’ve been practicing for me.” & you’d finish with his name on your tongue, taking care to put every detail of your climax on display for him.

“You could be fuckin’ famous, y’know. I could film you just like that—my very own pornstar.”

One late-night in your father’s living room, you worked up the nerve to ask Joel to take your virginity so that it’d “be with someone who I like, who’ll take good care of me.” & he did such a good job, easing in oh-so-slowly, searching your eyes for any ounce of pain as he stretched you wide, wiiide open for him. “Fuck, maybe m’not the best person for this, sweetheart,” and it might’ve been true ‘cause his cock was almost too big to fit, squeezing in so, so tight between your fluttering walls. But eventually, it did, and then your dad’s best friend was rocking into you, muffling your soft cries of surprise, pain, pleasure, lust, abandon, and need in his palm.

“Sshh, sshh, s’alright, baby, s’alright. Jus’ focus on me, yeah? ‘Else your dad’s gonna find out I broke in his lil’ princess.”

Javi had never considered himself to be a jealous man. He was something of a sexual communist: cheating wasn’t cheating if it was just fucking, girlfriends were made to be shared, and only a self-denying idiot turned down any version of a threesome. But after that first time with you? That was all over. He’d have you straddling his lap on the brink of explosion, cunt dripping onto his bare thighs before finally lowering you onto every hard inch of himself—only to keep you still, his personal lil’ cockwarmer. “Tell me you’re mine, baby, tell me this pussy’s mine.” Saying the words wasn’t always enough for either of you to actually believe them, so Javi would fuck you—hard—until they were true, until he was certain that you belonged to him. Till he tore cries of worship from your lips and orgasms from your cunt.

“I know, querida, feels so good to surrender, don’t it?”

Stepdad!Joel picking you up from a party in his big ol’ truck with a couple of his drinking buddies tagging along. This time, he lets you sit in the front. “Ain’t she a stunner?” Blushing as the others mumble in agreement. Soon, Joel’s rough hand is crawling up your thigh. “We thought up a way you could thank us for the ride, angel.” Your cunt warms at the feel of his fingers slipping between your folds. It starts to pulse at the idea of being filled so full by 3 men at once, and it nearly aches at the thought of pleasing Joel. “You’re a big girl now, ain’t that right?” Parking the car, pulling you onto his lap, bunching your shirt up above your tits and exposing you to a car-full of leering eyes.

“N’ big girls take care of more’n just one cock at a time, sweetheart.”

It was obvious from the start that Peña, Murphy, and (especially) Carrillo didn’t abide by any kind of rule book in the field. It shocked you, nonetheless, the first time you watched Agent Peña put a bullet through a sicario‘s head. “We’re the good guys, sweetheart.” But it didn’t feel that way. For months, it didn’t feel that way, and you refused to be alone in a room with him. Not because he scared you, but because you were afraid of how his gratuitous violence had excited you. You managed to avoid him, until, one afternoon, he cornered you in the filing room—like a writhing tail caught in a mousetrap—his amused expression underpinned by a familiar kind of danger.

“You wanna pretend I’m the bad guy? S’fine, querida, I can live with that. But your pussy’s wet just thinkin’ about it, so at least have the decency to let me fuck you like one.”

When Joel ate you out, it was always as a reward. He liked doing it, of course, but he was an impatient man who worshipped the feel of a woman’s cunt wrapped around his cock (he’d cut blowjobs short for god’s sake, pulling you mid-gag off his length just to fuck you, instead). You memorized how pretty he looked with his head between your thighs, grey-speckled beard glistening with your very own slick. “F’you keep squirmin’ around like that, angel, m’gonna have to tie you up. Stay put.” Thighs hitched over his broad shoulders, voice hoarse from the never-ending moans his mouth and his fingers enticed from you over and over and over again. “Been such a good listener, baby,” and your fingers ran through his hair, streams of freshwater gushing between great, snow-flecked pines. But the best part came after: even his praise didn’t compare to the feel of his thumb against your chin, prying you open as he spat a wad of saliva onto your tongue.

“Open up for me, tha’s right. Y’see how good that pretty lil’ pussy tastes?”

Bonus fluff/angst:

He’d never meant to hurt you, of course. Javi wasn’t the greatest at the whole ~relationship~ thing, and even though you hadn’t defined whatever it was that, together, you shared, it still hurt like hell, finding out he was still screwing around. He hadn’t broken any promises, per se, but your crestfallen expression made him feel as though he’d committed a federal offence. “Baby, if I’da known…” and he’s kneeling down, (praying at the foot of your altar), gazing up at you with plea-filled, onyx black eyes before pressing his forehead to your abdomen, holding your hips between his hands as if you were sacred to him.

“I just… I need you like the fuckin’ air I breathe, hermosa. I hate myself for hurting you.”

You’d always had a bit of a school girl crush on dad’s best friend, Joel. Who could blame you? He was capable, funny, handsome—and oh, how you hated bringing friends over while he was in the house, too, ‘cause they giggled and flirted with him and it made you livid. This time, you actually had to step into the garage and light up a sneaky smoke just to find some fucking peace again. That’s where he found you, leaning defeatedly against the beer fridge; you frantically put the smoking tip out, cursing yourself for your carelessness. Joel raised his eyebrows at the cigarette before smiling in amusement. Then, he surprised you by pressing a big, warm, tender palm to your cheek.

“You’re always gonna be my favourite. You know that, right?”

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Family Bonding

Summary - While Lucifer is now helping Charlie with the Hazbin Hotel, he still feels remorseful for not offering his services sooner. Luckily, with some help from Vaggie, Charlie knows just how to make him feel better.

Word Count - 1080

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Lucifer was at the Hazbin Hotel, hovering in one of the hallways filled with doors to the residents’ rooms. He was by one of the ceiling lights, attempting to fix it, as it would not light up.

Charlie was walking down the hallway to check in on her father’s progress, with Vaggie accompanying her. As the couple rounded a corner, Charlie spotted her father up by the light. He had a look of sorrow on his face, as his hands fiddled with the light fixture.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” Charlie called out.

Lucifer turned and looked at his daughter before abandoning the light and flying down to the pair.

“Charlie, I…” He started, pausing for a moment. “I’m sorry that I’ve failed you so much.”

Charlie was slightly taken aback.

“Dad, it’s okay.” She reassured him. “It's just a light. We could always get it replaced.”

“No, it’s not the light. I just… I wish that I got involved in your project sooner. I wish that I was there for you, helping out since day one. I should’ve been, and there’s no excuse for why I wasn’t.” Lucifer said, looking down at the ground.

Charlie’s expression turned to one of empathy.

“We can’t change the past, Dad. If we could, I’m sure we all have things that we would do differently.” Charlie said, looking over at Vaggie, who smiled in response. Charlie turned back to her father, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What’s important is that you’re here now, trying your best to help out and make up for lost time.”

Lucifer looked up at Charlie, a slight smile on his face.

“Thanks, Charlie. That helps to hear. I suppose it’s just hard not to feel a bit sad remembering the bad things you’ve done in the past, y’know?” Lucifer said, his smile fading a bit.

Vaggie turned her head away. She could relate.

Charlie didn’t like seeing her father upset, and wished that there was a way she could make him feel better. She thought back to when she was a child, and how her father used to cheer her up when she was sad. Suddenly, she got an idea.

Charlie gave Lucifer a light shove, causing him to fall back onto the carpeted floor. She then planted herself on his waist, pinning him down.

“Vaggie! Come get his arms!” Charlie called out, beaming.

Vaggie was reluctant, but figured that Charlie had some sort of unorthodox plan to cheer up the King of Hell. She walked over and sat on her legs opposite Charlie, Lucifer’s hands being pinned beneath her knees.

“Uh, Ch-Charlie, dear, what are you doing?” Lucifer said, concern evident in his voice.

“Making you feel better the way you taught me!” Charlie chimed.

“And uh, how exactly might that b-'' Lucifer began, the sight of Charlie’s wiggling fingers inching towards him before being pulled back cutting him off.

Lucifer began to squirm, a nervous smile appearing on his face. He understood what Charlie meant, and knew that he could never bring himself to use his powers on his daughter or her girlfriend, leaving him helpless to their attack.

“Now, Charlie, I’m sure we can talk about this. No need to make any hasty decisions.” Lucifer pleaded, keeping his eyes trained on Charlie’s fluttering fingers.

Recognizing the situation, Vaggie spoke up.

“Tsk, tsk. You should have known better than to be upset around the hotel’s very own Tickle Monster. Now she has to tickle the sadness out of you. Trust me, I’ve experienced it before.” She said with a smirk.

Lucifer flushed, squirming more madly.

“Girls, please. We can work something else out, right?” He pleaded further.

“Hmm…” Charlie said, pretending to think. “Nope, too late! Tickles it is!”

With that, Charlie dug her wiggling fingers into Lucifer’s stomach, making him shriek before laughter started pouring out of his mouth.

“NAHAHA! CHAHAHAHARLIE!” Lucifer laughed out, his wings beginning to flap against the ground.

Vaggie giggled softly. 

“Wow Hon, I see where you get it from.” She teased.

“Vaaaagie!” Charlie whined, a slight blush appearing on her face. “You’re supposed to help tease my dad, not me!”

Vaggie chucked. 

“Sorry babe, couldn’t help myself.”

Lucifer continued laughing helplessly beneath the girls.

“NOHOHO! AHAHAHA! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” He attempted to plead, Charlie’s fingers continuing to dance around his stomach.

Not wanting to break him so quickly, Charlie removed her hands and placed them behind herself, latching onto the underside of her father’s knees. She began gently scraping her nails against the area.

Lucifer flinched at the contact, becoming jumpy as Charlie attacked the sensitive spot. His legs started lightly kicking up and down, as his wings continued to flap.

“Ehehehe! Chahaharlie! Spahahare yohour old fahahather!” He giggled out.

“Not until I’m certain that you’re feeling better!” Charlie said playfully.

As Vaggie watched Lucifer’s wings flap against the ground, she got an idea.

“Hey, Charlie, check this out.” Vaggie said, reaching her hands over to Lucifer’s top set of wings.

“I aham feheheeling behetter, I prohom- eEE!” Lucifer began, a squeal arising as Vaggie wiggled her fingers into his wings.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! AHAHAHA!” Lucifer laughed loudly.

“Woah! I didn’t know that wings could be ticklish!” Charlie said in amazement, as she switched to attacking Lucifer’s bottom set of wings.

“Oh, they are. Greatly so, in fact.” Vaggie said, remembering the times she and her fellow exorcists playfully fought one another.

“PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA! GIR-AHAHAHAHA! MEHEHERC-AHAHAHAHAHA!” Lucifer attempted to plead, finding that he was barely able to form words.

Worried that she might overdo things, Charlie slowed her hands to a stop and pulled them away from her father, with Vaggie following suit.

As Charlie and Vaggie got off of Lucifer, he curled in on himself, hiding away his wings and attempting to catch his breath.

“Well, I’d say that you have been sufficiently cheer- aH!” Charlie started, her statement cut off as her father yanked her to the ground, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Never change.” He said, keeping her in his hold.

“Aww! I won’t, Dad.” Charlie said, returning the embrace.

Charlie motioned for Vaggie to join them. When she walked within arm’s length, both Charlie and Lucifer pulled her down into the hug. Vaggie blushed slightly.

“We’re going to be here a while, aren’t we?” Vaggie questioned, although she felt that she already knew the answer.

“Yup.” Charlie and Lucifer said in unison.

Vaggie sighed defeatedly, despite the smile on her face.

Guess the light will have to wait.

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[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ WHEN SPRING COMES . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀呪術廻戦 ; megumi fushiguro x fem reader

⊹ ⠀⠀ your love for megumi can be compared to a snowflake; delicate and beautiful, stunning and unique. however, spring is coming— and eventually, all snowflakes have to melt. (1.2k)

contains; hanahaki au, rejection, angst, implied death author's note; this is 2 years old pls forgive me,, n hanahaki used to be my favorite trope IM SORRY I POST IT SM ajskl

it’s been over a decade, fifteen years really, of the never-ending winter that you’ve grown so accustomed to. the settled snow has been your comfort zone, a weighted blanket tying you down to his presence since primary school, freezing the ribbon that tied your heart to his for eternity— though only now, you realize that ribbon is a chain, shackling you to a hopeless series of unrequited feelings that could never be returned. you’ve imprisoned yourself to an idea of love that never was. love that you viewed as your personal one-of-a kind snowflake between the two of you; something special and passionate with no barriers or boundaries, which softly flurried around you for your entire lives...

...but snowflakes melt when they touch the ground.

the soft powder is nothing but water now; dirtied water on the blood-ridden pavement, speckled with pink petals of a flower that you used to love. the snowflake is dying. it’s dead. and spring has come.

“tilt your head up,” megumi murmurs with the softest, most lovely voice you’ve ever heard. “you’ve still got some on your chin.”

he’s being generous with his words. you know your skin is stained red, dripping with blood and broken leaves that refuse to be wiped away. luckily for you, he tells you that red is his favorite color— that the scarlet shade compliments your complexion and makes you look beautiful— but you know he’s lying.

the deep clots and black chunks would send anyone into a nauseous fit, he’s too kind to you.

you wish he would be horrible. that he’d hurdle insulting comments, awful remarks, and unforgivable curses— but he’d never.

— and you love him for that.

it’s too bad that he doesn’t feel the same.

he never has. 

he never will.

“does that feel alright?” his washcloth is cold and damp. it’s a muddied mahogany after previously being a gorgeous forrest green. “it’s still warm, right?”

you nod, believing that one more lie won’t hurt your already dreadful situation. “i think you’ve got it all,” the reflection before you is one you recognize, a person of the past that you can’t seem to let go of no matter how many hours you spend wishing them away. “thank you, really.”

despite the normal appearance you now display, with rose-tinted cheeks and swollen eyes, there’s a garden growing in the sink. vines slithering their way down the drain as the water stream attempts to rid them from view. torn tulip petals are strewn across the bathroom floor, and in another life perhaps it would have been romantic to see a flower petal pathway leading towards the bedroom— that’s not your life though. you’ve been left with emptiness and a void of feelings with no return. 

“i’m always here to hold your hair back, i hope you know that.” he smiles with kindness, a genuine goodness that can only be portrayed by him. he’s the best person you know. there’s no mystery as to why you fell for him all those years ago, and why that love has followed you through adulthood. “it’s almost pretty…y’know, in a morbid way.”

hm, funny. morbidly beautiful.

“yeah,” you reply in a snap. “maybe they can be my funeral flowers.”

you've made him angry.

“don’t even joke about that, what the hell?” megumi always gets upset when you say those type of things. his vision turns red and he’s blinded by his own sadness that he forgets that he’s the cause— he’s the calamity that uprooted your formally blissful life. he’s the one who fell in love with someone new. 

winter could’ve lasted forever had he not gone to class that day.

it could raged onwards had he not met her.

you could’ve been hand-in-hand dancing beneath the moonlight on a snowy eve if she hadn’t asked for directions to the library. his kisses could’ve been peppering your face rather than hers if only you’d been more fun, more outgoing, more persuasive, more everything, then maybe he would’ve stayed. 

but megumi didn’t stay...

...he left.

he left as the leaves grew on the barren trees and pollen drifted through the breeze. he said his brief goodbyes to your heart while his chased her’s in yearning. he didn’t so much as glance your way as the hanahaki roots planted themselves in your heart— only choosing to show concern after they’d already grown terminal. he disappeared from your point of view before you could even acknowledge his absence— which was and continues to be unfair.

megumi was yours and now he isn’t. it’s as simple as that. as awful and simple as that. 

“we both know i’m dying.” you murmur, hands folded together as if they're the only things you have left to hang onto. you wish one of those hands could find their place in his warm palm, but the black marker ink etched onto his skin in the shapes of mini hearts and smiley faces are more than enough to drive you away. “there’s no point in denying it anymore. i can barely breathe.”

he shakes his head, backing away from you despite your obvious need for physical comfort.

you thought he knew you better than that. you thought he’d know exactly how to ease your pain, but he doesn’t. he’s very clearly not your soulmate, but for some reason your heart tells you otherwise.

“you’d be able to if you’d just get the surgery,” he says. “please.”

he's begging for something he could solve.

megumi's eyes look dark under the overhead light. “please don’t make me have to see you in a casket.”

the surgery in which the roots are removed from your heart is a tricky one. a procedure that many endure and survive, where they get to continue living their lives healthy and happy— though, are they truly living if they’re void of the love that once consumed them?

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, you know that.” your voice is firm, after having had this conversation many times before, “i’d know a part of me was missing. you’re too important for me to just…erase.”

if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather remain in your eternal winter for the rest of your soul’s existence. yes, it’s cold and dreary, with little to no sunlight and hope of a new love or progression in your relationship with him— but it’s familiar. you find it comfortable and there’s no fear in the feelings that you’re already so accustomed to living with everyday. the thought of spring is terrifying. the season following your beloved winter that represents rebirth and new blossoming love is one that you’ll never come to know— which is completely by choice. there’s no point in limping yourself towards spring when there’s no one you’d rather love than megumi. 

these hanahaki tulips won’t see the sunshine they yearn for when the grass regains its color. they’ll simply wither away with you and the lock that refuses to fall, holding your feelings for him in an eternal slumber that will never be woken. 

“i love you.” you say, whilst knowing that that’s the last thing he wants to hear. “i love you so much.”

your confessions of love are a reminder of your little time left, and he hates it.

he wishes it would all stop; but it can’t and it won’t.

perhaps he should’ve given you a chance when the opportunity arose. then you may have been happy. however, he knows that there’s no forcing love.

you’ve been doomed since the moment you’d laid eyes on him. 

love isn't your happiness.

“i’ve only ever loved you.”

it's your demise.

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CONGRATS!!! 1000 FOLLOWERS IS SO AWESOME AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU!!🥰🩷

For the celebration I'm thinking Joel has lived in Jackson for months and has a bad reputation so people mostly avoid him and he always keeps to himself. BUT reader is the exception, always with a big smile and really polite to him (and he has a terrible crush on her). She always sees him alone at the bar looking around and seeming dislocated and decides to ask him "may I have this dance" cause she likes him too, but he panic and refuses. Later he realizes he's missing his chance with her and tries to fix it. Just some nice fluff (with age gap please🙏)

HIIIII SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT NONNIE

(okay so I'm back-ish, I apologize to everyone for disappearing but i had a rough couple of weeks and had to deal with a lot of stuff. i actually finished this fic some time ago but didn't have strength to post it but i'm more ready now so here you go <3 i hope you'll like it, i had a lot of fun writing it!! and thank you for requesting!! love you 🥰)

Joel Miller was a recluse. Everyone knew that, though not many were aware that he didn’t exactly choose this kind of life for himself.

He really hoped that things would get better after he settled down in Jackson with Ellie, but the residents of the town made it very clear that they didn’t want his company. It stung a little, especially since Joel didn’t think he gave them any reason to be wary of him, but he hid his hurt well. With time he got used to nasty whispers, people giving him a wide berth and basically everyone but Tommy and Ellie avoiding him. It was unpleasant, sure, but he learned to just deal with it.

Well, there was also you.

Joel had no clue what your deal was. Why you weren’t shying away from him like your fellow peers and why you went out of your way to always catch him into a conversation or smile at him whenever you saw him.

“I think she’s crushin’ on ya,” Tommy told him once during a dinner at his house. Ellie and Maria weren’t present, the latter showing the teen some clothes she might want – and thank fuck for that. Joel would murder his little brother if he said such nonsense in their presence.

“The hell you’re talkin’ about?” he spluttered, his eyebrows furrowed when Tommy sent him a smug, knowing grin. The question was completely unnecessary, of course, since they were already talking about you, but still Joel hoped he somehow misinterpreted his brother’s words.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Joel.” He sprawled out on the chair, still with that stupid smirk. “I really think she’s into you. I’d ask her out if I were you.”

“There’s no… I assure you she isn’t.”

“But if she was–”

“She’s not. Now can I eat my meal in peace?” Joel placed his hands on the table, but Tommy shook his head.

“But you like her, right? She’s nice.”

Joel sighed. “Yeah, she is.”

“And pretty.”

That Joel didn’t fall for. He glared at his brother.

“Jesus, Tommy, let me have it. I’m lucky she even wants to talk to me, with all her friends tellin’ her I’m bad news and me being half her age older.”

His eyes became solemn and voice took a lower, quieter tone, which told Tommy the matter was hitting Joel harder than he let on. He sat up straight, getting rid of the teasing smile.

“Alrigh’. Sorry for bringin’ it up.” Joel sighed and nodded, signifying that everything was okay. “I just want you to be happy, y’know. Maybe you should give yourself a chance.”

The older Miller didn’t answer and took a big swig of whiskey out of his glass.

The problem was, he didn’t need Tommy to tell him all that. Joel would have to be blind and stupid not to notice how breathtakingly beautiful you are, and this, combined with your intelligence, passion and sense of humor, was his ultimate undoing. Every time he talked with you, it was all he could do to hide the redness in his cheeks and the weakness in his knees.

But he did. ‘Cause, let’s be real – even though Joel recognized he had a terrible crush on you (though it took him weeks to make peace with this fact) he knew there was no way in hell you’d find him even a fraction as attractive as he found you. He was almost twice your age,  for heaven’s sake, and such a young, gorgeous woman as you would never agree to throw her life away to be with an old man.

But God knew that with each day you broke down his walls, the desire to kiss you was becoming more and more agonizing. Every smile you sent his way worked only to feed his imagination of how soft your lips would surely be if he could only brush his thumb across it, not to mention touch them with his own. He wondered how your hands, so much smaller than his calloused ones, would feel on his stomach or shoulders. How it would be to embrace you with his arms, skin to skin and without any layers in-between.

Those were not the thoughts he should be having, especially in public – yet here he was, several days after his conversation with Tommy, imagining impossible while he watched you laughing on the dance floor with your friend. You looked so carefree, so happy and full of life, your energy only reminding Joel sourly of his own old age.

He noticed you glancing his way several times throughout the evening but he knew it didn’t mean anything, it would never mean anything other than your innocent friendliness. So he just quickly looked away lest you realize he was staring.

Joel took a swing from his glass and looked around the bar, trying to take his mind off you – fruitlessly. His eyes still darted back to you every few seconds, involuntarily roaming over your exposed skin visible under the nice outfit you picked for tonight. It was driving Joel insane with longing and need, and all he could think of was the mental image of how kissing and touching you gently would feel like.

Bet you’d feel so perfect under his palms.

He closed his eyes and propped up his forehead on his fist, trying to tune out the music and all the distracting background noises.

Keep it together. 

He had to remember that he was way too old to be this enamored with a young, pretty girl like you. You would surely be repulsed if you had any clue about what was going on in his head, and some of the thoughts he had–

Then, Joel felt a light touch on his shoulder and lo and behold – there you were, standing right in front of him with a bright smile, as if summoned by his thoughts.

“Hi,” you said, tilting your head in that endearing way that made his insides tighten. “What are you doing here alone, cowboy?”

Joel prayed that he wasn’t blushing, though his hope diminished increasingly when your eyes wandered curiously across his features. Your eyebrows rose slightly and he cursed internally.

Fuck, you were so beautiful.

“M’not…” He cleared his throat and started again. “M’waitin’ for Tommy. He had to sort somethin’ out with… uh, someone.” He drummed his fingers against the table but stopped immediately, not wanting to give you an impression that the conversation with you was boring him. “You don’t have to do it, darlin’.”

You gave him a puzzled look, and he explained. “Y’know. Hang out with me. The people like to talk nasty things and I don’t wanna expose you to that.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged with a sweet smile which Joel could kill for just to see it one more time. “And I… enjoy spending time with you.“

It didn’t mean anythin’. You were just bein’ friendly.

But even though he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra, Joel could not take his eyes off you. You were a vision – your profile bathed in the soft lights of the bar, your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked over your shoulder, deep in thought, at the stereo tower. The current song’s notes died down and a new one, much slower and romantic, started to play. You took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. “Actually I wanted to ask you something. If you don’t mind.”

“Ask away, darlin’.” He offered you a small smile, hoping to put you at ease, and you wetted your lips – which nearly gave him a heart attack and caused him to almost miss your next words.

“May I have this dance?”

Joel’s world stopped for a moment. He was in the middle of lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips but his muscles stiffened and the tumbler slipped out of his cold fingers. It didn’t shatter, but the rich liquid spilled all over the table. Your eyes flickered to the overturned glass, but Joel didn’t pay it any mind, too stunned to look at anything else but you.

“C-come again?” he stuttered, his voice strained and small. In the corner of his eye he noticed people at the next table glancing their way, alarmed by the noise, but he forced his attention back to you.

“This is my favorite song,” you explained shyly, an adorable blush spreading across your cheeks and neck. “So… may I have this dance, Joel?”

Now the people sitting around them definitely heard that, because they started smirking and whispering, and one person went to another group standing nearby on the dance floor. Joel felt his own face growing hot as he watched them pointing not-so-discreetly in his direction.

It was like the most wonderful dream and the most horrible nightmare come true at the same time.

He couldn’t do it. There was no way, not in front of all the people of Jackson who hated and despised him. He didn’t want to give them a show to gossip about or worse, subject you to their disdain.

But you still stood in front of his chair with an innocent, hopeful smile, though you started to shuffle the longer Joel was silent. The song – your favorite, supposedly – was passing in the background but you kept waiting patiently for an answer to your question.

He had to come up with something. Or just explain to you that he doesn’t dance – the sweet little thing you were, you’d probably understand and not pressure him into doing it. At least he hoped so.

C’mon, say somethin’.

“No.”

Your face fell instantly and Joel’s eyes widened at the mortifying realization of what just came out of his mouth.

Anythin’ but THAT.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds in the silence of the bar before your eyes started to glisten and you averted your gaze. Someone to Joel’s left snickered derisively and in the next second whispers erupted all around you two. You seemed to shrink in yourself, embarrassment and regret marking your beautiful face, and Joel’s heart almost broke when a tear slipped from your eye, and then another one fell down your other cheek.

“Okay,” you murmured, wiping the treacherous tears quickly and keeping your gaze trained on the floor. “Sorry. Sorry.”

You turned on your heel and went to exit the establishment, your step gradually turning into a run when the giggles and whispers around you became louder. The door swung open on the winter wind and just like that, you were gone.

Then all eyes turned to Joel – and the shame Joel felt increased at least tenfold.

He saw Tommy standing up and walking toward him from the other side of the room with worry written all over his face, but Joel didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say. He stood up and left through the same door you did, glaring threateningly at anyone stupid enough to still snicker at the situation they witnessed.

Ten minutes later Joel was standing in front of your door, trying to keep his knocking below the ‘desperate’ level.

He realized that he had to tell you. He intended to keep the feelings he harbored for you bottled up for the rest of his life but you needed to know the reason why he turned you down. You needed to hear from him that he cared about you, that it wasn’t some malicious act toward you but sheer cowardice stemming from the problem that he was madly in love with you.

“Hello? It’s… it’s Joel,” he choked out through his tight throat as he knocked again, a little louder this time. “Darlin’, can I talk to you?”

No response came, though he saw the lights in your house were on, and Joel had to take a deeper breath to calm his nerves. He prayed that he hadn’t completely screwed it up, but for now all the evidence spoke against him.

You wanted to dance with him. You gathered your courage just to ask him for a dance and he said no.

Joel knew he lost his chance. He lost you. You were his only friend in town and he somehow managed to fuck everything up with just one word.

He was so lost in his wallowing in despair that he almost missed the door opening slightly. In the gap of the doorway he caught a glimpse of your iris – and though it was only for a split second, Joel could clearly see that your eye was red. A pang of guilt pierced his chest but once you saw it was him, you shut the door again.

“No, darlin’, please. Please, just let me explain.” A wave of desperation and fear threatened to drown him and Joel’s heart clenched in his chest. “I’m so sorry, I acted like an asshole but I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I-I panicked.”

He was babbling, not even knowing if you were still there on the other side of the door, but the desperate and remorseful words were spilling out of him like a waterfall.

“I’m so sorry. Sweetheart…” Joel sighed, putting his hand on the cold wood of the door and listening for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound coming from inside. “Please. I’m beggin’ you, open the door.”

Then he heard something – a sound like blowing one’s nose. Joel froze for one, two… three seconds, and nearly collapsed in relief when you unlocked the door.

“You can come in,” you said, but didn’t meet his eyes. “You’re probably freezing, no?”

Joel nodded, feeling his throat going dry at the sorrowful sight of you. He crossed the threshold, closing the front door quietly behind him and looked you over. You hadn’t changed out of that pretty outfit of yours yet, although it was now covered by a long cardigan that you draped over your shoulders. In your hand you held a crumpled tissue but quickly pocketed it when Joel’s eyes fell on it.

He opened his mouth with a sharp inhale but before he could apologize, you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry for that,” you blurted out and glanced up at him but quickly looked down at the floor again. “I shouldn’t have asked you to dance in front of all those people and I overreacted because then everyone was looking at me… Look, it wasn’t even that big of a deal so don’t read into it. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he said softly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have nothin’ to apologize for. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I panicked ‘cause I–”

“It’s fine,” you muttered again. “Just forget it.”

“I can’t. Listen, sweetheart, I panicked ‘cause I wish I could let myself read into it.”

Your head snapped up and Joel swallowed heavily, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“What I mean–” Fuck, he really was shit at talking so openly about these stuff. “I… I have feelings for ya. Had ‘em for a long time now but I never planned on actin’ on ‘em ‘cause I know I’m too old and you’d never…”

“You’re… really?” you asked with wide eyes, but he tuned your words out, fearing that you were going to kick him out at any second.

“I’m only tellin’ you all this ‘cause I need you to know I care about ya and I didn’t say ‘no’ outta malice or… or ‘cause I don’t like you. I do. Too much, I’m afraid.”

You were staring at him, mouth agape and silent. Joel didn’t move, awaiting your reaction – whether you tell him to get out or scream how disgusting he was, he was going to take it. And then, if you never want to see him again, he’ll accept it. One day. But he doubted his heart would ever recover.

“Let me fix it,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper when you didn’t give any reaction to his confession. “Please, darlin’.”

Your eyes skimmed over his face as you hummed to yourself, almost irritably calm. Joel swallowed, the weight of guilt and anticipation pulling him down – and he was ready to fall to his knees before you when finally you lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your fingertips, so delicately he could barely feel it. He froze and tried not to breathe, not wanting to cause you to pull away.

“I noticed something when you were rambling,” you said with a hint of reflection. Joel had no idea what was happening or why were you acting that way, but he daren’t move. He briefly entertained a thought that he was dreaming, but then his attention got caught by the sight of the corner of your lips twitching slightly, as if you were keeping yourself from laughing.

His chest expanded with hope so strong, it was almost unbearably painful.

“What is it?” he forced himself to speak, the nerves making his voice weak and raspy.

“Your accent gets heavier when you’re nervous,” you mused, as though to yourself, now trailing your fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “It’s cute.”

His heart lurched at your words. You gazed up at him and absently bit your lip, which Joel found downright sinful.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to gather the courage to make the first move?” Your words were bitter, but there was a trace of relief in your voice. Joel let your fingers wander across the lines of his jaw and cheekbones, wishing he had enough boldness to touch you like that, too, but suddenly, your hand stilled and your eyes met his again. “Did you mean it? The things you said?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his own fingers twitching as he restrained himself from reaching for you. His head was spinning, trying to comprehend the meaning of your actions and words. “But do you–”

You touched his lips lightly again, silencing his question, and your features slowly were overtaken by a large, bright smile, which seemed to lift all the heavy weight of worry from Joel’s shoulders.

“You wanted to fix it, right?” you asked in a teasing whisper. He nodded. “Then just ask me.”

You weren’t angry. You weren’t pulling away.

You wanted to dance with him and you gathered the courage to do so, and now Joel had to do the same. He couldn’t waste this second chance you gave him.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards and he exhaled shakily.

“May I have this dance?”

You pursed your lips to hide your joy and side-eyed him, but your eyes were sparkling with playfulness. “You know, I think I should respond the same way you did. Just to be fair.”

“Sweetheart, don’t play with this old man’s heart,” he whispered and smiled shyly when you giggled at the exasperation but also uncertainty in his voice. Joel still felt kind of out of it, too stunned to trust his mind that this was really happening – but the sound of your laughter brought him right back to Earth, to the place he wanted to be more than anywhere else.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Miller.” You took his hand and brought it to your hip, making Joel’s breath hitch in his throat and cheeks grow warm. His reaction didn’t get past you, and you smiled at him so radiantly that his world started to spin. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body against his. “But you’ll have some atoning to do.”

His throat was dry, but Joel returned your shy smile, stepping to the side and guiding you carefully to the thumping rhythm of his heart.

And a couple of minutes later, after more hushed apologies and assurances during your slow-dancing, Joel placed his hand on your cheek, almost letting out a relieved whimper when you nuzzled your face into his palm.

And after another few minutes went by, when he leaned in and you didn’t stop his lips from meeting yours, he knew he was a goner.

He couldn’t get rid of the big smile on his face – perhaps the first real one since arriving in Jackson all those months ago.

#bluebeary-jay's 1k party #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #peepaw needs some love and we need a volunteer #joel miller x you #the last of us #i love writing joel so shy and fumbling over his words #he might be an unstoppable force and ready to kill people without batting an eye but he WILL blush while talking to a pretty girl

[kiwisandpearls]

Reckless

Svarog and Clara x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader

Summary: Svarog and Clara love you deeply as family, but they both wish you would stop running straight into danger and would have at least a bit of self-preservation.

Warnings: the reader being gender neutral and using they/them pronouns, Clara and Svarog potentially being out of character, injury and mentions of potential death but nothing more.

“(Y/n), I think you really need to be more careful…” Clara placed another bandaid on a small scrape on your knee.

“Come on, Clara, relax, I’m fine! See? Nothing that a few bandaids can’t fix up.” Clara looks up at you with a slightly disapproving look, and then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh.

“You always say that,” Clara opens her eyes and looks up at you again with a worried look in her eyes, “but what if just ‘a few bandaids’ won’t be enough? What if you come back with worse injuries? What if you—”

“Clara,” You grabbed onto Clara’s and looked at her with a soft smile on your face, “don’t worry. This is your sibling we’re talking about. I’ll be fine.” Clara looked at you with an unsatisfied expression, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, if I promise not to get into as much trouble anymore, will you trust me?…And…not tell Svarog what happened.” Clara blinked at you before responding.

“Promise me?” You chuckled, “I promise.”

After Clara treated all your injuries you decided to take a walk around the Robot Settlement. You hoped that you wouldn’t bump into Svarog during your walk, as you didn’t want him to see your injuries and find out about what you did. While not by much, you were still technically older than Clara, but that didn’t make Svarog any less protective of you, as he sees you the same way that he sees Clara, as family. In fact, he was partially more protective of you due to your reckless attitude and inability to sense danger. Svarog wouldn’t do anything “bad” per se, but whenever he found about your injuries from your recklessness, he would scold you. Which is fine . . . but it would get annoying after a while.

You sighed. Really, the only reason as to why you were so reckless was because you wanted to help the Robot Settlement. All the injuries you got were from monsters attacking you as you collected materials and medicines that the Robot Settlement needed. Of course your self-destructive attitude plus your zero self-preservation probably didn’t help. At the end of the day though, you just wanted to be useful. Clara was good with gadgets and robots and Svarog was good at fighting. But you? You weren’t really good at anything, at least in your mind.

“(Y/n).” A voice said. You froze, you recognized that robotic voice from anywhere. You could practically feel his gaze staring into you. Slowly and nervously you turned around to meet giant robot you proclaimed as your family, Svarog.

“Heeey, Svarog…? You doing good?” You tried your best to hide your bandaged arm behind your back, praying he didn’t see it early.

“Affirmative. May I ask what you are doing out here?” You gave Svarog a fake smile, trying your hardest to not let your anxiety be known.

“Oh y’know…just…taking a walk.” Svarog slightly nodded, then stayed silent for a few seconds.

“May I ask something else?” Your fake smile slightly twitched as you silently prayed Svarog wouldn’t ask about your bandage.

“Sure! Ask away.” Please don’t mention the bandage please don’t mention the bandage please don’t—

“May I ask why your arm is wrapped in a bandage?” You internally screamed.

“Oh! I uhh…just— bumped it on the table.” Svarog silently stared at you, as if seeing through you. You knew that in some way, he probably didn’t believe you.

“Alright. Please be more careful.” Another twitch in your fake smile. “Of course.” Svarog walks off. When he was far enough that he wouldn’t see you, you sighed. ‘Be more careful’. That’s what they always said. You knew everyone who said that meant well but you hated that phrase. It felt like no one truly understood why you did what you did.

You just shook off your thoughts and looked towards the Vagrant Camp, and started walking towards it, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you walked into the camp you could hear two vagrants whispering to each other about something. You slowly slid closer to hear what they were saying.

“We’re probably gonna need more supplies,” One whispered.

“Yeah, but where are we gonna get them?” The other responded. They both stayed silent for a second before the other hesitantly opened their mouth again.

“We could try the Outlying Snow Plains…” The other hesitantly pointed out. The first vagrant’s head snapped up to look at the other in pure disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!” The first whisper-yelled, “that place is swarming with monsters, plus it’s cold as hell!” The other raised their hands up in defeat.

“It was just a suggestion,” they sighed, exasperated. They then crossed their arms, “But it could work! There were some abandoned building there! There could be some supplies that are still good in them.” The first sighed as well.

“You’re right. But still, how are we supposed to get them? We’re just a pair of vagrants, we’re not strong like Svarog or those Trailblazer guys.” The second looked down, defeated. You, still far enough to not be spotted but close enough to at least what they were saying, stared at them in thought. They were right in a way, the Outlying Snow Plains were really dangerous for regular old people like the vagrants and you. But that hasn’t stopped you before. You looked down at your bandaged arm, thinking between heeding Svarog’s words, or doing what your heart said you should. Sure, Svarog was right, you needed to be careful, but those guys needed supplies! Plus, it’s not like your gonna be out there too long, so nothing bad should happen…

Right?

When no one was looking you slipped out of the Robot Settlement and headed to the Overworld, to the Outlying Snow Plains; with nothing but a bag for the supplies you’d get. When you finally reached the Outlying Snow Plains you instantly realized that vagrant was not lying at all, the Outlying Snow Plains were cold as hell. You breathed into your hands and rubbed them together hoping they’d get warm as you shuddered in the cold winds. Despite the cold, you were prepared to go on and get those supplies. You slowly walked uphill to reach where the abandoned houses were, kicking your legs up and shaking them from time to time to get the snow out and rubbing your arms with the winds picked up. But then, finally, you made it; you made to the top of your uphill walk, seeing a few abandoned houses.

Finally, oh thank all that’s holy, finally. You walked over to one of the abandoned houses and walk in since…well there was no door. You looked around, wondering where to look first; when you decided to pick corner of the house. You got on your knees and slowly started digging through the snow, occasionally stopping to warm up your hands and rubbing them together. Finally you felt something glass-like touch your hand, and you quickly dug it up to find it was a bottle of alcohol. You humorlessly laughed and stuffed it in your bag, deciding to only check if the supplies were still good when you got back to the Robot Settlement. You kept digging, finding a thin roll of bandages, a few rations, and another bottle of alcohol. You placed them all in your bag and got up, as you decided it��d be a good idea to leave now, before anything noticed you were there.

And then you felt it, the sensation that someone was right behind you, staring into your back. You slowly turned around to see an Everwinter Shadewalker, just as it’s weapon was being swung down to hit you.

“Mr. Svarog, Mr. Svarog!” Svarog turned to the white-haired child’s voice as she ran over to him.

“What is it, Clara?” Svarog inquired Clara, “Are you hurt?” Clara shook her head as she looked up at Svarog with tears in her eyes.

“It’s (Y/n)! I don’t know when they did but…I think they ran out to get supplies on their own again!” Clara sniffled before she continued her story, “I— I asked everyone if they saw them leave and they all said no, but that some news are spread around that there could be some important supplies in the Outlying Snow Plains, and I— I—” Before Clara continued she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I think they went there to go get them.” She whispered. Svarog stared at her, thinking for a moment, before he answered her.

“Clara, please remain here. I will bring by (Y/n). Prepare bandages and disinfectant in case something happens.” Clara softly smiled and ran back to the Vagrant Camp. She then suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Svarog, “Will…will (Y/n) be ok?” When Svarog didn’t answer her, Clara continued, “I’m sure they’ll be ok…I hope.” Clara turned back around and continued to run back to the Vagrant Camp.

“As do I,” Svarog said.

You held your bleeding arm, the one you had used to block the strike from the Shadewalker. The bandages on that arm has completely been ripped off. Somehow, when your arm got struck, you managed to run out of the house. You stopped clutching your arm and used both of your hands to hold on to your bag, turning it away from the ever stalking closer Shadewalker.

“I…I won’t let you have this! This is for everyone in the Robot Settlement! So don’t think I’ll just hand it to you,” You hissed, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arm. The Shadewalker ignored your words however and jumped up, as it then struck you in the shoulder, causing you to scream out in pain and stumble backwards. You turned around and clutched your bag close to your chest, as you had your back act as a shield for your bag. You screamed once more as the Shadewalker struck you on the back. You dropped to your knees as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. This was the end for you, you just knew it. You flew too close to the sun this time. You braced yourself for another painful strike to the back, as your body threatened to collapse, slowly hearing it get closer to you again.

That was until you felt a large robotic hand place itself in front of you to keep you front collapsing into the cold snow. You then heard what you believed to be a laser being fired presumably hitting the Shadewalker as you then heard it die. Finally, you heard nothing more than the sound of your own labored breath and the winds all around you. You slowly opened an eye to see what had caught you, when, through your blurry vision, you caught the glimpse of a very familiar looking robot hand. You opened your other eye and turned your gaze upwards to the person whose hand it belonged to, only to see Svarog staring down at you. You finally allowed to tears to spill as you weakly smiled up at him.

“Thanks for…catching me,” was the last thing you heard yourself murmur before everything went dark.

When you woke, you felt yourself being carried by someone. You opened your eyes and looked up to see it was Svarog who was carrying you. You felt too tired to say anything, so you just stared at him for a bit, recollecting your thoughts. That’s when remembered what happened. The bag. You quickly looked down (or looked down as quickly as you could in your weakened state) to see you were still holding onto the bag, supplies and all. You let out a sigh, which clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Svarog as he slowed down and looked down at you.

“You are now awake,” Svarog stated.

“So it would seem,” you whispered in a raspy voice; as you weakly smiled at him, “I’m guessing we’re back to the Robot Settlement?” You asked him.

“Affirmative. I would’ve treated your wounds the moment I found you but it would not fair well in the climate we were in,” Svarog looked up again, “Not only that, but your wounds you too deep.” He slowly picked up the pace, not enough to jostle you but enough for you to at least notice. “Fortunately, I was able to stop your bleeding with some of the supplies you had collected.” You humorlessly laughed once more.

“Would you look at that? They actually came in handy,” You rasped out. Svarog didn’t answer you, so you just turned your gaze to where Svarog was looking, noticing that you two were indeed in the Robot Settlment. You also noticed Clara running up to your two, holding some bandages and disinfectant.

“Mr. Svarog! (Y/n)!” Clara cried out. Svarog slowed to a stop and slowly and carefully laid you down to the ground, yet he still held your shoulders to keep you upright; careful not to touch the scar on your back.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness, you’re ok…” Clara immediately started to unwrap the bandages Svarog had wrapped around your body in order to assess the wounds.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Only thanks to Svarog,” You looked back up Svarog who only looked back at you, not responding to what you said. You, feeling guilty under Svarog’s gaze, looked away as Clara took care of your wounds. You three sat in silence before Clara huffed, as she finished rewrapping your wounds with bandages. You looked back at her, noticing the small amount of tears in her eyes.

“Oh Clara, please don’t cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” You tried to comfort her, putting your good hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you with an sad expression on her face.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again. This time you could’ve actually…” Clara looked down and trailed off. You looked down as well.

“Clara is right, (Y/n),” Svarog finally spoke up, “it is true that while you were alright this time, there is a high percentage you may not be able to make it next time.” You let go of Clara’s shoulder and held your bad arm.

“I know but…” You drew in a breath before continue, “It’s just…you two have stuff that your get at that can help the settlement in one way or another. Clara, you’re great with fixing robots and Svarog you fight really well. Me on the other hand? I have no skills, so…I just wanted to be useful in some way…y’know…?” As you finished explain you looked up at Clara to see her heartbroken expression, which just made you feel worse.

“You…you thought you were useless…?” Clara questioned. You nodded, all your attention focused on the floor. “Oh, (Y/n)…” Clara quietly murmured before enveloping you in a hug, which you reciprocated. You two sat there hugging each other for a bit while Svarog kneeled behind both of you, silently watching, before piping up again.

“We do not believe you are useless (Y/n). You are family, and that is enough for us,” He continues, “even then, if you still want to collect supplies, let me know so I may accompany you.” You finally let go of Clara and looked at the robot.

“You got it, Svarog,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

While you knew your insecurities wouldn’t go away that quickly, it was nice knowing you had a family who genuinely cared for you and wanted you say. On that day you decided, perhaps it’s a good idea to start being a little less reckless.

Oof this was long, also sorry if the ending kinda sucks I didn’t know how to end it. I hope you like this.

that’s all I gotta say bye now lol

#Hsr #Honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x platonic reader #platonic reader #Child reader #teen reader #kinda #it’s a little ambiguous on how old the reader’s meant to be #but they are meant to not be an adult so #Honkai star rail x reader #Honkai star rail x platonic reader #clara hsr #hsr Clara #svarog hsr #hsr svarog #svarog x reader #hsr svarog x reader #gn reader #for you ⌞ 🌙🌱⌝

[nexusnyx]

heyyy. so what if reader and joel got in a really big argument because he wasn’t being safe and putting his life on the line and that pissed her off. so joel gets on a horse, and rides off into the sunset in true cowboy fashion. when she’s on a supply run with some of the other people from tommy’s town, they find joel, injured and hiding out in a barn. she didn’t recognize him at first, and pointed her gun at him but when he’s like “it’s me.” she’s all like “for fuck’s sake, joel. i almost shot you.” “someone already did.” and yeah feel free to take that anywhere u want <3

that's such a cinematic idea!! you've got a good imagination, Sof. thanks for the request. — main masterlist | 🏷️: established 'situationship', post-outbreak, mentions of past attempted suicide, hurt/comfort, fluff. [WC: 1.7k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ foolish ꒱

All of his recklessness had a direction. A purpose.

Joel had no reason to tend to his own life with careful hands. Not when those same hands had inflicted so much damage already. When they'd caused so much destruction. He knew how to direct his anger and reckless behavior well—to protect, evade, survive.

All of that kept him away from building any kind of real relations, but that goes up in flames after Ellie. And then it really disappears after you.

Joel's scared again. He panics. He cares, and he talks about himself, and he lets spill out secrets he never once spoke about.

He's just not ready for what comes after they're out in the open.

“I just can’t concentrate if I’m worried about you going in with your knuckles and elbows to someone’s fucking face instead of at least trying to keep it cool. y’know? I don’t know. Call me crazy, Joel. I thought you could control yourself.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. That just ain’t fair. Was I supposed to do nothin’?”

“Yes! Exactly. If you’d given me at least one second—”

“He asked if you up for offer. I should’ve fuckin’ killed, him.”

“Joel, he could’ve asked ‘if the little bitch worth a quarter or 10 bucks’ and I couldn’t give less of a shit—”

“You—I swear to god.”

“He’s an animal! And a fucking idiot. But he was the idiotic animal with the goddamn information. Which we needed. And now we don’t have, ‘cause he and his buddies have ran back to wherever the hell they’re hiding and we’re never gonna see them again. And they had the real deal—they had medicine we need that are lacking in the stock.”

“I know. I know. Fuckin’ hell, I know.”

“... you know I’d help you do anything you wanted, right? I don’t care about what they say. And I’d wanna kill anyone who disrespected you like that, too, but we gotta be at least smart before we’re emotional.”

“...Tommy’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him. Make something up.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I know. But I’m gonna.”

“...thank you. … I really am sorry, ‘kay? I’m still gettin’ used to—I just. I saw red.”

“And I get that.”

“...you really do, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Remember how I acted at that river trade? Because of what that man said about you?”

“Couldn’t forget it if someone blew my brains away. … You’re a lil’ crazy, baby, y’know that?”

“Coming from you, Miller. That’s rich.”

“Yeah… It’s kinda beautiful. You’re like—a force o��nature, or somethin’. Fuck, I’m sorry—I’m drunk—but listen. I won’t fuck up again.”

“I know you’ve got my back. I just want you to have yours, too. I worry about you and how you dive head first into dangerous shit ‘cause when it comes to you, you don’t think.”

“... had no reason to, ‘till recently.”

“Well, now you do. Should’ve always had, but now you really do ‘cause there are people, like Ellie, like Tommy, like me, who are gonna be pretty pissed off if you’re stabbed again anytime soon. Don’t make me go feral and have to kill a fucker ‘cause you know me by now. I have the whole thing where I have to bury the bodies I’m responsible for and, honestly—have pity on my back’s sake, Joel. I don’t got the back for that shit anymore.”

“You’re so—can’t believe your fuckin’ jokes sometimes.”

“You’re laughing.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m crazy too, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“‘don’t got the back for it’. You’re—You know, I never thought I’d be this happy I didn’t blow my brains out. Last time I thought that Ellie was standin’ on top of a fuckin’ dinosaur and—”

Joel shivered.

You found him as you were searching a barn on a supply run with Tommy, the day after he ran away on Shimmer’s back.

A stom had followed his departure, not minutes later, and he was still out of the gates when the time to close them came by, which meant he’d been locked out. Tommy was the one to give the ‘ok’ for the gatekeepers to shut them down, his face twisted into a painful twist and an apologetic look sent your way, but it was also Tommy who nodded his agreement to go with you when you announced you were going out the very next morning despite the horrible weather and the feet of snow making everything ten times harder.

It was obvious to you he couldn’t have gone far.

When you find him, Joel speaks up first. “It’s me.” He somehow heard you coming before you saw him.

Of course he did. It’s Joel.

The voice still makes you flinch—Joel was kneeling on the ground with his thickest jacket wrapped around him and his knees pulled up, and—”Jesus Christ, Joel. I almost fuckin’ shot you.”

As you’re lowering your gun, he goes. “It’s happened before.”

It’s such an oddly-timed joke that it halts your steps toward him, but then, his eyes find yours and it happens, just like always. You two share a private, ‘this is a fucked up joke, but we find it funny either way’ laugh. The same one that bonded you two.

You kneel beside him, taking out the blanket you brought in your backpack exactly for this, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing him up and down on his arms and his back.

When you’re satisfied with your job — he quit shivering — you finally make eye contact.

“You got stuck because of the storm, right?” your question comes out in a whisper, and your breath fogs up the air between the both of you.

You didn’t run away, right?

Joel takes a deep breath, and nods. His eyes close for a moment before he leans in slowly until his forehead is touching yours.

“Told you I wouldn’t do that.” Joel said those words a couple of months ago, and you still had trouble wrapping your head around them. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I like it here. With you.

“‘kay.” Your lips search his in the dark and find them waiting for the kiss already. With your hands still on his shoulders, you can feel a lot of tension dissipating when you sigh into the kiss, and Joel seems to fully come back to his body. You pull away against your will, and take a few seconds before you’re able to open your eyes.

His warmth always spreads through you like an oven slowly heating up.

“‘m sorry if I scared you.”

It’s inevitable—a smile blossoms in your face, and you start laughing.

“What?” Joel asks, confused and serving the biggest doe eyes in your direction.

For someone who punched first and asked questions later, a night stuck with the howling story winds made quick work of reminding him he was cared for. “Nothing.” I love you. “You did scare me. I spent all night thinking about whether you were okay or not.” The doe eyes seem to glisten with the soft light, and it pulls you in to seal your lips on his again. “But it’s ok. I just wanna go now and run you a hot bath and massage… all of your body. Is that ok? Can I do that?”

Joel’s eyes said I’ve never felt more vulnerable and that’s going to be a lot, but it also said it’s exactly what I need and I don’t know how to say that out loud. From his lips, it came out, “I… yeah. Yeah, ya can. I wanna… Wash your hair. And—you. ‘s that weird?”

“It’s not.”

“I like that smile on you. ‘s my favorite.”

“I am so happy I left Tommy behind.” Joel laughs at that, and he makes a move to get up. “I’m serious. We’d never hear the end of this.”He gets up with your help, and you two can walk side by side, leaning on each other and not speak of the storm that passed and carried more than just heavy snow all around. The things that are rising and growing between you are deep-rooted somewhere—nothing seems to shake you and Joel away. Only closer together. Tighter. Realer.

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[writerze]

author’s note: i was supposed to write this days ago. anyway look at my pookie in the gif, he’s so fine

summary: on your way to Miles’ apartment, y’all made a brief stop at a coffee shop.

if anything is confusing please let me know this is rushed !! might rewrite again idk

e!42 miles morales x fem!black!reader

part 1 part 2

Miles had suggested the two of you worked on the project at his apartment, explaining how it was quiet and his mom wouldn’t mind as long as he called her in advance.

Which explained why you were currently waiting at the front of the school, searching for his familiar face among the crowd of students rushing to leave.

A hand tapped you on your shoulder causing you to whip your head to look behind you. It was Miles with his school bag slung casually over his shoulder, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking as casual as he always does.

“Hey, my Mom said it was cool for you to come over. You just gotta be gone by 10,” he spoke to you and started walking towards the school gates. His behavior almost a complete 18O than it was in class.

You had no choice but to follow behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Alright I can’t stay out too late anyway,“ you said trying to make light conversation.

The two of you were already a bit away from the school when he decided to slow down and began walking at a speed that was easier for you. You were about to turn the corner in the direction you assumed he was going, until he pulled on your bag strap.

“Let’s stop there first,” he directed his gaze towards a coffee shop across the street. You recognized it as a shop you’d go to every now and then.

The two of you walked across the street, making sure to avoid other people while still walking beside each other. By the time the coffee shop’s doors were near and you were getting ready to open the door, Miles quickly intercepted you. He pulled the door open for you and subtly put his hand at the small of your back to direct you inside.

“I coulda got it myself,” you said glancing up at him as you walked through the doors and went to the back of the line.

“When you with me, you don’t gotta be opening no doors,” he said while moving to stand behind you.

“And why’s that,” you couldn’t help but question him and look at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing close behind you now and this was definitely the closest he’s ever been near you.

A slight smirk appeared on his face when he thought of his response. “Girl like you shouldn’t be opening doors for herself,” his reply nonchalant as if whatever he was think was common sense.

“Girl like me?” you repeated his words while giving him a look as the line moved slightly.

“Mhm,” he hummed while loosely putting his hand on your waist. It was loose enough that if you wanted to you could’ve shaken him off, but you didn’t mind his close proximity.

“Girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be getting they own doors, ‘specially when you got a guy to do it for you.”

You started cheesing at what he said, you didn’t expect him to be the type to flirt like that especially in public.

When you two got to the front of the line you quickly said your order and Miles said his after. Before the worker could even say the full price for the order, Miles had already placed money on the counter for the worker to grab.

“That should cover it,” he said and went to stand off to the side, using the hand that was still on your waist to guide you over to him.

You were slightly upset at him for paying for you without asking, but you found the way he took initiative to pay for the two of you.

“I could’ve paid for mine y’know,” you told him while leaning more into his side and looking at him.

“Ma, don’t worry about it,” he told you while turning you around and moving you so that your back was against his front. His head leaning down so that his chin rested on your shoulder. “It was just a few dollars anyway, nothin’ to stress over.”

The new way he was holding you made your brain short circuit. You were surprised that he was publicly acting this way towards you especially since the two of you had only started having real conversation a few hours ago. Before today any interactions you had with him were always short and nothing too grand. Things like brief smiles and waves or brief head nods and heated glances were more typical between the two of you at school.

“I’ll pay for us next time then,” you told him while looking up to see his reaction.

“We’ll see what happens next time,” his response left an open ended answer on what could happen.

On the bright side, you knew that the two of you hanging out, even if you were just going to work later at his apartment, wasn’t going to just be a one time thing.

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR NO REASON AND IT’S NOT EVEN GOOD. I started this at 3am last night and kinda rewrote half just now.

People tagged are ones who wanted a pt2 ! some people i couldn’t tag because it didn’t let me!

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[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: TW (you don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable) sleepy Steve telling the older teens (Jon, Nancy, Robin, Argyle, & Eddie) about being touched without consent while drunk during his King Steve days & they realize that that's why he doesn't really drink anymore.

Okay this sat in my inbox for SO FUCKING LONG (I’m so sorry babe) before I finally felt like I could do this justice. Here goes nothing! Content warning for discussions of past rape. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Okay? (Okay)

After everything—a small, unassuming word that means so much, especially to this ragtag group—most Friday nights can find the six of them in Steve’s house, a few beers and a few more sodas on the coffee table, slow, quiet conversations with a few long, comfortable breaks.

It’s during one such break that Steve nods off.

He hadn’t been sleeping—not that any of them had been—so the general consensus was to let him sleep. Robin covers him with a blanket, and the conversation moves on.

Eventually the night comes to a close, and Robin looks at Steve’s sleeping form before turning her gaze to the rest of them. “I can’t lift him,” she says. “But I don’t want him stay on the couch all night.”

Eddie smiles softly at her. “Want me to take him upstairs?” She nods, and his smile grows as he stands and ruffles her hair, snorting at the glare she sends his way.

He gets an arm around his shoulders, but as soon as his other hand touches Steve’s knee, he’s awake and across the couch. “No, don’t!” He pleads, eyes wide and unseeing. “I don’t- I don’t want-”

“Steve,” Robin says quietly, putting a hand on his arm.

Steve goes still, eyes squeezed shut, only his ragged breathing marking and trembling limbs marking the panic he’s feeling.

“Robin,” Eddie murmurs, “hands off. Now.”

She lifts her hand like she’s been burned, looking at Eddie with wide eyes, turning back to Steve when he gasps.

“Steve,” she murmurs. “You’re okay. You gotta take a breath, babe, all the way in and all the way out. Slow and deep, just like swimming.”

“Don’t- don’ wanna-” he manages, shaking his head.

Eddie puts a hand on Robin’s shoulder to keep her quiet. “Steve,” he says, “can you look at me? Follow the sound of my voice, I’ll keep talking until you can look at me. Just a little bit more, you’re doing good, there you go. Hey, recognize me? Eddie? I need you to take a deep breath, okay? It’s gonna be okay. Breathe with me, ready? In… and out. Good, one more. In… and out. You comin’ back a little?”

“Ed- Eddie?”

“That’s me,” Eddie nods. “Take a couple more deep breaths, Steve, come back a little more, ‘kay? Want me to breathe with you?”

Steve nods jerkily, and Eddie smiles. “I can do that. Just a couple more deep breaths, and we’re gonna hold our breath in between, okay? Just like smoking, remember how you hold the smoke in?” He waits for Steve’s nod. “Good. Breathe in, hold, breathe out, hold. Think you can do that?” Steve doesn’t respond, so Eddie says, “Let’s try together, alright? In… hold… out… hold. Two more times, okay?”

By the end of the second time, Steve’s breathing comes easier, and he drops his forehead onto his knees with a groan. “Sorry,” he mumbles, muffled by denim.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Robin says quietly, practically vibrating from her position on the floor next to him. “But we’d like to know what happened. If you wanna tell us.”

He glances at her and extends a hand, smiling at her eagerness when she all but trips over herself—still sitting—to hold it.

He shakes his head, squeezes her fingers, looks away. “Just… stupid, y’know? I was… it was during a party, and I was drunk ‘cause I was an idiot back then, even more so than I am now, and this girl, uh. Well. I thought we were just making out, y’know? Just like… having some fun? But then she started kinda… pushing? And I didn’t really want to, and I said so, but.” He shrugs and huffs a hollow laugh. “And it’s not like she was ugly or anything, so I didn’t really know why I didn’t want to, but. Didn’t matter, in the end, I kinda just… let her lead.” The room is silent until he clears his throat. “And, well. I was King Steve for a reason, right?”

“Steve,” Robin whispers, a heartbroken sob of a thing. “Babe. That’s-”

“Rape,” Argyle finishes, nodding. “Very not-cool.”

“No,” Steve says immediately, shaking his head. “Guys can’t be raped.”

Eddie takes a deep, steadying breath. “Steve.” His voice is controlled, even. “Who told you men can’t be raped?”

Steve blinks a few times, then looks down. “Oh,” he says, his voice so small he’s not sure any sound actually came out. “My dad. I… I was raped?”

Robin sniffles. “Think so, babe.”

He blinks heavily at the couch. Curls his toes. Thinks the fabric is oddly rough. “Oh.”

“Steve,” Nancy whispers. “Is that why you don’t drink?”

He gives her a tight, tired smile. “That, and Tina’s Halloween party.”

Nancy swallows a sob, eyes glassy.

“Steve,” Jonathan says, not continuing until Steve looks at him. “How can we help?”

Steve huffs out a broken almost-laugh. It’s too tearful to be anything close. “I don’t know.”

Robin’s vibrating so much Steve’s almost surprised she hasn’t exploded due to pure kinetic energy yet. He briefly wonders if that’s how it works, and makes an even briefer mental note to ask Dustin about it later. “Robin,” he says instead, and inclines his head, inviting her up.

She’s on his lap practically before he can blink. “I’m so sorry,” she’s saying, face tucked into his neck. “I didn’t know- I asked someone to help get you upstairs, I didn’t think-”

“Robin,” he says, then pauses. “Well. I was gonna say it’s okay, but it’s not. It’ll be okay, maybe. I’ll be okay.” He tugs her closer, hooks his chin over her shoulder. Shifts a little. “How the fuck is your ass bony?”

She giggles, which really is what he’d been going for, and pulls back enough to look at him. “I’m really sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“But I asked-”

“Still not your fault.” He tugs her closer until their foreheads are touching. “Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Go home. Get some sleep. Go to the library tomorrow and do some research. Let me know what you find.”

“Okay.” She burrows back into his neck for a quick hug, and his eyes find Nancy’s over her head.

“Can you take her home?”

Because Nancy is Nancy—that is to say, brilliant—she glances at Eddie for half a second before nodding. “C’mon,” she murmurs, nudging Jonathan, because she came with him and Argyle.

“I’ll head out too,” Eddie says softly, but Steve pins him with a look. After a second, he nods ever-so-slightly and begins slowly cleaning up.

Steve sees them out. “Thanks for coming,” he says. “Sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, brochacho,” Argyle says. Steve idly wonders if he’s always half-baked, and how often he smokes to stay that way.

Steve nods in thanks and shuts the door, and then it’s just him and Eddie, who’s given up on pretending to clean and is sitting on the couch.

“Thanks,” Steve murmurs. He collapses onto the other end of the couch, tucks a leg up so he can loop his arms around it and rest his chin on his knee. Eddie copies his position. “And I’m sorry for freaking out on you.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Argyle’s right. You don’t need to be sorry. That- what you went through was trauma, same as anything else this shitshow of a town’s thrown at you in the past four years. You don’t need to- you shouldn’t apologize for any of it.”

“Okay,” Steve says, hoping to get a laugh out of Eddie, “I’m not sorry, then.” He gets a barely-there chuckle and resolves to try harder next time.

“Nothing you can think of that’ll help?”

Steve huffs a laugh. “Nah. Already know I’mma have nightmares tonight. ‘S long as I can call someone-”

“You can.”

“Then that’s pretty much it.”

“Pretty much?” Eddie asks, fidgeting after a second. He’s looking Steve’s direction, but won’t quite meet his eye. But he’s smart, so it only takes a second before- “Would it help if I stayed the night?”

Steve’s stomach twists. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” Eddie promises. “If it’ll help. I want to.”

Steve takes a breath. Another. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” he repeats, and it feels like the first step to healing.

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[ave09]

Can you do an Indy x female! reader where Indy meets a single mother who has a 4 month old baby girl? When Indy meets her daughter, the baby instantly likes him, and he over time bonds with the baby, plays with her, rocks her back and forth, sings her lullabies and the reader is slowly falling for him! They even bond and fall for each other.

ofc! i kinda went overboard and off the plot line, but i hope you like it! if not, i will 100% rewrite it for you 🫶🏻

promise

indiana jones x reader

note: i know wizard of oz came out in 1939, but for the sake of a sweet moment, it came out in 1931, okayyy?? also i apologize for anyone named beth 😭

“please, honey, please just rest.” 

beth seemed to only wail louder. you were now receiving glares from those around you trying to study in peace. you were going to end up being kicked out of the library for sure.

“beth, sweetie, please.” you begged softly, trying to place the pacifier in her mouth, but she only spat it out, causing it to tumble across the floor, now completely useless. 

“goddammit.” you muttered softly, reaching for it, only to find someone was already reaching down and had their hands upon it. 

you glanced up at the figure, smiling softly, “thank you.” you recognized him

immediately to be doctor indiana jones. he seemed to recognize you too. you had studied in his archeology class for half of a semester before you had to drop out in order to raise beth. you never were crazy over the professor as most of the women in your class were, but looking at him now, he had to be one of the most handsomest men you’d seen, far more handsome then beth’s father. 

“your welcome,” he spoke, his voice low and smooth as he handed the pacifier to you. his hazel eyes flickered to the baby in your arms, whose gaze was locked on the man before you, her arms outstretched toward him.

the man smiled, “and who is this?”

“uh, this is my daughter, beth.” you were shocked to find that her wails had turned into whines as she continued to reach for the man before you. indiana glanced at you, “may i?” he seemed to be who beth wanted, therefore, you carefully passed the baby to him, she nuzzled into his chest immediately and began to suck her thumb.

your eyes widened, “are you some sort of baby whisperer or something?” you asked. indiana laughed heartily, “definitely not.” he glanced down at her, examining her, “she can’t be more then five months right?”

“four months.” you corrected. he nodded slowly, the cogs turning in his head, “i’m guessing she is the reason you dropped out?” 

you closed the book in front of you, “yeah. her dad dipped about two months into the pregnancy, i wasn’t working at the time, i needed to create a stable foundation.” you gestured at the books before you, “i’ve been trying to slow ease back into it, but it’s kinda difficult with a four month old.” 

“you don’t have any family? anyone who could help? 

you exhaled deeply, running a hand through your hair, “they still believe her father is around.” 

you had refused to tell them he’d left. beth’s father, william, was a cruel man. he was one who was in disguise of an angel only to reveal his true intentions.  but her family believed him to be a nice man. they’d find a way to bring him back to you, but you refused to have that man in your life. 

awkwardness fell upon the two of you, and you immediately regretted diving into your history. 

“well,” you rose from your rickety wooden seat, “i should go-get her home for dinner, y’know?” indiana nodded, trying to pass the baby to her, only to hear her burst into tears again. 

“beth, honey, shh.” you whispered, indiana glanced down at you, “someone seems attached.” he said with a soft laugh. 

“yeah, well, it’s gonna be difficult to get her home now.” 

the man remained silent for a moment, before clearing his throat, “i don’t wanna sound too forward here… but…” 

you collected your books, glancing up at him, “but?” 

“if you ever needed any help, with beth, or your studies or anything, i could be of some assistance.” it sounded exactly what you needed. assistance. 

“oh no, i-i couldn’t ask that of you, dr. jones.”

“well first off, you’re not asking, i’m offering. and please, i’m not your professor anymore,  call me indiana.” 

“well indiana, i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to burden you with my issues.” 

he tilted his head slightly, adjusting the child in his arms, “burden me? is that what you think this is? i’m pitying you?” 

you suddenly realized how it sounded. “no-no. that’s not-that’s not what i meant.” 

“i know you’re an independent woman, but even the most independent people need a little help sometimes.” he was absolutely right. the life of a single mother was difficult, and you believe that you were doing the best you could, but you couldn’t deny how truly tired you were. 

you sighed softly, “what can i do in return?” 

“oh no, please-“

“i’m offering indiana.” you said, using his words from earlier. the man thought for a moment, “i’d say, dinner.” 

you furrowed your brows, “dinner?” 

he nodded, “mhmm, i haven’t had a good home cooked meal in a while. i could help you get beth home, and after dinner, i could help with your studies.” 

you smiled softly, a feeling of warmth washing over you, “that sounds perfect.” 

that one dinner turned into weekly dinners, and soon you found that indiana jones was constantly frequenting your home. 

and it was wonderful.

after work, indiana would stop by the house, and beth would be overjoyed. her relationship with indiana was nothing less then paternal. he was the father figure she was missing, and beth was most definitely a daddy’s girl. 

not only was beth’s relationship growing with indiana, but so was yours. the two of you had spend late nights together, studying at first, but would slowly turn into talks of his adventures. you wanted to hear all about them, indiana lived such an interesting life, and sometimes you’d wished you could adventure like him, but then you saw your daughter’s face light up, and everything became worth it.

you remembered coming home from the store one day to find indiana seated on the floor criss-cross, playing with the young girl. they were building a tower out of blocks, well, mainly indiana was building the tower, beth was trying to eat the blocks. 

“oh no, honey, take that out of your mouth, those blocks don’t taste good.” he said, reaching for the block, only to have beth move her hand away. “ah, you’re quick kid, but i’m faster.” he then took her pacifier off of the coffee table, carefully taking the wooden block and switching it with the pacifier. your daughter didn’t seem phased. 

and something clicked that day. you and indiana’s relationship has purely been platonic, but now, oh lord, you were in trouble. 

it had been two months since indiana began helping you out when everything changed. it was a later night, you and indiana planned to study after putting beth to bed, but the girl would not sleep. you’d fed her, changed her diaper, nothing.

“geez baby, what’s going on?” you whispered, brushing some of her hair away from her face. there was a soft knock against the door, and you glanced up to see indiana in the doorway, “how’s it going up here?” he asked. 

“she keeps fighting me. if i don’t get her to sleep now, she’ll be up all night.” you muttered, stifling a yawn. she’d been struggling with sleeping for the past couple

of days, causing you to lose sleep too. silently, he approached you, gently taking beth off of your hands. 

“go get some rest, sweetheart, we can study tomorrow.” you were too tired to object. you stood on your tiptoes, placing a kiss to his cheek, “thank you, indy.” and you then slipped out of the room, closing the door slightly. 

but as you began to walk to your bedroom, you heard indiana’s hushed voice. “goodness beth, you’re givin’ your mama a hard time, huh? well can i tell you something? she’s working really hard to take care of you, honey. i don’t think i’ve met such a woman like her, and she loves you very much. so, if you could sleep now, that would be very nice of you.” 

the baby cooed in response. indiana remained silent for a moment, before sighing, “you’re really gonna make me do this? okay beth, you asked for it.” 

and then, you heard the most angelic thing: indiana jones was singing. 

“somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. there’s a land that i’ve heard of once in a lullaby.” 

this was a song that you’d sang to beth countless times. it was your absolute favorite, and hearing indiana sing it caused butterflies, fireworks, a whole plethora of metaphors could be used in order to convey how you were feeling.

you were most definitely falling for him. 

“someday i’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me… where trouble melts like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me..”

suddenly, a loud knock pulled you away from the beautiful singing. it was late, who could be here?

you moved past the door, heading toward the stairs. another knock, it sounded urgent.

what the hell?

you descended the staircase before rushing toward the front door. you unlocked it cautiously, before pulling it open. 

your heart dropped. 

“william?”

“hi babe.” no, this could not be happening. not now. 

“um, what are you doing here?” you questioned, immediately feeling uncomfortable. what was he doing here? 

“i want to see her.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest, “no.” 

“no?” 

“you can’t see her, william. she’s sleeping.” suddenly, he pushed past you, barging into your home. “goddamnit william.” he glanced around, nodding, “nice place you have here, personally i’m not the biggest fan of pastels-“

“why should your opinion matter? it’s not your house.” you snapped, your anger building. the man let out a sigh, approaching you, “listen babe, i want you back. i want to be part of becky’s life.” 

you took a step back, taking a shakey breath, “beth. her-her name is beth.” you said. “right, beth.” he corrected, brushing it off as though it was nothing. william then caught sight of a picture on the hallway table, shoving past you, taking it in hand. 

“who is this?” 

it was a picture of beth and indiana. you remembered that day. it was when he returned home from south america, and beth was so excited to see him again. you had immediately taken a photo to commemorate this moment. 

“william, i think you should leave.” 

“you replaced me? does she called her daddy? does she think he’s her dad?” 

you scoffed, absolutely appalled by his behavior, “replaced?? you left! you fucking left me william! i was pregnant with your child and you left! i don’t need you, i never needed you.”

“but you need him, huh? does he help you with every need? every desire?” 

“william, i swear, if you don’t-“

“is everything okay down here?” there he was, your knight in shining armor. indiana was descending the stairs, his gaze switching from you to william. 

“oh he’s in your house now?” 

“william-“

“this is william?” you’d told indiana all about him. it was safe to say that he hated the man with a fiery passion. you didn’t even try to stop him as he rushed down the stairs, standing in front of you. 

“i think it’s time for you to leave, william.” indiana stated. your ex scoffed, glancing at you, “really? this is the best you can do? he ain’t gonna stop me from seeing my daughter.” 

“wanna bet?” 

you let out a gasp as indiana socked william

in the jaw, causing the man to tumble to the ground. 

“indy-“

“what the hell dude!” 

“you listen to me, william, you are going to leave right now, and if you ever come back, i swear to God, you’re gonna regret it.” you’d never seen indiana so upset. 

“and let me tell you something, william, you ready? you’re a fucking idiot, leaving an amazing woman like this. i’ve known her for three months and dammit i love her and beth more then anything in this world-“

he loved you? 

“and i would’ve never in a million years left such a woman and my child like that. but she doesn’t need you anymore. so, get. lost.” 

he didn’t need to be told twice. william scrambled to his feet before rushing out the door. indiana sighed deeply, closing the door behind him, “son of a bitch..” he mumbled before glancing up at you. 

“are you okay?” 

“you love me?” 

he was silent, holding your gaze. 

you asked again.

“you love me?” 

this time he nodded, “yeah. yeah.. i think i do.” he said softly. you smiled, moving towards him, “funny. because i think i’m falling in love with you.” 

indiana’s large hands cupped your face as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. it lasted a moment, before you pulled away, “wait-wait-“

“i’m sorry, was that-“

“promise me something?” your voice a hushed whisper.

“anything.”

“don’t leave me. don’t leave beth. go on your adventures, find your artifacts… but just don’t leave.” 

indiana brushed a stray hair away from your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, i promise.” 

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[bellatrixscurls]

breakups and makeups / s. harrington

warnings : smut, fluff & angst, breakup mentions, sub stevie near the end and dom reader, mostly fem reader, kisses, subspace and curse words. lmk if i missed any! :)

summary : steve breaks things off with nancy, so you decide to comfort him. but you both fall for each other in the process.

You were in your car, about to make your way back to your house from school when Tommy and Carol had told you the news. Everyone knew and was talking about it; Steve’s breakup from Nancy.

You could only imagine Steve locked up in his room as you hadn’t seen him that day after first period. So, with all the courage you’d gathered, you started driving towards his house.

Parking in front of his house, you rushed towards his front door and knocked softly a couple of times, looking up at his window; it was open. “Stevie?” you called softly, and heard shuffling from his room.

Saying you felt bad for him was an understatement, but you could only hope he would open up to you, maybe cry if he needed to.

“Y/n?” he asked, still not sitting up from his bed, brows furrowed even though you couldn’t see him. “What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see how you were doing... I brought pizza and a movie” you said, hoping he would actually let you in, considering what he had been going through.

Steve sighed softly, clearly defeated, yet a small smile graced his lips. “You know where my room is.”

And so you let yourself in. The house was dark, lights off and curtains drawn as you walked up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom. You recognized it immediately, having gone there countless times before.

You didn’t bother with knocking, and let yourself in, slipping through the gap as you closed the door with your foot, boxes still in your hand as you looked over at Steve. “You don’t look so good now, do you?” you grimaced mockingly, and Steve rolled his eyes, unable to bite back a grin.

“At least I look good sometimes” he stuck out his tongue, sitting up against the headboard as he pulled the covers away from his body, clad in a tshirt and a pair of shorts.

You squinted at him, opening the first box carefully, then the other one, and placing his on the bed beside him. You, on the other hand, sat at his desk, barely two feet away from him. You wanted to give him his space, being grateful that he even let you come that near him.

You two ate in silence for a few minutes, your body facing his bed as none of you dared look at the other. It was a comfortable silence, though.

When Steve finally looked up, you could feel his eyes on you, so you met his gaze almost immediately. “How’d you know?” he asked, clearly concerned, and you gave him a weird look. “About me... the breakup, who told you?”

You bit your tongue for a moment, not wanting to say the things as they were, but you still did. “I could tell by the way the Byers kid and Nancy have been basically glued to each other since last year. I was just wondering when you’d notice and do something about it.”

You looked at him carefully and Steve sighed, nodding in defeat. “I guess... I still can’t believe how much of an idiot I have been. I mean- If you knew it why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, believe me I wanted to” you said, laughing nervously as you remembered the countless conversations you’d had with Carol about it. “I didn’t want to be the bad guy, y’know? I mean, you were so in love with her that you even pushed Tommy away for her. And I get it, yeah, Tommy can be an arsehole. But he cares about you, you know that?”

Steve nodded in agreement, looking into void as he processed what you were saying. He felt like an idiot now, and you could see his face contorted into one of sadness.

“I’m sorry” you said softly, causing him to look at you as you moved to sit at the edge of his bed. “I didn’t mean to bring up Tommy just now. ‘S not why I came here” you looked at him guiltily, but he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing your skin gently.

“You’re a good person, you know that?” he smiled, slightly cocking his head to the side. “A good friend too, thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“For coming here today. I really needed this- this kind of pizza is my favourite, by the way” he laughed lightly, his godly features making you smile up dopily at him.

You knew it was, of course you knew. You were his bestfriend, after all. You knew Steve like the back of your hand. And even now, even though he was smiling, you could see the pain behind his eyes. He was not—

“What about the movie you picked up?” Steve’s soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you blinked blearily up at him. “The movie?” he held up the CD, waving it in front of you. “I hope it’s not some scary movie again, ‘cause I won’t be waking up at 2 am to wait for you in front of the bathroom door, again” he chuckled, probably thinking about the times he had to do it.

You frowned at him. “I’m staying over?” you were kind of shocked, to say the least. He had never asked you to stay over unless Tommy and Carol did too, but they were not here now, right?

“Well yeah, silly. D’you think I’m letting you drive now? It’s dark outside!”

“Stevie, it’s only four pm—”

“Just stay with me, please?” he sighed, resting his head against your shoulder. “I... my parents are not coming home tonight.”

You just nodded, resting your cheek against his head, not questioning him any further. You knew he hated being alone, especially now.

—

Hours passed and still you got no sleep. You were on Steve’s bed, his soft hair tickling your skin as his face was buried in it, and your hand was rubbing his back under the tshirt soothingly. He basically clung to you, seeking comfort after having had his heart broken not even ten hours before.

The movie had ended, and now the only sound that could be heard was Steve’s soft snoring, as he held you tightly by the waist.

You shuffled a bit, trying to get into a more comfortable position, and your hands left Steve’s body, pulling him off you carefully.

Not even a second later, you heard a whimper of your name. “Y/n/n? Y-You’re not leaving, are you?” his words and tone broke your heart, and you found yourself pulling him closer to you once again, limbs tangled as he claimed his spot.

“Not leaving, love. Go back to sleep.”

“Mhm, g’night, Y/n/n... love you.”

—

You felt uneasy after coming back from Steve’s house the next morning. You had showered and prepared for school as fast as you could, given Steve wouldn’t let you leave him that morning, his puppy eyes making you weak in the knees.

—

Months later and you found yourself in the same position; coming back home in the morning from Steve’s house, late. It had been going on for about a little over three months now, and problem was — it happened almost every day.

Smoothing your hair messily with your own hand, you slammed the entrance door shut and made your way down the alley.

“Y/n!” you heard a familiar voice call, and turned around just when you were about to unlock your car doors.

And there was Steve. Black sunglasses, hand out of his car and that damn smirk he was almost always wearing. “Steve?”

“No, David Bowie. Will you do me the honour, m’lady?” he asked, trying his best to impersonate Bowie, and making you laugh out loud in the process. But you got into the passenger’s seat nonetheless.

“You’re such a sap” you shook your head and tightened your belt, so you didn’t catch Steve staring at you as you did so.

Steve was mostly silent during the ride to school, thinking about the weird feeling in his chest. He couldn’t escape it ever since he woke up in your arms that day, your scent now flooding his nostrils even when you were not around.

He didn’t begin to fall for you, did he? I mean, sure, you were always sweet to him, supporting and laughing of him whenever it felt right... but he liked Nancy. She made him suffer and now he just seeked closure...

“Am I not right, Stevie?” you asked breathlessly after a whole speech about Lori, a girl from your class that you absolutely loathed.

Only then did you notice Steve’s unfocused eyes, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Oh uh— Y-yeah, you’re right” he cleared his throat and you hummed, not pushing it any further. You knew something was up, you’d eventually discuss it with him, but now you felt was not the moment.

—

Sharing the same classes, you took your time trying to figure out what was wrong with Steve. And when was it better to do so than during gym?

Steve fiddled with the ball, trying his best to keep his mind off anything that involved you, but he simply couldn’t.

“Steve, what is wrong with you?!” his teammate yelled, pushing him lightly in the shoulder. Steve stumbled back and his gaze moved to his teammate, frowning. “M fine” he grumbled, moving past the boy.

Across the room, stood you, waiting for him to throw that ball, but really just watching him carefully. After a few moments full of shouts of his name from other teammates, coach made Steve sit on the bench, and that’s when you walked up to him, taking a seat beside the boy.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, your arm snaking around his shoulder as you pulled his head on your chest, making him hug you, and Steve melted into you almost immediately.

“Nancy” he lied through gritted teeth, heart pounding against his ribcage.

You couldn’t say you weren’t the least bit disappointed, but you squeezed him a bit, nodding. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. All these other girls in the room... they’d give everything to be with you, yeah? No need to cry for one that didn’t.”

He pulled his face from your neck, looking up to meet your gaze. “Would you?”

You froze on the spot when the words left his pretty lips. And now you felt confused as well. Would you? You probably would but—

“Nevermind, that’s a stupid question” he wiped his cheeks rather aggressively, choking on a sob as he pulled away from you, composing himself and going back to his teammates, not daring to glance back at you, not once.

You remained with your eyes wide, lips fallen apart and arms still open as you watched him walk away. And now you remembered your grandmother’s words : “The words we never say are the future’s ‘what ifs’.”

Only then, you realised that you had, in fact, fallen for Steve Harrington.

—

Walking to Steve’s house once again was almost painful now. He hadn’t waited for you after classes, and instead, stormed off last period, makung up some shit excuse.

You knew you probably shouldn’t, but there you were, knocking on his door once again. Only now, you felt guilty. You felt guilty for making Steve insecure, and sad.

He didn’t answer, of course. So you took matters into your own hands. Opening the door, you walked up to his room, slipping inside and gently shutting the door behind you.

And there he was. You looked at him for a few seconds — his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, a sign he had been crying for a while now. And the worst part, he was openly crying in front of you. You knew it wasn’t like Steve to let himself be that vulnerable, not even when he broke up with Nancy had you seen him like that.

“Oh, Stevie” you almost whimpered at the sight, rushing to get into bed with him and pull him closer into you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he cried into your chest.

You rubbed his back soothingly and placed sweet kisses on his forehead in an attempt to calm him down, but he simply wouldn’t.

“Please talk to me, love” you tried, cupping his jaw and tilting his head upwards, his teary eyes staring right into yours.

“I- ‘ve slipped ‘m sorry” he sobbed, his bottom lip wobbling as he tried his best to make it stop, but he couldn’t. “Want you, Y/n/n. Please.”

“You want me, honey?” you asked gently, smoothing his hair back, unaware of the meaning behind his words.

He hummed, nodding fervently. “W-Want you to love me” he whimpered.

“I already love you, love. What are you saying?” it was confusing, really. He was crying for Nancy hours ago and now... Now he was begging you to love him.

“Kiss” he begged, pouting his lips for a kiss. “Kiss f-forever.”

Your heart swelled at the sight alongside his sweet words. He wasn’t very cognitive at that moment, but you understood him well enough.

Your lips met his in a sweet kiss, slowly moving as Steve sighed softly into the kiss. You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other until Steve’s foggy mind got the best of him, and he started moving his hips against yours, grinding on you.

You gasped and pulled away when you felt him graze your clit, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you threw your head back. “Pretty” he gasped, looking up at you as he leaned in and kissed your neck, his hands possessively holding your waist.

You felt the arousal pool in your panties, and moved your neck so you could look at him in the eyes, Steve whining as he lost contact with your bare skin. “Yeah? I’m pretty, baby?”

“Y-Yeah” he moaned loudly as he felt himself grow inside his thin shorts, his heartbeat picking up as he picked up his pace as well.

You, as well, felt his cock grow in his pants, and as it got more and more hard, a wet patch formed in your underwear, his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit.

“M’not gonna last” Steve whined, and you could tell he was frustrated from his tone, but you were close as well.

“Me either, honey. You can let go for me now, alright?” you managed to utter, you didn’t know how, but you did nonetheless.

Steve’s hips stuttered as he rocked against you, his eyes rolling back into his skull when he felt you clench around nothing but air, that sending him toppling over the edge, alonside you. You convulsed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him as you reached your high, and Steve came mostly from the sight of you cumming, painting his shorts with pearly white cum.

—

“It’s okay, Stevie” you whispered against his lips, the boy still shaking with the aftershock of his orgasm, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

You brushed his hair back from his sticky forehead, and kissed it softly. “Came so hard” he whimpered, sobbing into your neck.

“I know, I know” you soothed. “And you did so good, you were such a good boy.”

“Your good boy” he pointed out, weak in the knees at being called a good boy by his Y/n. He nuzzled closer into your chest, his arms protectively holding you against him. “Yours. ‘M yours, Y/n/n.”

He was still very much in subspace so you knew pushing him further to have a serious conversation about this would be worthless, so you simply pecked his lips, his eyes looking at you full of love.

“Of course, my love. Mine forever, yeah? Won’t hurt you, I promise” you promised softly, closing your eyes.

“I know... I-I love you” he said meekly.

“Love you back, honey.”

#nsfw.jd #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

[moonlightperseus]

(and you know) we're on each other's team

post 7x04 | buckley siblings | 525 words | also on ao3

“I kissed Tommy.”

Maddie, to her credit, does not choke on her coffee. She does however take way more of the hot beverage into her mouth than she intended and it burns as it goes down. 

“Or, uh, he kissed me and I—I kissed him back—because I liked it—liked kissing him. And we’re, uh, he’s picking me up Saturday—for a date.”

Maddie is aware that Buck is waiting for her to say something but her—looking for her approval brain is still trying to catch up, and all she can think to ask is— “Tommy?” 

“Yeah, y’know, uh, Kinard…” He trails off, staring at his hands.

Buck’s shoulders have hunched up and his entire posture is sinking in on itself in a way Maddie recognizes all too well, and—finally—her brain exits the loading screen it was stuck on. 

She reaches out to place a hand over his and feels him tense and then relax ever so slightly under her touch.

“Hey,” she says softly, waiting for him to meet her eyes, “I’m proud of you, this is a big thing to discover about yourself, and I’m so proud of you for embracing it. Thank you for telling me, Evan.” 

The tension drains from him completely, and Maddie gives his hands a gentle squeeze before retracting her hand.

“So, Tommy,” She leans back in her chair a bit and fixes him with her best inquisitive older sister gaze, “how’d that happen?”

“He came over to my apartment to, uh, apologize to me, actually, for ‘causing bad blood between me and Eddie’ which was—incredibly sweet but so backward because I was definitely the one causing any ‘bad blood’ with how stupid I’d been acting all ‘cause I was feeling jealous that Eddie was getting all his attention.” 

Maddie blinks, reminded why her brain had stalled out before, because—yeah, that was definitely not what she was expecting the follow up to her brother’s unusual behavior this past week to be.

“You were jealous—of Eddie?” 

Buck shrugs, “I mean, yeah, it explains why I was acting like a—and these are your own words—’fourteen year old girl.’”

“Right,” she studies him for a moment, he looks—at peace, in a way she’s not sure she’s ever seen him before, like a weight lifted from his shoulders. “And Tommy—he makes you happy?” 

“I mean all we’ve done is kiss and talk a little ‘cause he had to leave for a shift, but—yeah. I really liked kissing him, and I’m so excited for our date—like, I don’t think I’ve felt this excited about a date with someone since—since Abby.” 

Maddie softens, because for all her issues with Abby, she knows how important that relationship was to Buck. That this is important to Buck now. That the smile on his face is one she’s never saw when he was with Ali, or Taylor, or Natalia. 

That his happiness is something entirely genuine.

“Well, maybe just try avoid an emergency tracheotomy this time around?” 

Buck groans, burying his head in his hands, “I never should’ve told you about that.” 

#evan buckley #maddie buckley #911 #911 spoilers #911 fic #mine #my fic #abby writes #brotp: buckley siblings #yeah idk how to tag this its been far too long since ive posted fic #but yeah im loving all the buckley siblings content we're getting this season and heres a little bit that i wrote bc i love them #excited to see how it goes in canon #i really have to go to bed now. i have to be up in <5 hours 😭 #(also yes. maddie is a 'buddie truther' but thats neither here nor there)

[dynamic-power]

Arrivals

Prompt: airport confessions

Words: 1.6k (listen, it got away from me, okay?)

5 airport proposals flight attendant Ian Gallagher witnesses

“First time?”

Ian looks away from the newly engaged couple standing and kissing in the middle of arrivals, close enough to the bottom of the escalator that they are causing a bit of a traffic jam to instead stare at the pilot who has just materialized on said escalator, two steps above him. 

Ian recognizes him immediately; Pilot Milkovich. He’d been one of the pilots on the flight that had just flown Ian from Austin to Chicago. He’s shorter than Ian, but the steps give him height advantage. His eyes are a bright, warm blue and his smile is tense, but in a way that’s tired, not forced. He's tattooed, the most notable of which are the "fuck u-up" across his knuckles with a bandaid censoring the word on his right hand, but Ian already gets the feeling he's a bit softer than he let's on.

“First time…?” Ian trails off. First time flying as an attendant? No, but it’s only his fifth, so he’s new enough. First time in Chicago? Fuck no, he grew up here.

“First time witnessing this sappy bullshit,” Milkovich says, nodding towards the couple who are now fully making out. 

Ian steps off the escalator, wheeling his small bag closely behind him. Milkovich steps off after him, and together, they squeeze through the gathering crowd to head towards the taxi corral. 

“Does that happen a lot?” Ian asks when they’ve stepped outside. 

Milkovich shrugs. “Not a lot. But it does happen. I don’t know what it is about airports, but people find that shit real romantic.”

“Blame it on the romcoms,” Ian muses. 

Milkovich opens the door of a waiting cab. “Headed to the hotel?”

“No,” Ian says. “I’m crashing at my brother’s place.”

“You from Chicago?”

“Southside.”

“No shit,” Milkovich says, thumbing at an eyebrow. “Me too.”

“No shit. Not staying with family?”

“Fuck no. ‘Sides, I got a flight in about twelve hours.”

“Me too.”

Milkovich smiles. “First leg headed to New York?”

“Uh, yeah, actually.”

“I’ll see you there, Red.” Milkovich climbs into the back of the cab with a wave and a charming smile and Ian almost doesn’t notice the next cab pull up, too busy watching the back of Milkovich’s head through the window. 

---

“Y’know,” Mickey says as they are walking through arrivals side-by-side, both bags on the outside so that they are close enough that their hands brush, “It’s kind of a shitty thing to do.”

“What is?” Ian asks. 

Mickey waves a hand towards a woman standing off to the left. She’s holding a great big neon yellow posterboard that says, “Anna, will you marry me?” in loopy script. Ian’s been flying for two months, and already this is the second proposal he’s seen.

“I dunno,” Ian says with a shrug. “I think it’s kinda sweet. The grand gestures, and all.”

Mickey grunts. “Of course you would, Ian. You’re a real romantic at heart, aren’t you?”

“What’s your problem with it, then?”

Mickey swings open the back door of a cab. Ian grabs their bags and motions for the driver to open the trunk. He tosses their bags in the back before climbing in beside Mickey. “It’s all so public,” Mickey says after Ian shuts the door. “What if poor Anna doesn’t want to marry her girlfriend? She becomes the asshole if she says no. But she’s also the asshole if she says yes and has to tell her girlfriend later that the answer is no.”

“Why does the answer have to be no?” Ian challenges. 

“It doesn’t have to be,” Mickey says with a shake of his head. Sacramento comes to view in the distance. “But I’m just saying, if it is.”

“I think, if you’ve been in a relationship long enough to consider marriage, you’ve probably talked about it before. I don’t think people actually ask without already knowing the answer.”

“Thought about getting engaged a lot, have you?” Mickey teases. 

“No,” Ian insists, but he feels his face flush. “Whatever, fuck you.”

“I’m sure your future wife is just as much of a sap as you.”

Ian can’t help it; he laughs. “Uh. No. No, you’ve got me wrong. There is no future wife.”

He can feel Mickey staring at him, considering him, and he wonders briefly if he made a mistake. He stares down at his feet, waiting for the tense silence to come to an end. 

“Oh. Me, too,” Mickey says softly. 

Ian’s head whips up, eyes wide and mouth open. “You mean you’re…” he trails off, unable to get the word across his tongue. 

“Gay?” Mickey supplies for him, cheeks turning pink. He turns away from Ian and stares out the window. “Yeah, not a big deal.”

But Ian can’t help but continue to watch Mickey as though he’s seeing him for the first time.

---

“I’m meeting up with Carl for drinks,” Ian says as he and Mickey step onto the escalator. They are on one step, their bags on the one above them. “Would you wanna come?”

“Don’t you have a flight tomorrow morning?”

“Nah,” Ian says with a grin. “I traded with Lisa. She wanted to see her new niece, so she’s headed to Indy. I’ll be on your flight to Portland the day after.”

“Will you ever let me fly in fuckin’ peace, Gallagher?”

It’s been nearly six months, and Ian has enjoyed his flights with Mickey the most. “Nope.” They step into arrivals, and Ian asks again, “So, drinks?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Mickey says, but Ian can see by his smile and the glint in his eyes that he’s pleased to have been invited. 

Ian’s pleased, too. He’s about to open his mouth, tell Mickey that Carl will be there with a date, and that he’d really like it if this was a date for them, too, when a man rushes by them. Mickey and Ian both turn just in time to see the man scooping a woman into his arms just a couple feet behind them. When he drops to his knees, Ian stops entirely and Mickey groans under his breath. 

“Lea,” the man says, shouting over the noise of people gasping and muttering and cheering around them, “will you marry me?”

Ian doesn’t get to see the reply because Mickey is gripping his elbow and pulling him away. “Come on, Red,” he says, sounding annoyed, but he’s smiling softly. “We gotta get to the hotel to clean up if you really want to go out tonight.”

Ian follows Mickey. When Mickey goes to pull his hand away from Ian’s arm, Ian catches it. He steels his nerves and twines their fingers together. “Mick, about tonight.”

---

“Of course I think we should keep living in Chicago,” Mickey says, gripping Ian’s hand as they step onto the escalator down to arrivals. LAX is busy today, people crowd them from every side, so he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze Mickey’s hand and pull him closer. “Your family is there, Mandy is there. I’m not saying we should move. I’m just saying you should move in with me.”

It makes sense, Ian knows it does; they’ve been together for a year, and his lease is coming to an end, and he hardly spends any time there, anyway. 

“Make it all official, and shit,” Mickey says.

“We should get a dog.”

“Who will watch the dog when we aren’t there?”

“We’ll share custody with Lip and the kids.”

“Lip would fuckin’ hate that.”

“Exactly.”

“We should think about making it really official.”

Ian freezes, nearly tripping as they get to the bottom of the escalator. “What?” he says, sure that Mickey couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks he means. 

“Yeah,” Mickey says, keeping a step ahead of Ian. His voice is soft, unsure. “I mean, it’s the next step, right? Get the house, the dog, then get-”

There’s a shriek to their left, and two men are hugging and crying and kissing. Mickey usually rolls his eyes and pulls Ian along. But this time, Ian nearly runs into him as Mickey stops and turns to watch. They linger, watch as one man slips a ring onto the other’s finger, watch as they kiss, and accept congratulations from people around them. Ian thinks, not for the first time, that it’s a rather sweet scene.

“Get married,” Mickey finally finishes. He sounds distracted, but looks up at Ian with wide, blue eyes. 

Ian’s heart is pounding. “You wanna marry me, Milkovich?”

Mickey shrugs and thumbs at his nose. Ian knows Mickey is nervous, too. “I might, Gallagher. I dunno.”

Ian reaches out and grabs Mickey’s hand, tangling their fingers together. “We can talk about it, if you want.”

“Let’s start with moving you into my place, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

---

Ian is glad to be back in Chicago. He’s only been away for a couple of days, but Mickey had been away for a few days before that, so it’s been a week since he’s seen his boyfriend and he’s really missing him. 

He’s scrolling through his messages as he takes the escalator down to arrivals, wondering why he hasn’t heard from Mickey, when movement ahead of him catches his eye. 

The crowd is parting, because Mickey is standing there, holding a bunch of flowers, with the entirety of Ian’s family standing just behind him. Ian suddenly can’t wait, takes the last few steps down and runs towards Mickey. He abandons his bag in favor of wrapping Mickey up in his arms. The flowers press akwardly against his back, but that doesn’t matter because his face is buried in Mickey’s neck and he’s home.

“I know you like this romantic crap,” Mickey mumbles, pushing Ian back so he’s at arms length. He hands Ian the flowers, which he eagerly accepts, and digs around in the pocket of his jeans for a moment. When he pulls his hand out again, he sinks to one knee, offering the silver ring out to Ian. 

Ian laughs. He laughs so hard he cries, or maybe he just cries. 

“This, uh, kinda felt appropriate, I guess,” Mickey says as he grins up him. “Marry me?”

Ian pulls Mickey up and into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his hair. 

“Is that a yes, Gallagher?” Mickey pants when Ian lets him go again. 

“Of course that’s a yes, Milkovich.”

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ficlet #sort of anyway #dyno writes

[soobpricity]

this love - kang taehyun

letter 13 ; pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“wait for me here, i’ll just ask ms.kim about this and then i’ll be right back.” beomgyu said, grabbing a box from your hands and entering the said classroom. you stood there patiently, a few seconds passing before you felt a small tap on your shoulder, turning your head over to see a girl, hair nicely styled but you could tell that it was just naturally like that. a subtle blush settling just on her cheeks, a bit of the same product on her nose. eyelashes perfectly curled, she looked right at you.

“you’re yn, right ?” she questioned, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, confusion running through you as you wondered how she knew you’re name. “you’re taehyun’s new partner, no ?”

taehyun was quite a popular person, not only was he athletic but now he was making rounds for how well he was managing his life. he was already known for his ability and amazing skill in soccer. he was also known for the way he would go around dating just about anyone before breaking their hearts and moving onto his next target.

“yeah.. you are ?”

“i’m nari. i kind of needed help on my way around, been here for years and i still don’t completely know my way around.” she let out a breathy laugh at the end of her sentence. she pointed at the lanyard around your neck which indicated that you were a school helper.

“oh i can help, where do you need to go ?”

“can you help me get to this classroom, my teacher needs something from that teacher.” she replied, pointing at a few numbers that were on a sticky note. you nodded your head agreeing to take her with you. sending a message to beomgyu to let him know that you were going to be elsewhere instead of waiting for him.

“just follow me..” you kept an eye on nari, ensuring he that she was following right behind you as you guided her towards her destination. she kept herself close to you, looking around the area and recognizing the way towards the place that you were taking her.

“so.. how has taehyun been treating you ?” nari asks, a gentle smile softly resting on her face as she listened to your reply.

“it’s been pretty surreal.. are you two friends ?” you couldn’t help but feel a bit curious due to the amount of mentions of taehyun from nari.

“not really, i’m his ex..”

“oh..”

“the last serious ex he had, but don’t worry.. i’m not here to make things hard or uncomfortable for you. plus taehyun made it quite clear that he was done seeing me. i kind of don’t plan on seeing or even confronting him either, a lot of drama came with dating him and i really don’t.. i don’t want to relive that.” nari explained, making you feel less tense as you were previously a bit worried on what nari would say to you about taehyun. you did have a few encounters with taehyun’s less serious exs which was why beomgyu wanted to make sure that you were by his side most of the time.

“if you don’t mind.. what happened ?” you look back at her as she caught up to your pace, beginning to walk side by side.

“i’m surprised you don’t already know, you’re friends with sunghoon, no ?” she took a small look at you, receiving a nod in reply. “well sunghoon and heeseung used to be the bestest of friends. heeseung was on the soccer team, and between taehyun, heeseung, and i.. we had a love corner-“

“a love corner.” you tilted your head at nari, you hadn’t really ever heard that term before which of course made you wonder what nari was trying to say.

“y’know a love corner, kinda like a love triangle except one person likes another person and someone likes the one person. mm.. kinda like say you and taehyun like each other.. well you do like each other BUT that’s not the point. you and taehyun like each other, right. but say someone likes taehyun but obviously he has eyes for you and you have eyes for taehyun. a love triangle is more like if you liked taehyun but taehyun liked someone else, but that someone else liked you.. does that make sense ?”

“oh yeah !! in a love corner, two people actually have reciprocating feelings..”

“that’s right !” she grinned, “so heeseung liked me, i liked taehyun and taehyun liked me back. well everything was fine, i didn’t even know that heeseung liked me until one night when taehyun was in the middle of his game, heeseung suddenly made me question taehyun’s feelings for me so when i asked taehyun how he truly felt about me.. he just brushed me off, and then heeseung talked about how much better he could treat me. he told me that taehyun made a mistake when he asked me out. i ended up rejecting heeseung because it felt like he made me throw my relationship away all because he wanted to prove that he was better than taehyun. but ! i have a sinking suspicion that taehyun truly does love you, i don’t know you can kinda just tell by his eyes when he looks at you.”

nari stood right next to you as you listened intently to each of her words. pure shock going through you as you realized why heeseung was contacting you all of a sudden. it wasn’t necessarily because he liked you but because he wanted revenge on taehyun for ending up with nari and for so easily brushing nari off. you weren’t too sure why he was so upset about the fact that taehyun brushed off nari if it only made heeseung look the way he said he was.. “better” than taehyun. you gave nari a nervous smile, fiddling around with your fingers.

“oh- this should be where you needed to go.” you point at the door in front of the two of you, opening the door for nari and seeing a clean art room, a few spills of paint here and there, but it was polished for the main part.

“thank you, i can take it from here.. i have a few things to do. but thank you so much for your help.” she grins widely, entering the art room and placing on an apron. which made you question if she truly knew where she was going the entire time as she seemed to have an entire routine. had she lied to you, even if she did, it seemed quite harmless.. not anything for you to worry about. you waved at her, before walking away, checking your phone to see that beomgyu had yet to respond, signifying that he was still in the same area. as you made a turn, you heard your name being called out. looking back, you notice as taehyun ran towards you, happy little giggles leaving his lips.

“ynie !!” he exclaimed as you shushed him, by placing a finger to his lips. your eyes scanned the area before taking him into the stairway where you were bound to be safe from being caught.

“tyun.. what’s up ?” you questioned, taehyun noticed you acting a bit different than when the two of you typically meet up in the middle of a class which he usually skips a bit just for you. first of all, you have yet to give him a hug, not only that, but he hasn’t even received a single kind of kiss from you. and you never ask him ‘what’s up’ the both of you typically just end up spontaneously talking about your days so far. he opens his arms wide open for you, as you hesitantly accept the warm embrace that he was offering.

“is something up ? you never forget to give me my hugs or kisses ?” he whispers into your ear, patting your back as if showing you a signal of support and love. you weren’t mad at taehyun, he didn’t have to tell you about his ex until he felt comfortable and that’s only if he felt like he had to tell you. although, right now, he felt like that part of life was something that he wanted to dig deep away from himself. he, himself, didn’t really want to even think about that drama-filled period of time that he lived through. however, you couldn’t help but feel worried, would heeseung really be so stuck on the past that he would end up harming your own relationship with taehyun. if nari had moved on from the situation which harmed her mentally more than heeseung, then surely he should be able to move on.

“nope, i was just.. you caught me off guard today, i was just in my own world.” you reply, pulling away from taehyun and pressing a kiss to his cheek. nerves calming down as you took in his warmth. taehyun could only smile, to be honest, he had seen you with nari. you hadn’t seemed that down with her so he couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure about the situation. he knew that nari truly didn’t mean any harm, he was dating her for a good amount of time to get to know the kind of person she was. he couldn’t say that he trusted her with his life but he trusted nari a fair amount.

“oh, yn !” he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around yours. bringing them up to his side and holding them close. “i wanted to ask you something.”

“yeah, what is it ?” you questioned, playing with taehyun’s hands as you smiled at him. your warm personality returning, knowing that you and taehyun had nothing to worry about, you trusted him.. he trusted you, was there anything to truly even question if the two of you trusted each other so well.

“do you think that maybe.. mm can you come to senior night as my plus one ?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, attempting to hide his shy feelings with a small smile. although, you could easily read behind his smile, feeling his rather clammy hands against yours.

“of course ! i just can’t believe you’re giving me the honor.” you grinned, pulling the boy into your arms. just the other day you were there to support the boy in his first game of the season and now he was approaching his last game of the season. in fact, it was going to be his last game as a student, and it was going to determine whether his team became champions or ranked in second place. taehyun’s team had never truly won, they always made it to the finals, but were often defeated and ended up in second place. so taehyun felt like this was his last chance to prove that him and his team were much better than what they seemed to be. he was certain that he could lead his team into victory this year.

you’ve gone to all of taehyun’s games this season, and he knew that you were bound to support him to his final game. but he was still surprised that you agreed, he felt proud. taehyun felt like he was walking on cloud nine, he just never felt like he had been so supported by someone and now here he was.

“thank you.” he smiled, bringing his lips towards yours. pressing a sweet kiss against your lips, tiny bits of a smile sneaking into the candy-like kiss. that was until the two of you heard the door open, pulling away and waving at each other before rushing out the stairway through different exits. as you walked away, you passed a teacher, glad that you left before the two of you got caught. you returned to a copy room, realizing that you needed to help someone by making a few copies for them before returning back to beomgyu, who immediately noticed your blushy appearance when you returned to him. a laugh cracking through his mouth as he couldn’t help but tease you.

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[frankenjoly]

The answer

solangelo + “there’s no answer, but will is the answer”

When he woke up, the first thing Nico noticed while opening his eyes were… a bunch of faces staring at him, which was confusing as hell (pun may be intended) despite him not having troubles with recognizing them.

“Man, you’ve been out for a while, y’know.” And what about a ‘Good morning’ or something, Valdez?

“Can we not crowd him?” Hazel suggested, even when she was sitting on his bedside, having claimed the spot closest to him. Though, if there was someone who had the right to do that, it was her. That was likely the reason everyone obliged without commenting on/joking about the apparent hypocrisy; family privileges could go a long way, after all.

“Thanks.” He said, with not an ounce of bitterness, as his personal space cleared up a little. Then, Nico instantly directed his attention back to Hazel. “Do you have my note here? And if yes, can you please return it?”

Hazel nodded, offering him a soft smile as she reached inside her jacket’s pocket and retrieved a folded piece of paper he took once it was close enough.

“Guess the fact you remember the note can count as proof you didn’t get much of a concussion.” Jason added. Definitely; Will was going to be pleased to know that. And speaking of him, maybe he should have waited to get that note back till a moment when Will wasn’t around. Or, at least, mentioning how it was something quite personal to everyone before unfolding the paper would have been wise. Because Leo, blissfully aware of the embarrassment he was going to cause Nico in a matter of mere seconds, had to read it out loud.

“There��s no ‘answer’, but Will is the answer.” To his credit, he did become aware when Nico started to blush furiously, and a pleased ‘huh’ coming from Will reached the group. “Oh.”

Exactly: oh.

(Also on ao3.)

#solangelo #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #leo valdez #will solace #pjo #hoo #pjo series #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #baby's 1st solangelo and pjo drabble lakjlkj #which is A Thing given that i've been a fan for like 14 years now #(also i wanna get caught up i need to finish the toa books)