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barefoot-joker · 3 months

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Against Heaven and Hell~Yandere!Adam X Reader X Yandere!Lucifer

Hello, everybody! Welcome back to my Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation! Today I bring you a Yandere! Adam vs Yandere! Lucifer story. I think this one turned out alright but let me know what you think. As always, enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 1972

Warnings: Swearing, Adam being Adam, Car Crash, Contract Signing, Kidnapping

I bit my lip as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. The girls and I were going out tonight and I wanted to look my best. It had been a few months since we’d seen each other after all. I smoothed out my black and red plaid pants and fluffed my black dress shirt. Deciding I was presentable enough I walked to my kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the counter, put on my black bomber jacket and black boots, and walked out my apartment door. I locked the door behind me and continued my way to the elevator. Hitting the button for the first floor, I found myself tapping my foot as I waited.

Ding!

The doors opened and I walked out. I headed to the parking garage to the left of my apartment building and walked up the few flights of stairs to my car. Since I was the designated driver I made sure a few days before my vehicle was nice and tidy. I put on some tunes as I drove down several blocks before arriving near the center of the city. I parked on a side street and pulled out my phone, texting Ashley that I was ready for them. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when there was a tap on my window. I looked up and saw Ashley, Shiloh and Tiffany standing there. I unlocked the doors and they all got in. “Hey, girl! Long time no see!” Ashley, sitting in the passenger seat, gave me a tight hug.

“It’s nice to see all of you too. Gosh, it feels like it’s been forever.”

“It really has. But no time is like the present as they say!” Tiffany piped up from the back seat.

We all nodded in agreement. “So, where should we go?”

“How about Tito’s? I heard they have a $3 special going on tonight.” Shiloh said.

“Tito’s it is then.”

With that I started the car and drove further into the city. We arrived at Tito’s around 7 pm and after parking the car, walked inside. The bar was quite busy that night with many couples sharing tables and others taking to the dance floor as a live band played. The four of us took to a booth across from the bar and ordered our drinks. The girls had gotten some classics like a gin and tonic, old fashioned and Manhattan while I just had my favorite soda. I was the designated driver after all. We sat and chatted for hours, and it soon was 10 pm and my friends were wasted. I struggled to carry all of them to the car as they giggled drunkenly, grasping onto me tightly. “Oh my god, Y/n! You’re so cute, you know that?” Shiloh said, giggling slightly.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I had to lean Tiffany and Shiloh against the back door as I struggled to put Ashley in. “Stop, Y/n! That tickles! Stop!”

I grunted as I managed to get her in with her seat belt on. Quickly I rounded to the back of the car and started to get Shiloh in. Tiffany slid to the ground and started to laugh uncontrollably. This was going to be a rough night.

It took about 15 minutes but I had finally gotten everybody in the car. I drove everybody back to Ashley’s apartment and started to unload them into the hallway. “Y/n, please stay. We can like have a big sleepover!” Ashley slurred.

“Sorry, honey. I’ve got work in the morning. But I’m sure Tiffany and Shiloh wouldn’t mind your company.”

I leaned down to the “Welcome” mat by Ashley’s door and grabbed the spare key. Unlocking the door, I dragged in all three girls. I placed Ashley on her armchair and Shiloh and Tiffany on the couch. Once I made sure they were all cozy, I snuck out before they could grab onto me. I made sure to replace the key under the mat before I walked back to my car.

The drive home was a bit chaotic. There were lots of people on the streets wandering around due to it being a Friday night and night life was hopping. I was placed out of my thoughts as my light turned green. I was in the middle of the intersection when suddenly my car was struck on the side by a much larger vehicle. I tried to regain control of the wheel as my stomach clenched, however, the car began to flip. I couldn’t even get a scream out as another car came and smashed into the front of mine. I could feel the car being slid across the road before slamming into a building. My head flew forwards and smacked into the wheel before flying back. My vision was doubling as I heard faint screams from the street. Just as my eyes began to close, I could have sworn I saw golden wings descending from the sky.

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel warmth around me. It didn’t feel like a blanket or anything more like the Sun beaming down upon me. I slowly opened my eyes only to be blinded by bright light. Everything seemed to be overly saturated as I looked around and the gentle humming of violins filled the air. I sat up with a groan and held my head, a slight dull pain hitting it. What happened?

Suddenly, a set of double white doors flew open and revealed a tall, large man in a white, gold and purple robe, a demon looking mask on his face with black horns scraping behind his head. Beside him a smaller female with a black and white devilish mask, gray dress and white and black wings stood. “Ah good, you’re finally awake, babe.”

“Who are you?”

“Adam, first man. Autographs are extra, sweetheart. And this is Lute, my assistant.”

I just stared at him. What in the world? “Um, I hate to ask, but where am I?”

“You’re in Heaven, toots!”

“H-Heaven? You mean like Heaven and Hell Heaven?”

Adam’s yellow eyes rolled. “Duh! What other Heaven do you know of?”

My hands touched my chest and then my face. If I’m here does that mean-

“You’re not dead if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then how’d I get here? I thought only dead people saw the Pearly Gates?”

Adam’s smile grew wide and the sight of fangs alarmed me. “I may have pulled a few strings to get you here. Please hold the applause. You can thank me later.”

“Um, okay.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, but don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

He snapped his fingers and the two left. When the doors closed, I took a few moments to breathe. What exactly happened? All I could remember was driving back home from Ashley’s apartment, getting into a huge car crash and golden wings descending from the sky. Could that have been Adam? But then did he know I was going to get into a wreck? Could angels predict that sort of stuff?

I shook my head and stood up from the bed I was on. Looking down I was in a light blue medical gown and my feet were bare. Was I in a hospital back on Earth? “You almost ready in there, babe? It’s been a while.”

“C-coming.”

“Not without me I hope.”

I stopped before the door. Did he say what I think he said? Whatever.

I opened it and stepped out. “Finally. Now come on, toots. Let the first man show you around!”

Before I could say anything, he slung a tight arm around my shoulders, and we walked off.

Heaven wasn’t quite what I expected. It was almost like the city I lived in just without what would be considered sin. Every angel smiled and waved as the three of us walked by and it was almost sickening how happy everybody was. “So how do you like Heaven, babe? Does it surpass your expectations?”

“I guess. I wasn’t really expecting to be here. How did I get here again?”

“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that we’re together! Especially now that you’ve got a real man in your life!”

“Sir, you said you’d hold off on that information.”

“Oh what’s the big deal, Lute? Toots will be stuck here anyway.”

I stopped walking and the two turned to look at me. “Stuck here? What are you talking about? You said I wasn’t dead.”

“Not yet. But as soon as my favor goes through then you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

“F-favor? Are you going to kill me?!”

“Eh, sacrifices need to be made. But I can assure you my dick is good.” He winked.

“Get away from me!”

I bolted as fast as I could. “Lute, grab her!”

I could hear the flapping of wings as I continued to run. Just as I was rounding a corner, I could feel myself falling. It wasn’t fast but more like floating back to Earth. The light around me dissipated into a grayness and I felt myself land softly.

My eyes flickered open and it took me a few minutes to realize I was in a hospital room. I sat up quickly and looked around frantically. I couldn’t see any angels around, so I leaned back in bed. A knock sounded at the wooden door and in walked a short man with blonde hair. He had on a white dress shirt and red tie, white pants and black boots. He stopped by the side of my bed and a pleased smile graced his lips. “Thank goodness you’re alright. I thought you’d never wake up. You were in a coma for a few days.”

“You are?”

“Oh, forgive me, where are my manners? Dr Morningstar at your service. You were in quite the accident, little lady.”

“What happened?”

“From what we were told it was quite the fatal car crash. I’m not sure how it happened, but it seems like Heaven willed it to occur.”

He grit his teeth when he mentioned the glorious upstairs. Odd.

He went back to smiling at me and I couldn’t tell if it was the lighting, but his eyes appeared red. “The most important thing is we get you better. I’m sure your husband is worried about you.”

“Oh, I’m not married.”

“I see.”

His gaze dropped to my hand and I became uncomfortable with how long it lingered there. “Well, I’d better let you rest. I’ll be back later to check up on you.”

He bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him. What is with today?

Over the next few weeks Dr Morningstar helped me recover. My friends came and visited a couple of times which was nice. I was told I could go home at any time soon. It was late one night when Dr Morningstar came into my room. “Alrighty then Y/n, I have your discharge papers right here.”

He handed me a stack of paperwork. “I just need you to sign the bottom.”

“Of course.”

I did as he said when suddenly the lights started to flicker. The room slightly shook as Dr Morningstar suddenly summoned a cane with an apple on top. “W-what’s going on?”

“You my dear, just signed your soul to me.”

“W-what?!”

“I didn’t want to trick you like this I promise, but it needed to be done. Adam was getting too close to you.”

How could he know about Adam?

“The douchebag spilled everything to me, trying to make me jealous I guess. But sad to say, you’re now mine.”

He walked closer and I attempted to run but was met with a whack to the head. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

My eyes couldn’t quite process the six wings and horns that my doctor gained as they closed.

Everything faded to black.

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saintslewis · 2 months

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

yourusername • 13 mins ago

The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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yourusername “anything you want, princess” — lewis hamilton.

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user give me your game card

user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

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yourusername you already have one???

user you gold digging bitch

user no ways 😭

user not you using him for his money

user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

fan she got the chance and she took it, i gotta respect it

user i hope this is a hard launch because i’ve been shipping these two for YEARS

user me too!!

lewishamilton just say the word 🫡

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saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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kakiav · 4 months

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i want toji under my christmas tree☆彡

explicit content below ੈ♡‧₊˚

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: supernatural-ish (toji is brought to life in the real world), heavy humiliation, toji is very degrading (calls you a slut but always mama <3), his boot is on your head, dumbification, p in v, lots of cum, mentions of multiple rounds

“I want toji fushiguro naked underneath the tree. oiled up with a pretty red bow around his neck. that’s all I want for christmas.” you jokingly said to your friend who was curious as what to get you for the upcoming holiday.

now you’re starting to have second thoughts about your odd request. toji’s foot is heavy on your head, balancing his weight evenly on each leg to not cause you bodily harm. your spine arches painfully in a crescent shape as toji fucks into you. if it wasn’t for the pure euphoric feeling of toji’s cock hitting all of the right places, you’d be screaming for him to stop.

“stupid fucking slut. who enjoys being used like a fuck toy by someone they just met?” toji’s mocking words shoots an arrow straight into your heart. you should feel guilty, fucking a fictional character that was somehow brought to the real world but for once you decide on being selfish. plus this may be your last chance having sex with a man as attractive as he was on the tv screen.

moans pour out of your “o” shaped mouth, tears forming at the waterline. this feels like a dream come true. bringing a shaking hand to your stomach, you can actually feel toji’s rhythmic thrusts in your sore pussy. a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of how handsome toji must look right now. drenched in sweat, chest already glistening under the light due to the oil. by now the bow around his neck must have been taken off and thrown on the floor. even though you know he won’t let you see him just yet. you pray to whatever brought him to be put you in a new position where you can shamelessly stare at him.

“whatcha thinkin’ about slut? your pussy is begging me to not pull out.” he snickers at your lack of a response, too drunk off of his cock. toji pulls apart your ass checks, watching the multiple loads of cum leaking out of your pussy with every harsh thrust back into your greedy hole that stretches eagerly for him. it’s an absolute mess, even for toji who loves messy sex. the mixture of your multiple orgasms and his sticky cum slides down your pussy, coating your clit in the process.

“I can get used to this mama. and I think this pussy would like that too.” toji grunts as his hips start loosing rhythm approaching another orgasm. but he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, especially with your pretty face fucked out and saliva drooling out of your mouth.

#☆.toji #☆.jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro smut

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dorotheataylor · 19 days

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You are in Love

Pairing- Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Summary- The three times he realised he loved you, and the one time he said it. Inspired by You are in Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift.

Warnings- Its just fluff, a little angst if you squint? SATORU IS WHIPPED (hes so cute😭), best friends to lovers romance, Shoko and Suguru playing cupids, whipped satoru (yes this warning again), swearing (its only one word but still), no curses!au, modern!au, my poor english :p

Word Count- 3.5k words

A/N- Whenever I listen to Taylor, either this guy or his best friend pop up in my head. Like the amount of times I think about them is so insane and I can’t help it anymore. Anyways, here’s another songfic (is this even a surprise atp?) based on another Taylor’s song coz i love that woman so much. Alsoooo it’s my birthday today! And what is better than writing a fic abt your man on your birthday? So I hope y’all enjoy this little birthday gift from me!

The first time Satoru realised he loved you was when you were in college together. It was the last day of the semester before everyone bid farewell to each other and went home for the holiday season. You and him were walking along one pathway coming back from your Christmas shopping, snow falling softly around everyone’s body, and a chill in the air that made everyone want to snuggle up beside the fireplace in their houses.

Suguru and Shoko had joined you both too but then excused themselves to leave you two alone, hoping that the romantic ambiance of the holiday season would finally give Satoru the confidence to tell you how he felt.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understanding. He had spent the whole afternoon talking to himself in the mirror, practicing what he would say so that he won't stumble on his words and ruin the moment.

He didn't have a problem talking to you as he normally does; you were his best friend after all, like Suguru and Shoko, but once he tries to tell you that you make his heart beat faster, make butterflies flood his stomach, it makes him lose all his senses. Suguru had to drag him out of his room, complaining about waiting for 'thirty fucking minutes' already.

Eventually, he met you and Shoko at the front gate of his house and walked with you towards the mall. The entire day, he felt so jittery, like he couldn’t stay still. You remained oblivious to the fact that Satoru was about ready to burst from the inside from how nervous he was.

Suguru and Shoko, on the other hand, couldn’t contain their laughter. By the time the sky began to fade into the night sky, Suguru and Shoko decided that now was as good of a time than ever and made up an excuse to leave the two of you alone.

Now here you were, walking beside Satoru, bundled up in your white scarf, and the cutest red blush on the tip of your nose. You readjusted your beanie, looking up at him to start conversation. Satoru felt his words get stuck in his throat, unable to remember how to speak with you staring up at him with the twinkle of oblivion in your eye.

"Toru?" you asked bumping your shoulder with him, noticing his uneasy expressions as you wrapped an arm around yourself to get some warmth as the snow had started to fall little more harshly, "am I that boring that your mind had to drift somewhere else?"

"God no." He blushed, finally able to say something without stumbling. Without thought, he wrapped one of his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. You sighed in content, melting into him and Satoru swore his heart swelled three times its size.

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked up the path. The lights lining the cobblestone street gave a yellow tint to the sight. He walked with you in silence but in his head, he was going over exactly what he wanted to say. This was the perfect time.

The snow falling from the sky, little snowflakes tangled in the strands of your hair. You were pressed up against his chest, so close to him that he could smell your perfume, sweet and addicting. There were no other people around, all too eager to find sanctuary in warmth that their houses brought. It was the perfect time.

He stopped walking, halting you with him. He let you go for a moment, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You watched as the cloud of fog escaped his lips and dispersed into the air. His white hair poked out from under his hoodie, matted on his forehead. Satoru looked down at his wet boots, kicking around snow that pooled around the soles.

Finally, he looked up, taking your two hands into his palms in the process.

You smiled at the gesture, your heart fluttering in your chest. You looked at him, offering a comforting look as you raised your eyebrows up in suspicion, “What’s up, Toru?”

And just like that, all of the words he worked so hard to conjure up, slipped right out of his mind. When he saw you looking up at him, eyebrows raised, cheeks and nose tinted with a light shade of pink, and your lips plump and red, he realized that there were no words to describe what it was he felt about you.

You watched him in silence, studying the way he gave you a lopsided smile when you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, letting out another sigh of relief.

“Nothing,” he finally spoke, letting go of your hands. He wrapped his arm around you again, hoping you won’t hear the marching of his heart in his chest. “You’re my best friend.”

The second time he realised he loved you was when he found you crying on your couch. He had came to check on you when you didn’t come over for the routine movie night. Every Saturday, you, him, Suguru and Shoko got together at each other’s places for movie nights. Laughter, jokes, entertainment, talks, drinks and what not went on full night and the next day all of you were passed out on either couch or the floor.

Today everyone was coming over at Satoru’s place. Suguru and Shoko were already there but when it kept getting late, Satoru became worried about you. Shoko tried assuring him you were okay, just stuck in some work but he wouldn’t believe it. Because you were time punctual and never missed the movie nights.

So he came over to yours and opened your door with the spare key you’d given him only to find you curled up in your couch, crying.

He immediately rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you held onto him. He didn’t say anything but stayed there, holding you, feeling his heart break as you sobbed into his chest.

A few moments later, when he felt you relaxing a little, he took your face in his hands as he asked, “better?”

You just nodded as you snuggled into him. Neither of you two said anything, a comfortable silence, just sitting there on your couch, engulfing each other, enjoying each other’s company.

“Now tell me what happened?” he asked softly when your crying had quieted down, afraid you might break again.

“It’s nothing. I just- its too much. Work, studies, family, everything. I just got too overwhelmed and just couldn’t keep it in anymore. And I had nobody present here for me to tell me that its okay or listen about what I felt.” You said now realising what mess you had made and quite embarrassed that Satoru had to see you this vulnerable. “God this is embarrassing! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey look at me.” He said, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him when you didn’t. “Everyone in this world has a vulnerable side. Everyone on this planet has things which is maybe too much overwhelming for them that they might just break at any point. Just like you did. But don’t ever apologise for this. Because none of it is your fault. Okay? And I’m always here for you. Even if you’re far away, I’ll always be there. You’re not alone, okay?”

You just nodded and gave him the smile he adored so much. And without saying anything else, he wrapped both of his arms around you once again, letting you rest your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and hummed in content as you snuggled even closer to him if possible.

And as he looked down at the girl in his arms, he realised this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved you.

The third time he realised he loved you was after summer. He hadn’t talked or heard from you since 4 months.

You left without a goodbye or a message to god knows where. He'd tried searching for you but always ended up getting disappointed. Suguru and Shoko missed you too. They had helped him to find you too but to no avail. It was like you’d disappeared into thin air.

Satoru often wondered if you ever thought about him like he did, if you missed him like he did. He knew you were probably out there pursuing your dream career, which you'd always talked about and wanted to do, but a part of him wanted to be there with you. To support and cheer for you at every step you take, to give you advices, to have late night celebration for your achievements. Call him selfish and everything. Everyday that passed, he cursed himself for not telling you how he felt before you left. Would it have made any difference? He’d like to think so. Even if it didn’t, he, at least, wouldn’t have to live every single day thinking: “What if?”

He kept a picture of you in his office. He often looked at it whenever he was free, always wondering how you were doing, if you were okay or not. Suguru and Shoko always found this sight pitful. They had tried to get him to move on, but all of them knew that Satoru was so in love with you and you were special to all three of them and that nobody could ever take your place.

It wasn’t until six months later when you stumbled into the building, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. A part of you knew you didn’t have the right to be there because you left them with no warning. You wouldn’t blame them if they asked you to leave the premises the minute their eyes landed on you. You knew you deserved the cold shoulder. Because if they were the ones who did that to you, you knew you wouldn’t be so forgiving.

The receptionist had told you to wait while she checked if the three of them were free or not. As you waited, you smiled sadly at the memories of last six months. You had gone for higher studies, as your dad had promised, for your dream career. You knew you should’ve at least informed someone before you left but everything happened just so fast that one moment your dad had agreed on your consent and the next moment you were on the plane.

Surely you enjoyed the studies and training period there, Paris being busy in days and nights, but having really nice places to visit. You would always go to the Eiffel tower, watching the sunset, half expecting for Satoru to wrap his arm around your waist but whenever you turned your head you’d always met with empty space. Whenever you came home exhausted, you always expected Satoru to be there with dinner ready and him greeting you with a welcome home kiss.

That’s why you came back. To be in his arms. To be able to kiss him. To be able to call him yours. Because you’d realise that your life was nothing if Gojo Satoru wasn’t in it.

The receptionist told you to go upstairs at floor 5 but as you were about to click the lift button, you heard someone running on the stairs. You turned to look who it was and your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones which were close to home. He just looked at you and slowly stepped towards you as you did the same.

When you were both closer to each other, he brought his hand up, touching your cheeks delicately as if making sure you were real.

Satoru couldn’t believe it. When the receptionist called him and said that someone named Y/N L/N was here to meet him, he left all his works and ran downstairs. And now that he’d seen you, he was mesmerised and shocked. Shocked because you were really here and mesmerised because you looked even more beautiful than before. He touched your cheeks delicately, making sure you were really here and not another one of his hallucinations. And then without another thought he took you into his arms and held you tight and closer to him, now promising himself to never let you go. All the feelings he still had for you, tripled. His heart rumbled in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even after all this time, he was still so in love with you.

“No need to tell me where you were. Because I already know.” You were tearing up as you finally felt complete in his arms and realised how much you loved him.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again.” He said as he was starting to tear up too. He loved you so much and the thought of being apart once again was killing him.

“I won’t. Ever again. I promise.”

It didn’t take long for Satoru to tell you how he felt after you came back. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Every moment that he didn’t get to call you his, chipped his heart. Both Shoko and Suguru were growing tired of it, encouraging him to just say it because they were sure you felt the same. He tried to ignore them, not wanting to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel if you told him you loved him back.

You came over to Satoru’s for dinner that night, Suguru insisted that they all missed you too much to go out to a restaurant. After dinner and catching up with everyone, you and Satoru excused yourselves and walked out in the garden. His hands were in his pockets, unable to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. He’s been practicing what to say to you since years and yet, he still felt unprepared.

You were walking silently beside him, taking in the silence and calmness of the life you’re living now. You no longer had to worry about anything, just the day to day necessities, and your feelings for Satoru. Subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his snuggling up to his side for some warmth.

He froze for a moment. This is it, he thought, this is the perfect moment. So before he lost his confidence, he spoke, “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, Toru?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “What is it?”

There it was. He missed it. He missed the way you called him ‘Toru’. And now finally hearing it from you made his heart skip many beats.

He held you in your place, stopping in the middle of a field of flowers. The moon illuminated one side of your face, showing off your perfect features. Satoru smiled, reaching over to caress your cheekbone. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I love you.”

You gasped softly, looking up at him, “What?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” Satoru sighed, connecting his forehead with yours. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breathy laugh, “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You slowly brought your hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he melted in your touch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid of what you'd say. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and lose you. I just thought that maybe if you didn't love me like that, I'd still have you. Even if it's just as your best friend."

"Then why now?" you asked, you voice getting even quieter. He kissed the palm of your hand as he met your eyes.

"Because after all those years of crushing on you, all those months of not being able to see you or be in your arms, made me realise how much in love I was with you. All those six months, you consumed all of my thoughts, your laughter was all I could hear in my silent nights, your smile was all I could see everywhere I went. And not being able to tell you how much I loved you was killing me." He finished, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.

You didn't know when your eyes started tearing up. All you knew was how much you loved him at this moment. Him confessing all his feelings for you, so vulnerably. It made you realise how much you just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

So you said, "I'm in love with you too, Satoru."

At first he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. You loved him back? His eyes shot open, pulling away from you as he stared at you in disbelief. “Y-you love me?”

"Yes, you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, pulling him closer. Your lips ghosted over his, causing him to shiver. "I've been in love with you for a really long time as well."

"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" he said, laughing a little.

"Yes, you are. But you're my idiot."

And with that, he kissed you. All those years where he hid his feelings came pouring out in this one kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his like there was any more space between the two of you to close. Your arms looped around his neck, his one hand snaked down to your waist to steady you while one still remained on your cheek. He kissed you, pouring in all his regrets, mistakes, apprehensions, into his love, no longer wanting to pass up an opportunity to love you for the rest of his life.

And when he pulled back for air, he had the biggest smile on his face. "I'm the luckiest man on this earth." You pecked him again as you gave him your biggest grin.

On your way back home, you could feel it, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it with the lights out in the garden. It lingered between you two, suffocating you but it was the best feeling ever. Gojo Satoru is in love with you. You are in love.

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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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my god, dad!anakin who catches reader with a boy! he kicks the boy out only to show you how you should really be fucked :(((

18+, Dark. Fauxcest/Stepcest. Mentions of "Virginity" check. Dead Dove do not eat.

I didn't add the exact "show you how you should really be fucked", because I already have a small blurb similar to that sentence, but I had this small thot and I hope it's okay;)!

He slams the front door, hands shaking and brows furrowed. Dad!Anakin storms back to the living room, standing in front of you and crossing his strong arms over his chest. His boot furiously taps on the carpet, and you know he is waiting for you to stop staring dumbly at your lap and meet his gaze.

"Dad, I—" You try to come up with an apology, but the moment you raise your eyes the words die instantly in your throat. He is beyond pissed.

"We only have two rules in this house," Anakin says through gritted teeth. The sound of his boot on the carpet is like a nervous tick, and if you weren't paralyzed, you'd probably be biting your nails. "Can you tell me what those rules are?"

You gulp and nod. This is so embarrassing. Why can't he be a normal father and just scold you and send you to your room? Isn't that easier? It is, but Anakin wouldn't pass the opportunity to remind you who is in charge. He raised you. Anakin could say he «owns» you and you wouldn't even protest—

You are scared, which is normal, he just got home to find his precious angel with some stupid boy sneaking his dirty hands between your legs, kissing what belongs to him. Anakin's blood is boiling, but he knows he can't lose control, he needs to teach you a lesson. Dad needs to show his little princess what happens when she breaks a rule.

"Don't stay up late and no boys allowed," You recite out loud, rubbing your palms on your thighs nervously. Breaking one rule is already bad enough, but it's... roughy an hour and a half after midnight, so you are on a roll tonight.

"Two simple rules," Anakin reaches down to cup your face, gripping your chin roughly and leaning closer. "Two simple damn rules that exist for a reason."

His blue eyes are on fire, his touch isn't gentle nor caring like it always is; it's dangerous, it screams "you are in trouble" in big red letters. Anakin pushes your face back, causing your back to hit the cushions of the couch. The sudden abrupt act surprises you, but you decide to stay silent.

He takes a seat next to you, reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it, you obey wordlessly, letting him look at your expose chest. The weight of his stare burns, and you realize that your father is checking of any trace of hickeys, bites, anything. He grabs your jaw again, twisting your neck and continuing his searching, making sure you are untouched.

"Take off your bra."

"What?" Your voice finally finds a certain strength mixed with incredulity. "Why?"

"Do it."

Your fingers tremble as you unclasp the undergarment, letting it fall next to you. Anakin wastes no time to cup your breasts and give them a firm squeeze, rubbing your nipples against his calloused palms until they stand hard and sensitive.

"D–Dad?" You breathe out, puffing your chest as his thumbs rolls the hard nubs.

"Did he touched you like this?" He asks huskily, bringing his face to the curve of your neck and licking your soft, scented skin. "I don't think he did. He looked too busy trying to slide his hands down your jeans."

You shake your head, letting out the first tentative moan. "N–No. He didn't."

He smirks at the admission, of course he smirks. He knows how immature and rushed kids are these days. They don't know how to properly treat a princess like you.

"Take off your jeans, and your underwear too," Anakin pinches your nipples harder this time, if his intentions are to hurt you... he is really fulfilling them.

"Why?" There you go again questioning him. He is just trying to teach you a lesson.

"I need to know you are still intact."

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#titaniasfairy #dad!anakin #dad!anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader

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softlyspector · 8 months

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strawberries

Summary: Ellie agrees to come over for dinner.

This can be read as a standalone, set after clouds Joel comes home to find you telling your daughter a bedtime story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: ~2.4k

Warnings: set in the clouds universe but can be read alone, Joel and the reader have a daughter together, certified girl dad Joel Miller, allusions to events in tlou part 2, Joel is a sad old guy, Joel and Ellie are not on good terms

A/N: Hello. I'm back on my soft dad bullshit! This is a little longer than I intended it to be, but I'm used to writing 10-15k so I'll call this a win. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

Frost sparkles brightly in the front yard, diamonds and crystals, boundless, endless hills and valleys of it.

Joel is upstairs when the front door opens. Cold air rushes into the house, blisteringly, brutally cold, frozen drafts of it. He can feel it, even in Evie’s room.

His daughter gives an exaggerated, full body shiver and reaches chubby little hands up to him, fingers opening and closing in a silent request to be picked up.

He tucks Evie into his arms and bends without stooping over to grab her little blanket. It’s patterned with strawberries, vestiges of things from when she was a baby, a consolation prize to him that you’d traded for just days before Evie would be born.

It’s pink, the strawberries a bright, smiling red, pockets of green leaves and tiny, carefully stitched seeds. He had wanted to paint his spare bedroom pink when you were still pregnant, but you’d settled on sunshine yellow instead.

The pink, the strawberries, had reminded him of another little girl, another little pink blanket. It had been more than a gift for compromising on the color of the walls.

He hears you pad through the house to the entryway, soft footed and quiet as a mouse. “Hey, kiddo,” your voice drifts up the staircase, airy light and golden hued. “I’m really glad you decided to come.” After a moment you add, “Joel is, too.”

Joel buries his nose in Evie’s hair and she rewards him with a giggle at the scrape of his beard against her cheek. She sounds like sunshine, like a little trickster god that doesn’t ever feel the cold. He smiles and a tiny hand splays across his jaw.

Nerves beat anxiously against his lungs, leaving little plum colored bruises strung across his chest, his heart.

“Yeah,” Ellie answers from below, and her tone is uncomfortable but not hostile, not yet, not with you. The front door squeaks as it swings shut. “I almost brought Dina with me,” she admits with a slightly awkward laugh.

There’s a short silence, the shuffle of fabric. You’re hugging her, he knows you are, cheek pressed to her hair, arm around her shoulders.

“Next time,” you say, voice muffled and laughing bright, “bring Dina. We wouldn’t mind.”

“Ellie,” Evie says, her voice a little gasp. The tiny star of her hand disappears from Joel’s cheek. It leaves a cold spot on his skin. “Daddy,” She cranes in his arms, looking toward her bedroom door like she might catch a glimpse of Ellie if she looked hard enough. Joel presses a hand to her back to keep her in his arms when she tilts a little too far. “Ellie!”

The blanket slips down her shoulders when she bounces in excitement.

“Yep,” he says, readjusting the strawberries over her back. “Ellie’s here. Let’s go see her, baby.”

He carries Evie in his arms down the steps, and they creak the whole way. He keeps his hand protectively against her back and she leans her head against his shoulder, warm and heavy, thumb in her mouth.

The front door is shut but the entryway still feels cold. You and Ellie have relocated to the kitchen, puddles in the shapes of clouds crowded around the mat in front of the door, slush like mountainsides sliding glacially slow away from Ellie’s abandoned boots.

Light, bright and warm, floods the kitchen, spills through the archway he’s almost afraid to step through.

Your favorite album is playing over the stereo. The sound of your voice is low and peppered with love. “I miss having all of you together.” The low pulse of music is undercut by the sound of your knife rising and falling against a cutting board.

Ellie makes a discontent noise.

“I know. Trust me, I do,” you answer her, even though she didn’t say anything. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss it. That I don’t miss you.”

There’s a long silence. The song spins on, one of the slower tracks on the album. “I know,” she sighs eventually. “I know.”

Evie points one hand toward the kitchen but doesn’t lift her head from his shoulder. “Mama?” She murmurs against the collar of his shirt, around the thumb in her mouth.

“Mm. Mama’s waitin’ on us,” he steps into the light, crosses through the dining room, and into the bright x-ray of the kitchen light.

Eva squirms in his arms, wriggly and so strong, when she sees Ellie. Joel goes to one knee to set her feet firmly on the floor. The little pink blanket is left in his hand when she darts out of his grip.

She’s dexterous and wiley, and goddamn fast, for a three year old.

Sarah had been the same.

Ellie catches her on the other side of the kitchen and swings her up into her arms, smiling, poking her in the sides until she laughs and then shrieks.

It’s a violent reminder of the familiarity that his daughters have with each other, without him. There are things he’s not privy to anymore, not even in his own house, with his own family. Eva’s laughs fade into giggles and Ellie sways with her.

Ellie doesn’t look at him, doesn’t say anything at all.

Her face is sharper, the last of childhood roundness lost. She’s taller, thinner. She should eat more, and he’s glad she’s there for dinner. He’s glad she’s there at all. But he doesn't know how to say any of that.

“Howdy,” he settles for, hooking one thumb into his belt.

She looks slowly up, and nods. Her face goes tense as soon as she meets his eyes.

It’s better than looking like she might flee.

Neither of them say anything else and the air goes stiff with unspoken words, with the unresolved, unsaid past.

“Joel,” you touch his arm and smile softly at him when he looks at you. “Would you set the table, please?”

“Sure,” he agrees, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

You lean in and kiss his jaw. “Thank you.”

Setting the table gives him something to do. He goes back into the dining room with a stack of plates and cutlery, placemats rolled neatly on top of the pile. He drapes the strawberries over the back of one of the chairs.

When he unrolls the placemats, he huffs under his breath.

They’re fashioned from spare bolts of cloth, the stitching neat and even. Embroidered around the edges are little bats. Bats with cartoonish looking twin white fangs. You can’t stitch to save your life, so he knows you must have traded for them.

Or, more likely, someone gifted them to you, to Evie. Jackson as a whole adored Evie, adored her odd little quirks.

It grates on him sometimes, because it feels like a claim over his kid; and she’s not theirs, she’s his, she’s yours and Ellie’s.

But it must be some kind of miracle that Evie would grow up with such love from so many people, so he lets it go and lets it be.

Someone had once said to him, of her monster obsession, wait ‘til she sees one of the infected. She’ll probably fall in love.

It had been a joke, one he did not laugh at, one that made you tighten your hand on his forearm. But your teeth had been gritted too, your anger shimmering hot.

If Joel had it his way, Evie would never see one of those damn things. She’d never even need to know they existed.

Teaching Ellie how to navigate the world had been hard enough, had taken a toll he hadn’t expected. Teaching Eva one day would probably be the final nail in his coffin, the thing that made his heart squeeze just a little too tight.

A tiny body collides with his leg as he finishes setting out the bat laden placemats. “C’mere, you,” he lifts his baby into his arms and settles into one of the chairs.

She’s getting too big for him to carry, but he’ll do it as long as he can. The soft smell of her floats up, unlocks memories that still smart. “Look a’ that,” he points to the bats and gets a laugh in return, a little hand squishing the fabric up so she can drag it towards herself.

“Bats,” she says and tips her head back against his shoulder, the crown of her head nestled just below his chin.

The music spins on in the kitchen, accompanied now by the hiss of cooking, the light sound of chatter. You must say something funny, because Ellie suddenly bursts out in a laugh he hasn’t heard in so long it makes his chest clench.

“Mm,” Joel hums and straightens out the mat again. “Just for you, probably. Everybody in town knows how much you like bats.”

Eva just watches him, warm, soft hand landing on his cheek again, as it so often does.

Those big, knowing eyes are watching him. He cups one hand against the side of her head and leans down to kiss her forehead. “You gonna help?”

He sets her back down onto the floor, doles out the forks one at a time so she can bop around the table to each chair and lie it next to the plate. She doesn’t run, holds it just the way he’d told her to as he follows dutifully behind her. Just in case. “My smart girl,” he says when she’s finished with the last one and he’s set out the knives himself. “Gettin’ so big.”

Sometimes, when he looks at her, he sees vestiges of Sarah in her features. He blinks and it's gone and he tries to tell himself that there are no similarities between this girl and that one.

But there are. Of course, there are. They’re sisters, even if they’ll never meet. There are parts of Sarah in Eva, because there are parts of him in each of them, even if he doesn’t like to admit that.

“Daddy?”

“Evie?”

She giggles when he says her name. She’s in his arms again, warm and heavy. He can feel the hummingbird beat of her heart against his.

“Why don’t you like Ellie?” Each word is carefully said, the syllables wobbling around on her tongue. His smart girl, he thinks again. Too smart, too perceptive. Just like Ellie; no secrets, no lies.

She would be four in just a few short months.

Four. It’s not a big enough number; it’s too big of a number. He blinked and his baby was gone.

It’s how it always happens. Blink and they’re gone.

Something heavy drops into Joel’s chest. “I do,” he answers gruffly. Big eyes meet his, patiently waiting for more. The tilt of her brows, the pull of her little mouth, is all you. “I do,” he repeats. He wants to say he loves her, but he doesn’t.

She nods, so serious. “Me too,” she agrees, like she’s glad the matter has been cleared up.

When you all sit down to eat, Evie insists on sitting with Ellie. Joel tells her she doesn’t have to let her, and Ellie sharply says that it’s okay, it’s fine, they do it all the time.

He didn’t know that, so he just nods and says, “Okay.”

Mostly he listens to you and Ellie talk. You volley questions and chatter back and forth so naturally. He keeps quiet, because there’s something thick lodged in the back of his throat, because Ellie probably doesn’t want to hear anything he has to say anyhow, because she won’t want to answer any questions he might have.

Because he feels like he’s already too late.

But you ask a lot of the questions he would have, and Ellie pretends like she doesn’t know what you’re doing and answers them always, and that’s something at least. She talks a lot about patrol and a little about Dina, cheeks going pink when she does. She seems like she’s doing good, without him, and that’s all he can really ask for.

Ellie clears the plates away and laughs, just like he did, at the bats embroidered beneath. You produce something that passes for dessert, preserved strawberries from a jar in the cabinet, cream poured over top.

Evie falls asleep against Ellie and you take her gently into your arms.

And then it’s over, and it feels like no time has passed.

“Joel?” you say when Ellie is pulling on her coat. He looks at you and Ellie does too. “Why don’t you walk Ellie out?” You nod down at the sleeping toddler against your chest. “Please?”

“I don’t need - he doesn’t have to—”

“Joel?” You say over Ellie’s protest.

“‘Course.”

He walks Ellie to the front door, watches her pull on her shoes in record time, and then steps out onto the frostbitten porch with her. “Thanks for coming,” he says softly. “I appreciate it.”

She looks uncomfortable, hands balled inside her jacket. “I didn’t come for you.”

“I know you didn’t.” The yard glows in the dark, bright and spidery white. His breath clouds the air. “And I know you don’t wanna hear it. But I’m, uh, proud of you. Everyone says you’re doin’ real good.”

She looks like she might say something, mouth twisted down, brows pinched together. But she doesn’t. She keeps it inside and only nods.

“It was good,” he says after a moment when she doesn’t immediately bolt down the front steps, watching her from the corner of his eyes.

The tension between them eases just a little. “It was okay, old man,” she says and then seems to realize she slipped just a little. “See you around.”

“Yep,” he answers, but she’s already gone, down the steps, leaving footprints behind in his glittering front yard.

They haven’t talked about anything. But it’s something. It’s a little start.

You’re just leaving Eva’s room when he comes up the stairs. You carefully leave the door cracked, fingers of her night light reaching out into the dark hall.

He doesn’t realize he might be crying until you’re tucking your arms around him and making a gentle shushing sound. “It’s all right,” you whisper, arms curling around his shoulders. “C’mon. She’s still here. She wants to try.”

“I know.” His voice cracks right down the middle and he clears his throat before attempting the words again. “I know.”

“Okay,” you tug at his hair and pull back to look at him. “Let’s go to bed.”

But he's failing again. He's reaching for something he can't quite grasp, can't quite get to stick and stay and keep safe.

His heart beats hard, squeezes tight, like a cold fist has curled sharp nails into each pulse.

Too late, too late, too late, it says.

💞 Thank you for reading! Comments and feedback are so appreciated. 💞

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #clouds fic

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teacupwrites · 2 months

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Angel Dust, Husk, and Alastor with Cannibal! Reader

Angel Dust

After the extermination/battle between hell and heaven, you decided to simply just stay at the hotel, after getting Rosie’s permission

It was nice there anyway, and she didn’t mind your departure so why not?

Everyone there welcomed you with open arms, and you were giddy to have a new home

Angel of course flirted with you the moment you both met, and usually brought in your claws and sharp teeth into said pickup lines

Though after a few threats of eating his fingers, he eased up on it

Angel didn’t fully trust you, sure, he liked you and your presence, but not enough to open up to you

He also wasn’t the most delighted with your diet, and was quite disgusted whenever you chomped down onto some demon legs or ribs

But he tried not to be judgemental, and never made any comments about your food choices

Though his trust changed one day

Angel and Vaggie had an argument, and you were picked to go chase after him

He was being jumped by some random demons, and you watched from afar until one of them brought out a gun

Within a split second, the malicious smiles and laughs were cut off into screams

Angel watched in mixed shock and admiration as you ripped off one of their limbs, and chased them off

Though you weren’t too close to Angel, he was your friend, and you weren’t going to let some assholes hurt him like that

Then, you turned back to Angel with an innocent expression coated in a cherry-red blood

You basically became his bodyguard since then, per Charlie’s request

Angel kept you by his side, other than when he went to work

The two of you had grown close, after he realized you had gone into danger just for him, and he wanted you as far away from Valentino as possible

You were Angel’s best friend, he last thing he was going to let happen was you getting found out by the Moth Overlord

Your his arm candy now, you don’t get a choice

But on a serious note, he cared for you dearly, and kept you close

Angel glowered down at the shark demon who eagerly dug into his pockets, forking out dollar bills with gritted teeth. “Listen here, bitch, I’ll even pay you overtime,” he growled, stuffing the crisp 20s into his gloved hand, whilst the spider rolled his eyes

“I told ya buddy, I ain’t in the mood,” he quipped, propping a hand onto his hip as he quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Now would you fucking leave?”

The shark brought out more money, sneering and spitting onto his boots as he continued to ramble at Angel. Then, he reached into another one of his pockets, bringing out a revolver

But the moment he did so, he froze, and paused, the gun dropping from his shaking hands.

Angel smiled as he heard low snarling from beside him, clawed hands reaching around his waist and gently bringing him closer to the growling cannibal behind him. Your void gaze pinned down the shark demon, who sputtered and quickly snatched his weapon and darted away.

You watched the shark skitter out of sight with a sharp-eyed gaze

Angel exhaled, turning up to you as your furious and vicious expression immediately dropped into a gentle, wide eyed gaze.

Like this lmao-

“Heh, thanks dollface,” he greeted, his frown also turning into a smile.

“Anytime, Angel,”

Husk

When Husk first saw you, he thought you were no good

Alastor had brought you into the hotel to work at the front desk, so Charlie and Vaggie could do other things

You had sold your soul to the charming Radio Demon long ago, and yet Husk had never heard of you before he brought you up to be the receptionist

You were cheery, a bright smile adorning your lips wherever you went, and he despised it

You were too bright and smiley for him at times

Though he was neutral to you, and just gave into your giddiness

And then the extermination came around, and you were all preparing for battle

With the risk of death, you opened up, more truthfully than just sharp-toothed smiles

And then the battle happened

You fought tooth and nail beside your fellow cannibals

Despite the threat of the angelic weapons, you fought well, and killed Angels left and right

But then, an exterminator swooped down, and pinned down Husk, with their spear pointed at his throat

Of course he was horrified, squirming and writhing as he tried to fend off the Angel, but he was vulnerable

Husk was about to accept his death, when you popped up out of goddamn nowhere

Teeth bared, blood stained claws, black eyes blazing

You had seized the angel, grabbing the base of their wings and tearing them from their back, and then sinking your teeth into their neck, killing them off with one final stab to the chest

He was petrified, even after the battle ended

You were cold-faced now, standing by your people with the heart of a lion

But he had a new respect for you

Husk would listen to you whenever you needed it, and you stood up for him as his personal bodyguard

Especially when people would get drunk at his bar and would try to A. sexualize him, B. attack him, or C. demand for more drinks

“Need a drink?” he inquired, continuing to try and clean and wipe blood from his matted and tangled fur.

You shook your head, sitting down at one of the barstools. You both were soaked in red and gold gore, but you were a lot less bothered about it. You were used to it of course, in fact, the golden blood tasted quite sweet on your tongue.

“Hey,” he called quietly, making your black eyes pop open

Husk paused, his gaze shifting as he tried to distract himself, grabbing a well-worn rag and beginning to clean a glass that was already shining

“Are you alright? You’re not injured or anything?”

Considering you were a hellborn cannibal known only for your diet, you were quite surprised to see the grumpy bartender of all people caring for your well-being.

You paused, taking a moment to register his low-octaved words

“I’m good…”

“Thank you, Husk.”

Alastor

Probably one you’d get along with pretty quickly

You were the quiet seamstress of Cannibal Town, sewing, remodeling, and fixing up the old-fashioned clothing that your fellow cannibals adorned

Though there was one customer you always enjoyed to see

Alastor was quite the gentlemen, and a had a soft spot for the hellborn women in Hell

First of all, despite being a murderer himself, he appreciated the purer people, (totally doesn’t get off at seeing them descend into madness)

He came to you every once in a while, and adored your politeness whenever he came to get his coat fixed

During his earlier days, when his hands were much more commonly bloody, he visited you much more often

But when he suddenly disappeared- your shop dimmed and the lively cheer that once graced the insides vanished

When Sir Pentious tore his coat, and he was forced to come to you once more, Alastor wasn’t expecting to come in and have himself seized and violently shaken by you

To say you were pissed was an understatement

You babbled and yelled at the Radio Demon for hours, which took the others by surprise when they came looking for him

Alastor, an Overlord was being sat in a chair as a hellborn cannibal seamstress scolded him like a fretful mother as you fixed up his jacket with quick yet skillful movements

Alastor took it like a champ, and even apologized for keeping you worried for seven years

You forgave him- eventually

Even when not in search of your services, he visited you quite commonly

During earlier morning strolls he’ll buy you some tea or coffee whilst he gossiped about the other Overlords

Sometimes when he visited Rosie he would invite you over

And Rosie was overjoyed of course

The hellborn Overlord was very fair, and even offered you advice when you needed it

While everyone was on good terms with Rosie in cannibal town, you and her were just closer

Alastor also takes you over to the hotel when you so pleased

While the others were disturbed by your diet and the way you ate, they were quite welcoming and were pleased when you offered to help fix their clothes

Not only were you a seamstress, but you also designed clothes

You were ultimately the one who created employee uniforms for other demons after the battle with Adam-

And oh shit- were you enraged at that

You fought alongside your cannibals in the battle, and you witnessed first-hand what happened to Alastor

And you were the one to tend to him

Honestly, you, Niffty, and Rosie were probably the only ones he trusted with stuff like this

Alastor hissed in pain as you carefully worked milk-white bandages around his torso, covering up the bloody wounds along his ribs and chest, bright eyes glaring

“Careful darling, please,” he protested, only for you to narrow your eyes down at him.

“Perhaps if you weren’t so cocky out on the battlefield maybe you’d be more than half-alive,” you quipped, gently completing the wraps and patting his back with a gentle sigh. “I’m lucky you even let me help you.”

The deer demon’s ears pinned to the back of his head, eyes narrowing slightly at your motherly glare

“My dear- I told you I’d be fine,” he protested, quick to stand up and reach for his shirt, though you were quick to pull him back down and plop him into your seat.

“No you wouldn’t have,” you replied, propping your hands on your hips. “Now relax, and let me get Niffty to get you some food.”

…

“Thank you, dear.”

A/N: I apologize, I feel like these were really short, but I hope you enjoy! xox 💋

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deerlottie · 23 days

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🦌 — the sheriff's daughter

summary: you sneak your girlfriend out to the mountains to go hook up. warnings: 18+ MDNI, transmasc!reader, tdick and blowjobs, strap on sex. honestly just my brokeback mountain au...

you stomp your cigarette out as you wait for lottie to meet you outside.

it's a nighty routine at this point - she waits for her father to go to bed then she sneaks out to go have fun with you. you don't know why her father hates you so much. he's always on your ass for dating his daughter. and yeah, maybe you're a delinquent cowboy who's in trouble with the law, and maybe you've sort of roped lottie into it, but is that really enough to hate a guy? i mean, c'mon.

you smile as you spot her sneakily exiting her house, nearly tripping over her boots as she rushes over to you. once she reaches you, she takes a moment to catch her breath while handing you the bag she brought over the fence. "gosh, this motherfucker was weighing me down a ton."

laughing, you kiss her gently and help her hop across the gate, wiping some dirt off her backside. "what did you even bring?" lottie hums, shrugging innocently as you hook the bag around the saddle. "i guess you're just gunna have to find out when we get there, big boy."

snorting at the nickname, you two get onto the horse and ride away, heading towards the mountains. it's your spot now - even before you started officially dating you always took her here to just relax and watch the scenery. it's where you asked her out and had your first time together, and you've even carved your guys' initials in one of the trees there.

once you arrive, you hitch your horse to a tree and take out your bags, deciding where to camp out for the night. lottie picks a place right by the river and you set up camp while she tries to catch some fish for dinner. she was unsuccessful, but you're glad you brought some snacks for the night. "don't be too sad, darlin'. you tried your best."

"i know," she pouts, stuffing her face sadly with some cheeseballs. "but i really wanted to catch something for us."

"there's always tomorrow night." you playfully throw your piece of food at her, which she surprisingly catches in her mouth. you two finish the bag and lay together under the stars, but you can't help but think back to earlier. "what was in that bag, lotts?"

she snorts, rolling on top of you and kissing your cheek. "you really wanna know?" she asks, voice suddenly playful. you nod slowly, looking up at her with a smile. she reaches over by your head, grabbing the bag and placing it on your chest. she opens it and stuffs her hand in, looking at you with a wicked grin before pulling out a purple strap on. "is this what you wanted to see?"

you blush bright red.

"this is why it took you so long to sneak out? because you were busy looking for this?" you chuckle, taking the dildo from her and placing it back in the bag. she gives you a confused look, but you shake your head. "don't worry, darlin', i'll fuck you with it. you just gotta earn it first." you say, placing her hands on your belt buckle.

she gets the idea and rushes to take it off, which makes you giggle. lottie licks her lips at the tent in your boxers and places a kiss on your covered tdick, making you sigh softly. after taking your underwear off, she heads straight for your thighs, biting them until there's visible purple and red marks left. "shit, lottie, stop teasin' me."

you grab her head and put it near your dick, groaning when she finally wraps her mouth around it and starts sucking. one of her hands unbuttons your flannel, caressing your stomach before tugging on your happy trail. you wince, lifting your hips up and making her gag slightly on your tdick, and the noise she lets out is heavenly.

after a few minutes of her blowing you, you gently pry her from your center, telling her to put the strap on you. her pupils are blown wide, and she looks so pretty with your juices covering her chin as her shaky hands tighten the belt around you. she kisses the purple tip slightly before getting on your lap again, reaching around and teasing the head against her folds.

she sinks down, letting out a whine as she does so. once you're fully inside of her, you smack and grip her ass. "c'mon, cowgirl. ride me good." you whisper and she moans, gulping hard in anticipation.

lottie's hands settle on your shoulders as she starts grinding on your strap, sighing quietly as you reach for her tits and squeeze. you prop your legs up to pound into her and her hands hold onto your knees tightly, bouncing up and down on your cock. you glance down and groan at the sight of her wetness stringing at the base of the strap every time she bounces up, collecting it with your finger as you rub it around her clit.

"mh, fuck," she whimpers, her hips stuttering as you mess with her clit. her body feels like it's on fire as you wrap your arms around her back and hug her close, giving it your all as you ram into her pussy. she falls limp against your body, mouth wide open and letting out silent whines as you continuously hit her sweet spots. "you're gunna make me cum soon, darling."

her hot breath against your ear has you biting your lip, letting out broken moans as you claw at her back while trying to make her cum. you're close yourself, and the wet, open-mouthed kisses she's leaving on your neck and shoulder make your brain feel heavy, your thrusts getting sloppier by the second. "cum with me, lottie, please." you beg, mumbling out nonsense as you feel your orgasm approaching.

one last hard thrust sends you both reeling, moaning each other's names out as you both cum. she twitches against you as she comes down from her high, sighing heavily into your shoulder. she goes to get up, but you hold her hips down, smiling up at her.

"nooo," you whine childishly, bringing her in for a forehead kiss. "i wanna stay like this for a while." lottie chuckles and hums, resting against your chest. she draws meaningless patterns, making your eyes flutter in response. "i can hear how hard your heart is beating." she points out, her fangs poking out as she smiles up at you.

"it's because i love you so much."

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filmbyjy · 4 months

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COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?��

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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murciafire · 7 months

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My Jacket, My Girl

Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | You and Jason had been friends for the longest time, and today you had to ask him for a favor. Who can resist saying no when you bring scones?

Warnings | If you squint smut is implied

Words | ~2.5k

Notes | this is my very first fanfic so dfgfdgfd pls forgive me if it’s not good. This has been running rampage in my brain and I really needed to get it out. Jason Todd has been living in my head rent free and it’s time he pays up.

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Sirens cried to a crescendo, faltering until it fused with the unrelenting sounds of traffic; it was a rhythm, a song that struck itself against the window, barely muffled by the thin glass that already struggled to keep the Gotham chill out. The sound did not die, not entirely, in its slow diminuendo through the pane, but enough that it became a murmur, like the soft pattering of the rain that became insistent through the evening. It seeped through the kitchen window, entering the small apartment, the sound as steady as Jason’s hands as he prepped dinner for himself.

It was a slow night, one that he favored but had yet to admit that to anyone, where life trickled by as slow as the rain drops sliding down the pane. It was odd, he supposed, that this sense of solitary in his kitchen brought a sort of consolation, a normalcy despite what he did every night. And he knew that despite the solace he found, there would always be something to pull him back to what he was. And his knuckles were a testimony to that, bruised and swelling, marked like a lover had kissed his skin with lips stained red.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. He did not have to think that; it was ridiculous and he knew it, because damn him for thinking exactly who’s lips he wanted to touch his skin. He clenched his jaw, about to busy himself with another vegetable when he heard the front door unlock.

He didn’t tense, not when he knew that there was only one other person who had a copy of his key. He had just placed the knife he was holding next to the cutting board when y/n walked in, her hair damp and cheeks flushed from the frigid weather and rain. His eyes flicked over her, barely noticing the pastry box she carried, too preoccupied with what she wore—and some part of him, he felt, died with how this woman was killing him.

Dressed in a jean skirt that barely covered her thighs—which he was still debating whether he should tear his eyes away from—and a black fitting top, there was nothing left for him to imagine. Well, there were lots of things that he could imagine, but what caught him off guard was that she was wearing his leather jacket. It hung on her loosely, in a way he knew she found comfortable, the bottom of it just brushing her legs where her skirt stopped. His breath hitched and he looked down at the counter, steadying himself.

“It’s cold out,” she said, taking off her ankle boots in the hallway, walking into the kitchen towards where he stood. She plopped the pastry box on the counter, then flicked her eyes to him.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers. His voice was low, hoarse as he tried to keep the hunger out of his voice.

“No, I was in the area and thought I’d dop by to give you some pastries,” she said, her voice a little too sweet for him not to notice. He narrowed his eyes, picking up on her tone. She wanted something and he knew it. He’s known her for so long that she was a book that he read with ease, one that he wanted to split open and dive into its pages.

“You just decided to come by? Just for that? Just because you wanted to give me pastries and spend time together?” he asked sarcastically, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the counter to look at her.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like her in his jacket, the way it sat on her, the way it made her look like she was his.

“What? Am I not allowed to see my best friend?” she retorted, crossing her arms, mirroring him. Jason grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Of course, you can see me, but it’s a little strange to bring pastries with you to spend time with your best friend, don’t you think?” he said back, his tone dry as he raised an eyebrow. “There’s something you’re not telling me. You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”

There was no way, he thought, that this was a chance meeting. It certainly didn’t have to do with baked goods, not with her legs on display and her in his jacket.

“Fine, if you’re being so picky about this, then maybe you don’t deserve the pastries,” she huffed, annoyed. She walked around him to where she placed the box, pulling it towards her.

“You’re right. I don’t deserve them,” Jason smirked, turning around to face her, reaching his hand out to where the box was. “Because it isn’t about the pastries. And you know it.”

His fingers inched closer to the pastry box, keeping his eyes trained on her. His lips were slightly parted, curving into a ghost of a smile. She looked so good in his jacket.

“That’s too bad,” she said, pulling the box closer to her and out of Jason’s reach, “because I got your favourite scones.”

“You did not pick up scones,” he growled, trying to grab the box from her hands as he looked into her eyes. He tried to not lose himself in them, as he usually did. Maybe it was the way they could change from cold and distant to burning with passion in an instant. She was a mystery he wanted to figure out, a religion he found in the crevices of her body. He stepped closer to her, the smell of rain, flora, and him radiating off her and pulling him in.

“I know you too well, y/n. You don’t do these things because you feel like it. You’re here because you want something,” he said, his words barely above a whisper.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in determination, and he bit back a smile at how cute she looked.

“I did get scones,” she muttered out stubbornly, “and I can’t believe you think I want something.”

“You took my jacket!” he said, his voice laced with frustration as it raised slightly. “There is absolutely something you’re trying to get at!”

“Your jacket is under shared custody. It’s not my fault this leather jacket looks so good. Maybe you shouldn’t have left me looking in your closet. It’s free thrifting,” she shot back.

“You knew it was mine!” he grounded out. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t entirely upset. Not at all, not when he left that jacket in the closet knowing she would look in there. He had wanted her to try it on, and here they were because of it.

“And now it’s mine,” she said coolly, crossing her arms.

“You don’t just get to walk into my apartment and take my jacket for yourself,” he said frustrated. His eyes flicked to her hips, where her shirt showed the barest sliver of her stomach, then back up, staring her down with agitation.

“I’m pretty sure at this point what’s yours is mine,” she noted, fighting back a smile. Jason licked his lips, eyes bright as he stared at her. There was no denying how badly he wanted to tear that jacket off her at that very moment.

“Do you hear yourself, y/n? You’re stealing from me,” he rasped.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Jay. How is this any different from taking your hoodies?”

She stepped back, twirling around to show him her outfit. “Doesn’t it look good?”

Jason stayed quiet as he watched her, taking in every inch of skin and curves. She looked incredible in his jacket, which only made him want it more and more.

“It does look good,” he said slowly. “But that doesn't mean it stays on you.”

“I’ll give it back tomorrow,” she promised.

“No, you’ll give it back now,” he said, his gaze meeting hers. He knew deep down he didn’t need that jacket. He needed her—to put his hands on her and take it back. He wanted to rip it off and touch every part of her that he could.

“It’s my jacket,” he added.

“Not for this evening,” she said back. “I need it.”

“You need to give it back,” he said, voice tinged with frustration. His hand flexed as he thought about dragging her into his room, and taking it off right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Why don’t you calm down? Have a scone?” she suggested, looking at the agitation creeping into his features.

“I don’t want a scone,” he bit out. “I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you’re really here. You didn’t just stop by just to give me scones.”

“I wanted to visit my best friend,” she excused again, averting his gaze.

“And why did you want to visit your best friend?” he mused, narrowing his eyes, pushing for the truth. She never had to have an invitation to come over, especially not that sore of an excuse of scones of all things.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Because I may or may not need a favor,” she relented reluctantly.

Jason paused, mulling over what she said. He knew she wanted something, and there were only so many favours she could be asking for what required her wearing his jacket and showing off her legs.

“Oh?” he asked casually. “And what might that favor be?”

“I want you to take my virginity,” she said bluntly.

Jason’s lips parted, his jaw dropping slightly as he looked at her. “You did not just say that.”

He watched her expression, looking for any tells that that she was joking. And if she wasn’t, she was being way too casual about it. Jason was already half-tempted to give in, despite knowing it was a terrible idea.

“Do you want me to say it again?” she asked sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said flatly. “Say it again and say it slowly.”

“I want you to take my virginity,” she said again, exaggerating the speed in which she said it. She said it out of annoyance, but Jason could tell she was nervous with the way she played with the rings on her fingers out of habit.

Jason’s gaze flicked down to her legs, considering the idea—strongly.

“Is this what this entire visit is about?” he asked, voice suddenly quieter. He wanted her, always had. He wanted this—needed this. There was not a single part of him that didn’t, but deep down, there was a part of him saying that he shouldn’t.

“Well, I mean, yes,” she said, stumbling over her words. “Hence me trying to persuade you with scones.”

“You’re telling me the only reason you brought me baked goods was to see if I would sleep with you?” he asked in disbelief. “So, what? It’s my reward? My prize?”

He was trying to tease her, but there was an air of seriousness to him now. He wanted this.

“I thought it was an equal price to pay,” she quipped back.

“I feel like the scales are a little tipped, sweetheart,” he remarked. He stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of her, trapping her against the counter. “What more could you possibly want? What more could you possibly ask of me? If this is how much you wanted to try and tempt a man, I can’t imagine what else you’d want from this . . .”

“If you don’t want the scones, I can get something different,” she uttered out, face flushing at the sudden proximity.

“I’m not here for the pastries,” he said, his voice low and soft as he dipped his head into the crook of her neck. “And you know it.”

Her breath hitched and he looked back up, her eyes searching his before dropping to his lips. “So, do we have a deal?”

“We do,” he said, his voice gravelly as he watched her with intensity, his hands inching closer to her hips, sliding across the counter to pin her there more.

“Good,” she breathed.

Jason’s gaze darkened as he looked back at her face. “My room. Now.”

He wasn’t asking, he was commanding, already walking into his room knowing that y/n was obediently following behind. She had barely stepped in before Jason was on her, pressing her up against the wall, kissing her with the fervor of a man who only lived to love one woman.

She kissed him back, her hands in his hair softly tugging, and he groaned. She tasted better than he thought, and as he continued to kiss her, he held back a grin. She had also tasted very faintly of the raspberry scones she had brought. She had eaten one—what a traitor, and so very much like her to do so. And that is what he loved about her, the little things she did. He didn’t care if she had eaten one, she could’ve eaten all of them, if he knew what they were going to do tonight. She swiped her tongue along his bottom lip and he moaned, opening his mouth without hesitation. She could have him, all of him. He wanted her to.

And God, he felt like he was going to drop to his knees and start muttering her name like a prayer, begging her if he didn’t feel her skin. He let his head fall, kissing her neck, making her elicit moans that if he could, he’d bottle them up and listen to—other than her laugh of course, another sound he often bottled up in head and got drunk off later. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs rubbing soft circles.

“Are you sure you want me to take you?” he rasped out, pulling back.

“If you don’t mind,” she smirked. Smart-ass. “Unless you’re already backing out from our deal?”

He smirked back. “Hell no.”

“Then take me,” she challenged, her eyes burning, and pupils blown wide.

He groaned, his hand wrapping around her throat, her eyes fluttering closed. “Is that all you’re good for?” he asked, his voice low, just above a whisper. “For me to take? To use?”

Her back arched at his words, a moan slipping past her lips, cheeks flushing. Jason’s eyes narrowed, watching her expression. “That was hot,” he remarked, his other hand slipping up her thigh teasingly.

He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue as he pulled off her—his jacket. “You should’ve never worn my jacket,” he whispered, his face against her neck just below her ear where he kissed the skin there lightly. “You asked for this.”

He lifted his head up from the crook of her neck, looking into her eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do. Use your words, love.”

Y/n could feel her neck flush, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. “Making me talk? Thought you liked me better when I shut up.”

“I like it better when you beg,” he smirked.

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small-sinclair · 4 months

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Little Lady

Young!Rusty Nail x college fem!reader

Rusty is the same age as reader (think 20-25).

I'll write a part 3 and that's going to be smutty/fluffy. Not profread!

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Part 2 to Little Lady

He drove the through your college a couple times, and every time he saw you.

You would smile, wave, and he would pull over and hop out the cab to see you if he had time or if he didn’t have blood on his hands. Rusty would smile brightly and put out his cigarette so you didn’t smell like it. Someone as beautiful and young like you shouldn’t smell like smoke and dried blood. Mostly, he just liked seeing you, his little lady, and hearing how school was.

At first, he didn’t care about your schooling and your dreams, but he had a change of heart when you showed off your fashion designs in your sketch book one day. And the way you lit up about you passing a hard test? He want to bottle it up and put it in his pocket. Everything from your laughter to your smile made him want you more. But it was the way you said his name when you saw him and he slowed down; so nice and light… Rusty would run every red light to hear you whisper his name. Even on those cold and lonely nights, he hears your voice and sees your eyes in the stars.

When he looks down at the reflection of his victim’s blood, he could see you by his side with your eyes closed.

And you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the young truck driver. He was always so nice to you, and he would bring you sweet treats from a place he’s been or a sweatshirt. His hands were rough and callous already for being in his young twenties, but you couldn’t help but ache to hold his hand. Whatever was in the glimmer of his eyes and light in his voice, you almost felt at home with him.

When he came to town and drove on the main road pass your class, he came in a different truck. A faded, one-seated, red pickup truck with rust around the rims. The back window had a large crack from the passenger side to the center, and there was a bumper sized dent on the tailgate on the driver side. He was parked on the side of the road as you came out of the building, snow gathering to the side of the walkway.

He was leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoke curled around his head like a broken halo as he blew up into the air. When his eyes landed on you, he quickly put the cigarette out with his boot and straightened himself up as if he was about to meet a queen.

“Afternoon, little lady,” he greeted with a big smile. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. “It’s a bit late, ya know? With winter and all, sun goes down.”

You hugged your coat closer and your backpack, that hung from your hip with a star key chain he gave you, came tighter. “There’s supposed to be a winter storm tonight, too,” you hummed. You looked at him up and down. “Where’s your truck?”

He gave a soft grin and chuckled. “Got the next two weeks off, doll.” He looked down the road then back at you. “Decided to visit you for the weekend if that’s okay?”

He earned a little laugh from you as you stepped closer to him. “I don’t mind, Rusty. Besides, I feel better seeing you now; it wasn’t the best day.”

He lifted a brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just want to go home, really,” you answered, a tried smile forming on your lips. “I’m tired, Rusty.”

Your defeated voice my his heart ache for a moment. He licked his lips quickly then asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?”

You thought for a moment. How well did you really know him? Sure, he would stop sometimes, pull over, and have you hop in for a drive or to take you to the diner off campus if it was really late. You yeah, he would hang out with you, talk to you, let you sleep on his should when you got sleepy, and listen to your week like you would for him. But he never really told you much about his life. He knows about your family and your golf fish, Larry, but you don’t even know if he has a house or a shed!

You didn’t know if you should let him take you home, but it is getting darker and colder…

You came from your thoughts when a sudden blast of cold wind hits your back. Before you could even bundle up, Rusty took you in his arms and hid your face in his chest as the wind picked up. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as snow hit his body, and he shivered as it went down his shirt. He remembered what his aching arms are for when he shields your from the blast of snow and wind as he tucked your head under his chin. He was cold, yes; but he felt your warmth and smelt your sweet cherry scent in the cold air. You are worth getting cold for.

When the wind died down for a moment, he already made his mind up. “I’m taking you home,” he says in the fabric of your winter hat. “It’s too damn cold for ya ta’walk.” Without you protesting or even thinking about having a say, he pushes you to his truck and got you in.

You slid from the driver side to the passenger side easily as he followed in. He started the engine and turned the heater up. He leaned back in his seat then glanced at you. The light snow in his hair and on his eye lashes made him look like a wolf hunting in the winter. If that’s the case, then you might as well be the rabbit.

As the heat circled the truck, he buckled up, looked both ways, and pulled out into the road. “Wanna get food first before I drop you off?”

You buckled yourself up at the stoplight. “I have food in the slow cooker,” you glanced at him then at the snow coming down. “Bet you hadn’t had a good home meal in a while, huh?”

Rusty’s thumb taped on the wheel in thought. “It’s been a while, yeah,” the truck moved forward, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“It’ll be nice not to eat by myself tonight,” you answered. “Besides, I have beef and noodles cooking. Larry can’t have that.”

“Gotta keep that fish happy,” he answered. “But if we fed him gold fish crackers…”

“Cannibalism.”

He snorted out a laugh. “It’s crackers!”

“In the shape of a fish, Rusty!” You protested, giving him an offended look before laughing to yourself.

The snow flakes were starting to fall fast and grew bigger. Rusty glances at you then the road. His smile was warm and serene. “Whatever you say, doll.”

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After a missed turn and a quick stop for gas and soda, he parked in front of your apartment. it wasn't too big, only being three stories tall, but it wasn't too small, either. It was close to campus, but it was still far from your college class rooms.

"I live in the basement," you said, pointed at a window that was ground level. "It's a studio, so it's small."

Rusty shrugged as he closed the car door. "Big enough for two people, right?"

"Big enough for two people plus a fish," you answered. "I live on the quiet side of college. Nothing happens around here besides hearing the train at night."

Rusty closed the door tight and followed you down the five steps to the basement. Across from your apartment was the laundry room; no neighbors to say hello or to bother you. As much as Rusty was glad that he got you all to himself, he didn't like that you were alone when you came back from a long day. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember you telling him about your friends. He only knew that your family was three hours away and hardly visit.

When you opened the door to your apartment, he could help but marvel at your room. You apartment was lit by soft yellow and white Christmas tree lights, giving it a warm feeling, and it was clean. You had a couch with pillows, a little coffee table, and a bookshelf in a corner by the kitchen. To the left, your bed was neatly made with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and his sweatshirt you stole laid with your p.j. pants. There was a desk with a photo of your family, and Larry's fish bowl was on the dresser. He had a little castle and a dragon skull in the tank and Larry was a fat fish that swam peacefully and carelessly around. When he looked up, he saw printed pictures of you and him taped to the wall, but one photo of him by his truck was in a little circle frame that said "Bless the 18 Wheeler" at the bottom. When he looked closer, he could make out faded lips on his face; your lips.

He looked back at you as you entered the kitchen and pulled down some bowls and cups. "You didn't have to put me in a frame, y/n."

"I know," you answered as you fixed him a bowl of noodles from your slow cooker. "But I did. You're the first person I see in the morning." You exited the kitchen and placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I think you look cute in that photo, too."

"Cute?" He asked. "I ain't cute."

You rolled your eyes as you patted the seat next to you on the couch for him to join you. "I know, I know. You're a big, strong, tough truck driver."

He hung his jacket on the back of your computer chair then sat next to you. His dark brown plaid he normally wears was warn and still dirty. Rusty took the bowl and started eating. "Don't you forget it," he said with a mouthful of noodles. His eyes rolled back at the taste and he started wolfing down his meal. It's been so long since Rusty had a good meal like this. He's so used to gas station food and microwaved food that he forgot was a home meal tasted like. Best of all, it was made by your hands and love.

You ate with him and felt happy. You and Larry weren't alone tonight during the snow storm. Some was with you to keep you warm for the weekend.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked as you brought him another bowl.

He looked out the window at the big snowflakes and watched how fast they were falling. "You sure? I don't wanna intrude."

"I don't mind. Besides," you nodded at his truck. "You're already snowed in, the motels are probly full with other travelers, and the roads were already covered in black ice when you came down," swallowed a spoonful of noodles. "I feel safer with you here than driving in this weather. I have plenty of blankets and pillows for you to use, too."

Rusty acted like he was thinking, but he already had his mind made up. he was going to stay no matter if you said no or didn't ask. He was going to have you for himself tonight even if you like it or not. This is what he was looking forward to ever since he laid eyes on you, but why did he feel disgusted with himself when he looked at your sweet smile? Why did he feel sick when his lustful desires took over and his mind raced with images of you pinned to the bed, begging him to stop fucking you so rough? His stomach turned when his own actions and sinful wishes took over; he couldn't do that to you. He realizes that now. All he want so do is hold his little lady tonight and keep her warm through the winter storm.

"Alright," he said in a low voice. "I'll stay with you, little lady."

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sweetsweetjellybean · 1 year

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If Tomorrow Never Comes | Part 1 | Empty Streets

Summary: Trapped in the Upside Down, Steve is prepared to die alone until he finds you hurt and in need of help. Doing your best to survive while the world catches fire, is there time for one more chapter in your story?

Inspired by As The World Burns

Special thanks to @myeuphoricmindset for her permission and encouragement. Please go check out her amazing fic.

TW: FemReader, Eventual Smut, Mentions of self-harm & death. No Minors 18+ Series Masterlist WC: 5807

Steve watches the tears run down the flushed swell of Nancy’s cheeks, her delicate fingers pressed to her lips. A sorrowful smile stretches his mouth, his soft hazel eyes meeting her sky blue. The last blue. The gaping maw of the rift stitching closed for good. Forever. With Steve on one side and the rest of them safe on the other.

It was finally over and they had won. He decided long ago he couldn’t live if he lost one of them. So, in a split second decision, he gave his life to save them all. It had to be him. No complaints.

The last glimpse of blue shrinks into a sliver of bright light resembling the waning moon, disappearing until darkness and the red glow of death are all that’s left. He places his hand on the seam of the solid black rock, bowing his head, whispering his last goodbye.

He walks alone through the familiar decaying streets. The buildings crack and groan, pieces breaking off, turning to sand before they hit the ground. With Vecna dead, the Hawkins he created will be swallowed by the desert and the electrical storms until the world collapses in on itself and explodes in something akin to a supernova.

He knew all this when he called for El to close the gate. When he pushed a resisting Dustin through into Robin’s arms. In the end, Nancy, the kids, they were all that mattered. He had to die to become the man they deserved.

The man he always wanted to be.

The ending of his story has been written–there's no more guessing before turning the page. Loneliness wraps its icy fingers around his shoulder, bringing the comfort of an old friend. He feels lighter now that he's shed the ties and obligations to those he loves. He's free to choose his own death and not without options. Armed and still carrying the backpack stuffed with preparations to survive the last battle, he can walk to Forest Hill, put a bullet in his brain, and fall next to his friend, forever sharing his grave, but he's not there yet. He'd rather go out fighting, and the monsters filling this place will be eager to accommodate.

The wind picks up, blowing the golden-brown strands away from his face as he watches red bolts of lighting scorch through the thick omnipresent fog blanketing the sky to strike the clock tower of the public library. The building stands tall and imposing, still intact in this realm, rotting and covered with ropey vines. A storm is coming. He’ll need shelter soon. Maybe the white and brick house on Maple street. He could crawl into her bed and close his eyes, pretending as he drifts off the sleep that it was a night he snuck through her window. With any luck, he’d never wake up. The ground trembles with the deafening booms of thunder, but as he walks away, it’s a quieter sound that catches his ears.

“Help me, please.”

“Careful,” Steve warns, steadying you with an arm around your waist before taking the binoculars out of your hands, letting them hang by the strap around your neck, “Stop walking if you’re going to use those or you’re going to end up catching your boot in a crack.” He motions to the gaps in the dry limestone bed of lovers lake.

“Where were you two weeks ago?” You ask with a wry smile, yanking down the handkerchief that covers your nose and mouth. “Maybe I’m too clumsy to be a geologist?”

“It’s okay to laugh, Steve,” you tell him when his tight-lipped expression doesn’t waver.

Fourteen days ago, he pulled you from a pile of debris through the raging winds into the windowless back room of a flower shop, where he helped you clear the sand from your eyes and stitched the gash in your leg. He sat on the floor across from you, back pressed against the mildewing floral wallpaper, the sweet putrid perfume of decaying carnations filling your nose with the scent reminiscent of a funeral while he explained where you were and why you wouldn’t be leaving.

As an undergrad from Perdue sent to study the rift, you had been harnessed, hanging just inside the opening of the gate, taking samples when the earth quaked and your tether snapped. If it weren’t for Steve, you wouldn’t have survived the night and he’s protected you since. Taking out stray dogs and a few bats while scavenging for food and supplies. He assures you there are other things out there. Worse things. You’ve heard their screeches and howls between the thunder claps late into the frigid nights while you lay pressed against his warm back—safe.

He’s the hero from the storybooks that you read as a little girl, trading the armor for a leather jacket and flak vest, but still just as tragic. A ghost moving through a fog. His sorrow blends him into the landscape, keeping you at arm’s length. If you had met before all of this. Bumped into him on the street or at a coffee shop, you still would have known that he was someone you could trust.

He casts a skeptical eye your way but you don’t miss how the corner of his mouth rises just a little. “I don’t like being out in the open like this.” His nose scrunches as his eyes roam the rolling gray clouds that keep the Upside Down in perpetual gloaming.

“We need to find water. I can’t keep brushing my teeth with flat Sprite.”

Gallons of sour milk and fermented juice fill the coolers at Bradley’s Big Buy, but the plastic containers of water all sit empty just like every river, well, and stream in this version of Hawkins.

“How many more days are we going to waste on this?” He stands just behind you while you scan the lake bed, so close you feel the warmth of his breath in your hair.

“You have somewhere else to be?”

Entire sections of town have disappeared. Neighborhoods and buildings are falling into unstable fissures and there are fires burning in the east. It won’t be long now but you need this and so does he. Something to focus on.

“Everything in this place is damp. There are constant storms–”

“But no rain,” he counters.

“That we’ve seen. There are plants. There are animals. There’s water. Does it look like the land slopes downward over there?”You point to a spot where the trees are denser and closer to the lake bed.

“I guess.” He squints in the direction of your finger until you hand him the binoculars that are still around your neck. He stoops and leans in close, pressing the glass to his eyes. “Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Then that’s where we need to go.” Taking back the glasses, you set out navigating the dry, cracked terrain. Picking your way through the vines and rocks.

As you walk along, Steve’s eyes stay fixed on a rowboat draped in the coiled, spiked tendrils. He swallows hard, face paling. The pained, haunted look marring his features has the dull ache of sympathy sitting in your stomach like a heavy stone.

“Steve,” your voice stays gentle as your fingers slide against the rough skin of his palm, wrapping around his fingers. He flinches and jerks his hand away.

“Sorry,” he says, like he’s suddenly realized you’re there.

“Are you okay?”

“Fi-“ he clears his throat, “Fine.” He continues ahead of you, walking toward the woods.

"No. No way."

The short, wide, yawning mouth of the cave was tucked at the bend of a steep hill covered by browned moss and woody stalks of dead brush.

"Steve–"

"We're not going in. No shot. It could be full of bats. Without another exit we could get pinned down."

“Then you can wait here,” you say, ducking under the cave's entrance.

After a click, the beam of your flashlight cuts through the darkness and bounces off the glittering limestone that drips down the walls of the narrow passage like candle wax. The darkness presses in, your panting breaths echo as your courage starts to flee until you hear an annoyed “Goddammit” and the heavy fall of Steve’s boots as he comes in behind you.

His eyes follow the beam of his light scanning the cave's high ceiling that’s crowded with sharp tipped stalactites before he wretches them to you, his expression turning wary. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’m not worried.” Your hand wraps around his forearm sliding down the worn leather sleeve, stopping short of taking his hand, you give his wrist a light squeeze before releasing him.

“Are you always this tenacious?”

“Always.” You cautiously start down the tunnel, watching for loose rocks and small formations, “It’s a character flaw. I’m an eternal optimist. Everything happens the way it’s supposed to.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, looking away to study the walls.

After a curve, the passage widens and the rushing of water amplifies, up ahead a faint azure glow highlights a keyhole opening. Steve hands you his flashlight and reaches back grabbing the axe attached to the back of his pack. His hands adjust his grip on the handle as he holds it at the ready. With a silent tilt of his head, he motions you behind him as he pauses at the mouth of the chamber. Keeping the flashlights pointed low, you light his path.

“It’s a ledge. A big step down.” He calculates his movement before hopping down. He moves the axe to one hand reaching out for you with the other. Clicking off one of the flashlights you shove it in your jacket pocket before taking his hand, you try to gauge the distance like he had but your foot slips at the last moment. The clang of the axe hitting the stone floor reverberates through the cave when he drops it to catch you.

“Maybe you are too clumsy,” he comments, both hands gripping your hips. Your hands slide from around his neck to his shoulders, staying pressed against him longer than necessary, your eyes locked with his - the gold flecks a contrast in the soft blue light. The spell breaks and he steps back, bending to retrieve his weapon.

“It’s…beautiful.”

You’ve stepped into a glittering cavern. Luminescent turquoise orbs with trailing silky threads cling to the jagged domed ceiling high above a steaming basin of crystal clear water. The underground world's best impression of the starry night sky. This might be as close as you get to seeing it again.

“I’m impressed,” his axe hangs at his side with one hand on his hip, “You were right.”

His praise has you beaming as you move to the craggy edge of the basin and shrug off your pack.

“Make it fast,” he peers through the steam into the water, “I don’t wanna be around when whatever lives here comes home.”

“I don’t think anything does.” Dropping to your knees, you unzip your pack pulling out the supplies you’ll need and lining them up, “There are no tracks or vines or anything. There aren’t even any spores floating in the air. Didn’t you say they don’t like the heat?”

A fine layer of steam swirls just above the surface of the water, dampening your skin and curling the fine hair at your temples when you reach over the rim to collect a water sample. Carefully, you pour a little into the four test tubes and place them in a rack adding a test strip to each one.

“What about those things?” His finger extends to the neon lights above.

“If we were at home, I’d say glow worms.” You grip the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head and placing it on your pack.

“Whatever they are, they don’t seem too bothered by us,” he muses, “What are you doing now?” He steps closer, peering over your shoulder as you lower the rope with your geological thermometer attached at the end into the water.

“Measuring the depth and taking the temperature.” The water reflects the lights making it seem lit from below. It’s so clear you can see the metal tube of the thermometer hit the sandy bottom. Handing him the end of the rope you move back to your test tubes. Pulling out the strips, using your flashlight to compare them to the control printed in the kit.

"It's safe to drink." A wave of relief washes over you. Clean water greatly increases your chances of survival.

"Really? You're sure?" The surprise in his voice is clear. He didn't expect to get this far.

"I mean..yeah," you sit back on your feet, rubbing your palms over the denim covering your thighs, "We can add some iodine to be sure, but tonight we'll have drinkable water."

Hand over hand, he pulls the line out from the water. He lets the shiny metal tube dangle for a moment. The water runs down edges dripping back into the basin before he gives it to you to interpret.

"About four feet deep with a temp of 100 degrees. Perfect." Winding the wet string around the thermometer, you place it back in your kit and repack the rest of your supplies, leaving out your empty canteen.

"Perfect for what?" His brows draw in at the middle as he watches you loosen the laces of your boots.

"What do you think?" You pull off one boot and then the other, removing your stripey socks and then stuffing them inside.

"You're not getting in there," he scoffs, hands moving to his hips.

"Steve," you sigh, standing and unbuttoning your pants and lowering the zipper, "I'm absolutely going in there." The denim material is heavy and damp from the humidity, sticking to your skin as you peel the jeans down your legs trying your best to not let them drag on the dirt covering the cavern's floor. "It’s been two weeks since I've showered. I stink and so do you."

"This is stupid." His head shakes and he looks upwards, eyes roaming the jagged rock walls as you slip your shirt over your head.

"It's a necessity. Besides, hot springs are supposed to be really good for you." Your fingers work the clasp of your bra and it slips down your arms. His gaze returns as you drop the lacey garment onto the growing pile of your clothing. Now you have his full attention. Even in the dim light, it's clear his eyes darken.

Ignoring the way your heart beats wildly, your thumbs hook under the silk of your panties and they slide down your hips, "There's not much point in being shy."

With false bravado you face him naked and vulnerable, letting his eyes drink you in, "We have to take care of each other, right?"

The torrent of water is louder in the absence of his answer as it cascades through an opening in the wall feeding the basin. Holding his stare, you walk along the water's edge until you find a spot where the limestone dips and becomes smoother creating a natural point of entry.

"Be careful." He moves closer watching you step in.

A moan slips from your lips as you sink down letting the heat loosen the tension in your muscles, enjoying the slight sting while your skin acclimates to the temperature. Pinching your nose with your thumb and forefinger, you dip your head below the surface into the quiet depths.

He's crouching at the basin's rim letting his fingers trail through the water when you emerge, slicking back your hair, wiping away the drips clinging to your eyelashes. His lips part and you know what he's seeing, the astral light reflecting in the rivulets running down your throat, over your breasts joining the sheen covering your skin.

"Are you coming in?"

He pulls his hand from the water, fingers flicking away the wetness and you can practically see the gears turning in his head while deciding if it’s okay to allow himself this simple pleasure.

“It’s safe, Steve. You can live a little,” you say with your sweetest smile, bending your knees so you're submerged up to your neck, watching the cracks in his resolve widen.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” He asks with a heavy sigh, unsheathing the knife that he carries on his belt and placing it on a smooth rock at the edge of the pool.

“I’m the one who has to smell you.” Taking a few steps backward to where the basin deepens enough that you can tread water without being over your head.

His Baretta joins his knife before his fingers loosen the laces of his boots. He stands shrugging off his heavy jacket and vest letting them hit the ground with a thwack that echoes through the cave before pulling his dark gray thermal over his head adding it to the pile. Your arms glide beneath the water while your eyes travel the path from the dips in his collar bone over the expanse of his broad chest that tapers into narrow hips.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat as he works his belt loose and you don’t feel the slightest bit of shame that he's caught you ogling. The way the corner of his mouth lifts tells you he doesn’t mind either.

“You wanna turn around?” He asks, thumbs popping the button on his cargo pants before he moves on to the zipper.

“Nope. I’m good.”

His eyes roll before he lowers his pants and boxers, holding them in front of himself until he catches your gaze and tosses them aside. Your lips part as you suck in a much needed breath. His half aroused cock stands out from his body. Long and thick, the pink veiny shaft and perfectly shaped head bobs, swelling further under your scrutiny. He walks toward the shallow end, and you catch the full smirk twisting his lips.

“Now you can smile.” You splash him as he steps into the water shrugging, his grin continuing to broaden.

His eyes flutter closed as more of his body disappears into the steaming pool, gentle waves lapping at his torso, then shoulders, then neck. A low grown rumbles from his throat just before his head slips under completely. He resurfaces in front of you, muscles of his arms tightening as he pushes the hair from his face.

"Fuuck," his mouth remains parted as he draws out the vowel, a water drop clinging to his plush bottom lip, "This feels good."

It's hard to take your eyes off him in this light. Heat floods your belly, but it’s not the water, you want to be what’s making him feel good. He’s already given away his heart, you're certain, but she’s not here and you are.

"It's nice to be warm. It's so cold here." You drift closer, breathing in the heated air.

"You're cold?" He asks, brows knitting together.

"Sometimes…mostly at night." A pang of guilt has you wishing you hadn’t mentioned it. The last thing you want is to cause him any more worry. "Are these new?" You reach out, fingers ghosting over purple black bruises on his shoulder and chest.

His head bows looking at the spot you just caressed, "Maybe. I can't keep track." He straightens to his full height, chest rising above the surface, water running through the thick patch of chest hair revealing several more bruises in various stages of healing.

"I'm sorry," you swallow hard before continuing, fingers dancing over the freckles on his skin, "I know you're doing this–"

He coughs and sinks back into the water, patting his chest, "I think the steam is loosening up some of that shit we've been breathing in."

His head tips back and you follow suit watching the tiny glowing creatures attached to the rocky dome, their silvery tails gently swaying like they’re blowing in a breeze. There's beauty in their simple existence. Head dropping back down, you catch his stare, he’s closer now, and the way he looks at you sends all your thoughts fleeing.

"It's nice here. Quiet," his arms sweep in arcs just below the surface, hands brushing against yours when they meet in the narrow space between you, "I can almost pretend I’m somewhere else."

"Yeah?" Floating closer, you look up at him from under wet lashes. There’s something in his eyes, a fire, making the gold flecks look molten. The gap between you narrows, his chest brushes your nipples. But it’s gone as quickly as it came. He moves away, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

“Do you do a lot of skinny dipping?” You ask, trying to draw him back in, craving the connection. He peers at you unsure if he should answer.

“Come on, Steve. Tell me your secrets.” Biting your lip to hide the mischief in your smile, you draw a cross over your heart, "I promise not to tell."

He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head. “I guess I’ve done my fair share. There was a girl-“

“There always is.”

“Are you going to let me tell you?” With a swift move of his hand, he sends a splash of water in your direction.

“Please, continue,” you giggle with a wave of your hand, licking the water off your lips.

“She and I would sneak out late at night. Meet at the lake to be together." He looks away as he tells you, lost in the memory.

"Midnight Love. Sounds romantic."

“I don’t think she would agree,” his eyes roam the stoney walls where glowing lights fade in and out, “She wanted more and I couldn’t give it to her. There was someone else.” He meets your eyes, wanting you to understand his contrition, “I should have been honest with her. Let her move on. I know better now. I’m all done breaking hearts.”

“Will you be honest with me?” It doesn’t matter what he's done. He’s shown you who he is, and that man is one that you believe in.

“Yes.” The word is heavy on his lips, the look in his eyes confirming his promise. “I can give that to you.”

Nodding your head in acceptance, you feel the shift, bared to each other, the wall between you falls to pieces like the replica of the town that surrounds you. It gives you the courage to ask what you really want to know, “What about the girl you’re in love with, the one that’s up there waiting for you with tears in her eyes? Don’t you think her heart is broken?”

“How did–"

Shrugging, you wait for him to continue.

“We weren’t together,” he confesses, “Turns out I couldn’t give her what she needed either.”

“That’s why you're here? Because you weren't enough for her? Your friends, don’t you think they need you?”

“It's not about her. It's about all of them,” he explains, his voice thick with pain. “Before all this, all the things I thought were important were just bullshit. They held up a mirror in front of me. It made me change directions, made me try to be better. But I moved too slowly and when they really needed me, I couldn't protect them. You know how you said everything happens for a reason?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, this is it. This is my reason. I had to make sure they’re safe. They can all grow up and do whatever it is that they are supposed to do, be whoever they are supposed to be. Staying behind. Letting them go,” he lays a hand over his heart, “That’s how I became who I was supposed to be and I could finally give that to them.”

“Steve…” You want to scream at him that he’s wrong. He had to be enough for them because he was already everything to you. But it would rob him of the meaning in his death, so you stay silent and let the unspoken words sink beneath the water.

“Okay, it’s your turn. You owe me a secret,” his tone turns light, and he claps his hands together, rubbing them back and forth, “Make it a good one.”

“Let’s see,” you squint up at the ceiling, “I started sneaking my mom’s cigarettes junior year and blamed it on my sister.”

“Come on, you can do better than that. I bet a pretty girl like you has left behind a trail of broken hearts. I want the good stuff.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask, tipping your head onto your shoulder with a grin.

“You know you are,” his eyes roll, “Don’t try to get out of it.”

“Fine,” you pout, flicking water in his direction, “I don’t think I broke any hearts. Maybe bent a few. My friends are always losing their heads over some guy. Acting crazy. All in the name of love. I always wanted that, you know? To get swept away in some sort of fairytale romance. It just never happened for me. I thought there would be more time. I thought…"

You’ve been looking at life through a wall of rose-colored glass, sweetening your view just enough to avoid reality. Saying the words out loud, admitting it yourself–to him, you’ve crashed straight into it, the broken shards cutting you with the truth.

“We’re not going to make it home, are we?”

“Do you still want the truth?” He asks, knowing you already know the answer.

"I had a list," you swallow hard, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. "I thought if we could find water, we could check that off and solve the next problem and the next. Then we'd somehow figure out a way back. You told me from the beginning but I was too stupid–"

"Hey, you're not stupid." He moves a hand to your cheek, brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "It's not stupid to have hope."

"But it doesn't matter." Your hand covers his, indulging in his touch a moment longer before pushing it away.

“That’s where you're wrong. It doesn’t change anything, but it matters.”

“I’m starting to feel tired. Would you mind if we leave?” Brushing past, you climb out onto the ledge. The water cascading off your body darkens the limestone floor. Your back stays turned away from him while you yank your underwear on over damp legs. The splashing sounds let you know that he is following suit. Your jeans are difficult to shimmy over your hips without drying off and you skip the bra entirely, leaving your shirt to absorb the water. Once you leave the warmth of the cave, you'll be freezing–you should have listened to Steve.

Another bad decision made with good intentions. The list of I’ll Nevers unfurls in front of you covering the path where your future should be. He had figured it out much sooner than you did. Everything you worked for and planned for was all just bullshit. Maybe if you had someone to hold up a mirror, your list would be shorter.

The cave seems smaller, the walls press in as you finish getting dressed and gathering your gear. Space will give you perspective, although you still dread seeing that terrible red sky.

"Are you‐"

Your breath leaves through your parted lips when his hand tugs your hip, turning you, pulling you flush against his chest. He looks down at you, eyes burning, wet hair plastered to the nape of neck drips water down the column of his throat soaking his thermal. The plush curve of his lips so close to your own.

"You're not supposed to be here," he growls as his grip tightens. "I wish you weren't. I wish you had never met me. I wish..."

The tears spill over your lash line and streak down your cheeks, you can taste their saltiness on your lips. His head dips toward you and your eyes flutter closed, holding your breath while you wait to feel the pressure of his lips. Longing and despair give way to a fear that he'll give you what you want because he grieves with you, and that will never be enough to stop the ache. But his kiss never comes. His touch lingers on your skin once he's let you go and you stand there with your eyes still shut as you listen to him walk away.

By the time you make it out of the cave, the scarlet sky has dimmed to a deep crimson, and Steve decides it’s best to stick to the cover of the trees and spend the night in one of the cabins nestled on the shore among the forest of dead wood, instead of crossing back over the dry lake bed. Mercifully, the rolling storm clouds are gathering west of here, across town, leaving the woods quiet beside the dry leaves crunching underfoot. Your silence is an itch under his skin. He wants to apologize, but he’s not exactly sure what for. He meant the things he said, but he hadn’t intended it to sound so harsh. The light in your eyes has been the only thing pulling him back from the darkness of his own thoughts, but he can’t keep pretending. He’s accepted that this was how his story ends, but the way you look at him tempts him into believing there could be another chapter.

A war rages inside him, confusion over when protecting you became something more. Something that feels like he’s betraying her, even though she’s a world away. The truth is, he wants you. Your endless hope, the smiles you dole out like they cost you nothing, like you don’t realize that they have become as necessary to him as the air he’s breathing. Every day, the feeling of you belonging to him grows, but it’s all mixed up with pain and resentment. He was to meet death with a calm embrace, but fate decided that peace was more than he deserved. Now he’ll fight with his last ounce of strength to give you one more breath, and part of him blames you for that. He wants inside you, to claim you as his, but he can’t accept your comfort without making the pain at the end worse for both of you.

These thoughts and questions, you, Nancy, are different currents clashing in a riptide, and he’s trying his best to keep his head above water. As the mist thins, a tiny cottage comes into view, partially hidden by the brush and the gloom. The flaking white paint and curling black shingles are tinged green with mold. With a lone vine, dry and dead, snaking down from the roof across the weathered door. He reaches out, wrapping a hand around your wrist, conveying with a look that you should wait here for him to clear the inside. Walking up the three stone steps, he unsheathes his knife to cut away the vine. It takes a few firm pushes from his shoulder to get the warped door to budge from its frame. The musty air hits his nose as soon as it swings open. This place has been closed up tight. Steve moves quickly through the small space, checking for any signs of creatures, but it’s untouched aside from a few dead vines wrapped around the exposed beams of the ceiling.

When he returns, you’re standing with your arms crossed over your chest, but the look written across your delicate features has changed to anger. His brows pull together, and his lips part to speak, but you beat him to it.

“I don’t wish that.”

“What?” He asks, confused.

“That I never met you. I don’t wish that,” you move closer until your toe to toe with him. “I’m here for a reason. My life has a purpose too,” you say, laying a hand over your heart, anger and sadness making your voice crack. “If you think you’re supposed to die for them. Then I’m here to make sure you aren’t alone.”

The way his mouth gapes in surprise only fuels your resolve.

“You’re not supposed to be alone.” You turn away and walk inside. He follows, shutting the door behind you.

A chill seeps through the damp mattress and the thick stack of crochet blankets piled on top. Despite being fully clothed, the cold works its way through the layers of material straight through to his skin. He’s lying on his side, staring at the closed door of the bedroom, replaying the words you said over and over. He can feel you behind him. Tiny pockets of heat wherever you connect, your forehead pressed to his back, hands tucked between you, the material of his sweatshirt balled in your fist. He’s still not sure what he should have said. The rest of the evening was spent without discussion. In his head, every sentence he forms is chased away with the image of you standing in the cave with your eyes closed, ready to be kissed. His instinct is to act first and think later, but this time the consequence is your heart, and he’s never been more unsure.

“Did you hear about the drunk geologist?”

“What?” It takes a second for your words to break through his thoughts.

“He finally hit rock bottom,” you deadpan, your breath warming his back. “Do you know what kind of fruit geologists eat?”

His mouth quirks. Somehow you know just what he needs.

“Pome-granite.”

He rolls over to face you. Your eyes gleam in the darkness, lashes fluttering, your lips stretched into a smile, you’re so beautiful, and it makes him feel lightheaded.

“You know you have to be patient with us geologists…we all have our faults.”

“God, these are so bad,” he says, his hand landing on your hip, his thumb finding its way under the edge of your sweatshirt to draw circles on your skin.

“I have more.” Your hands smooth up the front of his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt, eyes locking with his, and he can see it again, the hope. It’s a beacon in a fog guiding him home.

“Of quartz, you do.”

Your giggles make his smile bigger until he can feel it in the apples of his cheeks. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s felt like this–you make him happy.

“Let me warm you up,” he says when your laughter subsides. His hands smooth over your shoulders until they’re wrapped around your back, pulling you closer, not stopping until your forehead is against his lips and there is no space left between you. Sighing softly, you push a leg between his, until you fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Thank you,” you whisper, but as your warmth fills all the cold places inside him, he knows he should be thanking you.

AN: Thank you for reading. I'd love to hear what you think? Are these two going to make it? Did you spot the easter egg from our friend @loveshotzz? I'll give you hint this ties in to one of her fics. Do me a soild and reblog if you liked it. 💋 -Jelly

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