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rosepascal · 1 year

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you don't belong || Joel Miller x reader

summary: You really like Joel, more than you've ever liked someone before. But the most important person in his life absolutely hates your guts and you have no idea what to do.

warnings: angst to fluff, swearing, break up/make up. possibly OOC Joel.

a/n: Ahhhh this is my first longer fic in a hot second!! I did this instead of writing a final paper so I hope you enjoy <33

taglist: @avengersfan25

Joel and Ellie were family. To anyone it’s easy to see just how much the two of them truly care for each other. They don’t say it. Instead they tell each other in other ways. Their close bond is why you so desperately wanted Ellie to like you.

She’s a tough kid with a smart mouth and you admired her for it. You didn’t expect to be welcomed into their small family dynamic easily. In fact you didn't plan on it at all. Months were spent dancing around each other, sending flirty looks and sharing quiet moments when time would allow it.

The kiss, the first time either of you did something about the growing attraction, was short and sweet and happened in the middle of the night in his living room. You wanted something with Joel and he wanted it too.

The day he asked you on an official date was the happiest day you’ve had in a long time. But there was one major problem. Ellie hated you. You tried to win her over, or at least get her to not glare at you the moment she saw you.

When Joel would see you in town with Ellie by his side he’d light up and for a moment you’d forget everything and smile back. Then your eyes drifted to the side and you saw the annoyed look on Ellies face. Her eyes refuse to even meet yours.

Then it all comes crashing down again.

A peace offering, that’s what you were offering. Walking up to his house knowing he wasn’t there was a risk. But you cared a lot about Joel and you didn’t want this tension between you and Ellie anymore. If you could show her that she could trust you, that you weren’t trying to hurt either of them. Then maybe things would get better.

“Joel’s not here.” She opens the door and stares you down. She glances at the small bowl in your hands filled with fresh strawberries that you sneaked from the gardens. Joel had told you strawberries were her favorite so you hoped this would help. She hasn't slammed the door in your face yet so that's progress.

“I know, these are for you.” You offer the bowl to her but she doesn’t take it.

“Why?”

“Can I come in?” You ask gently.

The hope slowly fading as she seems more closed off than ever. Without a word she rolls her eyes and leaves the door open. Walking away towards the living room. Stepping inside you place the bowl on the kitchen counter and find her reading a book.

“Ellie, I was hoping we could talk.” You sit on the couch near her, nails digging into your knees.

“About what?” At times like this she really does resemble Joel. That ice cold look from her makes you shiver.

“Look I know you don’t like me and I’m not trying to force anything between us.” You start, nerves taking over as she sets down her book. Her face unchanging as she listens to you.

“But I really care about Joel and you…I just. I don’t want things to be this weird between us.” She clenches her fist and snaps at you.

“If you really cared then you’d leave us alone!” She knows deep down that you haven’t done anything to hurt Joel but you could eventually.

You could show up and take all his attention away and leave him broken. You could want him to change himself to fit the town standards or ruin what the two of them have already built. It took a while for her to truly trust Tommy and Maria and they were Joel’s real family.

You aren’t.

“Ellie…” You try not to let her words hurt you but they do.

“We don’t need you okay? I don’t know you and I don’t want to know you.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to hurt you Ellie but-” You try but again she cuts you off. She's angry, shouting and finally letting it all out. Fear clouding her judgement as she hurls words that sting hard.

"I don’t care. Don’t pretend like you actually care about me when all you want is Joel.”

“That’s not true.” You say firmly.

“We’re happy without you, so just fuck off and leave us alone.” She storms upstairs and slams the door, shaking the whole house with it.

Pushing the palms of your hand to your eyes you try to suppress the tears. It’s clear that no matter what you do, she’ll never even tolerate you.

You love Joel but you can’t force yourself into their life. No matter how much it hurts. Ellie is everything to him. Wiping your eyes you stand up and open the door to leave.

“Baby?” You freeze at the sound of his voice.

Looking up you find Joel walking up to the door, a confused look on his face. He clocks the tears in your eyes immediately. His hands cup your face gently.

“I think we should break up.”

“What? Why?” He asks bewildered, hell just yesterday the two of you met for lunch and now you’re breaking up with him. You pull his hands away from your face but he grabs onto your wrists before you can leave.

“Baby please…Tell me what’s wrong.” His eyes go wide and fearful as you yank your hands away.

“I’m sorry Joel.” Every step you take away from Joel feels like a crack in your heart until it finally breaks.

Tears blur your vision as you slam the door to your horribly empty house. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you in a while and now it's gone. But it’s for the best, it’s for him. For Ellie.

At least that’s what you have to tell yourself to sleep that night.

- - - -

Life without Joel has been hell. You desperately missed him and while you managed to go back to appearing like nothing ever happened, deep down you were miserable. You missed the small dates and sweet talks. Now instead of getting butterflies when you see him you get a gaping hole in your chest.

Joel wasn’t doing much better. Not that he showed it though. At least not in a very clear way. He took longer patrols, more dangerous routes. Started spending more time in his house than he used to. Even snapping at people more than usual. He’s turned into even more of an asshole and it was driving Ellie crazy.

After the talk the two of you had, she calmed down a bit. Still convinced she did the right thing but things did feel off still. She knew that you leaving was the cause of his lashing out. She wanted to protect him but now it feels like she’s ruined it all.

Thank god for Maria putting them on patrol together, much to Joel's annoyance. He hates when she goes on Patrol even though she’s more capable than half the adults in town. The air that’s normally filled with questions is now just silence between the two.

“Hey Joel, is all this about...You know.” She asks. Her grip tightening on her gun as she walks side by side with Joel.

“No.” His reply is short and his tone doesn’t leave much room for any follow up but she pushes anyway.

“Then what’s gotten up your ass lately?” Joel rolls his eyes and keeps walking. He’s not particularly interested in discussing his failed romances right now.

There’s a small trickle of guilt that builds in Ellie as she takes in the state of Joel. Sure to most people he doesn’t look any different, still the same stone faced guy they see everyday. But Ellie knows him much better than most people.

Something’s wrong and it has to do with you. She didn’t mean to snap at you, but the protectiveness she feels for Joel outweighed any guilt at the time. Ellie stops and sighs.

There’s a nearby broken down fence that she puts her weight against. Her and Joel aren’t good at these kinds of talks.

“Hear somethin?” Joel raises his gun slightly higher, eyes darting around for any signs of people.

”I uh..It’s my fault. That they ran away.” Joel slings his gun across his back and crosses his arms. Not fully grasping what she’s saying.

“I said some things and I think it’s why they stopped talking to you.” A sudden realization dawns on him and his arms fall to his sides.

“Now why’d you do that?” His voice is a lot calmer than she expected and honestly that’s scarier. She shifts from side to side as she tries to find the right words.

“I’ve had a lot of people in my life…” She starts. “And those people have left. Except for you.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Joel says and she nods. She knows that. Really. He’s proven that in his own ways.

“Letting someone else in is hard and I didn’t want it all to. Disappear.” Joel’s silent, processing it all for a moment. Leaves crunch under his boots as he walks over to Ellie. Leaning against the old fence and stares out at Jackson.

The two of them don't really do sappy moments. They don't hold each other and cry and blubber on about how much they love each other, but that doesn't mean they don't know it. How much they mean to each other and how scary the idea of it going away can be.

“It don’t matter who comes through our lives ‘cause nothin’s gonna change between us. Ever. Alright?” His hand rests next to Ellies, a small smile on his face that she doesn’t see.

“That mean I’m stuck with your old ass forever?”

“More like I’m stuck with you, now let’s finish this damn thing so we can go eat.” Joel pushes off the fence and offers his hand out to Ellie who takes it.

Together they move a little faster and walk a little closer, ready to be done with patrol.

- - - -

You didn’t expect the knock at your door on a random afternoon. Opening the door you’re met with the last person you expected to see. Ellie.

“Uh Hi,” You quickly step to the side to let her in, confused on why she’s here when she couldn’t even look at you before.

“Is something wrong?” Your brain jumps to the worst, if she was here willingly then something must have happened.

“No. I uh. I’m here to apologize.” She seems uncomfortable as she looks around your house. Here eyes settling on one of Joel’s jackets that you haven’t given back yet.

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you and…I didn’t mean it.”

“Ellie,” You say softly. Yes her words hurt but she’s just a kid.

“Joel means a lot to you and I get why you felt that I was, stepping into somewhere I didn’t belong.”

“But you do belong!” She says quickly. "You make him happy." You can tell she’s really trying and it makes you feel better about it all.

“I think we should start over, really get to know each other.” You offer knowing that things can’t become perfect overnight but the two of you can try.

“I’d like that.” Hesitantly you squeeze her shoulder in a loving way, hoping that you aren’t overstepping.

“Well now that we’re friends, I know a guy who’s been a real dick since you left.” You laugh and she does too. It’s a nice sound.

“I’ll take care of that, you alright to walk home?” She nods and you lead her to the door.

Ellie stops for a second before smiling back at you. As she walks off the dread of the last few weeks seems to have lifted. You don’t know what happened but you’re glad it did.

Wasting no time, you hurry to the barns, knowing Joel feeds the sheep on Wednesdays. He’s sitting by the pasture. Watching them with a peaceful look on his face.

“Joel.” You say breathlessly. His head whips around, eyes wide in shock.

“What’re you doin here?” He stands and walks over to you. His arms wrapping around your waist as if nothing had ever happened.

“Ellie came over and we talked, she told me that you’ve been miserable without me.” Placing your hands on his chest you lean closer into his arms. You missed being held by him so much.

“Did she now? Tell you anything else?” He asks.

Shaking your head you gently cup his face and pull him in for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, chasing that feeling he’s missed for weeks.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbles against your lips. His soft brown eyes staring deep into your own.

“Come over tonight,” and never leave. That house of his is too big for two people anyways.

“I’d love to.” His arms don’t budge as the sheep baa loudly, wanting to make up for lost time.

“Need to introduce the two of you properly. Have some family bonding time.”

“Am I family now?” You ask teasingly, though your heart leaps at the idea. You’d love to be considered so important to Joel.

“No doubt about it baby,” He kisses your forehead gently. Sometimes things change and people come and go, but there’s no way in hell Joel’s ever going to let his little family go.

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glasvera · 2 years

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Three's a Crowd... But Four is a Party

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Robin Buckley

Description: You and Eddie have been together for a while, and as a bisexual couple there's one thing you can agree on: Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are hot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), Oral (F Receiving), Fingering (F Receiving), Semi-Public (they're in Steve's backyard), Robin only partakes in sexual acts with Reader and does not interact romantically or sexually with Steve or Eddie in any way.

A/N: I want so desperately to be the plaything of these three. Oh and yes, there will be a part 2 eventually.

Word Count: 6660

Part 2 can be found here!

It was a cool summer evening in Hawkins, the breeze blowing lightly as the four of you passed around an expertly rolled joint, courtesy of your boyfriend Eddie Munson, and your faces were lit by the soft otherworldly blue of the pool lights. You’d all gathered at Steve’s place for your weekly movie night before collectively deciding that nothing sounded properly appealing. You’d also collectively realized that a dip in the pool sounded much more inviting.

Robin was currently the only one actually in the pool, at least fully submerged in it, as Steve was laid back in one of the beach chairs he’d set up and you and Eddie lingered by the edge as you smoked. You’re not sure how it started, but Eddie and Robin had engaged in a heated debate on the intricacies of pleasuring a woman.

“Listen, all I’m saying is I think a girl would know her way around lady bits better than a guy,” Robin protested, one arm holding the side of the pool as she gestured wildly with the other hand and the water lapped softly at her movements.

You kicked your feet in the water as you sat on the rough concrete edge and leaned into Eddie’s bare chest behind you as he took a drag, giggling as he and Robin continued their spat.

“And I’m saying,” Eddie nodded his head sharply in emphasis, his hair tickling your cheek as he leaned forward and exhaled a puff of smoke, “It’s about the experience. You gotta know what you’re doing.”

Steve piped up from the chair he was lounging in behind you. “Oh? And is experience something Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson has a lot of?” he jabbed, reaching forward to grab the joint from Eddie’s hand.

Eddie scoffed as he handed it off, returning his hands to your sides and giving them a squeeze as you let out a giggly squeal, “With this one, I sure do.” You rolled your eyes and lightly elbowed him, feeling the gentle, ticklish warmth from where his fingers touched.

Steve grimaced at the public display of affection with mock disgust as he pressed the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. “And on that note, I’m gonna grab another beer,” he said, jumping up to walk towards the kitchen. “Get you guys anything?” he called over his shoulder.

You all placed your orders as he walked away before Eddie took notice, “Hey! Harrington! At least leave the weed behind, would you?”

Steve turned around, standing in the doorway as he leaned against his arm and made a show of taking the longest drag yet. From the distance all you could see was the small glowing spot grow in intensity between his fingers as he wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Consider it payment for me letting you guys use my pool!” he called back as he lowered the joint to flick the ash off on the ground.

“Oh fuck you, Harrington,” Eddie protested with a flash of his middle finger, his rings glinting in the low light.

Steve chuckled, “You wish, Munson.” He finished what was left of it before putting it out and tossing the roach in the trash can as he left for the kitchen.

The metalhead coughed and cleared his throat, waving his hand in front of his face to pretend it was just a delayed effect of the weed smoke and not that Steve Harrington had just called him out, knowingly or not.

Trying to regain his composure and ignore the knowing smirk you were giving him, Eddie immediately turned to Robin to continue their earlier debate.

“So let me get this straight,” he started, moving to sit next to you as he held his hands up in contemplation, “you really think that just having a vagina makes you better at eating one?” The disbelief was clear on his face.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows and nodded her head like it was obvious, “Well, yeah? Don’t you think you’d be better at sucking dick since you know what feels good?”

You snickered at her bluntness, pushing yourself off the edge and sliding into the embrace of the cool water next to Robin. You shivered slightly as you immersed yourself fully, acclimating to the cold slowly before inserting yourself into the debate. “She’s got a point there, babe.” You swam behind her and wrapped your arms around her neck, and Robin tried really hard not to focus on the way your breasts pressed against her back as you let your legs float up behind you. “Us girls just get each other.”

Eddie crossed his legs and leaned forward, squinting at the two of you. “Yeah? And just how much experience do either of you have at eating pussy?” When your eyes widened and Robin just stammered and sputtered incoherent thoughts, he grinned. “That’s what I thought,” he commented triumphantly as he cocked his head to either side.

“That’s not fair!” you whined as you brought your hand up, splashing him lightly as he guarded his face with a chuckle before replacing it on Robin’s shoulder to steady yourself. “It’s not like ladies are openly lining up to sleep with each other left and right. We’d be stoned in the streets!”

“Exactly! I’d love to get some experience, obviously, but I’d rather not out myself publicly,” Robin added, bouncing on the balls of her feet in slight irritation as you held on. “You stare at boobs, you get a pat on the back.” She placed a hand on her chest as she continued, “I stare at boobs, and it’s like I’ve committed a felony.”

“Okay,” you started, letting go of Robin and wading over to stand next to her, “So maybe experience is key to specific partners, but I say having a vagina means you understand the basics more,” you compromised, looking up at Eddie as you raised a brow, waiting for his response.

You heard the sliding glass door open as The Hair returned. “Oh my god, are you guys still on about this?” Steve walked out, heaving a sigh and carrying a six pack before setting them down with a soft thunk at the edge of the pool as he sat down next to Eddie.

“Yes, Steve. I need to be right,” Robin joked as she slowly waved her arms back and forth in the water and you nodded vehemently in agreement.

You grabbed a beer as you leaned against the edge, wet hands fumbling a bit before you were able to pop the tab and gulp down the cheap beverage. It felt pleasantly cold going down your throat as you bit back a slight wince of disgust at the aftertaste. Robin found herself enraptured by the way your throat bobbed with every swallow, eyes following the planes of your neck as you tilted your head back. She didn’t catch herself staring at you until it was too late--Eddie noticed and already had a devilish smirk forming on his face.

He’d known for a long time that you were bi, just the same as him. You’d both sort of come out to each other a while back when, ironically, discussing your attractions towards the two people you were hanging out with right now. He licked his lips, lost in thought for a moment as he clasped his hands together in his lap with a knowing smile.

You placed your now empty can back on the rough concrete with a clang, the pleasant buzz filling your mind as you looked up at Steve. “Don’t you think you’d be better at giving a guy head?” you asked, and he spit his drink as you clamored to shield yourself from the spray of beer that attacked you from his lips.

“Excuse me?” he replied, eyes going wide as he curled his lip and looked at you incredulously.

You dipped your head underneath the water to wash off the spittle before resurfacing with a gasp and a shake of your head. “You have a dick!” you exclaimed as you wiped your face with your forearm, causing Eddie to laugh at your brashness. “You’ve had your dick sucked, haven’t you?”

Steve continued to stare at you as if you’d lost your head and Eddie was cackling as he clapped his hands. Robin swam over and punched him lightly in the leg as she chuckled. “She asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Steve’s cheeks flushed and he vigorously shook his head, his perfectly styled hair bobbing with his movements as he blinked. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“So you know what feels good!” you interrupted, nodding your head dramatically.

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he threw a hand up, “I mean, I guess? Yeah?” He shook his head again and waved his hand dismissively, “If we’re being serious, I’m pretty sure women are a lot more complicated than men down there.”

“Hmm… agree to disagree,” you murmured as you floated over to lean your head against Robin’s shoulder, one hand coming to wrap around her bicep as you pressed it against her side.

You were usually pretty cuddly with all of your friends, but the slight buzz of alcohol was definitely making you lean into your movements more, and Robin blushed slightly at the contact. You hummed contentedly as you relaxed in the water, cheek warm against Robin’s skin.

Eddie locked eyes with Robin, giving her a wink that made her knit her brows together in confusion before he turned to you, “So…” he began, waiting for you to turn your attention to him, “I think we can settle this little dispute of ours.”

“What are you talking about, Eds?” you asked him, letting go of your hold on Robin to swim back to him. You rested your hands on the edge of the pool as you stared up at him sweetly. His deep brown eyes bored into your own as he simply smirked at you for a moment, relishing in the look of anticipation on your face.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the pool, dipping his feet into the water as he leaned forward. “Yeah, what are you getting at, Munson?”

Eddie tilted his head and shrugged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he reached down to brush your cheek with the pad of his thumb, his gaze never leaving your face, “I’m saying that we have two lovely ladies right here who are obviously into each other.”

Your jaw dropped and Robin gasped. Steve was also speechless, raising his eyebrows at the metalhead before looking back between the two of you. It was as if he were trying to suddenly connect the dots that had been right in front of his face the entire time.

“Eddie!” you hissed finally as you pulled back from him, heat rising to your cheeks.

Robin was a flustered mess, backing up and bracing herself on the ladder as she tried to compose herself. “W-We’re just friends! And-and you two are dating!” she fumbled with her words as she pointed to the both of you, “Not that you’re not attractive, Y/N! And not that I wouldn’t-I mean, I’m sure I’d enjoy sleepi-I mean, any girl would be lucky to kiss you, let alone-!”

Eddie sat back as Robin continued her rambling, leaning on his hands and looking like the cat who got the cream as he looked over to Steve. “It’s not just me who sees this, right?”

Steve, still grappling with the shock of Eddie Munson so openly offering his girlfriend to their mutual friend, continued to stare at you and Robin. Mulling it over in his head and seeing the way the two of you scrambled to compose yourselves, he shrugged his shoulders and just decided to go with it. “You wanted to be right, Buckley,” he teased, and Robin gave him an exasperated look with her mouth agape as she slapped a hand down on the water’s surface to splash at him for his betrayal.

You definitely wouldn’t have said this sober, but the buzz of alcohol and the floating embrace of your high were definitely winning you over. You couldn’t help yourself when you scoffed at the two boys indignantly and replied, “Well then… then it’s only fair if you two test it out, too!”

Eddie wet his lips in contemplation, but he was having too much fun teasing you. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure the argument was about pleasing a lady originally,” he commented, not missing the way Steve was staring at him out of the corner of his eye. “We should focus on one experiment at a time, I think.”

Your heart was racing and you could tell Robin was equally paralyzed when you glanced over at her. Her eyes kept glancing down to your lips as she exhaled shakily. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to touch her, to kiss her, and you’d received Eddie’s explicit blessing in this regard, but the last thing you wanted to do was ruin the friendship you shared with some silly little dispute.

“Do… Do you want to do this?” you asked quietly with a slight nod of your head in her direction.

Robin looked like a deer in the headlights as she stared into your eyes and gripped the ladder bars like her life depended on it. Her lips parted to say something, but instead she just swallowed it back and nodded her head enthusiastically before letting go of the ladder. You slowly made your way towards her, the water sloshing softly around your chest as you approached and you raised a hand to her cheek. Her skin was soft beneath your touch and you inhaled deeply, the closeness of your bodies meaning something completely different to you now as you took in the scent of chlorine and her strong-smelling strawberry shampoo. Leaning forward, you tentatively pressed your lips against hers as she shuddered and gasped softly into your mouth.

She was still entirely too tense and you pulled away, searching her expression for any hesitation. Robin’s bottom lip quivered in anticipation and she nodded again, her hand slowly coming up out of the water to wrap around your neck as you kissed her.

You’d never kissed a girl before, as much as you’d thought about it. It felt completely different to kissing Eddie and you delighted in how soft her lips were, your fingers tickling down her sides to grip her waist. She was still careful with her movements, not really sure how to hold you or reciprocate your touches, and her fingers threaded through your hair as droplets of water from her hand cascaded down your neck.

“Shit,” Steve whispered under his breath as he watched you two make out, not wanting to be gross towards his friends but unable to take his eyes off of the both of you.

“See? What did I tell you?” he said with a shit-eating grin. He noted the way Steve’s gaze was focused on you specifically, eyes hungrily tracing along the curve of your back beneath the water as you leaned into the kiss. “She’s hot, isn’t she?” Eddie muttered as he leaned towards him, chuckling when Steve simply nodded without tearing his eyes away. He’d always found you attractive and probably would have made a move on you if Munson hadn’t gotten to you first.

You pressed against Robin, deepening the kiss as you pushed her back to the pool wall. Your instincts were taking over as you lifted your thigh between her legs, sighing as you felt the warmth of her core through her swimsuit. You took advantage of Robin’s moan to dip your tongue into her mouth and swirl it against hers. You could feel her heart hammering against her chest as you slid your hand up her body to rest behind her head. You both pulled away, breathing heavily as you stroked the nape of her neck gently.

“L-Let me… let me take over,” Robin asked quietly, grabbing your shoulders when you nodded and gently flipping you so you were against the wall now, looking you up and down before taking your face in her hands and crashing her lips into yours. You leaned into the kiss and she experimentally nipped at your bottom lip, smiling as you whimpered softly.

Gaining more confidence, she kissed the corner of your mouth before planting her lips along your jawline, nipping at the skin as your hand came up to hold the back of her head. Her lips ghosted along your neck, her breath tickling your skin as she brought a hand to your breast. You gasped as she kneaded the skin, her thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bikini top.

“You… oh you feel amazing,” Robin murmured into your neck as you clung to her for dear life, trying to grind into her to gain any semblance of friction for the building heat in your loins.

“You," your breath hitched when she ran her tongue along the droplets of water littering your skin, "you too." Your mind was too muddled by lust and beer to say anything else. You trailed your other hand down to cup her through her swimsuit bottoms and she bucked into your hand, moaning low as you pressed a finger to her clothed slit.

“S-Somebody’s impatient,” Robin joked as her face contorted in pleasure, gently sucking on your neck as she reached under your top to pinch at your nipples in retaliation before rubbing soothing circles over them with her thumbs. Each swipe of her fingers sent tingling shocks to your core and you moaned wantonly at her ministrations. You glanced over at the two guys you had all but forgotten about in your haze, half-lidded eyes darting between the two of them as they watched you.

The boys were struggling on the sidelines. Steve cleared his throat quietly as he looked away from you and desperately tried to adjust his hard on in his trunks, and Eddie was all but palming himself, attempting to maintain some restraint as he watched the love of his life fulfill one of the only fantasies he couldn’t make a reality for her. His gaze was dark and predatory, earning a shudder from you as he smirked.

Their eyes on you only turned you on further as you started to stroke Robin’s cunt through her swimsuit, all of your nerves on fire as you pleasured each other. Something about the water of the pool only added to the feeling of her skin on yours, the lack of friction allowing her thumbs to swipe over your pebbled nipples with ease. You shut your eyes and whined, pulling her head up to kiss her again as you moaned into her mouth.

Robin removed her hands from your tits to grab you by the hips, lifting you in the water as she tried to get you to sit on the edge in front of her. Eddie caught on and moved over to lift you up as you pushed off the edge with your hands, and he sat behind you with your back to his chest as he started to trail kisses on your neck. He ran his tongue up your spine and neck, the contrast of his hot mouth on your quickly cooling skin causing goosebumps to spread across your body. Your attention was pulled back in front of you as you felt Robin’s fingers dance up your calves. With her hands on your knees, Robin gently pried your legs open as she moved between them, looking up at you as she bit her lip. Your bikini top was pushed up your chest, exposing your breasts to the cool night air as droplets of water trailed down your skin, and you heard Steve groan at the sight of you as Robin dove down to begin planting sloppy kisses on the expanse of your inner thighs.

Robin bit and sucked on a spot just outside your center and you gasped, bucking your hips into her face. She traced her tongue along the edge of your swimsuit, so close to where you needed it but just out of reach, and you whimpered as you pouted down at her. You shuddered as you felt Eddie’s fingers trace along the string of your bikini bottom, pulling one of the knots loose as Robin worked in tandem to peel them off of your dripping center. Robin’s breath hitched in her throat as you were exposed fully to her, suddenly a little self conscious about what she was about to do.

“Come on, Buckley. I thought you said you knew what to do here,” Eddie teased lightly with a smirk as he brought a hand to your chest, groping your breast as he pinched and pulled at the skin.

Her eyes flashed up to your boyfriend for a second before looking back at your wet slit, exhaling shakily, “Shut up, Munson.”

You giggled but it caught in your throat when Robin’s tongue licked gently at your folds, throwing your head back against Eddie’s shoulder when she applied a little more pressure. She flattened her tongue against you, stroking it along your labia before swirling her tongue around the hood of your clit.

“Fuck, Robin, just like that,” you praised, your hand resting against the back of her head as she hummed against you, your fingers lacing through the damp strands as you watched her.

She might not be the best at reading social cues, but damn if she wasn’t an expert at reading your body’s reactions to her tongue. She dipped it deep inside of your core as her nose brushed up against your clit and your breathing quickened, moaning loudly as she learned how to make your body melt against her. Her arms reached underneath your legs, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as she pulled you closer.

Eddie held you up from behind with his arms around your waist when you began to slump against him, drinking in the sight of you. Your tits bounced slightly as your chest heaved, and he could almost feel you gently tugging on Robin’s hair the way you usually did to him.

“You look so fucking gorgeous babe. So absolutely fucked-out from Robin’s tongue.” You shuddered from his praise as you held onto his arm and he looked over to Steve, still sitting uncomfortably with a rather prominent tent in his shorts, and another cheshire cat grin crossed his face. “Harrington. Get over here,” he called out, gesturing with a nod of his head in your direction.

Steve looked from side to side, as if suddenly any other Harrington had appeared and he was referring to them. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to himself, mouthing “me?” before taking a deep breath and awkwardly standing up, walking towards the three of you. He muttered a low "fuck" as he approached, getting a better look at the way Robin was absolutely devouring you.

"If there's one thing I learned in science class," Eddie began as he traced feather-light circles onto your stomach, "it's that experiments,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of your ear, “should have a control group."

Steve screwed his face to the side, snapped out of the trance for a moment. "Our friend is eating out your… fuck, very hot girlfriend,” he stated, his gaze hot on your skin, “and you're spewing nerd shit?"

You half giggled and whimpered at the compliment, locking eyes with him for a second, and he felt his cock twitch against the mesh of his shorts. Robin remained focused on the task at hand, her eyes locked on the way your mouth parted in a permanent "o" as she licked long stripes up your slit, sliding one hand along the underside of your thigh to tease a finger at your entrance as her arm splashed gently on the water’s surface.

Eddie was desperately trying to keep his composure, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and continued, "All I'm saying is that we need to compare groups. I would be going in with a bias: I know my way around my girl's body. You," he punctuated as he pointed a finger into the other man's chest, "Steve Harrington, do not."

Steve glanced down at the ringed finger pressed against his sternum and then back up at Eddie’s face, not sure what to do about the way his body reacted to the commanding nature of the touch. The two of them stared at each other, tension building as Eddie ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. You watched the two of them, waiting with bated breath for one of them to cave and kiss the other.

Robin slowly pressed a finger inside of you, moaning softly as she watched it disappear into your pussy. Your gaze was immediately drawn down to watch her, all attention focused on the way she started to curl the digit against your walls, pressing it up into the spongy spot that made you see stars. Steve’s head turned back to the two of you and he swallowed hard as he watched, registering what Eddie was saying as he suddenly started feeling far too warm out of the water.

“Aww, is Stevie boy getting all worked up?” Eddie teased, biting his lip as he brought his hand up to cup the other man’s jaw. Steve was surprised to say the least, but he couldn’t argue that there was something alluring about the whole situation and the metalhead in front of him whose smirk was likely to do him in completely. “You can touch her,” he reassured, punctuating with the slow movement of his own fingers tracing softly across Steve’s stubbled chin before pulling his hand away quickly, “and don’t worry, she’s talked about you too,” he added, turning to you. “She wants this, don’t you Y/N?”

Robin had wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking hard as you cried out. Eddie chuckled and you glanced over at him, nodding lazily as your eyes darted between him and Steve. He wasn’t what you would call boyfriend material for yourself personally, but you couldn’t deny he was attractive. And you certainly couldn’t deny the ways you’d fantasized about having him in your bed with Eddie.

It was all the confirmation Steve needed before he grabbed your head in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss. He tasted like beer and weed and something else altogether that you could only describe as him, and you melted into his touch as he carded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, gripping it as he tugged slightly and tilted your head back to kiss you deeper. He delved his tongue into your mouth and groaned in relief as you sighed against him, lowering a hand to palm at your breast. You gasped as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keening into his mouth as Robin added another finger. Steve pulled away from you, pupils blown out with lust as he stared into your eyes before he let go of you to slide into the pool.

“Alright Buckley, my turn,” Steve stated, tapping his overzealous friend on the shoulder. Robin pouted as she pulled away from your clit with a pop, watching as you clamped around her fingers as she slowly slid them out.

You felt bad for your friend and looked down at her, beckoning for her to join you on the pool’s edge as you leaned back. “Come here, Robin. Let me take care of you.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she pulled herself out of the water, splashing Steve in the process as he spit and sputtered with all the water in his face and mouth, and you giggled at her eagerness. You took her hand in yours as you brought her closer to you, sighing as she pressed her lips to yours. You could taste yourself on her as your tongue dove into her mouth, dancing with hers as you felt Steve position himself between your legs. Much like Robin had, he couldn’t help himself from leaving teasing kisses up and down your thighs.

Eddie scooted back from you as you moved to lie down, dragging Robin with you as she threw a leg over your hip and straddled your stomach, thoroughly soaking your drying skin. You cupped her sex again, watching in awe as she started to grind down against your hand. “You look so beautiful,” you praised, earning a blush and a breathy “oh” from Robin as she braced herself with her hands on your tits. You nudged her swimsuit bottoms to the side as you brushed your fingers against her bare slit, biting your lip as you felt the warm, slick wetness there. “Fuck, is this for me?” you breathed out, feeling your thighs quiver when she nodded, absolutely speechless. You teased two fingers at her entrance, rubbing them up and down her slit before sliding them in her pussy with ease, groaning when she started to bounce on them while she groped at your chest.

Steve was taking his sweet time with you, kissing and sucking at the plush of your thighs before laving his tongue at the junction just outside your dripping center. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you whimpered, desperate for his attention on your core. He spread you with his thumbs, breath hot on your cunt as he hovered there for a moment.

“Fuck, Steve, please,” you begged, thighs twitching in his hold as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Your voice was like music to his ears and he groaned softly, spurred into action as he dove straight into you without warning. You cried out in pleasure as your back arched slightly. He dipped his tongue into you with long, flat swipes as he brought his thumb up to flick at your clit.

Eddie pulled your head into his lap, his hard on pressing against your cheek through his trunks as he ran his hands through your hair. You stared up at him through long lashes as he smirked at you. “Enjoying yourself?” he teased.

You reached your free hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Fuck yes,” you replied, earning a chuckle from him. “This is not how I expected the night to g--ah!”

You felt Steve smile against you as he swiped at your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t forget about me down here, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations of his voice adding to your pleasure.

“Mm, she really is a little pillow princess right now, isn’t she?” Eddie snickered, watching your eyes screw shut as Steve tongue-fucked you and Robin rode your fingers.

“Sh-shut up, Eds,” you eked out between moans, moving your hand to lazily stroke at his clothed cock as he inhaled sharply at the contact. “I’ve--hah--I’ve done plenty,” you protested.

Robin hummed in agreement, “You’re, f-fuck, perfect.” She tweaked your nipples in her fingers as she bounced on your hand and you whined. “F-feel so good.”

Steve sucked on your clit harshly and you bucked, nearly throwing Robin off of you as your abdominal muscles contracted. He was intent on reminding you of his presence between your legs as he inserted his fingers, keeping you spread with one hand while he focused his lips and tongue on your bud. He listened closely to your moans as he pressed into you, his pace picking up when he found the spot that made you keen loudly. He timed his thrusts with swirls of his tongue around your clit and you became a whimpering mess as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to build.

“Shit, Harrington. Sounds like you know what you’re doing after all,” Eddie praised as he started to rock his hips into your face. Your mouth watered and, if you were in a better position, you would have immediately taken his cock down your throat. For now, he seemed content to simply taunt you and grin down at you while the other two had their fun with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” you chanted as your hips moved to thrust back onto Steve’s fingers, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he rubbed along your inner walls. “Shit, yes. Right there, don’t stop. Fuck.”

Your eyes flashed open to look at Robin, watching the way her tits bounced with her movements. Your mind was hazy, and all you could think was how badly you wanted to watch her come undone with you. You mirrored Steve’s thrusts with your own hand as you started rubbing her clit with your thumb.

“A-ah! Fuck!” Robin cried out, grinding on you with more fervor as you felt her pussy squeeze and flutter around your fingers. “Oh god, Y/N, I--Shit,” she stammered as you finger fucked her. You delighted in the moans she made as they grew higher and higher in pitch and you licked your lips, grabbing her hip with your hand to steady her.

Steve was more than enjoying himself if his noises were anything to go by. He grunted and groaned into your pussy as he sucked at your clit, stilling his thrusts to rapidly curl his fingers into you over and over. The focused attention against that one spot had you moaning like a porn star, crying out as you neared your peak.

“You gonna cum on Harrington’s fingers, pretty girl?” Eddie whispered to you, “Gonna show him just how beautiful it is when you snap?”

You whined at his dirty talk, catching glimpses of Steve’s head between your thighs whenever Robin bounced up. Your eyes met his, half-lidded and heady with the smell and taste of you filling his senses, and he made a show of swirling the flat of his tongue on your pearl as he continued to press his fingers into that perfect spot.

He withdrew slightly to press a kiss against your clit. “Fuck yes, cum for me princess,” he groaned into your folds between laps of his tongue, returning his lips to your bud as he redoubled his efforts.

“Oh, oh god--” The pleasure in you finally peaked, crashing you into your orgasm as you screamed out his name. Steve continued his assault through your climax as you bucked against him, whimpering from the overstimulation as your every nerve was set ablaze and you squirmed under his touch as he slid his fingers out.

Robin watched you, absolutely awe-struck as she rode your hand and finally tipped over the edge, moaning your name and praises as she convulsed around your fingers. You reached up to cup her jaw as you pulled her down to kiss you, moaning into each other’s mouths as the warm tingles of afterglow washed over you. You pulled your fingers out to roam over her hip and grab into the plush of her ass, loving the way she gasped into your mouth at the simplest touch even now.

You heard Steve get out of the pool as you slanted your lips against Robin’s. “So. You think I win?” he chortled as he sat next to Eddie, grabbing a towel to wipe your slick off of his face.

Robin pulled away from you quickly, staring defiantly at Steve. “That’s not fair! You pushed me away before I was done,” she retorted. “I totally would have won if you weren’t so greedy.”

He gave her a once over, noting the way her breathing was still ragged and her face and chest flushed as she hovered over you, “Looks like you ‘won’ plenty to me.”

Robin rolled her eyes as she slid off of you, sitting on her heels next to you as she offered her hand to help you sit up. Without their body heat, your damp skin suddenly felt much colder in the night’s breeze.

“That was…” you began, trailing off as you fixed your bikini and struggled to find the words to say. You looked between Steve and Eddie, heat rising in your cheeks when you looked down at Steve’s groin. Steve noticed your glance and scratched the back of his head, clearly bashful despite the fact that he just ate you out a moment prior. Eddie caught on and raised his eyebrows, mouth hung open in a smile with his tongue in his cheek.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned, watching as your eyes flashed back over to his face. You knew he was painfully hard by now as well, and you felt yourself salivate at the idea of the two of them using you to sate their lust.

“Y-You…” you breathed out shakily, heat building in your core again as you pressed your thighs together. “Both of you, um,” you bit your lip as your gaze traveled between them, “can I… help?”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, “I mean, you really don’t have to--”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, crawling towards him and looking up at him through your long lashes as you placed a hand on his thigh, “I want to.”

You heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat as he looked over to your boyfriend who was twirling a curl around his finger absentmindedly while he watched you intently. “You… You want both of us?”

You felt the blood rush to your face, losing some of your spontaneous bravado. “Um, actually,” you began, turning to Robin who quirked an eyebrow at you as you chewed on your lip, “I want all three of you.”

Robin froze for a moment, mulling the thought over in her mind. “O-Okay,” she agreed, “but only if you two,” she pointed at Steve and Eddie with a warning look, “agree to not, um, stare? I refuse to be some boy’s lesbian wet dream.”

Steve put his hands up in mock surrender. “At this point, that would just be weird,” he chuckled, “I’m only in this for her,” he admitted as he stared into your eyes, full of lust as he openly ogled your body right in front of him as you stroked your thumb on his leg.

“That goes without saying for me,” Eddie added, giving Steve a playful punch on the shoulder, “although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wanna see what Harrington’s packing.”

“Dude,” Steve turned his head and looked at him incredulously, and Eddie gave him an innocent shrug as he snickered.

Robin chuckled, relieved as she turned back to you, “Looks like we’re all on the same page then.” She gave you a sultry, almost predatory glance that was so unlike her usual demeanor you couldn’t help but shudder under her gaze.

Steve took your hand in his as he stood up, dragging you up with him as he placed his other at the small of your back and pulled you flush against him. He was every bit as toned as you had expected him to be as your hands came to rest on his chest, and his cock pressed into your stomach deliciously through his trunks. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, his lips parted as his face hovered only inches away from you. Robin was close behind, her hands on your hips as she pressed into you in much the same as you had done to her earlier, her breasts flattened against your back as she kissed at the crook of your neck. You moaned breathily as Steve ran his index finger along the lower curve of your spine.

Eddie approached the three of you, cupping your cheek gently as he turned your face towards him and kissed you tenderly. When he pulled away, he gazed into your eyes with such love and trust that you couldn’t help but smile softly at him, whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too, gorgeous,” he replied, giving you a wink. “Now, how about we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

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toxicanonymity · 7 months

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when raider met sweet pea

1k words | analysis of raider!Joel x f!reader

Raider Joel Master List

This is a peek inside early, unevolved raider joel in the original fic from March. We know how much he’s grown since then, but he’s done terrible, inexcusable things, and he knows it. NOTES: You're referred to as sweet pea in this, Joel's pet name for you. General HC followed by Q&A. Thank you @milla-frenchy for always having good Qs. I have great Qs from others too that I'll get to as I can (looking at u @javier-penas-wifexx420, and others). To raider's pr team, sorry for going back in time but FIWB. WARNINGS: References to noncon, assault.

Here’s how I HC what happened under the surface: When Joel interrupted the men from taking sweet pea, it wasn't a noble rescue mission. Mainly, he was fed up with the men and wanted to put them in their place. But then, one of the men used the butt of his rifle under her chin to make her look up, and this is what unlocked or triggered something in Joel: She looked at Joel thinking he was saving her, and something in her face had a subconscious effect on him -- like he saw her hope and appreciation, and saw someone looking at him like he was a good man who mattered to them. It made him feel needed, which he hadn’t felt for so long that he didn’t even recognize the feeling, or know how to feel it, much less what to do with it.

That moment created the tiniest crack, a minuscule window into the man buried under the persona built by trauma and the apocalypse. The crack was too tiny to change his behavior yet, but that tiny window allowed him to see a glimmer of something else possible and allowed him to subconsciously connect with her in a way he hadn't connected in ages. From his raider persona, everyone is pretty 2D, so consciously, he's not seeing or treating her (or anyone) as a real person at this point. But that moment still resulted in a “spark,” like a magnetism, and the crack in his shell grows over time.

When he takes her inside: it was likely unusual that he took her somewhere private. Normally, he does things in front of the other men to show dominance (see Stash House). Subconsciously, that tiny part of him wanted to feel like a protector, and taking her somewhere private may have been his pathetic idea of a protective gesture, physically picking her up and taking her away from the worse (more violent) guys.

He takes her to the room intending for her to suck his dick by default, but I don't think P in V was always his intent: He doesn't threaten or mention fucking her upfront when he’s telling her what’s going to happen. He tells her she's gonna suck his dick and to be a good girl and it'll be over quick. While she sucks him, he decides he has to have her (be inside her). He says "alright sweet pea, now pull down your pants for me." He was acting on his primitive urges and what his body wanted in that moment for whatever reason -- he's a raider and has a huge sense of entitlement. Even though his escalation wasn’t out of malice, the effect is that he made the attack worse. He’s a bad person and a r*pist, and he knows it.

(Note, I’m only censoring this word because other people censor it and I sense some people find it jolting to see even if they read noncon. I'm not censoring it to try to make him look better. His past is a part of him, there's no getting around the fact that he's a r*pist. He's the last person who would want it forgiven or excused. He kinda hates himself ).

Q: I've been wondering if he could have done to other women what he did to sweet pea in the 1st chapter

He did at least make other women suck his dick in the past. As for how he sees his past behavior now, it'll come out eventually, not like an OOC monologue, like a word in passing or implied here or there.

Q: I think you wrote somewhere that Joel didn't approve of the behavior of some of his men with women, and that Carter wasn't like that (was I dreaming?)

The men who had sweet pea at the beginning of ch 1 are more physically aggressive and violent with women, physically forcing them and hurting them, whereas Joel calmly told sweet pea what to do (while he was heavily armed) and didn’t physically hurt her. The other men will smack them around and gang rape them. Joel feels like that behavior from men is weak, like if you're going to physically hurt someone, pick on someone your own size. He doesn’t feel moral superiority for this (I mean he doesn't see himself as a good guy), but he sees himself as stronger and more dominant than men who need to hurt a weaker person.

Q: Why is he so possessive and jealous, since day 1? In failed rescue : "He describes you. Joel’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken. He waits a beat before answering." I love that 😏 but it's super fast. Did she trigger something in him from day one?

When he initially decided she's his so quickly, most importantly, he means she's not anyone else's. He's in charge, he's claimed her, he's dominant, and he's the boss. That was his original intent and he didn't expect it to go further than that. But it goes beyond that because of the moment explained above. So it's also his primitive instinct that she's his, and that’s what you see when her bf describes her in your quote. Whatever connection or feeling was created by the way she looked at Joel made her special, and he couldn't let go of it. So she became like a precious possession at that point. Since then, he’s slowly evolved to where she’s not just a possession, but certainly still his.

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Thank you so much for reading. I really adore everyone's interest and investment in raider!Joel. If you love raider joel, please interact with his fics -- it's always better late than never. Comments mean a lot no matter how small, and reblogs mean a lot regardless of blog size. I know most of raider's fans started as lurkers, and I don't judge for your lurking era. Most of my tumblr bffs started as lurkers.

Ik the tense is all over the place in this sorry lol

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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Waiting

summary: Maybe things would work out in a different universe.

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating/toxic relationship, angst [If you can’t tell I love angst]

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You couldn’t count how many years you’ve liked- loved Logan, maybe it was when Oscar introduced you two? Or maybe when Logan showed up when your boyfriend didn’t.

You couldn’t or really shouldn’t say anything to him, after all he does have a girlfriend- not a very good girlfriend, but a girlfriend nonetheless.

Your smaller friend group knew she wasn’t good for him, only really there since he’s a Formula One driver and for his good looks. Not the true Logan- the one with horrible dad jokes and his awkward shyness.

You hated her, absolutely hated her. She was a plain bitch- a gold digger. She would go off and cheat on Logan, and she would play it off somehow and still end up with him by her side.

It wasn’t fair, you were clearly the better option, how could Logan not see that? He even had feelings towards you! Well he used to at least.

“You’ve got to say something to him”

You roll your eyes at Oscar’s text, knowing you’ll have to tell him eventually.

“No”

“Y/n he literally got P3 today, it’s the perfect opportunity!”

“You need to grow up and mature”

You let out a scoff at his text.

“I do not!”

“Be honest to yourself”

“Fuck off Oscar”

“See you at 7”

So now here you are, at a crowded and very busy club in Miami, celebrating Logan’s P3.

“Logan! Hey!” You shout over the music, moving past people to get to your friend. You tap his shoulder a few times, trying to get his attention.

“Hey Y/n! Thanks for coming..” Logan says, completely forgetting about the person he was talking to before and turning to face you.

“Of course, congrats on P3..” You say with a smile, moving a bit closer to him so he would hear you clearly.

“Thanks! It feelings amazing, especially after last year with my rookie season..” He says with a smile, leaning down to you so you could hear him better.

Just before you’re about to reply, someone accidentally shoves into you, Logan reacts almost instantly, he wraps an arm around your waist making sure you’re stable.

“W-well live it up!” You say, placing a hand on his chest, only innocently. “Is Scarlet here?” You ask, bringing up his girlfriend.

Logan scoffs at the mention of his girlfriend. “Yeah, of course she is, this is one of her favorite places, she always comes here.” When suddenly Scarlet comes up between both of you, her arms wrapping around Logan’s neck. “There you are! I was looking for you.” She says sweetly, kissing him on the cheek.

“Right well- I’ll see you two around!” You say with an awkward smile, heart dropping at the sight of Scarlet all up on Logan.

You let out a sigh and walk away from the two, opting to get a drink- and maybe talk up a random person.

After a few minutes, Logan shows up next to you, a little irritated. “Sorry about that.” He shrugs. “Scarlet is really clingy, she hates when I talk to any other girl.” He shrugs again. “Even if it’s just a friend.”

“Well y’know- some girls are like that..” You say with a dry chuckle, drinking some of the RB vodka you ordered.

"Yeah, she's a little much honestly, but she gets jealous really easily too, but hey, can't complain that she's hot." He shrugs.

“She’s kind of got me trapped. Honestly, I’d rather break up but then I’d be the bad guy, you know?” He shrugs again, drinking his own shot.

You roll your eyes as he calls her hot, “Well I mean you could break up with her, I’m sure she’ll find some guy to fuck so..” You say with a sigh.

“And you wouldn’t be the bad guy Logan..” You add on, glancing at him.

"I know but still it'd create a whole media mess, and I'm not looking forward to another media storm right now. So I guess we'll just stay together." He shrugs. "I mean I wish things were the same as before we were dating, you know? It was so easy then." He sips his drink.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it..?” You say with a bittersweet smile, thinking back to a year ago when Logan and you were closer- maybe even flirty, with the longing glances and soft, hesitant touches.

He blushes slightly when you mentioned that. "Yeah, it was. It was fun just being friends, we were really close, and now all of a sudden I suddenly have this girlfriend who follows me around and gets mad whenever I’m next to another girl." He frowns. "I don't even feel that same connection with her anymore, like we used to have before."

“Really?” You ask, feeling a spark of hope, that maybe Logan will still have some sort of feelings left for you.

He sighs. "Yeah, I don’t feel like we have that same connection anymore, it’s like things changed after we started dating. Everything is so complicated now." He sips his drink, looking at you.

“Just take some time to think about it- but don’t forget to have fun tonight, yeah?” You say with a smile, placing your hand on his bicep and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

His face immediately brightened up, and he looked over to you, his breath hitched. "Yeah, I'll try." He smiles back, putting his hand over yours. "And hey, I hope you have fun tonight too."

“I’ll try” You say with a smile, walking away from him to the dance floor in the club, wanting to distract yourself from that entire conversation.

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You didn’t know how many hours had passed- or how many drinks you had, all you knew was that you a hot hookup all over you as you both stumble out of the bar, the cold air sobering you up.

You giggle and laugh with the person, until you spot Logan sitting on the curb, head in his hands. “Logan..?” You ask out softly, forgetting about the person, you were pretty sure their name was Quinn, next to you.

Logan heard you call for him and looks up. "Y/n..." He stumbles to his feet, but before he starts walking towards you, he stops.

Your hookup, Quinn, looks between you and Logan, recognizing the look you gave Logan, they quietly walk back into the club. "Y/n...." Logan calls out to you again, the look on his face one of frustration and sadness.

“Hey- hey what’s wrong?” You ask, instantly rushing to Logan with worried eyes. You could make out his red eyes, and tear stained cheeks in the dark. “What did she do..?” You softly ask.

Logan pulls you into a hug, he sniffles. "She was cheating again... I don't know why I'm even surprised at this point I'm just stupid..." His voice was muffled as he cried against your shoulder.

“Oh Logan..” You coo out, wrapping your arms around him. “You aren’t stupid, you were in a bad situation and didn’t know what to do..” You reassure softly.

Logan holds you tightly, his head buried into your shoulder as he cried. For a minute, it seems like he doesn't care to notice anything around him as he lets out tears of relief.

After a while his sobbing calms down slightly, and he pulls away slightly, but he's still holding you. "Sorry for all this... you didn't need to deal with all of this..."

“No..no it’s okay Logan, that’s why I’m here, I’m your..friend..” You say with a pained smile, hating to see him in so much pain because of that- that bitch.

He finally pulls away, still looking upset. He clears his throat a couple of times. "Thanks, really." He stares at the ground for a second, thinking over whether or not he wants to say this. "Hey, can I ask something?" He looks up at you.

“Sure, what is it?” You ask, looking at him. He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is around. "Can I ask, do you, ever feel like we're more than just friends?" He asks, his voice soft, his eyes gentle and caring.

“Sometimes yeah..I do..” You say with a soft smile, knowing that even if Logan feels the same, you can’t be together, Scarlet wouldn’t let that.

He doesn’t look away, and a slow, soft smile spreads across his face. “Really?” There's almost a sigh of relief from him, he’s almost happy that you admitted feeling the same. Maybe things will be fine after all, if you and Logan find some way to make it work.

“I don’t know how any of this will play out, and I know Scartlet is my girlfriend, but you Y/n..” He says taking a pause, “You are my love, my first love, you are my best friend, my everything, just know that..”

You feel your heart slowly break at his words, emotions building up inside you. You give him a bittersweet smile, “Just know I’ll be here waiting..” You say.

"I'll find a way to make something work... just promise me one thing Y/n?" He stares deep into your eyes, waiting for a response.

“Hmm?” You mumble out, looking up at him, admiring him for a moment.

"Just promise me you'll wait for me... because no matter how, I'll always come back to you." Holding your hand in his.

“Of course”

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artful-aries · 10 months

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May I request a Scaramouche/Wanderer platonically with a fem!child!reader who he saw himself within Scaramouche adopted her mostly because Teyvat don’t need a repeat of all of what Scaramouche did

It took me way too long to put this out, but I hope you enjoy!! The reader can actually be read as gender neutral for this, hope that’s okay!

Scaramouche/Wanderer With A Child Reader

If he comes across you as Scaramouche and not Wanderer, I think the experience would be different in a lot of ways. Namely being on how outwardly mean he would be

As Scaramouche, he will have complete and utter disdain for you when he finds you alone and abandoned. He would have left you there to deal with your situation alone had you not run to cling to his sleeve

He scoffs, calls you pathetic, and tries to “gently” pull away from your grasp, but in your childlike desperation for a companion you had a surprisingly firm grip on him as you begged him not to leave

At this point he would likely be rough and push you to the ground, walking away despite the sound of your cries as he does so. Yet the further he gets away, the more of a nagging feeling he gets. Why does he care about what happens to some feeble human child? If they got eaten by some wild animal or killed by hilichurls it wouldn’t even phase him

Against his better judgment, he will come back to you, but will be glaring at you the entire time as if it was your fault he returned. From there, he would harshly ask you if you can make yourself useful, and rolls his eyes at your uncertain answer

Despite Scaramouche holding a lot of contempt for you and your fragility, he grabs your arm and hoists you up to your feet, telling you that if you disappoint him he’s going to dump you off again in the woods

The fear is a surprisingly good motivator, and you do end up helping him in the small ways that you can given the fact that you’re only a small child. It’s still enough to earn his scorn, but over time you begin to realize that he does look out for you in his own way

His care is in the form of constantly scolding you, whether it’s over you accidentally dropping something, making rash decisions, or in general just being wholly annoying in his eyes. He doesn’t know how to be soft with you, and he probably isn’t capable of it anyway, but he does make sure that you’re at least in decent health

If he finds you as Wanderer, your experience under his wing will be better, but he’s still going to be rough around the edges

When he finds you and you cling to him, he feels a bit awkward and frowns at you, gently prying you off of him and insisting that he’s not your mother, so why should he take care of you?

Upon seeing you looking up at him like a kicked puppy, Wanderer sighs and gives you a pat on the head (albeit a bit of a hard pat) and tells you to follow him

He’ll bring you to Nahida and insist that she takes you into her care or at least passes you off to someone in Sumeru who would be willing to take you in, but the goddess has other plans. She thinks this is a great opportunity for Wanderer to develop his connections to humanity in a positive way, as well as learning to not be so rude all of the time

He protests to no end, pointing out how ill suited he is to the task, but Nahida will not budge. Begrudgingly, Wanderer begins to take you with him everywhere he goes regardless of the danger. It’s not that he doesn’t care about your safety, he’s just beyond confident that harm won’t come to you if he is nearby

When you grow naturally affectionate towards him it makes him feel very awkward and stiff, and the first time you give him a hug makes his eye twitch a little in irritation. Despite this, he lets you do what you want, and eventually learns to hug you back, albeit awkwardly

Aside from fulfilling your basic needs, the only way you’ll know how much Wanderer has come to actually care for you is the day that he makes you a stuffed animal to keep you company

He’ll insist that the stuffed animal is for you to hug instead of always bothering him, but his stern gaze always softens when he watches you play with it lovingly

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #reader insert #genshin imagine #genshin impact headcanons #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #platonic

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gritsandbrits · 8 months

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In light of recent news over the passing of voice actress Arleen Sorkin, I wish to reflect on the impact of Harley Quinn on my life.

When I was a kid I grew with Harley. From getting fired from a tv show for giving questionable advice, as her backstory in the 2004 cartoon The Batman, to falling in mad love with her own patient as is the origin story in the 92 animated and subsequent media, Harley has such a big role in Batman lore I don't remember a single time where she wasn't involved. Sometimes I wonder what batman mythos was like before her inclusion.

The first thing that drew me to Harley was her design. Red and black the colors of danger which she was. But there was an added playfulness, that she genuinely enjoyed being herself. She was also VERY hilarious and at times out of pocket. Child Me was amazed. Did I want to be her? Not necessarily. But she did look like someone I'd hang out with.

The meta origin of Harley is just as fascinating. The creators of BTAS saw a performance of Arleen in a clown costume. From there inspiration leapt off the pages onto the big screen. Unlike most of the cast Harley didn't originate from the comics. She was created exclusively for the show, an OC if you will. OCs tend to have a mixed reputation. But Harley's concept and execution was so perfect, she almost feels like she could've been a real character in the comics.

And real she became!

Introduced as a psychiatrist, after receiving Joker as a patient, Dr. Harleen Quinzel begins to fall in love with him; and down a path to iconoclastic doom. Her love for Joker is obsessive, hilarious shallow, horrible but also downright entertaining to watch. I enjoyed every moment she was on screen: I still quote "rev up your Harley" to this day! I see her despair, her goofy outlook and morbid ruthlessness. I wanted her to get comeuppance but at the same time I can't help but feel sorry for her.

Joker abuses her, ignores her, and only complements her when she does something good for him. While the makes how awful their relationship clear, there are a good amount of fans who sees the pair as a glamorous whirlwind romance a la Sonny and Brenda or Jane and Mr Rochester. While such fantasies may seem morbid I don't blame them. No matter how horrible Harley is there is a tiny unavoidable spot that aches for her to win. Or at least see Joker for the monster he really is. While Harley is often held accountable for her actions her arc shows that no one deserves to be abused.

Arleen's performance played a major role in brining Harley to life. She nailed her weaknesses and strengths with such a sincere note that elicits pity, humor and shock at the same time. And of course that ear candy of the New Jersey accent that set the standard for future VAs. Whenever I look at a picture of Harley I hear Arleen. Not to say the other VAs aren't bad, but Arleen's performance is that iconic I can't help but think of her!

Over the years Harley grew apart from Clown Prince of Crime. She got her own spinoff comics, made appearances in other DC media. She even gotten her own tv show which sees the DC universe through her eyes. Harley has marginally healthier romances, primarily Poison Ivy (this isn't to say that pairing doesn't have it's share of toxic moments). The Harlivy ship is a fan favorite but even without shipping and the wars, Harley still shines bright as the Bat Signal.

In a way Harley's descent and eventual rise back to normalcy reminds me of my own struggles. I wasn't a happy child growing up, I've made a lot of mistakes and bad choices. To see a person like Harley work to take back control of her life, makes me feel a bit better for my own prospects. Of course I wouldn't torture a kid to near insanity or blow up a whole city but I can at least put my energy towards something constructive. Harley shows people like me thay we can be more than just screwups if we try.

Of course I can't forget Harley's design. The red&black suit is an icon by itself and inspires similar designs in and outside comics. I could talk all day about how cool her design is from a show and historical perspective but that would take me all day. While I prefer her classic palette, her recent blue and pinks aren't bad either and show just how far she's come out of Joker's shadow. It's even to the point where when, I see something black and red and white I have to point it out and say "Harley would love that outfit!"

Nowadays I complain about the oversaturation of Harley quinn (seriously what was DC thinking taking a team started by a disabled character to reclaim her agency) and overshadowing other cool DC villains. But I would be lying of I say she didn't leave an impact. And it's all thanks to Arleen Sorkin for breathing life into a character that proves you don't need to be be from "the comics" to be considered cool.

Thank you Arleen! May her memory be a blessing - Grits.

#arleen sorkin #harley quinn #essay #dc comics #btas #voice actors #batman the animated series #birds of prey #harley quinn show #characters #may her memory be a blessing

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urfriendlylocalidiot · 1 year

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Literally just got into this group, so I apologize

But please send in requests!

aespa x reader

Jealousy w/ aespa

If she’s jealous, she cares.

Karina

Karina didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but looking back, it made sense why she did. You were always her favorite person to tease and flirt with, even though she used to insist that she did that to everyone. But, in her heart, she always knew it was different with you. If you didn’t laugh in response to one of her jokes, she would have immediately felt bad and try to make you smile at least.

Wouldn’t let her other members flirt with you, like period, maybe the occasional joke. But she’s definitely a little possessive over you. So at the end of a showcase when she goes backstage, where she knows you’ve been waiting, let’s just say she gets a little irritated when she sees some random person flirting with you. Or at least, they seemed like a random person at that moment.

She will definitely greet you with a kiss, entirely ignoring the other person and pull you away to her dressing room to leave a few marks on your neck so others would know what’s hers. When she kisses you, you entirely forget about everything too for a minute, it’s like your mind just short circuits at how soft her lips are, despite how rough she kisses you.

Winter

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking I’ve never been jealous? And who would I even be jealous of? That nobody you were talking to?”

“That nobody? Do you mean y/f/n? Winter, they’re just a friend, they’re in their own relationship.”

“Well… I still didn’t like how comfortable they were with holding you so much. I thought I was the only one you did that with.” She pouts up at you.

“You are jealous.” you say with a smirk growing.

“No, I’m not.” she says blushing.

“You are. And a terrible liar on top of that!” You say fully smiling down at her at this point.

She buries her head into your chest and mumbles, “I’m sorry jagi, I don’t mean to get jealous. I just didn’t like that someone else was holding you like I do.”

You wrap her even tighter in your arms, “I see darling, if it makes you feel better, no one else makes me feel as good as I do with you.” You say, kissing the crown of her head.

Giselle

For Giselle, it would take a lot to make her jealous, to be honest, she’s just that secure in your relationship. However, even she has her limits. Her limits being when your ‘best friend’ decides to monopolize all your free time. Eventually she corners you before you leave to go see her after spending the night with her.

“Since when were you two this close?” She asks.

“Because she has to leave soon for school.”

“Does she not have other friends to hang out with before she leaves? Why is it always you?”

“Honestly, I don’t know, she hasn’t talked about any other friends and I just reconnected with her like a year ago by chance.”

“Jagiya, does she know that your in a relationship?”

“No, why would that matter?”

“No reason, just… be sure to tell her that today.” Giselle would say as she kisses you goodbye.

That night when you return, you are a little… off to say the least. Turns out that ‘friend’ you had been hanging out so much with you, wanted to do a long distance relationship with you, however you quickly explained that you already had a loving and perfect girlfriend. Needless to say, the aforementioned friend, stops trying to hang out with you again before they leave. Giselle, a little proud after hearing the story, wouldn’t make you feel bad, but would definitely makeout with you… to start.

Ningning

Ningning would probably try to laugh it off. It definitely didn’t bother her at all that after performing a concert, instead of getting kisses and hugs from you, you were busy talking to someone else and laughing at all their jokes. But you would know that something was bothering her.

Before you guys fall asleep, you would ask her what’s wrong and despite her insistence that nothing was wrong, she was just tired. She would eventually confess that she was a little jealous and mad that someone else had your attention after her concert. However, she understood why, the person was new and you were explaining to them the ropes of the whole operation.

You will probably end up comforting and holding her for the rest of the nights. Expect to kiss her a lot the following days to make up for the ‘kiss debt’ you had accumulated. Ningning wouldn’t want to get jealous, but she just couldn’t help it when someone else had your attention, even though she was right. there.

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clangenrising · 1 month

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Month 13 - Newleaf

Russetfrond scarfed down his morning meal and went over his responsibilities in his head. Sparrowpaw and the others were due for an assessment in their hunting and survival skills that he needed to design with Goldenstar and Yarrowshade. Patrols were mostly in order except for Mystique. He still didn’t like putting her into his schedule but Goldenstar had been clear that she needed daily exercise. At least she had agreed not to send the kittypet on any kind of Border Patrol, at his request.

It took him a while to balance out the patrols to accommodate her, shuffling duties around here and there, but eventually he had a solid plan. He stood, stretched, and sighed. Deciding to get the most unpleasant task out of the way first, he turned towards the elders’ den where a sleepy Ospreymask was sitting watch. If he hurried and took Mystique out now, they would hopefully get back before the dawn patrol returned.

He stepped up to the den and flicked his ear in Ospreymask’s direction, saying, “I’ll take over.”

“Thanks,” she yawned and slinked off towards the warriors’ den.

Mystique stirred inside the den. Curled up in the back corner, she lifted her head and pursed her lips. She seemed to have been awake for some time although she still seemed tired and hollow eyed. Her thick fur was starting to tangle as her winter shed came out poorly. He wondered absently if she even knew how to properly groom herself or if she let her twolegs do everything for her.

“Hey,” she said, “What’s up?”

“We’re going out,” he said. “I want to get your exercise out of the way before it gets too late.”

“Oh, alright,” she stood, ears brushing the top of the den, and slipped up beside him with a soft jingle. He stepped out of the way and let her arch her back and stretch her legs.

“I figured we’d go to the river and you could swim for a bit or something.”

“Wait, really?” she brightened.

“Yes,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Just as long as you agree to come back when I say we’re done.”

“Yeah, of course,” she nodded.

“Good.” He set off out of camp, confident that she would follow. The morning was still young. The sun had just started to banish the chill of night from the air and birds were singing to each other from the distant trees. He and Mystique walked in silence for a while, simply basking in the beauty of morning.

Mystique eventually ruined it by speaking. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” He raised his brows skeptically. Hopefully it wasn’t another rendition of her ‘why does everyone hate me’ act. He’d heard from Branchbark all about her little incident during the Gathering and he wasn’t happy about it.

“Yeah, um,” Mystique said, looking at the ground, “I’ve been thinking - About my brother and everything - and… I want to try and help you guys.”

“Pardon?” he nearly laughed.

“I want to help,” she said, a little bolder. “Scorch is right, I’ve been way too passive. I may not fully understand what’s going on yet, but clearly you cats have a lot to lose and I want to help you. I was thinking maybe I could teach some combat drills or something? Y’know, help you hold your own.”

This time Russetfrond really did laugh. “Yeah, right! We don’t need fighting tips from a kittypet.” The idea was completely absurd! Insulting, even!

Mystique frowned. “I’ll have you know, I’m better than most cats back in the city!”

“That’s not saying much,” he shook his head at the comedy of the situation.

“I’m almost as good as Razor!” she insisted. “I bet I’m better than you! Hell, I know I am.” His shoulders tightened in offense.

“Is that so?” he growled, puffing up his fur a bit.

“Yeah,” she smirked and leaned down a bit to be more evenly on his level. “Try me and see.”

“Fine,” he said, slowing to a stop. “Show me what you’ve got and I’ll see if your offer is worth anything.” They had stopped in the dip between two hills where pooling snowmelt had caused the grass to grow in thick and towering. It swayed above their heads gently, blocking out the rest of the world and nearly obscuring them from each other in its density.

Russetfrond took a defensive stance. Mystique wiggled down into a crouch, tail tip twitching with eagerness. Russetfrond could already tell that she wasn’t taking this seriously - her smile was too bright, her gaze too scattered. This would be over quickly.

She moved in, tested his guard with a few swipes, and he danced easily to the side. He swiped at her ears with claws sheathed. Mystique ducked under the blow with surprising grace for her size and slipped into the opening he had given her. Her paws wrapped around his torso and her weight carried him off his feet and into the grass.

They rolled for a beat, Russetfrond hissing and Mystique purring, and landed with him on his back looking up at her. He kicked out with his hind legs and she took the blow without a flinch, then whacked him sharply on the head causing his vision to swim. She snapped at one of his paws as he tried to swat her, twisted so the other swipe struck the back of her head, and rolled onto her side to avoid another strike of his hind paws.

He rolled with her, onto his paws, and swatted her face twice, confident that, had this been a real fight, she would have been struggling to see through the blood. Mystiquer let out a mrrp of enjoyment and lunged. Her forepaws hooked around his neck and pulled his face into her chest before he knew what was happening. He struggled in the suffocating volume of her fur, unable to stop her as she rolled and flipped him over her body onto his side. Her hindpaws slammed into him, rabbit kicking over and over into his side. He hissed furiously and tucked his head to slam it up into her chin. She reeled, let him go, and he tumbled away. If this were real, he would be bleeding profusely from his flank, but for now he was simply panting heavily, struggling for breath.

“That was-” he didn’t get to finish. Somehow she was on her paws again and barreling into him. His surprise let her take him to the ground again and she quickly pressed his face into the dirt with one paw. Tail bristling, he tried to rise but suddenly her teeth were in his scruff, causing his legs to seize instinctively. His cheeks flushed hotly at the predicament.

“Alright!” he hissed quickly, “You win!” He needed her to let him go.

“Told you I was better than you.” He could feel the shape of her grin against his fur. He forced his body to move and tried to wiggle out from under her but she shifted to put a hindpaw on his haunches, pressing him flat into the ground. His stomach fluttered, only serving to make him even more embarrassed.

“You proved your point,” he growled, “let me up.” They were both breathing hard, her fur brushing his back every time she inhaled.

“Say please,” she ordered smugly between breaths.

“No,” he growled, his skin buzzing uncomfortably with some kind of energy. He felt dizzy.

“Aww, come on,” she said, her teeth thankfully letting go of his scruff. He summoned his strength and rolled onto his back, paws ready to swipe at her if she tried anything else, but she just smiled at him and tilted her head, one paw raised as if they were playing a game. He found it hard to swallow.

“You put up a pretty good fight,” she panted, flopping down next to him.

“You too,” Russetfrond admitted begrudgingly, letting his arms go slack. The grass swayed above and around them, a world of lush green with a small glimpse of cloudless, blue sky. It muted the birdsong and the sound of the wind, leaving them alone with only their slowing breaths to listen to.

“I won!” she purred, “I’d say I was more than pretty good.” He didn’t want to say it but he was inclined to agree. Neither of them spoke again until they had mostly regained control of their breathing. Russetfrond still felt dizzy though, dizzy and warm and hungry for something he couldn’t explain.

“Wanna go again?” she whispered, like it was a secret. He knew he needed to say no. He knew that he was standing on the precipice of something very big and very exciting and very dangerous and that if he didn’t leave now he wouldn’t be able to fight the hold it had on him.

“Alright,” he breathed, the edge of a smile daring to pull at his lips. He swallowed hard again. Mystique grinned wider than he’d ever seen, looking like she was hungry too.

“Hell yeah,” she said. “Maybe you can try and pin me this time.” Russetfrond thought he would like that very much.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he said, getting back to his paws.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she chuckled, swishing her silky tail around herself as she huddled into an eager crouch.

“Good,” said Russetfrond. He jumped.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #clangenrising #Mystique #Russetfrond #Newleaf

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mythica0 · 6 months

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It’s so nice to see you writing for this fandom!! 💖I’d absolutely love something with lee Jax and Lee Zooble. Maybe he keeps taking her arm so she makes sure the next time he does he regrets it. *wink wink* 🙃 Hope you’re doing well!!

Learn a lesson

🎂: TADC

🍫:Zooble

🧁:Jax

Summary: Zooble realizes that no matter how hard she tries to knock some sense into Jax, it doesn’t work, so she tries a different approach.

A/N: Moot coming in clutch! Hi, thanks for the request! :3 Also, I’ll alternate between They, she and he for Zooble because they are canonically gender queer and use all pronouns!

TW: implied cursing.(it’s censored.)

Learn a lesson

The whole cast of characters was sitting in the center of the tent, listening to cane ramble on about their ‘adventure’ for the day.

Zooble already didn’t care. They were ignoring him and trying to pretend to be asleep. Nothing better to do these days.

Jax was wearing his usual mischievous smile, noticing that Zooble wasn’t paying attention, he quickly grabbed their arm and pulled it off, flailing it around nonsensically, and giggling really hard at his own [BEEP]-hole-ery.

At this point, Caine had stopped talking and everyone was watching the show.

Zooble’s eyes snapped open, staring daggers into the resident rabbit. Zooble almost smacked him across the head with the arm he had taken off, but stopped himself.

This has happened many times before, and Zooble always reacted with violence. Smacking Jax, pinching him, choking him out, that sort of thing. But clearly that didn’t get the message through. So Zooble thought she would try something different.

When Jax got their arm close enough to his body, she snapped their arm to his side, and started slightly squeezing. Not enough to hurt, but-

“Hehehey! Wahahahat gihihives!” Jax’s normally large smile seemed to grow even wider as he laughed at the shocking sensation.

If Zooble had a mouth, he would’ve smirked. Jax had let go of their arm to protect himself, but Zooble didn’t let up.

“Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohohoing, lehehehgo ohof mehehe!”

“Nah. You’ve messed with me for long enough, Bunny boy. You’ve earned this.”

Everyone else was watching in awe, and pomni seemed a little confused. She whispered over to Ragatha, “is this normal?”

The doll looked back to her and whispered in return (with Jax’s laughter still echoing out overtop of their voices) “yeah. We do stuff like this sometimes to pass the time. This is the first time Zooble has ever gotten involved though.”

“Are you gonna keep on taking my arm?!” Zooble angrily asked Jax.

“Prohohonabl-EHEE!” His laughter shot up on octave when Zooble poked his stomach harder.

“Wrong answer, [BEEP]”

Through his cackles, Jax lifted his clover hand and a censor bar appeared overtop of it, but they all knew what he was doing.

Eventually Zooble stopped, and Jax stood up and let out all his leftover laughter. “[BEEP] you, zooble.. heh.”

Yeah, Zooble knew he would probably take his arm again, but at least she had a method to get him to let go, and hopefully, eventually, learn a lesson.

#parrotwrites #tadc tickles #sfw tickle community #lee!jax #ler!zooble #parrotanswers #MOOT TIME!

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videovamptramp · 7 months

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heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and i)

you are everything (my most demanding dream)

warnings: basically ex-girlfriend ellie, mentions of breakup, smut... kind of? (is getting off on someone's knee smut??) jealous ellie, mentions of situation-ships, ellie is emotionally unavailable.

(this is my first time writing something that has anything sexual in it. sorry if it's cringe but if this does well i'll release a part 2 and a prequel <3)

"and sometimes i feel like nobody gets me, you know? especially when everyone's so fake nowa—" ellie begins to tune out the girl standing in front of her, as she looks around the crowded room. she occasionally nods or hums to make it seem as though she's actually listening, when in reality she couldn't care less about what this girl was saying. ellie hasn't cared about anything for months, and it's all because of you. at first the brunette had told herself she would be fine without you. besides, she had gotten what she wanted right? to successfully push you away...

... but when she walked into her bedroom the night after she discovered you've left, there was an excruciating feeling of loneliness that took over. as soon as she saw how empty and dull the room is without you, she wanted you back. but she knew it was a little too late. she lost you, and she only had herself to blame for it. usually she'd get home from the bar and you'd be sound asleep on her bed; curled up in an little ball. the first week she'd get home and expect to see you there; she'd tell herself you were gonna come back eventually because if she missed you this much, certainly you missed her too. right? except, after nearly a month of not seeing you, and all of ellie's texts to you going unanswered, she realizes her wishes did indeed come true. she pushed you away. even further than she originally planned.

now it's been two months since she lost you, and here she was, listening to some brunette who looks somewhat like you go on and on about her shitty ex. ellie continuously looks around the room, she's bored out of her mind but there's no way in hell she's spending another drunk night, alone in her sad apartment. the better option seemed to go home with a stranger who she couldn't care less about. at least then she wasn't alone, but she couldn't do anything about the fact that she knows she'll be thinking about you the entire time.

in a split second ellie's entire night changes. her gaze flickers over towards the bar area, and that's when her eyes lock with a pair of familiar, chocolate brown orbs. her entire world seems to stop spinning for a whole minute as she spots you sitting alone, staring at her from afar. your face looks thinner, and your hair is shorter, and you're wearing a pair of tight flare jeans with a cute nude top that ellie recognizes. you offer her a smile that looks out of place as you look away, averting your gaze back to your drink on the bar counter. ellie feels frozen; as if she can't move and the walls are about to close in. how long have you been here? how long did it take her to notice you? what were you thinking about?

ellie can't help but notice how beautiful you look, and that's when the feeling of missing you grows stronger than ever. (which is saying something considering she's felt as if she's been missing an organ since your departure.) as if on cue, some other woman notices you and begins to move in. she takes a seat beside you and ellie's jaw tenses as she watches you smile in a way you once smiled at her. she watches as you nod at whatever the pink haired girl says, and that's when the pretty woman flags down the bartender. she's ordering you a drink. ellie suddenly wants to get up and punch the unknowing stranger right in the mouth. but she doesn't.

the brunette ignores every fiber in her being telling her to go to you. to get her girl back. no, instead, ellie tries to look at the girl she's been "talking" to for half an hour now, while taking a swig of the whiskey in her glass. she averts her attention to daniella? or is it bella? she wasn't quite sure what her name is, and right now she couldn't bring herself to care about remembering it. not when she knows you're across the room, and there was some other woman who was next to you, trying to take you home. not that ellie could blame said woman, she sure as hell knows what sort of affect you have first hand... but it's the fact that you're entertaining her. the older woman didn't even seem like your type. she was older than ellie, older than you, and she had on some leather jacket that ellie could tell was more expensive than the entire outfit she herself had chose to wear tonight.

she makes the mistake of looking at you again, and this time the woman is leaning in closer, saying something to you that has you blushing. ellie nearly sees red when the taller woman places her hand on your thigh. you're wearing jeans, but it's still enough to get ellie riled up. all the blood ends up going to her ears as she blocks out the loud music, and the chatter from the brunette in front of her. ellie stands up, her fist clenching the empty glass in her hand so tightly, she's surprised it hasn't broke. ellie blocks out the brunette questioningly calling out for her, and she makes her way in your direction. her body is like a magnet, making it's way to you subconsciously.

as soon as you spot ellie getting closer, your entire face falls. your heart begins to race, and ellie clears her throat. "hey." she greets you gruffly, and your mouth goes dry as you meet her gaze. "hi ellie." you greet her, your voice small, but still soft as silk. the woman looks over at ellie, and her smile falls. "i'm sorry i didn't realize you guys were—" you quickly cut her off, shaking your head rapidly. "we're not...! ellie's just an old friend i haven't seen in awhile." you lie right through your teeth so easily. so dismissively, it causes a bitter taste to set in ellie's mouth. just an old friend.

ellie had never asked you to be her girlfriend, not in words at least. but she did let you sleep in her bed, eat her favorite snacks, watch all of your favorite annoying shows... she even let you wear her favorite hoodies. ellie had never let anyone do any of those things. the woman's smile returns as quickly as it dissipated, and she introduces herself to ellie. "i'm toni." she greets the brunette with a soft smile. she's shorter than ellie, and much more girly. she doesn't seem like your type at all, yet her hand is still on your thigh, and you're making no movement to get it off. ellie nods in the pink haired girls direction. "ellie." she vaguely responds, only offering toni a mere glance before her gaze fixates on you again. "i just wanted to see if we could talk." ellie states, and you try not to look as annoyed as you feel.

"i'm kind of busy right now. maybe some other time." you respond, barely even looking at ellie as you avert your attention back to toni. ellie's grip on her empty glass tightens, and you can see her nostrils flare while her jaw tenses. "some other time? i haven't seen you for almost three months, y/n. you haven't answered my texts and you left all your stupid stuffed animals at my place!" ellie hisses, and you glare at her. "i left the ones you gave me there because i don't need any reminders of you!" you argue back, letting your emotions for ellie get the best of you. toni slowly takes her hand off your thigh, clearing her throat, "uh, i can see you two have a few things to work out..." the shorter girl trails off as she stands up.

you shake your head, "toni wait—" you try, but the pink haired girl is already walking off, much to ellie's satisfaction. you scowl, but you don't say a single word as you reach for the coat hanging off your seat, and stand up. "y/n..." ellie tries, but you only respond with an eye roll as you pull your oversized coat on. "leave me alone, ellie." you demand, as you begin to walk out of the building, ellie only a few steps behind you. "no! not until you talk to me!" she demands, sounding unreasonably angry. you have to stop in your tracks, right in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the bar. you laugh bitterly at her anger and the fact that she assumes she has any place to demand anything. you turn around to face her, and when you do, your anger nearly vanishes.

standing in front of you is a disheveled version of the ellie you know. the bags under her eyes are evident, the pain hidden in those pale green orbs is clear as day. the anger quickly returns when you remind yourself the only reason you two aren't on good terms right now is because of her. even tonight was ruined because of her. you sat back and didn't once intervene whatever ellie and that brunette were doing, but as soon as someone had shown interest in you, ellie couldn't stop herself. "you and i have nothing to talk about." you stringently reply, and this causes the taller girl to make a face of disbelief while she lets out a scoff. "nothing to talk about? seriously? if you don't remember, i'm ellie williams, you know the 'old friend' you did every single position with." ellie cattily reintroduces herself, and you nearly drop the phone in your hand due to the bluntness of the absurd comment.

"yes, it's pretty hard to forget the emotionally unavailable woman who strung me along all year. thanks for the reminder. i'll catch you later." you try to walk away but a hand on your wrist causes you to face her and pull your hand away as if the touch physically burned. ellie pulls her own hand back, putting her arms up in a surrendering position as she stares at you with pure hurt. she knew she shouldn't have grabbed you, but did you really hate her so much that her mere touch angers you? for a moment your face softens just a bit, and your angry facade begins to crumble. that's when ellie can see how exhausted you look.

"you never answered any of my texts or calls." ellie is dancing around what she truly wants to say. she's clearly stalling in order to keep you around for as long as she possibly can. missing you hurts, and it feels as though a piece of her is standing right in front of her, cruelly taunting her while simultaneously reminding her of what she lost. "i've been busy." your response is simple, and blunt. so unlike the blabbering mess you once were with her. "busy? i call bullshit. i went from seeing you every day, to not seeing you at all. what the fuck happened?" ellie finally asks, and you nearly scoff, letting a shaky exhale of disbelief. "what happened?? you know what happened! you're what happened!" you snap, losing the cool you've been trying so hard to keep. "and for awhile i was okay with it. i was content with hiding out in your apartment, playing the 'cool girl' who doesn't demand a label. i was alright with every breadcrumb you tossed my way, but you changed. you started treating me different and acting like you didn't care anymore... and then i realized you were still messing with other girls and it hurt. it hurt because i realized i had been stupid enough to think what we were doing was different. i thought i was different. i thought you were different." you shake your head in dismay, staring at the brunette with pure disgust.

ellie feels like her shoes are embedded into the ground. she can't seem to move. "who told you that? who told you i was messing with other girls?" ellie asks a bit angrily. she has a number of people she can think of who'd lie and try to break you two up. like your ex girlfriend abby anderson, ellie hated the single thought of her. you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest tightly, "nobody had to tell me. i saw you with some girl at the bar. the night i left." you snap, and ellie shakes her head. "so you left because of that?! because i was talking to a girl!? nothing even happened!" ellie stresses, and you close your eyes for a few seconds.

"even if nothing happened, you had been pushing me away for months, and when i saw how you were looking at her... it hurt me. badly." the way your voice wavers causes a pang of guilt to hit ellie like a truck. you take a deep breath, unable to pinpoint ellie's expression. to you, it felt as though she was looking right through you. "i realized i was holding onto someone who didn't want to be held down, so i left." you finish strongly, masking away your hurt, and ellie stares at you as if you've grown an extra head. "so you didn't even bother talking to me?? you just decided to go?" she asks, having the gall to look upset. "yes! i wasn't gonna stick around for someone who didn't even want me around anymore!" you raise your voice while ellie clenches her fists. "i never once said i didn't want you around!" she yells back, and she gets into your personal space. if you weren't so angry, you'd have realized how close she is now. "you didn't have to say anything, ellie, i felt it!" you nearly scream, and there's this heavy silence that follows afterward. the only thing you can hear is the busy, bustling streets of seattle; full of ongoing cars, taxis, and people on the sidewalk (that would pass and eye you both).

ellie is staring at you with that familiar expression you can never seem to place, and as you stare back, you wish you could read her mind. you wish you knew what was going through her head. you wish you could look at her, and see the ellie you fell in love with. but you see someone you barely recognize, so different from the girl you used to have. you wonder if you ever had her to begin with. in a flash her hands are gripping your waist and pushing you into the nearby alleyway. she pushes you against the nearest wall, her lips attacking yours and you're not in control of your body as you desperately kiss her back.

you aren't quite sure what to do with your hands as you kiss ellie back, your brain has seemed to register her assault on your lips far quicker than your body has. her tongue ends up battling with your own. when she pulls away, her lips continue their assault, but this time down to your neck. she kisses down your jawline, all the way down to your pulse point. your breath hitches, and your hands instinctively end up in her hair. "e-ellie." you breathe out, and your broken moan is antagonizing. it reminds her how much she's missed this. how much she’s missed you. you feel her teeth grazing your skin, as her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips. a whimper escapes your lips when she sinks her canines into your soft, sensitive skin.

she's definitely leaving a mark, and in this moment your head is too foggy to care. all you can think about is how good ellie's kisses feel, and you're way past the point of trying to muffle your pathetic noises anymore. you close your eyes, your fingertips grazing her scalp, ruining her messy, short hair. you gasp when you feel one of her hands squeezing your right breast, practically groping you and you allow it. that's when ellie leans further into you, one of her legs pushing your legs apart, allowing access for her knee to meet your jean covered center. as soon as her hard knee comes into contact with your desperately aroused center, your head spins. "e-ellie wh—" your question is cut short as soon as ellie grips your waist again, leaning in and silencing you with a rough kiss.

you can't help but kiss her back, mewling into the kiss as soon as she moves your waist with a her strong, calloused hands; causing you to grind on her knee. as soon as she applies a little pressure, you see stars; your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and jeans, as she stimulates you with her leg in some seedy alleyway. you aren't even aware of the little muffled sounds your making, and when ellie breaks the kiss, you clamp down on your bottom lip with your top teeth. "fuck i missed you so much." ellie breathes out, the sound of her voice getting you off even more as a gush of arousal drenches your cotton panties. your hands cup her face; fingertips tracing her cheeks and jawline as you shamelessly thrust yours against her leg. you haven't even thought about sleeping with anyone since you left ellie, up until tonight, and now here you were using her knee to get yourself off downtown.

ellie's hands trail up your waist, and end up sliding underneath your shirt, urgently needing to feel your skin. her cold hands cause a trail of goosebumps to run up and down your body, as you feel that familiar pressure of arousal. you nearly cry out as she begins to nip and gnaw on your neck again. it’s been so long since you’ve felt this good. your back arches off the wall, as she hungrily kisses you. you've always reveled in ellie's kisses; she kisses like she's breathing for the first time, with such need and intensity. she's always been able to make your head spin with a simple kiss. "so fucking pretty. my pretty needy girl." she breathes out against your neck, her words causing you to grow even closer to climatic ecstasy. it felt so good, but the humiliation of cumming on your exes knee in a public alley way causes you to hold back.

ellie can feel it. she knows you're holding yourself back, and she's having none of it. she knows you like the back of her hand, and she knows exactly what to do and say to get you off. "did you really think that girl back at the bar could've gotten you off this easily?" ellie asks as she pulls away from your neck, and kisses your jaw sloppily, all the way up your jawline and to your earlobe. "tell me baby, would you have gone home with her if she asked?" ellie's breathless, raspy voice sends a thrill down your spine and your fingernails dig into the back of her neck. she can tell you're close by those needy noises you're failing to suppress. you shake your head, it's so unfair of her to ask you something right now and expect an answer when you can barely form a coherent thought.

"el–ellie p-please." you moan out, attempting to hide your rosy pink face in the crook of her neck. "did you really think i was gonna sit around and let someone else take my girl home?" ellie's words cause your hips to buck, and your eyes widen as you realize you're so close. you whimper, "st-stop. talking." you command breathlessly, and she lets out a cruel chuckle. regardless of her taunting expression, you continue to thrust your hips in a grinding motion, your arms clinging to the back of her neck while her body supports you. you can feel how wet you are and it's only a matter of seconds (minutes if you're lucky), before you end up orgasming at the hands of ellie fucking williams. the exact woman you've been so miserably trying to forget about.

"it's okay baby, let yourself go. i can feel how much you need this. whoever's been taking care of you hasn't been doing a very good job, huh princess?" she begins whispering in that loving way that always drove you over the edge. "that's a good girl, just like that. fuck i missed my pretty little cunt." that's what does it. ellie calling your cunt hers, it sends you over the edge and ellie can feel your body lightly trembling in her arms. her grip on you tightens, and she holds you close. ellie begins whispering sweet nothings as she places kisses on the top of your head, allowing you to come down from cloud nine.

you're trying to get your breathing under control, and your heart rate is slowly returning back to normal. that's when it hits you. the post-orgasm clarity. you push ellie away, straightening out your top, then you smooth out your hair before putting on a scowl. "that shouldn't have happened." you state, still a bit breathless, and ellie takes a step back, but is still staring at you with that hungry expression. "but it did." her tone is hard, yet you can hear the light tremble in her voice. the fear in her eyes is clear as day. she's just as terrified as you are. "i-i have to go." you stutter out, nearly stumbling as your shaky legs try to get as far away from ellie as you can.

every instinct inside of her is screaming to chase after you, but she doesn't. she's planted to the ground, standing there thinking about what just happened. she's hooked up with a number of girls since you left, and not a single time has been as hot as this instance. and she didn't even need to take your clothes off. ellie wasn't an expert at love or relationships, but she did know one thing, she wasn't going to let you get away again.

#lgbtq #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader jealous #jealous ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #lesbian fanfic #fanfic #jealousy #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x fem reader

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weirdthinkingdragon · 5 months

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I know it's really late, but yandere Ethan Winters. (He deserves better than Mia even before RE7, fight me.)

RE7Yandere Ethan Winters x reader/you

warnings: a few rather changed canon events, spoilers (kinda re8 spoilers too with one thing?), have a bit of buildup to living with him as yandere, clingy, unwanted touch, obsessive, bit of coercion, delusional behavior, sorta stockholm in a way?

(Before yandere) Ethan who you befriended while Mia was gone and offered to come with. You just had a bad feeling and didn't want him going alone. Somehow he agreed.

Cue you loyally following him and helping him every step of the way. You two watching out for each other and saving each other's asses on way more than just one occasion.

As time passes he slowly starts to feel as if he doesn't love Mia anymore. She still wouldn't tell him anything, and has kept many secrets from him in the past he eventually found out. He's having his doubts of why and how she's here even though she explained it before. The more he thinks of it, the more it feels like another lie. But you haven't lied to him. Kept serious secrets from him even if you were just friends. Even though he's only known you for like two years, you've shared everything with him. You were his rock, his staple to keep everything together when she was gone.

You never see Eveline, but Ethan does and she's not very happy of his slow change of heart. He starts latching onto you, always grabbing your hand whenever you both have to rush somewhere. Or even when it seems to be a minute breather of everything going on. You take it as him just making sure not to split up and lose each other.

That's partially true, but not fully. It's a constant, festering need that rapidly starts to grow in him to always feel you close. Even he himself at the beginning thought that it was worry you both would end up splitting up too. You're the only sane one around him besides Zoe, but she isn't physically around him in this hell. However, he quickly figures out and accepts the truth. He can't tolerate you no longer being around him.

It may be the place itself. It may be him. It may be some sort of fucked up trauma this place is giving him, or even a mix of all three. But none of it matters. Only you do at this point. He never felt as close with Mia as he feels with you now, and no longer even cares for her.

All he wants now is to get out of here with you. But he has no idea what way to get out of this hell, so he'll listen to Zoe until then. He does have a growing resentment for Mia though. Compared to you, he should have seen so many red flags from her in the past. And look now where that's made him and you end up. As a "gift" he's saving several 44 Magnum bullets he plans on using on them. Sure, it might not kill Mia anymore, but it sure as hell will at least slow her down for a while. He also doesn't like how aggressive she is on you compared to him. Sure, none of your limbs have been cut off, you haven't gotten any near-fatal injuries, but it's still bad she's targeted you first every time she comes back.

You two take a short rest break. You lean against his shoulder and end up falling asleep from the now lack of adrenaline rushing through your body.

He lets you. Zoe can wait. Lucas can for sure wait. Mia can definitely wait. It's only you who is important. He also takes the chance and injects you with the serum. You likely don't need it in the first place. He will not have Eveline trying to corrupt you. Try to take you from him. No. One. Can. He won't let them. He'll fight her with his dying breath if he has to as long as you make it out alive.

It eventually comes to a head of Zoe and Mia needing the serum.

Now he's thinking he should have waited until now to inject you to show Mia as a final "fuck you". Oh well. Doing it earlier guaranteed they couldn't swipe it from him if he tried to inject you then.

That's when you think of something. "Wait a minute. Would the serum even work?" The three look at you like you're crazy.

"Why would Eveline give the Baker's family the one thing that could kill her? She's likely not the only thing like her created. Could it be a fake from her knowing Zoe was searching?"

Now Zoe looks at you like you're stupid, while Mia looks like she had a terrifying realization. "That's a very far stretch."

Mia shakes her head, knowing she has to reveal what she's done. "No... It does."

Zoe sighs. "then it must be in the crashed ship they came on."

"the... what ship?" Ethan is trying real hard not to be upset right now. He injected you with a useless serum??

you all decide to get on the boat for now to go to the ship.

Things didn't go as planned as you guys crashed somehow at the ship, and Eveline took Ethan away.

You were wary of her from how many times she previously attacked you, but for now it really seemed she didn't want to. She admitted what she actually was, making you feel really bad for both her and Ethan.

She found the actual serum that will kill Eveline and gave it to you, yelling at Eveline all the while.

Eventually you and Mia find Ethan and work together to pull him out.

She manages to push you and Ethan out the door before closing it. He didn't put up much a resistance, just more confused what she was doing.

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It finally comes to a close when you and Ethan get in the helicopter, and you're relieved to see Mia. Ethan... He's not. Especially after finding out by you he was right. She WAS a part in all the hell Eveline caused, and was even her "handler". That just drastically furthered he doesn't want a thing to do with her anymore.

She took it hard he didn't want to start over with her. Even tried to manipulate him. Since he no longer loved her he could see the signs a mile away, making himself even more angry at his past self for ignoring all of her bad things.

It didn't work. But he did beg you to live with him for at least a while. You were pressured by the Blue Umbrella agreeing with him and wanting to keep a close eye on you two for a while. He was thrilled by his luck of them agreeing.

The clinginess came on FAST. Everywhere you went in the house, or anywhere out of the house, he followed you like a lost puppy. Watching a movie? you better cuddle up to him or he's wrapping his arm around your shoulders to have you lean on him.

The most uncomfortable to you was sharing the same bed, and him cuddling you then as well. You tried to take it again as him just traumatized from the events of before. You know you sure as hell are and still scrub yourself raw every shower remembering the textures of everything. And also feeling bad for him losing Mia. He told you they broke up.

One day out of the blue he started calling you pet names. Hasn't even been a month when he started doing that. You weren't into that type of thing with a friend, and told him to knock it off.

It didn't work. He just became more adamant on it. He wanted to be with you. He absolutely loves you and every single little thing about you.

Now that blew you away. He's gotta be out of his mind. You try to ask Blue Umbrella to move, but they deny. It's as if they don't want you from him either. They don't. They know what he is but thought it would be better not to tell him. They comply to what he wants though to keep him stable. And to run tests on him, which he complies with it that will keep them making you stay with him. He doesn't think that way though.

In some sort of twisted logic in his mind, he doesn't think they're making you stay with him. You just need a little persuasion to realize how you really feel.

It's much more than persuasion though. More like light coercion by the Blue Umbrella. Warnings you'd never get to see your friends or family again did it. Now you can, but Ethan has to be with you, and you absolutely cannot tell them anything of what happened.

You hate to admit it, but as time went on, you started to love Ethan back, craving the constant touches. His constant words of praise, love, adoration, and anything else possible slowly broke your resolve of refusing to love him from it feeling wrong. He almost seemed to worship the floor you walked on, catered everything to you. Spoiled you with everything possible, and with the money given by Umbrella, anything was on affordable range.

You eventually surprise him with a kiss on his lips, sealing your fate together with him further. But hey, at least you're both happy now.

#yandere x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere re7 #yandere ethan winters #yandere ethan winters x reader #yandere ethan winters x you #resident evil 7 #ethan winters

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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helloo! could you write high school wandanat x reader where they’re enemies to lovers? wandanat are already a couple. wandanat and r are part of different friend groups in school, and there’s a lot of tension between the two groups, maybe because of a past event. wandanat and r have a class together and are put in a group, forcing them to work together and spend time with each other. eventually the 3 start to become friends, and end up falling for each other

Group project

Summary: Proximity warms hearts.

Pairing: WandaNat x female!reader

Warnings: everyone is a bit mean, cursing, a bit steamy in the end I suppose

Word count: 3186

a/n: I’m sorry I’m not very good at writing enemies to lovers, so I don’t really know what this is

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

“Why are they staring at us?” Kate mumbles as she shoves food into her mouth. “They are like, obsessed or something.”

Y/N glances to the direction Kate is staring at. It’s the popular table. No one really understands what their deal is, they just don’t like people who aren’t part of their group. No one knows if they just think they’re better than everyone or if something happened. But at the end of the day, pretty much all the groups are like that.

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugs, turning back to her lunch. “You look kinda obsessed with them right now.”

Kate looks at Y/N with her mouth open and brows raised. “I am not.”

“Okay.” Y/N mumbles with a slight smile.

“I am not!”

Taking a bite out of her food, Y/N nods slowly, not looking at Kate, but still knowing what kind of look she has in her face. “I heard you.”

Kate humphs, annoyed by the grin on Y/N’s face. She stabs her food and eats as angrily as she can, just to show Y/N the level of annoyance she is at. However, all this just amuses her even more.

“So, you’ll be doing the project with me that Ms Harkness said we’ll do, right?”

“I don’t know anymore.” Kate shrugs. “Maybe I’ll do it with Yelena.”

“Oh, come on. You hate doing school work with Yelena.”

“The only thing she does is slack off.” Dropping her fork to the empty plate, Kate turns to look at Y/N. “I’m doing it with you.”

“Listen up, students!” Ms Harkness claps her hands, quietening down the classroom. “We are trying something different today. I’m going to assign your project’s groups.” The whole class starts groaning and whining, all of them having made plans with their friends already. “I know, I know. This is the ends of the world for you. Anyways,” she takes out a list, “I have the groups written here, so listen closely.”

As Ms Harkness lists off the groups, the students start moving into said groups. The more time goes on without her saying Y/N or Kate’s name, they get excited as the possibility of them being in the same group grows every second.

“Next group. Kate Bishop…” Kate and Y/N’s ears perk up, both waiting anxiously for the latter’s name to appear. “Yelena Belova and Gwen Stacy.”

The two deflate, sending each other disappointed looks before Kate moves from the desk next to Y/N. She looks around the classroom, trying to see which students are still without a group. When she notices everyone but two people with their own groups, her eyes widen.

“And last but not least, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Shit.” She whispers to herself. With her luck, of course she gets paired up with the couple. Y/N sees them sitting on the dow in front of her, unmoving, so she grabs her bag and makes her way over to them.

She moves a desk bit closer to them, but far enough so it doesn’t touch either of their desks, and sits down. “Now that all of you have your groups, pick a subject and start working on the project. We’ll be doing it this whole class, but after that it’s a thing you have to do on your own time.” Everyone starts groaning again. “I know, I’m horrible. Start working.”

Before Y/N can even think about saying something, Wanda opens her mouth. “We already decided the topic to be how AI was doomed from the start, because they learn from biased people.”

“Okay.” Y/N mumbles. “Uhm, what should I do?”

Natasha shrugs, opening her laptop. “Just look some info on AI. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Nodding silently, Y/N opens her laptop and starts searching any kind of information on AI and its future. She stays quiet the whole class, not finding any openings in Natasha and Wanda’s conversation.

When the class ends, Y/N’s mood is on the floor. She is not feeling good about the project. “We’re going to our dorm after school ends to work on the project, so see you there, I guess.” Wanda says as she puts her things in her bag.

“Where is your dorm?”

Natasha sighs. “Building B, fourth floor, dorm number 405.” She tells in a quick manner, leaving immediately after.

Y/N looks after them with a dumbfounded look until Kate comes up behind her, wrapping her arms around her neck. “How’d it go?”

“Awful.”

Yelena walks to them, laughing mockingly at Y/N’s misfortune. “Our project is going great.”

“That’s because you didn’t do anything.” Kate frowns, letting go of Y/N’s neck only to lock their arms together. “Me and Gwen did all the work so far. Your contribution was whining.”

Yelena shrugs, following the two as they start walking to their next class. The three are tight together, though out of the two Kate and Y/N are clearly like sisters, because while Yelena has other friends, the pair have stuck together their whole life.

Y/N giggles quietly at their squabbling. They never seemed to agree on anything, but that was just their way of showing that they care about each other.

“Well, at least I don’t have Yelena on my group.”

Scoffing, Yelena punches Y/N’s side lightly.

Standing in front of the dorm room 405, Y/N takes a deep breath. She’s holding one of her fists up in the air, ready to knock. Music can be heard through the door. Wanda and Natasha are already there.

She knocks.

The music quietens down and Wanda opens the door. She says nothing when she sees Y/N, only widens the gap so she can step inside.

“Hi.” Y/N mumbles, almost too quiet for the two to hear. She looks around the room. The two single beds have been pushed together to form one big bed to the left side. There’s a bookcase on the end of it and two desks against the opposite wall.

The floor is neat, it only has a rug on it, but the walls are full of decorations. There’s pictures of people from the school and celebrities, posters of different movies and artists, even some vinyls are pinned to them.

Y/N clears her throat as Wanda goes back to sitting by the desk, right next to Natasha. “Cool room.”

Natasha nods in acknowledgment. Wanda did most of the decorating, but she likes it too. “We don’t have any more chairs, so, like sit on the floor or something.”

Too tired to fight against it, Y/N sits on the floor and takes out her things. “Me and Nat already started on our slides, we thought it’d be best to just do them individually.”

“Okay.”

And so, they start working on the project. Like during the class, Wanda and Natasha discuss points together, while Y/N stays quiet and does her own thing. It’s uncomfortable, but she’s not about to start a conversation with the two.

It goes like this for the next three meetings.

Y/N’s head is laying on the cafeteria table. She’s not feeling too good and the loud conversation going on isn’t helping at all. “Shut up.” The words come out more quiet than she wanted to.

Someone’s hand goes to her neck. “You’re really hot.” Kate frowns.

“Thanks.”

Kate groans and Yelena laughs. With a roll of her eyes, Kate ignores the comment. “I’m serious. Should you even be in school right now?”

“I can’t miss anything, plus I have to go work on the project today.”

“Can’t you skip this one time? I’m sure they won’t mind.” Kate’s hand goes to lay on Y/N’s back, rubbing it softly to bring some comfort.

Y/N scoffs. “Have you seen how they look at me? They’d kill me if I didn’t show up.”

“Well,” Kate cringes, “yeah. Probably.”

“Why do you care?” Yelena speaks up. “You’re a hard worker. You deserve a break, especially when you’re sick.”

“I don’t have time to be sick. Gotta keep my grades high.”

Yelena shakes her head. “You’re crazy.” She mumbles, going back to her lunch.

Once again, Y/N is knocking on Wanda and Natasha’s door. Her nose is stuffed and there’s loud bounding in her head, but she tries her best to ignore it.

Natasha opens the door and lets her in before going back to her seat. It’s the same as it has always been, Natasha and Wanda sitting beside their desks, while Y/N is on the floor.

Y/N isn’t sure if time is moving fast or slow, or if it’s moving at all. She feels like she has been writing forever, but the small clock on the bottom of her laptop screen hasn’t moved in ages. The conversation going on between Natasha and Wanda is muffled. It sounds like they’re much further away than they truly are.

She has been breathing through her mouth for some time, as her nose isn’t letting any air through. Leaning her head against her open palm, Y/N closes her eyes, just for a moment.

“Y/N?” Someone is shaking her shoulder. They’re doing it gently, but to Y/N it feels like her whole body is going through turmoil. “Did you fall asleep?”

Opening her eyes, Y/N sees Wanda in front of her. “Uhm,” she looks around the surroundings, catching up her brain on what’s going on, “no?” She mumbles.

Natasha furrows her brows together. She’s still sitting on her chair, but her attention is fully on Y/N. “Are you okay?”

“I am, yes, sorry.” Lifting up her head, Y/N shakes it to wake herself up. “Sorry.”

The back of Wanda’s hand goes to lay on Y/N’s forehead. It should be surprising, but her brain is too foggy to register it. “I think she’s sick.” Wanda turns to look at Natasha, talking to her rather than half awake Y/N. “Like really sick.”

“Do we have a thermostat?” Natasha mumbles, going to look for one in their bathroom. As she finds it, she brings it to Wanda and crouches down next to her.

Wanda presses on Y/N’s jaw to open her mouth and stick the thermostat under her tongue. Y/N grumbles at the feeling of it, but lets it be there.

When the thermostat beeps, Wanda takes it out, frowning at the number on it. “She has a fever.”

“I’m fine, you guys.” Y/N rubs her forehead, hoping it’ll lessen some of the pressure. “Lets keep working on the project.”

“No.” Natasha glances at the laptop screen, it’s showing the project’s slide show. “You have spelled every other word incorrectly.”

Humming, Y/N squints her eyes to look at the small words on the screen. She frowns as the words don’t come any clearer, realizing she must be sicker than she thought.

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Where are your friends?”

“Kate and Yelena are working on their project in the library in town, I think.” Y/N starts coughing. It racks up her whole body and hurts her throat. She misses the way Natasha and Wanda look at each other.

Wanda helps Y/N up while Natasha cleans up her things. She brings her to their bed, moving the cover so she’s laying under it. “Go to sleep.” She mumbles.

Natasha and Wanda stay by the bed next to Y/N until evening, when Kate comes knocking on their door, worried when Y/N still hasn’t come back to their dorm.

Over a week goes by, during which Y/N heals properly and starts working on the project again. However, after being sick, Natasha and Wanda have started to sit on the floor with Y/N, and even engage in conversations with her.

Now that her mind wasn’t so foggy, she started to notice the little things. Sometimes the couple looked at each other with a certain look when they were with her, it wasn’t bad, so to say, but Y/N doesn’t know what it is. And sometimes their eyes linger on her just a bit too long for it to be considered normal.

Although, all these things make her wonder what it all means, she ignores it all. Or at least tries to.

“Hey, Y/N.” Wanda’s hand sets on Y/N’s shoulder

Kate’s eyes are wide as she watches Y/N turn to Wanda and Natasha. “Yup?” It feels weird to have someone like Wanda touch her, still, she puts on her best smile and tries not to reveal how tense she is.

“We though we should finish the project today, so we can have the weekend free. Is that okay?”

It’s the first time they ask her opinion on their plans.

“Sure.”

Natasha smiles, grabbing Wanda’s hand. “Great, see you later.” The two walk away.

Kate stares at Y/N with an open mouth. She leans closer to her to whisper yell. “They totally have the hots for you!” She laughs quietly, so the other people in the library wouldn’t hear her.

“What?” Y/N’s brows scrunch together as her whole face turns into a grimace. “No they don’t! Are you crazy?”

“Oh, come on. Did you not see they way they were looking at you?” Kate gasps, looking at the book she is currently in the middle of. “This is the perfect lesbian, enemies to lovers story!”

“No, Kate, I’m not in one of your spicy sapphic books.”

Kate raises her brows, glancing at the cover of her book. “You could be.” She mumbles with a shrug. She is pretty sure Y/N looks just like one of the main characters on the book cover, but she denies it every time. Glancing at the clock, she grins. “You better go get ready to go to their dorm and have hot, hot sex with them.” Kate whispers the last part of the sentence.

Y/N stands up with a huff. “I am not going to have hot sex with them!” She says it just a bit too loudly, making someone on the next table turn to look at them. “I’m not having sex with anyone!” Grabbing her bag, Y/N walks out of the library while Kate giggles after her.

Natasha opens the door with a small grin. “Come on in.” Y/N smiles and steps in, sitting to the floor where Wanda is already. She takes out her laptop, getting it ready for working. Natasha sits right next to her, which makes Y/N freeze momentarily.

“Do you usually work even when you’re sick?” Wanda asks suddenly. They haven’t really discussed what happened that day yet, not that Y/N really wanted to talk about it. She’s still mortified that happened. She nods quietly, making Wanda frown. “You really shouldn’t.”

Y/N shrugs. “It’s fine.”

“No.” Wanda says quite assertively. “Don’t do it again.”

“Oh, okay..” Y/N doesn’t know why Wanda is being so…worried, she also doesn’t know why she is agreeing with her. She misses the shared smirk between Wanda and Natasha, turning to her work instead, so she could escape the overwhelming feeling.

They start working on the project, only having two slides left to do. They swap ideas and talk through their points. Y/N actually feels good with them. They’re nice now that they are including her.

It only takes them thirty minutes to finish the project, mostly because Natasha and Wanda hurried it for some reason.

“So,” Wanda starts as they pack away their things, “do you want to stay here for a while?”

Tilting her head, Y/N closes her bag. “Do you want me to stay?” Her question comes out very doubtful.

“Of course, детка.” Natasha’s voice is right by her ear, it makes Y/N shiver. “Why are you so nervous?” She can hear the teasing tone behind her words. Natasha’s hand goes to Y/N’s back, just staying there innocently, though it feels anything but.

Before she can answer, Wanda moves closer to put her hand on Y/N’s bare knee. “You don’t have to be nervous with us, you know that, right?” Her thumb rubs it lightly, happy that Y/N decided to wear a short skirt today.

“Right.” Mumbling, Y/N stares at the hand on her knee intensely. The touch makes her skin feel hot and tingly.

Wanda’s hand travel up to her hip, while Natasha’s goes under Y/N’s shirt. Natasha’s cold hand makes her gasp quietly.

“Can I kiss you?” Wanda’s voice is breathy and sultry.

“I guess.” Y/N’s voice is quiet and anxious, her mind is going everywhere at once and she still isn’t 100% sure if this all is actually happening.

Tutting, Wanda shakes her head. “It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart.”

“Yes.”

Wanda grins. “Good girl.” Her hand goes to Y/N’s neck, pulling her closer to kiss her. It’s soft, but still dominant on Wanda’s side. Natasha starts nipping Y/N neck gently, now moving both of her hands up her shirt.

“Holy shit.” Y/N mumbles when Wanda’s mouth moves from her lips down to her collarbone.

Seeing the opening, Natasha combs her fingers through her hair, gripping it and pulling her head back. She smirks at Y/N’s expression before taking her turn in kissing her. Natasha’s lips are more rough, but it still feels out of this world.

When Natasha pulls away, one of her hands go to rest on Y/N’s throat, while the other wraps around her waist and pulls her close, so Y/N’s back is against her chest.

“Fuck.” Natasha grumbles. “You are so hot.”

All the attention on her is making Y/N feel extremely warm. Her breathing is ragged as Wanda’s hands go under her shirt and up her chest. “We like to be a bit rough, but you don’t mind that, do you?” Wanda looks at Y/N with a grin, holding eye contact with her.

“I don’t mind.”

“Good.” With that, Wanda rips Y/N’s shirt open.

“You had hot sex with them!” Kate squeals right as Y/N steps inside their dorm. “I knew it.” Y/N shushes her, slamming the door closed so no one in the hallway could hear her. “I can’t even be mad at them anymore. Are you like, theirs now?”

“I’m no ones.”

Kate stares at the hickeys littered all over Y/N’s neck and the hoodie, that definitely isn’t hers. “They definitely think you are.” She can’t even keep her giggles in as Y/N shuffles over to her bed, tired by what happened. “They really did a number on you.”

With a loud groan, Y/N throws her pillow blindly towards Kate, who dodges it easily.

“I can’t wait to tell Yelena.”

“Don’t you dare!” But it’s no use, Kate is already out the door.

Y/N sighs, laying her head to the, now pillow-less, mattress. Closing her eyes, she lets a giddy smile come over her face.

She’s definitely theirs now.

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just-a-creep-babe · 8 months

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Graveyard Shift - Part 4

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Commissioned once more by anonymous!! Tysm & I hope you enjoy!!! 🫶💗💝💓✨

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Things between (y/n) and the masked man change after that incident at work

When he returns to the hospital almost a full week later, asking for more supplies, the girl’s less hesitant to get him what he needs

It’s the least she can do after he saved her

She tries not to ask too many questions, despite her burning curiosity, because she knows he won’t give a straight answer anyway

He’s going to keep being all mysterious, keep toying with her, and it’s just going to frustrate her even further

So instead, she tries to get through the interaction as quickly and painlessly as possible

There’s almost this sort of formal professionalism between the two as they interact

And when he leaves her unscathed yet again, she starts wondering what his real intentions truly are

Over the next few weeks, it becomes a sort of semi-regular occurrence for him to show up

She brings him what he asks for, no questions asked, and the two inevitably begin growing more comfortable with one another

Ultimately, she realizes it’s probably better for her peace of mind to not know what he’s doing with all of those supplies, anyways

The more she sees him, the more she interacts with him, the more it becomes glaringly obvious that he’s definitely not human

And while part of her refused to believe it at first, it becomes so undeniable that she’s left with no other choice but to accept it

There’s simply no way a mere human would’ve been able to catch her from that fall, no way a human would be able to dedicate so much time to watching her like he does, and absolutely no way a human could have such uncanny grace and balance despite an obvious lack of eyes

But even as it dawns on her that she’s, for whatever reason, acquired an inhuman stalker, there’s just something almost… calming about his presence

It’s like he wanted to scare her at first, like he was testing her with those gifts and letters, and now that she’s passed his tests, he’s become more accepting of her

Like he’s come to view her as an equal instead of just some toy for his amusement

Or, at least, that’s about the best guess she can currently hazard

Either way, her fear and uncertainty gradually morph into something different

Even when she feels him peering at her from his hiding spots, she no longer feels afraid

If anything, his unspoken presence almost becomes a strangely welcomed familiarity

Eventually, she becomes practically desperate to learn more about him

She figures that the more information she has on him, the better, which leads her to a trip down to the local library

She checks out a decently sized stack of books dealing with the supernatural, stops by a cafe to grab herself a coffee and some fresh pastries, and then heads back home

It’s a dreary day, with heavy black clouds rolling in, and she’s thankful she isn’t working tonight; commuting in a rainstorm is never a fun time

As soon as she gets home, she splays out the books alongside her scientific texts, and although seeing them side-by-side creates a jarring contradiction, it seems there’s more to the world than modern science can explain, after all

While her coffee is still warm, she begins pouring through the well-aged papers

Skimming through most of them, she tries to find anything on masked stalkers, black tar oozing from eyes, and any known causes of superhuman strength and reflexes

But even after a few hours of research, her findings are, unfortunately, mostly inconclusive

The closest she gets is something about cult sacrifices and rituals, but the books seem to primarily dismiss those kinds of notions

With a sigh, she figures it might just be hopeless

When she finally looks up from the papers, she realizes it’s dark outside, and rain is pelting loudly against the windows

Her thoughts escape briefly to her stalker; she wonders where he is and what he’s doing right now

When suddenly, thinking of the devil, a flash of lightning strikes, illuminating the streets for a brief millisecond, but it’s more than enough time for her to see him

His silhouette is all too familiar—tall and dark, with that distinct azure blue mask staring directly at her

He’s standing beneath a tree, like he’s trying to avoid the storm, but there’s no way he’s not getting soaked out there

(Y/n) bites her lip, chewing it between teeth

It’s objectively ridiculous to be worried about your stalker, and she knows that

But she just can’t help feeling bad for him

And really, this could be the perfect opportunity to find out more about him

Why sift through musty old books when she could just ask him directly?

And surely, the chances of him answering honestly must be higher if she does him a favor by letting him in like this

Or, at least, that’s what she tells herself

But, truth be told, she’s always been too soft, too considerate of other people

No matter who someone was or what they might’ve done, she’s always been the type to help them out

It’s the main reason why she pushed herself through all those grueling years in med school, why she ended up with her career in the first place

She’s always wanted to help people—it’s who she fundamentally is as a person; she couldn’t help it in the past, and she sure as hell can’t help it now

Which is why, even now, even if anyone in their right state of mind would absolutely not consider doing what she’s about to do, she still stands, makes her way to the door, and opens it

Rain immediately infiltrates the entrance, pattering against the first few inches of the wooden floor, and (y/n) has to step back to avoid getting wet

She hugs her arms around herself, squinting into the darkness in search of the familiar figure

She doesn’t see him through the storm, but there’s absolutely no doubt in her mind that he’s still out there

She waits a few minutes for lightning to strike again, but when it never comes, she turns around

She’s about to close the door behind her, but she decides against it as an idea comes to mind

Facing away from the door, she waits patiently, mentally counting back from 100

And before she even reaches 50, just like she thought, she suddenly feels him behind her

She should be scared

She most certainly shouldn’t have that small smile of victory on her face

When she hears the distinct click of her front door closing, and when the sound of the storm is muffled through the door once more, only then does she finally turn around

She’d think he wouldn’t be nearly as intimidating when he’s soaked, but she’d be wrong

The way his clothes cling to him only serves to further define his muscular build

She knew he was strong, she didn’t realize he was that strong

Water beads at the dark strands of his hair, framing his deep blue mask while his hoodie, darkened by the water, sticks to his toned body

A flash of lightning suddenly illuminates him from behind, and it somehow makes him look even taller and more intimidating than ever

She’s speechless

He’s attractive

The thought slips up before she can stop it

She clears her throat, trying to push the thought down, and in return, the man tilts his head to the side quizzically

Her face flushes, and she mentally curses herself out for getting so flustered so easily

A brief beat of silence fills the room as the implications of her actions dawn on her

But then, realizing she’s essentially gone past the point of no return, she speaks

“I… Do you want some tea?”

The offer comes out naturally, like second nature, as if she’s hosting an acquaintance and not some inhuman stranger

“…”

He doesn’t answer immediately, and (y/n) wonders if he’s also surprised by her behavior

But then he nods, and without hesitation, the girl turns and leaves to make her way to the kitchen

Standing there, alone in her entrance, dripping wet, Jack isn’t entirely sure what to do with himself

It’s not like he hasn’t been here before, but it’s definitely the first time he’s been here with her knowing and consenting

He feels awkward and out of place, but at the same time, he’s extremely curious as to what she might be planning

He knew there was something different about her—few people would’ve gone and done something like this

He hears her shuffling in the kitchen, opening the pantry and moving things around, and he wonders how she could be so trusting of him after everything he’s done

While she’s preparing the tea, he takes the opportunity to glance at the books she’d been buried in for most of the evening

Flipping the cover over to read the title brings a sharp smile to his face, and he chuckles to himself

Cute, she’s been trying to research him

He flips it back, returning to the page she was on, and reads through one of the paragraphs

It mentions something about demons, but the author was so glaringly making things up that it has Jack huffing

Who would even publish pseudo-garbage like this?

(Y/n) returns a few minutes later, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea and a plate of pastries he assumes were part of the ones she bought earlier today

“You know, it’ll probably be much more comfortable on the couch,” she suggests, nodding her head in the direction of the living room

He doesn’t say anything in response, too busy absorbing as many details of her face as he possibly can in a short amount of time

Because as much as he spends a lot of time watching her, seeing her up close remains a rarity

He usually only gets to see her like this when she’s sleeping, or for a brief few minutes at a time when he’s asking for supplies

As if sensing his eyeless gaze peering into her, she stiffens slightly, and then she shakes her head, as if to brush away a thought, and moves to the living room

He follows behind, sitting next to her on the couch, trying to leave a normal amount of space between the two despite his urge to get closer

And then he can’t help but wince as he’s suddenly acutely aware of how wet the cushions are getting beneath him

She offers him the tea, and he takes it between his hands, letting it warm him up from the storm

Being part demon comes with its perks, and having a resistance to temperatures is one of them, but it still doesn’t mean he’s entirely immune to discomfort

“…Thank you,” he eventually says

A brief look of surprise flashes over her face as he thanks her, but then she smiles

God, her smile’s really pretty, he thinks

“Listen…” she hesitates, and the sound of her voice snaps him out of a trance he didn’t even realize he’d fallen into

How long has he been staring at her lips?

“I… I really don’t know what your deal is,” she admits, “but I know… as crazy as it sounds, I know you’re not… completely human”

Again, he finds himself grinning beneath his mask

She’s been thinking about it—she’s been thinking about him

“And I… I guess I just figured that, you know… if you’re going to keep asking things from me, I, at the very least, want to know more about you. So that things are a bit more even, right?”

Jack takes a second to consider her words

Truth be told—sure, the extra supplies are nice to have as backups—but he doesn’t really need them

He’s only been using them as an excuse to see her more often, and now it seems like he’s finally getting somewhere with her

“What do you wanna know?”

It almost surprises (y/n) how quickly he agrees to opening up

She almost doesn’t know what to start with; she’d been so focused on the different reasons he should agree that she neglected to think of her first question

She decides on just going with the most obvious one

“What’s your name?”

“…Jack,” he answers evenly

Jack?

It, admittedly, somehow isn’t what she was expecting

Jack sounds so unassuming, so… normal

She mumbles his name, repeating it to herself, when she’s suddenly distracted as he pulls up his mask to take a sip of the tea

His jawline is straight-up perfection

An angular bone structure gives way to pretty lips, which carry a sharp-fanged smirk as he brings the rim to his mouth and drinks down the bitter liquid

His Adam’s apple bobs as he does so, and there’s something so effortlessly powerful about him that she’s once again rendered speechless

Jack replaces his mask over his mouth once he’s done

He likes the way his name sounds on her tongue, he decides, he should get her to say it more often

“If we’re asking questions,” he says, “it’s only fair I get a turn as well”

She snorts, the sound is involuntary

“…And what could you possibly have to ask that you wouldn’t already know?”

He snickers at the comment

She’s ballsy—he likes it

“I don’t know everything about you, (y/n),” he rumbles, and he savors the way she shifts in place at the sound of her name coming from his lips, “and your curiosity is mutual”

She pauses again, but then with a nod, she seems to agree

“Alright then, go ahead. Ask away”

For the remainder of the evening, they take turns asking their respective questions

(Y/n) generally answers openly and honestly, only hesitating when she thinks the answer might jeopardize her loved ones’ safety

Jack, on the other hand, is coy and sly about most of his answers, but the bare minimum information he provides seems enough to slake some of her curiosities

Talking to one another comes naturally

It’s easy, simple, and the flow of conversation is pleasantly interesting

Under any other circumstance, Jack knows they would’ve been good friends

He knows she’s still wary of him, rightfully so, and as much as he enjoys her fear, he can’t deny enjoying her friendship, either

He’s going to play nice from now on, he mentally promises himself

When she offers him a pastry, he doesn’t have it in him to refuse

Human food is, by far, his favorite—the texture feels like ash between his teeth, and the taste is bland at best—but he forces himself to swallow it down in a show of good faith

He stays longer than he’d expected, and by the time he realizes he should leave to let her sleep, the storm has died down, turning to a fine mist hanging in the night air

There’s a broad grin on his lips as he leaves for a hunt

Something tells him that won’t be the only time she lets him in

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader #crp ej

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fruity-fruition · 16 days

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More Tenma Siblings Headcanons from the top of my head

Ok this one's more hurt/comfort-ish than my last one

Tsukasa's first creation in terms of script writing and song is actually a really scuffy lullaby made when Saki first felt really bad in the hospital after THE show (the one that made Tsukasa want to become a star).

Tsukasa decided to put on his first self-made show with a song specially for her.

When Toya first came to them upset (specifically the "Never Give Up Cooking!" Flashback), Tsukasa puts on the exact same show for him as well. In his logic, it's because of how well it worked for Saki, but in a more outsider's sense, it's a Tenma initiation. Toya has no escape now. He's stuck as a Tenma.

While the song is really REALLY awkward and scuffed (he's literally a pre-tween leave him be), it becomes a staple between the three.

Eventually, as they grow up, the song does get less awkward with some tweeks in lyrics, rhythm, etc.

It was a bonding moment between them as well, song-writing together. It helped both Saki and Toya discover their absolute love for creating, just like how the song was Tsukasa's first step to creation.

It became a habit for Tsukasa to at least hum it to them when they're cuddling, or when he's comforting them. Toya came running from home and needs a place to stay? He runs his hands through his hair while voicing out the melody. Saki's gets a sudden hit of separation anxiety? She hears the faintest hum coming from her brother, who doesn't mind at all that she's clinging onto him so hard.

This results is both Saki and Toya humming the song whenever they're stressed. Saki sometimes get scolded in the middle of the test for humming (she didn't even realised she started). VBS silently wonders about the melody Toya sings before shows.

There's an area conversation between Emu, Tsukasa and Kaito, where Emu asks Kaito if the flowers always sing the same song. Kaito responds "No, they sing other songs. But they like to sing this one. This song you're always hearing is a song very special to Tsukasa" (or something along those lines). And Tsukasa snaps his finger and went "oh, so that's why it sounded familiar!"

Yeah. Yeah it's this lullaby.

Tsukasa has a bunch of blank memories from his childhood because of how often he suppressed his emotions,

(Fun fact! Suppressing so much emotions can cause amnesia! A really funny thing considering Tsukasa is canonically really forgetful <3)

But this lullaby is the biggest constant thing from his memories. Basically an anchor that his childhood was actually his if that makes sense.

(This one is a bit incoherent sorry I really didn't know how to word this one out)

Saki has separation anxiety due to being ripped away from everything she knew at a young age, and while she thinks she doing better now, she still gets a sudden hit of it randomly.

Days like these, she either asks Leo/Need to hang out, or ask Tsukasa or Toya if she could go with them to practice

The first time the entirety of VBS (-Akito since he's met her earlier) meet Saki, they're majorly confused on why she's there. They're also super confused on why this girl keeps glaring at Akito when Toya's not looking.

Emu is absolutely ECSTATIC that Saki's there. Nene and Rui seem to think having her there offers some sort of improvement too. (Rui's trying to get in her good graces)

Hhhh I'll update if there's more. This is an addition to my previous post.

#pjsk #project sekai #tsukasa tenma #saki tenma #toya tenma #toya aoyagi #tenma siblings #tenma tsukasa #tenma saki #tenma toya #aoyagi toya #prsk #pjsk headcanons #fru posts

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maneskinwh0re · 28 days

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injection stable ~ maria o'hara x fem reader

one shot, nsfw, 18+

cw: dom!maria, fem!miguel, maria o’hara x reader, vampire!maria, mention of drug usage, biting, little blood

wc: 1.4k not full smut, just a spicy lead up bc i like edging you freaks.

"haunted" by beyoncé while you read >:)

cred to og artists - i got these pics from pinterests, not my own !

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location: nueva york, earth-928

it had been almost two weeks since maria stopped taking rapture. every day her relapse had been worse than the last. rapture was a drug maria had taken involuntarily to limit the more dangerous traits of her spider-like behaviors and powers, and she had been addicted to it ever since. she has tried stopping many times, but her relapses became so destructive and severe that she just couldn’t survive without it. you had to pick the lesser of two evils and just remove it from her entirely.

she needed help and extra care during this time, which is the reason you, jessica drew, and peter parker have deemed it necessary to check on her multiple times a day as recruits at headquarters.

“maria?” your voice echoes as you enter her dark office-like room.

no reply.

you sigh before swinging up to her pedestal, seeing her standing over her desk, her face focused on a blinking notification on the holographic screens. her gloved hands were tense on either side of the main keyboard.

“maria?” you repeat softly, taking a cautious step forward and crossing your arms. “what are you doing, spider?”

the nickname you have for her slips out in hopes that it lightens the tension in the air.

it doesn’t. you run a hand through your hair and sigh. “spider?”

her head snaps to the side quickly, allowing you to see her side profile. it’s difficult to tell in the dim lighting, but her wide eyes almost seem bloodshot. you study the sight of her. her holographic red and blue spider suit is snagged and glitchy while her dark hair is tangled yet loosely curled. the bridge of her nose is scrunched and her teeth are barred – that’s when you notice something you've never seen before, it’s almost like she has… fangs?

'hell. no way,' you think to yourself. 'again–it's probably just the lighting. she’s a spiderwoman, not a vampire.'

“maria, do you wanna try going to bed? i could get you something to eat,” you offer, still cautious of her mannerisms. her breathing seems ragged yet slow, but you can tell she needs something in her system. at least, something other than the empanadas from the cafeteria. “hm? how does that sound?”

she only stares at you with that narrow look in her eye that is honestly unnerving, but it drives something inside you crazy. 'it’s only maria,' you tell yourself, 'nothing to be scared of.'

“go home, y/n” she snaps, her voice laced with that smooth, spanish accent. you can see her back muscles tensing through her spider suit as she breathes.

you need more than a few words of attitude to check off if she’s going to be okay. not that you care, it’s more for protocol. no one besides you, jessica, and peter know that maria is off her rapture. it was a 2/3rds vote that one else in the spider society should know that their boss is secretly going through major withdrawal. you thought it would be better for her to take some time off and get some rest, or at least tell the others so her workload can be lightened or something.

again. not that you care.

“spider, i can’t leave without a proper check in. you know this,” you retort with a huff. you don’t understand why this is so easy for peter and jessica. every time you're alone with maria, which isn’t too often, it’s like talking to a damn brick wall. the possibility crosses your mind that she could still hold a grudge towards you for being a so-called 'anomaly' or whatever. that's how you met about four months ago. she's been cold to you ever since.

“so?” you eventually ask. “are you gonna make this easy for me?”

“no.” her tone is growing more agitated, and her brown eyes are still on you as her breaths quicken.

“and why not?” you raise a brow, starting to grow annoyed.

“because you haven’t made this easy for me,” she grits out, her hands balling into fists against the surface of her desk.

'cool. so she has officially lost it,' you think to yourself.

you notice her shift an object in one of her shaky hands until you recognize it to be a half-used rapture needle locked in her tight grip.

'god, damnit.'

“alright, come on,” you sigh, walking towards her.

“y/n,” maria warns. you sense tension in the air rising, but decide to push your luck.

“look, o'hara. i’m no therapist, and i can’t promise i’ll pay attention either, but it could help to just talk about it.” you stretch a hand out to touch her shoulder. “for all i know, your powers or abilities could-”

she turns abruptly and grabs the fabric of your f/c spider suit, letting the needle fall to the floor. the sound of crashing glass rings in your ears. green fluid oozes onto the floor by your feet, and all of a sudden your heightened spider senses are alarming in emergency-like flashes. your mind is racing as your breaths pick up speed in a panic.

you look back up to her towering figure that held your body close. you quickly lift your hands up in a surrendering motion, showing her you mean no harm.

“what are you– i don’t wanna figh–”

your defenses are cut off by the motion of her teeth sinking into your neck. you tense at the feeling as she inhales deeply against your skin.

it was not the lighting earlier. she definitely has fangs.

you feel a hot liquid, of what you can assume is your own blood, dripping down the nape of your neck, and you freeze as she drinks it in. maria is seemingly oblivious that one of her large hands is tangling itself in your h/c hair. you feel her fingers pull on it with intention to tilt your head back, and you allow her to, giving her mouth further access.

your eyes start to roll to the back of your skull as you let yourself almost enjoy her touch. as soon as you start to relax, her mouth pulls away while her tongue laps away any excess bleeding. a soft moan involuntarily escapes your lips from the sensitivity of it all, followed by her name in a breathy, sensual haze.

any control you have left is gone. and you think you're okay with that.

maria’s eyes open to observe the wound she left on your neck. her breaths are warm as her mouth hovers over your skin. she motions as if she’s going in for a second bite, until she pauses, and then pulls away completely. a gloved thumb runs across her bloody lips before her hands grip your waist. she simply pushes you away, creating space between you both as if nothing happened. your expression portrays speechlessness—eyes wide and lips parted slightly. maria’s hands linger on your hips while she avoids eye contact, her focus trailing up and down your frozen body.

a moment passes. you lick your lips and take a breath to speak, but her words cut you off.

“leave now, mi querida.”

she then drops her hands and turns around to lean on her desk. a hand runs through her hair to fix her appearance, and you can only stand still while your eyes level with her back. your body is ridden with shock. a blushful heat creeps its way up your aching neck and face as your mind begins to process what just happened.

you finally regain the consciousness to move, and on your way out, you catch a glimpse of the holographic screen in front of maria, a new notification now reading:

~ injection stable ~

hours pass and you still can’t tell if the darkening marks on your neck are from bruising or her dark lipstick.

or both.

you secretly hope it’s both…

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anyway lol comment if you want more, maybe i'll write full smut soon, requests are open bc idk what to write !!

-bee xx

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