#*Lana Del Rey plays loudly*

[wh0re4elliewilliams]

yes i hate when people are touching me & yes i want someone to hold me.

[14thgalerie]

dreamin' of him

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: a little death by the neighbourhood / fuck it i love you by lana del rey

• word count: 5.7k

• genre: fluff

— a part of this is inspired by this scenario i saw on tiktok, can't exactly remember it which vid it was. anyways enjoy this little random scenario that i'm pretty sure is horrible because i didn't bother to proofread it again.

You shot right up from your sleep, limbs tangled in the sheets that had been strewn about haphazardly. The room is still as dark as it had been when you fell asleep with only the faint light of the full moon serving as your guiding light.

You drop your head onto your hands that sit on your folded knees, pressing the heels of your palm into your eyes until you can only see white. Ignoring the pain only so that you can be rid of the images that keep flashing in your mind.

It was excruciating, it played like a broken VHS record on your parents’ television back home. Every millisecond, a frame of you in such a vulnerable embrace with–

No. Y/N, stop it.

You were grappling with your sanity, feeling yourself incredulous at how such an idea came to fruition in your mind. Several nights’ on the end of this senseless, out-of-the-world dream that popped out of nowhere. The both of you hardly spoke with one another, for Merlin’s sake.

Throwing your head back, giving up on forcing the images out of your thoughts. Your head was spinning. Slamming your temple against the solid, wooden headboard behind you until you hear a ring resonating through your ears.

How did you let yourself get into this? What happened that you are being haunted— if that’s what you would even call it — by these dreams?

It’s been days of sleepless nights and you are plain tired. He must have cursed you. There was no other reason for this, right? He could be annoying when he wanted to be.

With your back resting on the headboard, you see that your dorm mates haven’t gotten back yet. Still, you remain seated as you wonder where they are, staring at the open window to your right.

“You’re the only one that can do this to me, Y/N…”

You gasp and sit straight, slapping your forehead with your open palm, trying to chase the image away. Throwing a glance at your watch that sits on the bedside table, you see that it’s only an hour and a half before you are supposed to wake up.

Exhaling loudly, you shove the blankets away from your body, feeling a warmth creep up on you. Maybe a good, cold, and long shower will distract you for good.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you head straight for the bathroom in your dorm. Now’s one of the few times you are glad that the dorms at Hogwarts have their own showers. 

Looking at the small, worn mirror above the sink, you chuckle humorlessly at how disheveled your appearance is. Anyone who sees you right now might think that your dreams are last night’s reality.

Stepping under the painful cold water, your body unconsciously jolts at the shock. 

Thinking about it makes your heart race. It gives you jitters, too. The feeling wasn't much to your liking. It was distracting. Not to mention it made you feel so... vulnerable. A shiver ran up your spine. You paused for a breath to calm your heightened nerves.

This has to end soon. You couldn’t stand another night spent thinking of him, of all people.  

“I uh- I need to go.” You cough, clearing your throat, hands shaking slightly as you move to stand up. “I still have this essay for Potions.” 

“What- Hey wait, Y/N!” Harry reaches out, nearly missing your arms. 

“Why are you suddenly running off? It’s not due until next week?” Giving you a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Harry. I feel extraordinarily perfect, I just- I wanna go back to my room right now.” You sigh, looking up at him. Your body remains tense under his tight grip. “So please let me go.”

Harry tries to not look disappointed, giving a quick glance back at your two other friends who watch you in silence. “Alright then, but if you need anything, you know where to find us.”

Giving him a small nod before pivoting in your heel, you walked straight to the Great Hall's large entryway. You ignored the way your skin burned with the intensity of the searing eyes that had locked onto you since its entry. 

“Why did you leave in such a hurry?” A cool voice asks from behind you. 

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You conjure up a reply, bluntly.

“Ok- what’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“Nothing!” You reply defensively. Wanting nothing more than to be back within the confines of your dorm room.

“Alright, alright. I got it.” The cool, calm voice waves off an erratic rhythm to your heart. You continue to stare forward along the corridor, paying no mind as he circles around until there is a face attached to the voice. “I was just wondering why you skittered out of the Hall faster than when you were caught by Filch with the Weasley twins.”

Tilting your chin towards your chest, “What do you want, Nott?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, “I was just curious, that is all.”

You scoff at the mockery clear in his tone. “Seriously, what is it? Because if you’re only here to be an annoying twat, I have better places to be.” 

You purposely bump into his shoulder as you make your way past him. Not in the mood to play along with him right now. Not when that stupid smirk of his is reeling images that you have been tirelessly trying to be rid of. Images that are the cause of your cranky attitude in the mornings.

From the corner of your eyes, you see him cock his head slightly to the right. Another thing you hate. He becomes more incessantly annoying when you are visibly annoyed by him.

“Nott.” You warn.

“What?“ He asks, amusement clear in his tone. “Am I not allowed to walk the same grounds that you do now?”

“Walk elsewhere. I am quite sure that you know of other paths from here to wherever you are to go. With your many endeavors, it’ll be stupid if you didn’t.” You murmur the latter under your breath.

“What was that?” He catches up to you, walking leisurely with his long legs. “Didn’t quite hear that last part properly.”

Before you could reply, a shout from the courtyard called both of your attention. A redhead girl from Ravenclaw was waving in your direction. You turn to look at Theodore who has now turned his sight back to you.

“I think she’s waiting for you.” You swiftly walk towards your house tower, making haste before he follows you again.

Unbeknownst to you, his stare remains fixated on you until your figure disappears around the corner. Only then does he wave back at the girl and make a quick return to the Hall where he left his friends mid-conversation. 

 It wasn’t the last that you see of Theodore after, nor was it the last morning when you woke up groggy and irritated at the lack of sleep. It seems that since then, the both of you find yourselves orbiting each other much more often than before.

Not that you found it all disappointing. 

There were times that he was a good companion to have around— forget the hooded eyes that left you conscious every time. When he isn’t being an annoying twat, he knew how to hold a conversation with you; your lack of similarities is a good point as you were able to share things that the other didn’t know of.

But in truth, Theodore searched for you. In the boisterous chatters of students in the corridors, between the towering bookshelves of the library, through the window of the dimly lit Potions classroom where he has a clear view of Hagrid’s hut where you and your friends frequent.

He looks for you in all places, unable to help himself from an attempt to have a glimpse of you.

He did give his best efforts to tuck away his inexplainable attraction to you recently, and he wouldn’t dare admit that there is even a chance that he does. His denial was a fortress but cracks appeared within its walls with each time he talks to you.

“She’s at the Hospital Wing.” Blaise hesitatingly brings up. 

He almost jerks up from his comfortable position on the couch where he and Blaise are observers of their other friend’s drunken endeavors. But he manages to grab a hold of himself before the other notices.

“Why bother telling me?” His forced indifference is not as apathetic as he wished it to be. “I don’t care.”

“Oh shut up, Theo. I have never seen you so utterly fond of another girl like you do with her.” Blaise retracts back to what he was gonna say, “Anyways, I hear she will be a volunteer ahead of the Quidditch match this Sunday.”

He doesn’t reply, letting the words of his friend slip from one ear to another. You were interesting. He was unsure how, in the many years you’ve known one another, that you caught his eye now.

“She’s nice, not unlike some of her friends at Gryffindor.” Blaise continues with his taunting, eager to see a reaction from Theo. “Even managed to convince me to be her partner for Herbology.”

Theo makes a noise in a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “From the sound of how you speak of her, it’s like you’re the one that has caught butterflies.”

Blaise simply hums, nodding to himself. “Maybe.”

Not another word slips from him again. The silence of his relinquishment makes Theo’s heart skip a nervous beat. Blaise never gives up that easily.  

“Hello there.” A voice makes you look up from your book which you have been drowned in since hours ago. To your surprise, it was Blaise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask. Curious why he had so suddenly appeared beside you while you were studying. You scour your brain, trying to remember if you had a project with him that ultimately passed by you.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me later.” Blaise blurts out while you gather your books that are scattered along the table. 

“Huh?” You look up at him with wide eyes. You give out a confused laugh. Maybe you didn’t understand him, right? “Did I hear you right? Hogsmeade? The two of us?”

“Well, don’t make it sound like it’s such an atrocious thing.” He makes a sound of mock offense; even making the choice to put a hand above his chest. To which you vehemently shake your head.

“Gosh no! It’s just-“ You trail off. “Why all of a sudden?”

“Nothing at all…” He shrugs, but that look on his face tells you entirely different. The mischievous expression that is ever so slightly slipping through. “Just wanted to hang out with a good friend of mine.”

You look at him with a confused frown, unsure of what he’s doing. “Since when were we good friends? Last I checked we only talked every now and then and it was really only just for projects.”

“Just come with me, will you?” 

“No.” You shake your head to further make your point. “Tell me why first and maybe I’ll consider.”

Blaise sighs, giving up. He had expected that you would not be giving in so easily to his request, after all, you weren’t really that close. But he still thought that it was worth the try, he is tired of Theo acting like he’s better than his emotions. He decides to tell you.

Well… somewhat.

“Alright, lady. I want to make a friend of mine jealous.” You hummed, listening intently. Wondering why he chose you to do it. “Also, because you’re the only person that I genuinely enjoy hanging with from other houses.”

“Will you tell me who’s the friend?” You ask.

“No.” He quickly replies, “But Y/N…I’ll treat you with anything you want at the Three Broomsticks or wherever else. Just please.” He draws out the please, adding hints or really a dump load of sweetness to it to charm you.

You think for a second more before finally giving him a nod. “Ok, but you’ll have to come with me to Honeydukes. Payback for doing whatever it is you’re planning.”

“You can have whatever you want. I’ll wait for you by the Fat Lady.” Blaise tells you before walking off with a huge grin on his face. 

“Y/N?”

And when you turned your head, a surprised Blaize looked at you with a smile, apparently he had just been in mid-conversation with a fellow Slytherin as he hung about the entrance.

He whistled as he wasted no time approaching you, waving a curt goodbye to his previous companion. 

“Remind me why you never wear clothes other than your uniform?” He asks, his eyes unabashedly trailing over you. Though not in a predatory way that leaves you uncomfortable.

“Because it’s a hassle having to think of an outfit when I could just put a uniform on and call it a day.”

He hums, nodding as he thought about it.

“Well you look good in your non-school clothes, you should wear them more often.” He suggests, although he quickly amends it. “Not that I’m saying you don’t look great normally, it’s just nice to see how you would personally choose the clothes you wear. It kind of reflects a lot of your personality more.”

The two of you make no rush as you travel to Hogsmeade along with the other students, chuckling at the eager third-years who are freely roaming around. Engaging in small talk all the way. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood?” You rolled your eyes at Theo, who has done nothing but glare at Blaise who sits beside you with such harsh blinding venom. “If all you plan to do here is to murder Blaise in a million ways inside your mind, then please do it some other time.”

The man beside you couldn’t help the amused choke that escapes him as he sips his glass of Butterbeer.

Theo finally breaks his lone stare down and shifts his attention to you. “Since when did you two hang about by yourselves?”

“We always have-“ Blaise starts to explain but he is cut off by a kick to his shin that makes his knee jerk up and hit the table. 

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

His eyes remained fixated on you still, a medley of emotions behind them that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. 

“Well, Y/N? I’m waiting for you here.” He impatiently asks. “Are you two on a date?”

“Theo, if you think that we are, then why did you even come here?” You roll your eyes at whatever antics that the both of them are trying. Not realising that you called him by his nickname, usually reserved for his close friends.

“Well-“ He stammered, unable to explain why exactly did he approach you all of a sudden. “Blaise doesn’t have that good of a reputation with girls and I wanted to make sure he’s not trying anything with you.”

Blaise clears his throat in an attempt to remind his friend that he is still sitting at the table, clearly within earshot of whatever slander he’s being put to.

“I can hardly think of a reason why you would if he does, but we were just having a conversation as friends, Theo.” You finally answer. “Is it that much of a surprise that I tolerate one of you?”

“He wants it to be him.” The man beside you mutters under his breath which you ignore, thinking it is only a jab.

Theo once again kicks Blaise under the table, making the latter swear under his breath.

While the two of them bicker like they are some man-child, you spot Hermione and the rest of your friends coming in through a tiny door and sitting at a table by the staircase. You scoot over until you are out of the seat, glad that you chose to sit at the open end of the table, without making a noise.

You make quick haste to transfer to your friends' table without garnering attention from the two Slytherin boys.

“Hide me.” You drop your heavy body on the seat beside Harry, trying your best to hunch over his relatively short upper body. 

The three instead laugh at your obvious demise, Ron not even trying to hide his amusement with such a burst of boisterous laughter. Unlike you, the three had noticed how Theodore Nott had been seen beside you much more often than necessary. At first, it was nothing that they really paid attention to, but when you told them of your otherwise eventful dreams…they began to have other thoughts.

It was clear that both of you were attracted to one another except for yourselves. And it’s been a hilarious sight to be an audience to but they are beginning to tire of your constant zoning off when the other is in your peripheral.

“What even is with you and Blaise coming to Hogsmeade together?” Ron asks. “I thought you liked Nott.”

You exhaled in exasperation, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like him.” Gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw at the blatant teasing. “I am seriously beginning to regret telling you about my dreams.”

You watch as Harry stands to grab drinks for the rest of you guys, trying to explain why you came here. Not forgetting to mention how Theo had suddenly the conversation you’ve been having with Blaise. 

You were shocked to find that the both of you actually shared a lot of the same interests in various aspects; books, music, values, name it all. So despite your previous disinclination to agree with his idea that you would get along well, you thoroughly enjoyed the short time that you spent alone. 

His genuine interest in the many muggle creations that you’ve mentioned has made you all giddy. Telling him of all and everything that he must try, making a mental note to give him some things that you have in your dorm.

On the other end, Blaise shared a few of his interests with you— though it was only very few, given that the wizarding world does not really pay much attention to those kinds of things, especially the purebloods. 

“So just because he bribed you with anything you want from Honeydukes, you agreed? Y/N!” Hermione exclaims, to which you only answer her with wide eyes. 

“What?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the bewildered expression on her face. 

“You’ve been to Hogwarts for how many years now and yet you have no idea what going to Hogsmeade with only one person insinuates?”

“Uh- What?”

“That you two are going on a date of course?” She practically scolds you. Maybe you shouldn’t laugh at Ron anymore when she becomes like this.��It's no joke that it feels like you could be the stupidest person on the planet.

“We’re only friends, for Merlin’s sake! Well, we became friends today.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not my fault that is what might people think.”

Harry and Ron look at each other with more than amused grins on their faces.

“I think I finally know why Nott was practically making the snow melt under his feet earlier,” Ron remarks. To which you give him a confused look, unsure what he meant.

“What?”

“Well, before we came in here, we saw Nott almost stomp his way to here. I swear that I actually saw steam coming out of his ears.” Ron exaggeratingly shares, taking a sip out of his pint glass. “I thought he was about to burn this place down to ashes with how he looked so mad.”

That explains why he’s being more moody than usual.

“What’s that got to do with Blaise and I?” You finally ask the question that’s been brewing in you since he mentioned it.

But the only response you get is a look of disbelief from all three of them. Each one just about screaming “Are you being serious?” without saying anything.

“Are you truly that dense Y/N?” Harry asks, his hand reaching out to pat you on the shoulder.

You push him off, glaring at him. “No, but seriously what do you mean?”

“Even Harry and Ron, oblivious as they come, recognise that Nott has some kind of interest in you.” Hermione explains, “I don’t even know if he realised it himself but the two of you are oozing love hearts everywhere you go. It’s torture to see how you both ignore it.”

You're left dumbfounded, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the mere suggestion. Your thoughts racing as you consider Hermione's words. Theodore Nott, the mysterious and enigmatic Slytherin, having an interest in you? It was a revelation that sent your mind reeling, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had been completely oblivious to his feelings all along.

No. That’s just… wrong. This had to be another one of their pranks again. Ever since you confided in them of your dreams, they’ve been ceaselessly teasing you with Theo. Yeah, this must be it.

You chose to respond in a haughty tone, in an attempt to mask her flustered feelings. “Gosh, if this is what spurs in your minds when I tell you about my struggles at night, then I’d rather just keep them to myself from now on. Find something else to speculate about.” 

Unbeknownst to you, while you were so flustered trying to deny anything and everything they say of you and Theo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mentally orchestrated a plan. Harry subtly made a signal to the other two to play along as he saw Theo stand up from his heated conversation with Blaise to approach you four.

With sly smiles quickly masked, they leaned in closer to you and feigned curiosity. 

“Alright then,” Ron begins, “But I heard from Hermione that you had another dream last night. Is it as juicy as last time?” 

Harry chimed in, his eyebrows raised suggestively. “Yes, please spill the details. We’re all ears.”

Caught off guard by their sudden and out-of-place interest.  “I said that I’m never telling you of anything again. And it's not juicy! Please don't ever use that word ever again.” You never wanted to divulge anything related to your rather steamy dreams again to your friends. 

“This is the last time, we promise! And we promise to not annoy you any more with Nott.” Hermione exclaims though you reach out to slap her on her arm at how loudly she said it. Looking around the bustling crowd to see if anyone heard it, confused when you see Blaise sitting with somebody else now, probably some friends from Slytherin, Theo nowhere in sight.

Little did she know that Theo had indeed overheard their conversation and as he was slowly nearing their table, curiosity piqued as he heard his name. He slowed in his steps, waiting to hear more.

Your face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as you think back to last night, a bit different— a whole lot different. The dream had left you truly confused because it was nothing like the otherwise steamy ones you had. It was unsettlingly normal, and it has left you with a sense of unease that left you unable to sleep properly, terrified at what this means.

 You cleared your throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Well, it was just a, you know, like the ones I told you. Nothing too different. I still hate it."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, feigning innocence. "From the look on your face, it seems to be different. Tell us about it, pretty please."

You hesitated but then began to describe the dream in the most vague and unassuming way possible, but you knew no matter what you said, they would use this to tease you endlessly. "Alright, alright. So, in the dream, I was in the Black Lake, and there was a gentle, warm breeze. I was walking with someone, and it was peaceful. It was like…everything is normal. No war, no problems, no animosity, just us walking like any normal person.”

Harry and Ron exchanged knowing glances, while Hermione continued to prod gently. "And who were you walking with, Y/N?"

Your gaze darted around the table, avoiding eye contact. Not seeing how their eyes slightly shifted behind you. "Well, it was just someone... you know, a dream version of someone I know. Like you don’t know already."

Hermione shook her head, “Yeah but this is different, so it must be somebody else right?”

“Hermione…It’s Theo, who else.” 

"Y/N…" You hear a voice behind you call out in a low tone, with a thread of voice. 

Your eyes widen, filled to the brim with alertness and humiliation. Your mother was right, one day this mouth will get you in trouble— not that it hasn’t been proven countless times before— but now nothing made you want to become more one with the ground than this moment.

You swallow hard and turn around, instantly the mortification in your features becomes tenfold. There it is— the stupid, bloody smirk that is always present on his stupid, pretty face when he has caught you red-handed. 

“Don’t.” You warn.

He leans his entire weight back on the wooden post behind him, staring down at you with a look of satisfaction, unapologetically reveling in your obvious embarrassment.

“Oh, but I must.” He drawls, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your frustration surges as you fold your arms, attempting to salvage a shred of dignity in this awkward moment. You give him a glare before turning back front facing to the table.

“You are truly insufferable, you know that?”

Without even being able to see it, you already know that his grin widens at your reply. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

Theo pushed himself off the wooden post and sauntered closer to where you were sitting, making your heart stutter. The playful glint in his eyes brings forth an image that you would rather not see right now.

"But what's the fun in letting you off the hook so easily? It’s not every day that I find out somebody has been kept awake all night because of me."

You could only continue to cast a withering look at him as you shook your head. "You just love tormenting me, don't you?"

He sits down on the seat next to you, ignoring the other occupants who have reserved to remain quiet. Truly enjoying the show that you, unfortunately, are the star of. He inches closer to you until you can almost feel your eyelashes flutter at his breath.

“Only because I quite enjoy how flustered you can be.” He admits softly, and in that moment the playful teasing in his voice gives way to something else.

A different kind of tension. 

Not one that you would like to be a part of.

“Well, that would be the last of it.” 

Theo and your friends are left bewildered when you suddenly stand and disappear among the group of rowdy students.

His eyebrows furrow and his gleaming expression turns into one of confusion and a hint of hurt and disappointment. “What just happened?”

When he finally turns to look at your friends, all they do is share uneasy glances with each other. They were unsure of how to respond to Theo’s question when they could hardly comprehend what had only occurred.

Hermione opens her mouth to say something but closes it once more when the words in her mind are a jumble.

“Astronomy Tower.” He hears someone say. His cerulean blue eyes that somehow turned grey shifted to the bespectacled boy sitting a chair away from him. “Go.” 

“Why did you run off?” You ignore the voice that shatters the silence. The bristles of the wind brush against your clothes. Your head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeates into the air. 

He calls you by your name with a gentleness that sends tingles down your spine. But yet again, you ignore him. Choosing to stare intently at the rust that forms by the railing in front of you, the complex chemical reaction is seemingly more interesting to you now. 

“Y/N please…I don't know what’s going on your mind right now but we need to talk.” He moves to stand next to you, placing his arms on the barrier. “I will say it, no matter if you want to listen or not. We clearly have feelings for each other.”

You want to say that you are surprised that he is being so straightforward right now, but it’s evident that someone had to stop whatever dance the both of you had been playing at for the past month already. 

 “And that’s confirmed by what I heard earlier.” He chuckles in an attempt to lighten up the mood. “Gods, I hate you so much.”

“Your dreams say otherwise.” He continues with his teasing.

“Stop it. As if you’re any better with how you acted with Blaise earlier.” You hit him back. “Blaise is an annoying ass who meddles in my business way more often than necessary. But I guess he did one thing right.”

“What?” You ask, turning your body to lean on the railing, facing him.

“He kept bothering me about you, and I guess he got tired and decided to make a move leading us to this moment.” 

“He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be." You agree. Silence befalling after.

“Gods, I don’t know what happened but it’s you.” He breathes heavily.  

A laugh escapes your chest, “If somebody came to us two months ago and told us that we’d be acting like this, I would think they’re mental.”

Theo grins at you, making you giggle to see the little fang on the corner of his mouth. He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, making a move to press his forehead to yours as he nears.

The vivid, flashing images of Theo from your dreams doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. The skin under his touch tingled and it made you itch to reach out with your fingertips, feeling as if you would crumble beneath his hands.

You pull away to stare up at him. The cold that typically veils over his eyes are gone as they reciprocate your stare with an even warmer touch. Every nerve ends in you lighting up with a golden electricity.

Theo opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more, and then shut it, apparently struggling to remember how to talk.

So, he decided that actions seem to be your thing anyways, as the two of you are quite horrible at talking.

Carefully, almost as if he’s never done it before, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against yours so gently. All you can think about is him even as you respond to his kiss, melting against the touch. 

He pressed himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing the gods to let you be one. Hell, he wanted to climb into your ribcage and possibly live out the rest of his days inside your heart.

You gasp as his hands creep under your shirt and trail along your lower back, though he doesn’t wander. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring eagerly.

You tilt forward, answering his devotion with an equal eagerness. In your distraction, your hands slide from their hold on his shirt and travel until your fingertips meet behind his nape.

This goes for a while before a sudden splash from the waters below you makes you jump apart, though still very much physically attached. His arms were still tightly wound around your waist.

“I think that’s a sign we should stop for now.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Laughter met in the air between you—sweet, short, intertwined. Although you would like to have another one of your dreams to come true, you want to take it slow. The idea that he thought of you as you did to him has still not truly sunk into your mind.

Even now as he leans his face slightly towards yours again and begins to leave soft, tender kisses all over your cheek, making butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Gods, I just realised something.” You laugh all of a sudden, making him stand up straight to look at you curiously. “What is it?”

“I just made Ron win a bet for the first time since we all became friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he was the first person to tease me about these stupid dreams–”

“Excuse me, I rather think it’s not.” He interrupts playfully raising an eyebrow. “Shush.”

“Anyways,” You continue, “Harry and Hermione initially thought it was nothing and that it probably would stop after a while— obviously not. So Ron set a bet that I’ll end up having feelings for you or we’ll end up together.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m still surprised they didn’t hate the idea. With us being in literal houses that hate each other.”  

“They’re only annoyed at some of you, honestly. The ones that perpetuate the ‘Slytherin’ motto too much.” 

"Plus," he continued, the joking tone in his voice fading a bit, "even if they did have complaints, I would have ignored every single one and still pursued you."

“As if! You stormed to Hogsmeade just to interrupt our ‘date’ and you wouldn’t even admit it. If it weren’t for what our friends did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Let me pretend, for goodness’ sake woman!”

His playful exasperation brought a genuine smile to your face, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade as you got lost in the playful banter you're used to with him.

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[oceandolores]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | chapter 8

Dbf! Joel Miller x female reader

"The fates already fucked me sideways,"

summary: the secrets out

warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, AU, No outbreak. (TW) mentions of substance abuse/alcohol use disorder, adult content, religion abuse, violence, blood gore, mentions of death, sexual abuse, sexual content, domestic violences, ped0ph!l1a, cann1bal!sm, human traff1ck1ng, dad's best friend!Joel, HUGE age gap (i will not specify her exact age, but she's legal and Joel is 49), daddy issues, mentions of toxic family dynamic, Joel is widowed, Ellie is 16, angst, smut A LOT, forbidden relationship, soft and protective Joel, innocent and pure reader. your last name is Gibson. any other details will be explain throughout the story. inspired by the album Preacher's daughter by Ethel Cain and also mix with lana del rey vibes.

CHAPTER 8

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The sun filtered through the church windows, casting a soft glow over the sanctuary where the girls' dance troupe had been practicing for hours. Tomorrow was the big day—the fellowship celebration—where all the church elders, members, and their families would gather to witness the performances. The pressure was on, and you could feel the weight of it pressing down on your shoulders. This was your first time leading something, and the responsibility felt immense.

Jemima had been a godsend, helping you organize the routines, going over each step with the girls until everything was perfect. Her calm, reassuring presence had been a balm to your nerves. Joel had been equally supportive, his quiet encouragement easing the anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm you. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face, even in the midst of all the stress.

During a break in the practice, you and Emma headed to the back of the church to grab some snacks and drinks. The two of you chatted idly, the tension from the rehearsal melting away with each laugh you shared. It was a rare moment of calm, one you desperately needed before the whirlwind of tomorrow’s event.

But then, as you reached for a bottle of water, a familiar, unwelcome presence loomed over you. Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see Jamie standing there, his eyes dark and malicious.

“Hi, Jamie,” Emma greeted him casually, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. “What are you doing here?”

Jamie ignored her, his gaze locked on you, a twisted smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did you tell him, hm?” His voice was low, taunting, sending a chill down your spine.

You froze, confusion and fear knotting in your stomach. “What are you talking about, Jamie? Just get out of here.” You tried to keep your voice steady as you turned back to the snacks, hoping he would just leave you alone.

But Jamie wasn’t finished. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I know about you and him.”

Your body went rigid, the blood draining from your face. Panic surged through you, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, hoping to deflect his insinuations.

Jamie chuckled darkly, leaning in closer. “Don’t play dumb. You think I wouldn’t find out? I knew you were always a dirty slut, but damn, you really outdid yourself this time.”

Emma glanced between the two of you, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s going on?"

You didn’t answer, your mind racing, trying to figure out how to diffuse the situation. “Jamie, just leave me alone,” you repeated, your voice shaking.

But Jamie wasn’t done yet. His eyes glittered with malice as he continued, “If you say anything about us, I’ll make sure everyone knows about you and Joel.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure Emma could hear it. The mention of Joel’s name made you freeze in place, terror gripping you like a vise.

Emma’s eyes widened as she processed what Jamie had said. She looked at you, then back at Jamie, horror dawning on her face.

Jamie grinned wickedly, relishing in your fear. “Oh, she didn’t tell you, did she? The saint preacher's daughter over here has been fucking around with good ol’ Joel Miller. Isn’t that right?”

Emma’s face went pale, her expression a mixture of shock and disgust. “Jamie, stop,” you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. But he ignored you, his cruel words cutting deeper with each passing second.

“He’s old enough to be your dad, for God’s sake,” Jamie sneered. “He should be in jail for what he’s done to you, and you…you should be ashamed of yourself. But then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were always such a little whore.”

Jamie’s words hit you like a slap to the face, the weight of his accusations crashing down on you. Emma stood frozen beside you, her eyes wide and filled with disbelief.

“I…” You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Jamie’s threats hung in the air, and the reality of what he could do, the damage he could cause, made your head spin.

Without another word, Jamie turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Emma standing there in stunned silence. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, everything spinning out of control as you tried to process what had just happened.

"Emma..." you said. you are scared, scared to death.

Emma’s eyes were wide, her face pale with shock as she pulled you into the small storage room, slamming the door shut behind her. The dim light barely illuminated the cramped space, casting long shadows on the walls. The sound of your heart pounding in your chest echoed in your ears, drowning out the faint hum of the air conditioning unit.

“What the fuck?” Emma’s voice was a harsh whisper, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair. “Joel Miller? Ellie’s dad?! Are you fucking crazy?!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Panic seized your throat, making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. You felt trapped, cornered by both Emma’s piercing gaze and the weight of the secret that had just been exposed.

“I…I can explain,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. But even as you said it, you knew how hollow it sounded. How could you possibly explain something like this? How could you make her understand the connection you felt with Joel, the way he made you feel safe, loved, and cherished in a way you had never experienced before?

Emma’s expression softened for a moment, as if she could see the turmoil in your eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a mixture of anger and disbelief. “Explain? What’s there to explain? This is crazy! He’s twice your age, he’s Ellie’s dad and YOUR DAD'S BEST FRIEND!, for God’s sake. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

"This could ruin everything. Do you even realize the danger you’re in? What will happen if your dad finds out? If the church finds out?” She said again.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to break down. “I know how it looks, Emma, but it’s not like that. It’s not just some fling or something… I love him, and he loves me.”

Emma stared at you, her mouth agape, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Love? You think this is love? He’s a grown man, He should know better!”

“He does know better,” you shot back, your voice rising in desperation. “But I’m not a child, Emma. I know what I want, and I want Joel. He’s not taking advantage of me. It’s real. He protect me, he...he's always there for me,"

Emma shook her head, her face a mix of anger and hurt. “You’re so blinded by this…whatever it is that you can’t see how wrong it is. What do you think is going to happen when people find out? What about your dad? He’ll go ballistic. And Joel…he could get in serious trouble. You’re both going to get hurt.”

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, the reality of the situation crashing down on you. You knew she was right, but the thought of losing Joel, of being torn away from him, was unbearable.

“Emma, please,” you begged, reaching out to grab her hand. “Please, don’t say anything. I know this is a mess, but I can’t lose him. I love him, and I don’t care about the consequences. I just…I just need you to understand.”

Emma looked down at your hand clutching hers, her expression torn. She was silent for what felt like an eternity, and you held your breath, praying that she would somehow find it in her heart to forgive you, to keep your secret.

Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “I don’t know what to do. This is so messed up. You both will get exiled! Or worse, he could be in jail for molesting you!”

Her words struck a nerve, the idea of Joel being painted as some sort of predator made your blood boil. “He did NOT molest me!” you snapped, your voice rising with a fierce intensity that startled both of you. Emma’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst, but you couldn’t hold back the torrent of emotions any longer.

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Emma,” you continued, your voice trembling but steady. “He didn’t force me into anything. I wanted this. I wanted him. Joel is a good man, and you don’t understand—he’s the only one who’s ever made me feel like I’m worth something. He’s been there for me when no one else was, not even my own dad.”

Emma’s face softened, but there was still a deep conflict in her eyes. Don’t you see how wrong this is? It’s not just about love or how he makes you feel. This could destroy everything—for both of you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside you. “I know it’s complicated, and I know it’s not what people expect. But it’s real, Emma. What we have is real. And I don’t care if it’s wrong in the eyes of the church or society. All I know is that I can’t lose him. I won’t.”

Emma shook her head, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “You’re not thinking straight. This isn’t just about you. It’s about him too. If this gets out…if people find out, it won’t just be your life that’s ruined. Joel could lose everything. His reputation, his business, his freedom. Is that what you want?”

The weight of her words hung heavily between you, but you couldn’t back down. “No, of course not,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “But I can’t just walk away from him. I love him, Emma. I love him in a way I’ve never loved anyone else. And I can’t imagine my life without him.”

Emma’s eyes searched yours, as if looking for some sign that you might change your mind, that you might realize the gravity of the situation. But she didn’t find it. Instead, she saw the depth of your resolve, the unyielding determination in your gaze.

“Then you better be prepared for the consequences,” she finally said, her voice tinged with sadness. “Because this won’t end well. Not for you, not for Joel. And I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you faced Emma, your heart pounding with the weight of the truth you were about to unveil. “I’m already hurt, Emma,” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips. “Every day I have to pretend that I’m okay, that I’m fine living this life. But I’m not. Joel is the only thing that makes it bearable. And I’m willing to risk everything for him.”

The desperation in your voice hung heavily in the air, and you saw Emma’s resolve begin to waver. Her eyes softened, the anger and judgment in them slowly being replaced with concern and fear for you. “Please, Emma,” you begged, your voice cracking, “please, I'm begging you, don’t tell anyone. Joel’s not the bad guy. He’s not who you think he is. He saved me.”

Emma hesitated, her face torn between wanting to protect you and not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. You knew there was only one way to make her see, to make her understand why you couldn’t let go of Joel—why you couldn’t go back to the way things were before.

Taking a shaky breath, you let the words spill out, words you’d kept buried deep inside for so long, words that had been eating away at you like a poison. “You want to know the truth, Emma? The real reason why I’ve been avoiding Jamie? Why he’s been threatening me like that?”

Emma’s eyes widened, fear creeping into her expression as she shook her head slightly, as if not wanting to hear what you were about to say. But you couldn’t stop now, not after holding this secret for so long.

“Because he raped me,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word, the shame and pain you’d been carrying for so long finally breaking free. “He took my virginity by force, Emma. He didn’t care about me—he just wanted to prove he could have me, no matter what. And when he was done, he left me there, feeling like nothing.”

The tears finally broke free, streaming down your cheeks as you saw Emma’s face pale, her eyes filling with horror and disbelief. “He—he did what?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your voice wavered as you continued, the weight of your confession bearing down on you like a cross too heavy to carry. "I felt so dirty," you whispered, your words trembling in the still air between you and Emma. "So broken. I wanted to end it all, to just disappear and never have to feel that way again. I started drinking, hiding bottles in my room, sneaking out at night just to numb the pain. I even went to church drunk, praying to God to take this all away, but no one ever noticed.”

The words tumbled out like confessions at a confessional, your voice cracking under the strain of so much pain. "Every night, I would whisper to God, pleading for mercy. I’d pray for the angels to come down and take this burden from me, to carry me away on their wings to a place where I didn’t have to feel this pain anymore. And if no angel would come, I begged for death, for the final peace of oblivion, because I couldn’t keep fighting. I was drowning, Emma, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break the surface.”

You took a shuddering breath, your hands shaking as you clutched Emma’s arms, searching her eyes for some sign that she understood. "I prayed for deliverance, for a way out of this darkness. I asked God to send me someone, anyone, who could make me feel whole again, who could remind me that I wasn’t just a vessel for shame and sorrow. And then Joel came into my life, like a beacon of light in a storm. He made me believe that maybe I wasn’t beyond saving, that maybe there was still something left in me worth loving."

Emma’s eyes were filled with tears, her face a picture of grief and understanding. She didn’t say anything, just held you tighter, as if trying to shield you from all the pain you had been carrying alone for so long.

“And now, I’m terrified, Em,” you admitted, your voice breaking completely. “Because I’m afraid that if I lose Joel, I’ll lose the last bit of hope I have left. I don’t want to go back to that darkness, to that place where I prayed for death. I don’t want to feel that way again.”

Emma’s arms tightened around you, her tears mingling with yours as she whispered, “You won’t go back there. I promise, you won’t be alone anymore. I’ll help you through this, whatever it takes.”

The weight of your confession hung in the air like incense rising to the heavens, a prayer of desperation and sorrow. And in that moment, you felt a glimmer of something—something like hope—begin to take root in the cracks of your broken heart. Emma’s embrace was like a lifeline, pulling you back from the edge of the abyss you had been teetering on for so long.

"I can't lose him, I can't," you said, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking the words too loudly might shatter the fragile hope beginning to bloom within you. The thought of a life without Joel, without the one person who made you feel seen and loved, was unbearable. You clung to Emma as though letting go would mean slipping back into the darkness that had once consumed you.

Emma held you tighter, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You're not going to lose him," she murmured, her voice firm yet gentle. "We’ll figure this out, okay?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in Emma's shoulder, her words offering a comfort you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately. It was the first time in a long time that someone had promised to stand by you, no matter the cost. "Thank you, Emma," you managed to choke out, your gratitude overwhelming.

Emma pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her expression serious. "You don’t have to go through this alone anymore. I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere."

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped at your eyes. The fear still lingered, but it wasn’t as suffocating as it had been before. With Emma by your side, the path ahead seemed a little less daunting. The darkness that had once felt all-consuming now had a small, flickering light within it—a light that you were determined to hold onto.

But as the two of you stood there, the reality of your situation pressed in on you once more. Jamie’s threats echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t shake the fear of what he might do. The thought of him exposing your relationship with Joel sent a shiver down your spine.

“What if he tells?” you asked, your voice tinged with anxiety. “What if he goes to my dad, or the church? Joel could be ruined, and I—I don’t know what would happen to me.”

Emma shook her head, determination hardening her features. “We won’t let that happen."

You swallowed hard, feeling a renewed sense of resolve. Emma’s faith in you, in both of you, gave you strength.

As you stood there, side by side, the weight of the world felt just a little bit lighter. The storm was far from over, but at least now you knew you didn’t have to face it alone.

***

The night had settled in, wrapping the world in a cloak of darkness as you and the other girls finished your practice. The church hall was now empty, the echoes of laughter and chatter fading away as everyone headed home. The dance routine had been drilled into your muscles, each movement precise, every step aligned with the rhythm. You had pushed yourself hard, knowing that tomorrow would be a day of judgment—not just for your performance, but for the life you had chosen to live in secret.

As you stepped outside, the cool night air kissed your skin, a welcome relief from the heat of the practice room. The streets were quiet, almost eerily so, with only the occasional flicker of streetlights breaking through the darkness. The silence was a stark contrast to the noise in your mind, where thoughts swirled like a storm.

Emma offered to drive you home in her new car, her concern evident in the way she lingered, keys in hand. "Are you sure you don’t want a ride? It’s getting late," she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

You shook your head, forcing a small smile. "I’ll be fine, Emma. I just need to clear my head a bit. I’ll walk."

She hesitated, searching your face for any sign of doubt. "Alright," she finally said, though her eyes still held a trace of worry. "Just… be careful, okay?"

You nodded, reassuring her with another smile. "I will. See you tomorrow."

With that, you both exchanged goodbyes, and you started your walk home. The night seemed to press in around you, the darkness heavy with unspoken fears and unvoiced hopes. Your footsteps echoed on the pavement, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of your heart.

You clutched your backpack a little tighter, its weight grounding you as your thoughts drifted. Tomorrow was supposed to be a big day—your dad would be home early, the church event would be in full swing, and all eyes would be on you. But all you could think about was Joel. The way he made you feel alive, seen, and cherished in a world that often felt cold and uncaring. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, of having that light snuffed out by the darkness that threatened to consume you.

The streetlights cast long shadows on the road ahead, their glow flickering like the doubts that gnawed at your mind. What if Jamie followed through on his threats? What if your dad found out? The thought made your chest tighten with fear. You had built this delicate web of secrecy, each strand woven with care, but it could all unravel with just one word, one misstep.

You tried to push the fear away, focusing instead on the warmth Joel had given you, the way his presence had pulled you back from the edge time and time again. You repeated to yourself that you couldn’t lose him—not now, not ever. He was your anchor, your sanctuary in a world that had so often felt like a battlefield.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the figure lurking in the shadows until it was too late. As you rounded a corner, a rustling sound from the bushes made you pause. Your breath hitched, and you stopped in your tracks, your heart pounding in your chest.

Then, like a specter emerging from the darkness, Jamie stepped out from the shadows, his presence cold and menacing. His lips curled into a twisted smile as he saw the fear flash across your face.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. His presence casting a dark shadow over you. You took a step back, a chill running down your spine. “Get the fuck out of my face, Jamie,” you demanded, your voice trembling but resolute.

Jamie’s eyes narrowed as he advanced. “You told Emma about me, didn’t you?” His tone was cold and accusatory. Fear tightened in your chest, but you tried to hold your ground.

“If you ruin me, I’ll make sure I ruin you,” he sneered, his threat hanging heavy in the air. “I’ll make sure they take him away from you.”

Desperation and anger flared inside you. “What the fuck do you want from me?!” you shouted, your voice breaking with emotion.

Without warning, Jamie’s hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you toward the bushes. You struggled against his grip, trying to scream for help, but his strength overwhelmed you. The world seemed to close in as he shoved you down onto the dirt, his actions abrupt and frightening.

In a surge of panic, you tried to push him away, your heart racing as he started to unzip his pants, “No, Jamie, please!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. “Don’t!”

Jamie’s voice was cruel and mocking. “Did he make you feel good, huh? You should thank me. I brought out this slut hidden beneath you, didn’t I? I should be the one who fuck you good, not some old fucking ass like Joel Miller.”

His words cut deep, and you felt a sense of helpless dread. The stars above seemed to spin as you tried to escape, your heart pounding with fear and sorrow. But Jamie’s hold was unrelenting, and your pleas seemed to fade into the night, swallowed by the dark.

"Please, don't, please," you try your best to shoved him but he pull your skirt down, "Help!" you scream and Jamie punch you again, "Be quiet, you dirty whore,".

As Jamie’s grip tightened, he enters you by force, and the world seemed to tilt, your mind sought refuge in the distant twinkle of the stars. You closed your eyes, trying to escape into the silent comfort of the night sky. Each star above was a distant beacon, a reminder that somewhere, beyond this moment, there was still a world of light and hope.

You tried to focus on the stars, their cold, indifferent light providing a fragile sense of calm. In the midst of your torment, you held onto the hope that this night would end, that the dawn would break and with it, bring the promise of a new beginning.

The beauty of the celestial expanse above seemed to offer a quiet solace, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is still a universe beyond, filled with unspoken promises and untold stories.

As Jamie’s actions continued, the pain and fear seemed to blur, becoming a distant echo compared to the clarity of the stars. You imagined yourself drifting among them, free from the terror below, where the hurt could not reach and the darkness could not touch.

Just look at the stars, you'll be fine

As the tears running down your face, you bit your lips to hold the pain, Jamie's moaning on your ear. You tried to focus on the stars, their silent brilliance a reminder of a world beyond this moment. You whispered a prayer to the universe, to any higher power that might be listening, to make it stop, to take away the suffering and grant you the strength to endure.

"Jesus Christ, please, make all of this stop, I'm tired," you prayed, your voice a desperate whisper that mingled with the night’s silence. The tears streaming down your face were a testament to your exhaustion, both physical and emotional.

Jamie, lost in his own world, was too consumed by his actions to hear your plea. His mocking laughter echoed through the night, a cruel reminder of the powerlessness you felt in this moment. His words and actions were a stark contrast to the gentle night sky above, where you tried to find solace.

Despite the overwhelming pain, you continued to gaze at the stars, seeking refuge in their distant, unchanging light. They were your silent witnesses, a reminder that there was something beyond this immediate suffering, a world where this moment of anguish would eventually fade into the past.

With final thrust, he finally reach his climax, he came inside you.

The night was a tapestry of silent suffering and shattering despair. When Jamie finally finished, he lay beside you, breath ragged and labored. The stillness of the night contrasted sharply with the turmoil of your heart. You lay there, numb and tearful, as though the ground beneath you was a cruel reminder of your helplessness.

Jamie eventually rose, zipping his pants with a contemptuous smirk. His words were a chilling echo of his earlier cruelty. “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead,” he threatened, his voice cold and indifferent. With that, he walked away, leaving you alone in the dirt, a broken figure beneath the indifferent stars.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours as you lay there, struggling to gather yourself. The pain was a relentless tide, overwhelming and unyielding. The stars above, once your silent witnesses, now seemed distant and cold, a vast expanse that mocked your suffering.

You slowly sat up, the weight of the night heavy on your shoulders. Your dress was torn and stained, your hair a tangled mess. Every movement was a reminder of the agony you had endured. You tried to fix your appearance, but the effort felt like an exercise in futility. The blood staining your legs was a harsh reminder of what Jamie had done.

As you walked through the night, your steps were unsteady, your mind clouded with despair. The questions swirled in your head: Why had this happened to you? Why did life have to be so painfully cruel? The burden of your suffering seemed almost unbearable.

Desperate for solace, you made your way to Joel’s home. Each step was a struggle, your heart aching with the need for his presence, for his comfort. When you reached his door, you knocked, hoping against hope that he was home.

Ellie opened the door, her eyes widening in shock as she took in your disheveled and bleeding appearance. Her voice was filled with panic as she called out, “What the hell happened?! Are you okay?!”

With tears brimming in your eyes and your voice trembling, you asked, “Ellie, is… is Joel home?” The words were barely a whisper, but they carried the weight of your desperation.

From inside, you could hear Joel’s voice from inside, “Ellie, who's on the door?"

Joel’s eyes widened with alarm as he saw you standing there, a vision of distress and anguish. Without hesitation, he bolted to the door, his face etched with fear and concern. As he reached you, the dam holding back your tears finally broke.

“Joel…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, your strength crumbling. You collapsed into his arms, the sobs wracking your body uncontrollably. The dam of your grief had burst, and you clung to him with all the strength you had left, your tears soaking into his shirt.

Joel’s expression shifted from panic to a fierce, protective concern. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as though he could shield you from the world’s cruelty simply by being there. “What happened?” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion.

Ellie watched in stunned silence, her hands covering her mouth as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. Joel guided you gently inside, his movements tender yet urgent, as if every second mattered. He led you to the living room, helping you sit down on the couch, his touch both steady and soothing.

“Joel... he... he did it again,” you said weakly, your voice barely more than a whisper. The words felt heavy on your lips, each one a painful reminder of what had happened.

Ellie’s confusion turned to alarm as she processed your words, her face pale with concern. Joel, however, understood immediately. His anger was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. “That son of a bitch,” he cursed slowly, his voice low but seething with fury.

He moved you gently, laying you down on the couch with careful hands. As he began to check you for injuries, his touch was both deliberate and compassionate. When his fingers brushed against your legs and he saw the blood, his expression shifted from anger to a deep, heart-wrenching sorrow.

Joel’s face contorted with grief as he realized the extent of Jamie’s cruelty. He shouted “FUCK!” in a voice that shook the very walls, causing Ellie to flinch and step back in shock. The raw emotion in Joel’s outburst was a stark contrast to his usually composed demeanor.

With a trembling hand, Joel placed his forehead against yours, the warmth of his skin mingling with your tears. For the first time, you saw him cry—silent, heartbroken tears that spoke volumes. His voice was a whisper as he spoke, “I’m going to make sure he pays for this. I promise you.”

You looked into Joel’s brown eyes, feeling a mix of fear and sorrow. The pain in your body was overwhelming, and you could barely comprehend what had just happened. “Joel, it hurts,” you managed to say through your tears.

“I know, baby,” Joel said, his voice filled with tender sorrow. “I know it hurts. We’re going to fix this.”

He turned to Ellie, his voice now frantic. “Ellie, get a bucket of warm water and a napkin, now!” His desperation made Ellie’s hands shake as she hurried to follow his orders.

Returning to you, Joel’s eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and determination. “I need to know, baby,” he said softly, “Did he... did he...”

“Inside of me, Joel,” you sobbed, “He came inside of me.”

Joel's world had never felt so fragile, so perilously close to shattering. The weight of your words bore down on him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in a sea of grief and rage. His heart twisted with a pain so fierce it felt as though it might break him in two. Every fiber of his being screamed for vengeance, but right now, his only focus was you—protecting you, comforting you, holding you together when you were on the verge of falling apart.

His breath came in ragged bursts as he fought to control the storm inside him. He pressed his forehead against yours, the gesture tender and desperate, as though he could transfer some of his strength to you, even as his own reserves were dangerously low. His voice, usually so steady and composed, wavered with emotion as he whispered, "He will pay for what he did to you. I swear it."

But your voice, so small and broken, cut through the darkness of his rage. "Joel, I'm scared," you whispered, and the fear in your voice was a knife to his heart.

In that moment, Joel’s protective instincts surged to the forefront. All thoughts of vengeance were pushed aside by the overwhelming need to be there for you, to make sure you knew you weren’t alone. “You’ll be okay, I promise you,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “I’m here. I got you, babygirl.”

Ellie returned with the warm water and napkins, but she paused in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the scene before her. Joel’s forehead was still pressed against yours, his eyes closed, as he murmured soft words of comfort. There was a raw, unguarded tenderness in his expression that Ellie had never seen before—an intimacy that spoke of a deep, unspoken connection between the two of you.

She felt a pang of confusion and something else, something she couldn’t quite name, as she watched the way Joel held you. He was always protective, always looking out for her, but this... this was different.

As she handed Joel the bucket and napkins, she kept her gaze on the two of you, trying to reconcile this new reality with the Joel she knew. He was always a guardian, a protector, but this... this was a depth of care and love that shook her to her core.

Joel took the supplies from Ellie with a quiet “thank you,” but his attention never wavered from you. He dipped the napkin in the warm water, his hands gentle and sure as he began to clean your wounds. His touch was reverent, almost like he was handling something sacred, something fragile that he couldn’t bear to see hurt anymore. Each movement was careful, deliberate, as if by caring for your physical wounds, he could somehow heal the ones buried deeper within you.

You watched Joel through tear-filled eyes, seeing the pain etched into every line of his face. It was as if the roles had been reversed—where once he had been your protector, now you saw how deeply he was affected by your suffering, how much he needed you to be okay, not just for your sake, but for his.

Ellie stood by, watching Joel taking care of you, her heart heavy with the weight of this new understanding. She could see the fear and hurt in your eyes, the way you clung to Joel as if he were your lifeline. And Joel... the way he held you, the way he whispered reassurances, it was clear to Ellie that this wasn’t just about protection. This was love, fierce and consuming, and it terrified her as much as it comforted her to see it.

She began to replay moments in her head, memories that had seemed insignificant at the time but now took on a new meaning. There were the sudden, unexplained changes in Joel’s behavior—the way he’d started going to church more often, sitting quietly at the back but always there, as if he were trying to keep an eye on someone.

She remembered conversations she’d had with him, And then there was that offhand remark from Tommy at work, about how Joel had started to “smell like a woman.” At the time, it had just been a joke, something Ellie had brushed off as Tommy teasing his brother. But now, it struck her differently.

And then there was that conversation with you and Emma, the one where you had hesitantly asked Emma and her about falling in love with someone. older. Ellie had laughed it off at first, not thinking much of it, but now those words echoed in her mind, each one slotting into place like pieces of a puzzle she hadn’t even realized she was solving.

The realization hit her like a freight train, knocking the breath out of her. 

***

When they reached your home, the quiet of the night wrapped around the small house like a blanket. Joel and Ellie helped you inside, your steps heavy with exhaustion. Your mother, who had been waiting anxiously, rushed to the door as soon as she saw you, her face pale with worry.

“Oh my God, what happened?!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling as she took in your disheveled appearance, the bruises, the blood. Her hands fluttered helplessly as she looked to Joel for answers.

“There was an accident,” Joel lied smoothly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “She got caught up in a fight between some kids from out of town. It wasn’t her fault, just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Your mother’s eyes widened in horror. “A fight? But—”

“It’s okay,” Joel interrupted gently, his gaze steady and reassuring. “She’s going to be okay. I took care of her, and she just needs some rest now.”

You clung to Joel, your hand gripping his shirt as if he were your lifeline. The pain and fear still echoed in your chest, but with Joel there, you felt a small measure of safety. “Please stay,” you whispered, your voice small and pleading.

Joel’s heart clenched at the sound of your voice, and he stroked your hair gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I have something to do, baby,” he murmured. “But I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nodded, your eyelids heavy as sleep began to pull you under. Joel waited until you were settled in bed, your breathing evening out as you drifted off. Only then did he stand, his eyes lingering on you for a long moment before he turned to your mother.

He walked over to her, his expression serious. “Please,” he said quietly, “don’t tell your husband about this when he comes home tomorrow. She doesn’t need him getting worked up over it, and it won’t help her. Just tell him she had a fall, or something like that.”

Your mother frowned, confusion and concern etched into her features. “But why? He needs to know—”

“Trust me,” Joel cut in, his tone firm. “It’s for the best. I’ll be back in the morning to check on her, I promise.”

After a few more reassurances, Joel finally left with Ellie. The drive back to their house was silent, the air between them thick with unspoken words. When they finally arrived home, Ellie could no longer hold back.

“Joel,” she started, her voice tense as they walked into the house, “what’s going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's going on between you and her?"

Joel froze for a moment, his back to Ellie as he hung up his jacket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

“Don’t lie to me,” Ellie shot back, her voice rising with frustration. “I have eyes, Joel. I saw how you were with her tonight. And it wasn’t just about protecting her—it was more than that."

"She’s... she’s barely older than me! What the hell are you doing?”

Joel finally turned to face her, his expression pained. He knew there was no dodging this, not with the way Ellie was looking at him—like she was trying to make sense of something incomprehensible, something that felt like a betrayal.

“Ellie,” Joel started, his voice low, laden with the weight of his guilt. “I can explain—”

Ellie cut him off, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. “Explain what, Joel? That you’re sick? That you’ve lost your fucking mind? How could you do this? How could you even think about her like that?!”

Joel’s heart ached at the venom in her words, the disgust that he could hear so clearly. “It’s not what you think—”

“It’s exactly what I think!” Ellie shouted, her hands shaking as she tried to comprehend the man standing in front of her. “How could you, Joel? How long has this been going on?"

Ellie’s voice wavered, the anger boiling over as she struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. “How long, Joel? How long have you been doing this behind my back? Behind everyone’s back? She’s just a kid! How could you even think about her like that?”

Joel swallowed hard, his mind racing, searching for the right words, but everything seemed wrong. “Ellie, it’s not... I didn’t mean for this to happen. It just... it just did.”

Ellie’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she processed his response. “We both knew her father beat her, Joel!"

Joel’s heart skipped a beat as Ellie’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. “Ellie... how do you know about that?” he asked, his voice low, almost fearful of the answer.

Ellie’s eyes were filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “I’m not blind, Joel. I have eyes. I saw the bruises, the way she flinched when her father was around. And I saw the way she looked at you, the way she leaned on you. That night, dinner at Tommy's I noticed how she clung to you. She was scared, Joel, and I thought you were stepping in to be the father figure she needed. Like you were for me.”

Joel’s chest tightened, the guilt of Ellie’s words cutting deep. He had been so caught up in his own feelings, in his need to protect and care for you, that he hadn’t noticed Ellie was watching, understanding more than he ever gave her credit for.

“But you weren’t just being there for her, were you?” Ellie continued, her voice trembling with accusation. “You were supposed to protect her, Joel. Instead, you... you took advantage of her.”

Joel’s breath hitched, the weight of her accusation pressing down on him like a physical force. “Ellie, no... it wasn’t like that. I protect her,"

Ellie shook her head, disbelief etched into every line of her face. “Protect her? By doing this? By crossing a line that should never have been crossed? How could you, Joel? How could you do this to her?"

Joel’s patience snapped, the fury and desperation he’d been trying to keep in check finally boiling over. “BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HER!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the house, raw and unfiltered.

Ellie froze, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at him, wide-eyed. The intensity in his voice, the sheer force of his confession, left her reeling. Joel’s chest heaved with emotion, his eyes wild as he finally let the truth out, the words he’d been too afraid to admit even to himself.

“I love her,” Joel repeated, his voice breaking as the weight of it all crashed down on him. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. She’s not just some kid to me, Ellie. She’s everything. And I know it’s wrong, I know it’s messed up, but I can’t help it. I love her, and I’m not gonna let anything happen to her.”

Ellie stared at him, her mind racing to process what she’d just heard. The Joel she knew, the man who had become her family, was now a stranger to her in this moment. She could see the pain in his eyes, the sincerity, but it only made it harder to reconcile.

“You’re out of your mind,” Ellie whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and fear. “This isn’t love, Joel. It can’t be.”

Joel shook his head, his eyes pleading with her to understand. “It is, Ellie. I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I love her, and I’m gonna protect her, no matter what. Even if that means keeping her safe from me.”

She didn’t know what to say. "And I will make sure the person who did this to her pay," Joel said again.

Ellie stared at Joel, her emotions a tangled mess of fear, love, and resignation. Joel had been more than just a guardian to her; he was the closest thing to a father she’d ever known. The thought of losing him, or of watching him spiral into something dangerous, tore at her heart. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a path that could only lead to disaster.

“Joel,” Ellie began, her voice shaky, “I don’t want to lose you. You’re my father, and I love you. But this… what you and she are doing… it scares me. What if her father finds out? He’s not just going to let this slide. What if Tommy finds out? What if the whole town finds out?”

Joel’s face tightened, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He knew she was right. The risks were enormous, and the consequences could be devastating, not just for him, but for you, for Ellie, for everyone involved. But despite all of that, he couldn’t turn away from what he felt.

“I know, Ellie,” Joel said, his voice heavy with guilt. “I know what could happen, and it scares the hell out of me too. But I can’t… I can’t lose her..."

Ellie looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and something like acceptance. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, Joel. I don’t want to see you hurt, or worse. And I don’t want to see her hurt either.”

Joel nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll do everything I can to protect her, Ellie. And I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe too. I promise.”

Ellie sighed, the fight leaving her as she came to a reluctant acceptance. “If she makes you happy, Joel… then I guess that’s what matters. But please, be careful. This could blow up in your face in ways you can’t even imagine.”

Joel reached out, this time placing a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Thank you, Ellie. Thank you,"

note: FUCKKK i think chapter 7 and 8 are shit, i promise i'll be better

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Well hello there my babies, hehe here is the little mini series I have begun for a modern!Aemond roommate AU. I'm super excited to explore this side of things as I have mostly been putting my focus into SFA. Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Hehe, slowish burn too <3 Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Christmas Beetle

The key scratched against the metal of the lock, your hand turning it as you opened the door to your flat, the smell of cooking curling around you as you stepped inside. From the kitchen you could hear your roommate Helaena humming to the music that played out of your speaker. 

“Hel!” You called out, dropping your keys into the dish by the door, toeing your shoes off as you moved inside the apartment. 

“In here!” Helaena sang back.

You moved your way down the hall, dropping your bag on the dining room table as you moved towards the kitchen.

Helaena stood barefooted in a singlet and pair of matching underwear. Her long silver hair piled atop her head, held together by a large butterfly clip. 

“Whatcha cooking, good looking?” You asked, walking up behind Helaena who reached out to turn down the speaker that was currently playing Lana Del Reys ‘West Coast’. 

Helaena turned her head, small silver butterfly earrings dangling from her ears, “Bolognese!” 

The room smelt of cooking onion and tomato, and you breathed in deeply as she reached forward to put in some cut up carrots and celery inside of the ceramic large pot. 

“Yum. God I love you.” You sighed, leaning back against the counter as you watched her stir in the ingredients, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Absolutely nothing.” She grinned, reaching forward for the salt, sprinkling it atop, “Who else would feed you if I didn’t?”

“Hey! I can cook.” You frowned.

Helaena laughed loudly, “Mi Goreng doesn’t count.”

“I’ll have you know I can cook more than that.” You crossed your arms around your chest as you kicked a foot out to hit her shin softly.

Helaena jumped back, “Don’t be mean to the chef or you won’t get anything.”

You bowed, arm out in a dramatic flair, “Apologies, Your Grace.”

“Cut it out.” She pouted, “How was work?”

Hopping up on the counter, you groaned, “Don’t get me started. Larys was on my ass the whole day. Remind me why I work there again?”

“Because you need the money, and I got you the job.”

“It wasn’t just you that got me the job.” You grunted, “I have a great resume.”

“Of course you do.”

Tossing your head back against the cabinets you looks at the cream ceiling, “Ugh, how do you deal with Larys at all? He’s such a fucking creep. I swear he is always looking at me with those beady little eyes. You know the only time he has ever been nice to me was when he complimented my new shoes.” You scrunched your nose up at the thought. 

Your boss Larys Strong was a man who made your skin crawl. Lanky, with a crooked build, the brunette man always had a way of getting under your skin, and you could always feel his eyes on you when you worked in the office. He hovered around other workers, asking personal questions and prying into everyone else’s personal lives, and yet you knew next to nothing about the man. A complete energy vampire.

“I’m sure he’s not that bad. Mum hasn’t said anything about him and she works with him.” Helaena pointed out, bringing the spoon to her lips to try to sauce. She hummed loudly as she dipped it again, hand beneath it as she offered you a try.

You leant forward blowing on the spoon softly as steamed poured off of it, “Yeah, but your mum isn’t the most observant person, Hel.” You sucked the sauce into your mouth, eyes closing as you moaned loudly, “Oh my god. This is heaven. If you weren’t my best friend I would marry you.”

Helaena blushed and took the spoon back from you, swatting your thigh on the bench, “That ship has sailed.”

You laughed loudly at the memory, “How was I supposed to know you were hitting on me? You said I looked like a Christmas beetle.”

“Christmas beetles are beautiful.” Helaena said indignantly, “They have many different colours and shades, and in the sun they glow.”

“Don’t you go soft on me, Hely.” You teased, kicking your legs against the cabinet with a thunk, “Besides, you can’t butter me up with this home cooked meal no matter how good it is. I can’t believe you’re leaving me here alone.” You whined, throwing your head back, “And on break too!”

“Life is a cruel mistress.” She mocked you, “You won’t even notice I’m gone." A pale hand waved itself at you in the air in dismissal, "It’s only for the month, maybe even less than that. You know I have to go see Daeron, he’s been studying at Old Town all by himself, the poor thing.”

“Yeah well, not all of us can get into the prestigious Old Town University.” You huffed, “And I will notice you’re gone, who will cook me dinner?”

“I thought you said you could cook.”

“Hel, you wound me.” You grabbed the front of your shirt above your heart dramatically.

Helaena snorted, “Suck it up. Besides, my brother is going to sublet the room for the month so you won’t be alone.”

“Hel,” You whispered, head tilted in uncertainty, “Please don’t tell me Aegon is moving in. I love you, you know this, but your brother is a sex pest. Last time he came over he called me a Gazelle.”

“A Gazelle?”

“Said I have long legs.” You grimaced.

“Ugh. Gross. He is such a manwhore.” You hummed in agreement as Helaena scrunched her face up, mouth open in disgust, “But no, Aemond is going to sublet the room.”

“Hel, that isn’t any better. Aemond?” You began, leaning forward as you looked at her uneasily, “'Can’t pry a word out of the man', Aemond? 'Messy break up with his crazy ex', Aemond? Hel are you punishing me?”

“Be nice.” She slapped your arm, adding fresh basil into the pot that simmered gently, “Aemond is sweet once you get to know him. He’s just shy.”

“The last time I spoke to him, I asked him how his day was and he just hummed at me. He hummed.”

Helaena laughed.

“It’s not funny, Hel! Who the hell just hums like that?”

A small laugh floated through her nose, “Look, Aemond was the only one I could get to sublet the room in such short notice. Especially someone I trust. Plus, he needs to get away from Harrenhal and move back to Kings Landing. Alys has really done a number on him, and I think if he gets some time away from her he will see it’s better that way.”

“Can't you ask your mum to cover the rent? You’re not exactly scraping by.”

The Targaryens were richer than most, descended from ancient royalty, even owning an island called Dragonstone, a short boat ride away from shore, where a large fortress sat atop. Helaena would sometimes go for the summer to see her cousins, and had even taken you one year.

“I don’t want anything to do with the family money. When I moved out, I made a promise to myself that I would make it on my own.”

You sighed, smiling at your best friend. She really was one of a kind, willing to go above and beyond for her friends and not freeloading from her generational wealth like her brothers did, “You’re a good person, Hel. But you’re putting my head on the chopping block.”

“Mm.”

“Not you too.” You whined.

“Better get used to it," She grinned, enjoying your distress, "Aemond will be moving into my room at the end of the week. So I expect you to behave yourself while I’m away and be nice to him.”

You gasped in mock offence, “I’m always nice!”

Helaena gave you a pointed look. 

“Okay, well fine. I’ll be on my best behaviour for you.” You hopped off the counter, and put a hand on your chest and one in the air, “Scouts honour.”

“You weren’t a scout.”

“Never too late.” You grinned.

Helaena scrunched her nose at you, “You’re so annoying. Go shower, you stink.”

“I do not!” You said indignantly, turning your head to your shoulder to smell yourself.

“Well, there’s too many chefs in the kitchen and I want to have an everything shower tonight.”

You opened your mouth in mock surprise as you looked at her, a soft gasp leaving your lips. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at your best friend, “And who are you shaving for?” You wiggled your eyebrows at her.

Helaena blushed, “No one.”

“No.” You said in disbelief.

“Y/n-“

“Please tell me you’re not.”

Silence.

“Are you seeing Sara again?” 

Helaena looked so sheepish as she went back to stirring the dinner, you moved to stand behind her, resting your head on her shin from behind as you watched her cook, “Hel, what are you hiding from me?”

“Go away, you big gnat.” 

“I thought I was a Christmas beetle?”

“I’ve changed my mind. Plus you’re one to talk, I saw Cregan’s car out the front the other day as I left for work.” Helaena snipped, flustered and cheeks completely red. Her neck speckled with a blush that rose up from her chest.

“Glass houses. Besides, you can’t say the Starks aren’t scrummy.” You pinched her side and moved away from the kitchen, “I’m going to shower, and I’ll make sure to leave you some hot water so when Sara comes over tonight you’ll be all squeaky clean.” You teased.

“Shut it!”

The next morning you rose early to make yourself a cup of tea, you bumping into Sara on her way out of the house. The brunette was moving quickly out the door, hair knotted at the back of her head and lips blushed. 

“Morning Sara.” You greeted her as she walked past you on the lounge, clearly not expecting to see you. You lifted your mug of tea up towards her in greeting and watched as her cheeks blushed a deeper red than the top she was wearing. 

“Morning.” She responded, “Sorry, I’ve got an early class to get to.”

“Its Saturday.”

“Uh-” The Stark stuttered.

“And it’s break.”

“Oh, shut up." She smirked, "Tell my brother I said 'hi.'” Smile pulling downwards on her lips playfully. 

You laughed softly in the quiet of the room, and bid her a goodbye. 

Sara and Helaena had been on and off for longer than you had known Helaena, and was actually how you met Cregan. Sara had set it up after a night of drinking together, and Helaena had only encouraged you to ‘let your freak fly’.

Cregan was amazing. Tall, kind, smart and with a handsomeness that only Northerners had, with these dark brown eyes that you could get lost in. 

But in saying that, you weren’t compatible in anything other than sex or casual friendship. You had been sleeping together for a few months when he wanted more, and you weren’t ready for that. And so you had ended the little tryst that you had, and parted on good terms. Amicable terms.

For a while, the two of you hadn’t spoken, letting Cregan have space from you to process what had happened, but eventually you had received a text to meet up for a coffee one day, and decided you were better off being friends. 

Who fucked. 

Occasionally. 

Helaena exited her room shortly after, her silver hair messy and wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung to her mid thighs, a large centipede with a hat on the front. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” You sang to her, watching as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Why are you up so early?” She grumbled, clearly not having gotten much sleep. 

“There’s an antique market down in the square and I thought we could go and get some trinkets.” You smiled, watching as her eyes came alight.

“Trinketville.” She spoke in a high pitched voice.

“Yup!”

Shuffling her feet towards you, she leant over the back of the couch, “When does it start?”

“Started around 7.” You grabbed your phone to look at the screen, “It’s only 8:40, so if you quickly get dressed I can drive us down and get us a park.”

“Yay!” Helaena chirped, spinning back into her room suddenly alive.

As she walked away you called out to her, “Saw Sara sneak out.”

“Huh?” Helaena yelled back.

“I saw Sara this morning!”

Helaena stuck her head out from the door, hiding her naked body behind its frame, cheeks tinged pink, “Please don’t tell me you said anything.” She winced.

“I just said good morning.” You said coyly, watching as Helaena sighed in exacerbation before going back into her room.

“You know,” You called out, standing to put your mug in the dishwasher, “You don’t have to hide her in your room. I don’t hide Cregan.”

Helaena stepped out wearing a pair of pale denim overalls, and a soft yellow shirt underneath, socks and doc martins in hand, “Yeah well, you haven’t dated Cregan.”

“I mean we kind of did.” You shrugged, leaning against the side of the couch as she sat at the small dining table to put her shoes and socks on. 

“Fucking him on the couch doesn’t count as dating.”

It was your time to blush, “Close enough.”

Helaena snorted, lacing up her boots, “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” She eyed you up and down, one brow raised. 

You looked down at yourself. You were in an old busted t-shirt which had far too many holes to make it physically sound, and beneath you wore some old track pants and slides. 

“Whats wrong with what I’m wearing?” You asked, offence in your tone.

“What’s right with it?” Helaena grimaced, “Go get actually dressed you slob. What if there’s someone cute at the markets?”

“I will have no time for cuties as I will be too lost in the joys of finding the ultimate trinkets for my collection.” You sniffed, raising your chin in defiance. 

“Borderline hoarding at this point.”

You gasped, “Hey! Says you Miss Insects.”

“Go get dressed,” Helaena insisted leaving no room for argument, “Then we will head out. Do you think they’ll have coffee?”

You laughed, “Yeah, there should be a truck.”

When you were dressed and ready, you drove yourself and Helaena down to the markets, already full of people and bursting with life.

Many people brought their dogs with them and to your delight, an old man people called Maester Orwyle was seen walking his white Persian cat inside of a pram. The cat sat with her paws crossed in front of her as she watched everyone walking past, the occasional hiss given to the dogs that passed her or children who got too close. 

Helaena giggled loudly as you both passed it, moving to look at another antique jewellery stand, Helaena’s eyes immediately spotting a small, gold, dragonfly pin. Its wings had emeralds on its tips and a larger one as its head. 

She held the pin in her hand, uncertain if she should get it or not, the old man behind the table trying to sell it to her. 

“It’s real gold, 14 karats. Real emeralds too. A pretty broach for a pretty girl.”

Helaena smiled politely though you knew she wished to move away.

“Come on Hel, when will you ever find something like that again?” You encouraged her. Her lip was caught between her teeth as she thought.

Looking up at the greying man behind the table, you asked for the price, “How much?”

“$70.” The man replied.

Helaena moved to put the pin back down, “It’s too expensive.” She said quietly.

“Nonsense.” You whispered back. “I’ll give you forty for it.” You looked at the man. 

“Forty is too low. I’ll do sixty.”

“Fifty.” You counted.

“Y/n.” Helaena hissed.

The old man hummed as he look at the two of you before he nodded, “Fifty then.”

You looked at Helaena triumphantly and watched as she sheepishly gave the man the money, clutching the pin in her hand as the two of you walked away.

“I hate when you do that. It's so embarrassing. You’re like my grandpa.”

“Did you just compare me to Otto?” You grimaced, remembering your interactions with the stiff older man. He was rather cold, and barely spoke a word to you unless to correct you, but he would brighten up when speaking to Helaena considerably. 

“You leave him alone, he’s old.”

You hummed in response. 

“You’ll get along with Aemond just fine if you keep that up.” Helaena teased and you stuck your tongue out at her, moving to look at some old books. 

You picked up an old heavy leather book, which looked to have been buried in dust. You opened the cover gently and looked at the front page. Your eyes widened. 

“Helaena!” You hissed, grabbing her to your side as you looked down at the book in your hand, “This is a First Edition.” You quietly whispered. 

“Looks like the worst edition.” She giggled and you elbowed her in the side.

“Seriously Hel, these are so hard to come across! It’s ‘The Lovers of Queen Nymeria’ too, this is like old old.” You explained, excitement racing through your veins, “These are seriously hard to get a hold of!”

“God, you and Aemond are the same. I swear my dad had that in his library.”

You snorted, “Yeah, well, not all of us come from royalty, Hel. I come from a long line of peasants, which I-“

“Oh, cut it out.” She griped.

You let yourself laugh, holding the book in your hands in wonder, “They’re probably asking for hundreds for this. God, I can’t believe I’m even able to touch it right now!”

Helaena looked up at the young man who had the stall, “Excuse me, could you please tell us the price of this book?”

“Hel, it’ll be way out of my price range.” You sighed quietly.

The man turned and came over, looking at the book in your hands, “I’ll give it to you for $20.” He said with disinterest, looking at the worn cover. 

“$20?!” You said in disbelief, shock crawling through you.

“We’ll take it!” Helaena responded quickly, handing he man $20 from her small silver purse. 

“Hel, I’m paying for it.”

“Nope!” She popped the ‘p’ as you moved away, holding the book in your hands in shock. “This is my gift to you, plus you saved me the money for the pin, aaaand you can take it as me buttering you up because mumboughtmeanearlierflight.” The last part of her sentance was speedily blurted as she turned to look at you, offering you a remorseful smile. 

“You bitch.” You narrowed your eyes at her, “You’re lucky I love you.”

You walked side by side, looking at the rest of the stalls, finding some fun little things before the two of you decided to go home, exhausted from walking around in the hot sun for hours. 

When you arrived back at the apartment, Helaena slumped onto the couch the two of you had found on the street years back. It was a light brown velvet, with dark wood detailing. An absolute classic.

The silver haired girl sighed, tugging her bag onto her lap as she begun to line up her buys of the day on the table. 

You joined her, placing your book on the table followed by a small, vintage, golden mirror and a large candle holder for your room. Helaena had bought her pin, a small blue skirt with little green beetles on it, as well as a large framed Luna Moth.

You let your head drop to her shoulder, “I’m going to miss you.” You whined, tapping your head onto the bone of her shoulder. 

“You big baby, I’ll be back in no time.”

“But you’re leaving me on breaaaak. What about all the hotties we were going to pick up at the bars?” 

Helaena laughed loudly as she rested her head against the top of yours, “Plenty of time to do that when I get back.”

You grunted, “Don’t act like you didn’t tell me you are leaving earlier. You said end of the week.” You pulled away and looked at her with your eyes narrowed, “When are you leaving now?”

“Tomorrow.” Helaena sighed.

“Tomorrow?! What!”

Helaena began to fiddle with her hands in her lap, her pale fingers picking at the skin at her nails. You watched as Helaena became quiet, shut in, and a sudden wave of anxiety moved through you. 

“Hel, what’s wrong? Has Sara done something?” You questioned, head dipping to try and catch her eyes.

“Dads sick.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at her, “Has he gotten worse?” You asked softly.

Helaena’s dad had been sick for a long time, when you had met her she was worried, but knew there was nothing that she could do. Her visits to her family home back then were frequent, but as time went on, her visits became less, and she had assured you that his team of carers and her mother could handle it.

“It’s not good.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She gave you a sad smile, “It was going to happen one day or another. Mum wants us to go back to see them at the Keep, so I’m going to Daeron’s to get him and we will go together.”

“But what about Aemond? Will he be going with you?”

Helaena let out a quiet breath, “Dad doesn’t have the best relationship with Aem and Egg. Pretty sure my sister will be at the Keep with my nephews, and well,” She paused, and you knew why, “You know Aem doesn’t have a good relationship with them.”

You remembered the day Helaena had told you about Aemond’s fight with Lucerys when they were kids and the accident. You had felt terrible hearing the news, but now understood why tensions in the family were so strained. Not to mention that Helaena’s sister Rhaenyra, from his first marriage, was largely favoured over his other three children.

But from all accounts that Helaena had told you, Rhaenyra was a lovely woman, and incredibly kind to her.

You grabbed Helaena’s hand and held it, “Let me know if you need me to come, yeah? Or need anything of me. I mean anything. You need me, I’ll be there.” 

Helaena gave you a gentle smile as she nodded, “Thanks, but I’ll be okay. Maybe you could come to the Keep and stay a week or something once I'm settled.”

“Will that hunky Criston be there?” You waggled your eyebrows at her.

Helaena's face morphed into disgust, “Ewww. I don’t see what you see in him.”

“What? He’s hot, plus him being your mums bodyguard makes it so much hotter.”

“He’s not her bodyguard.” Helaena argued.

���Sure, then he just follows her around like a lost puppy and is paid to look pretty. Anyhow, when is Aemond coming since you go tomorrow?” You rested your head back against her shoulder, fiddling with her hand in her lap as you wiggled her fingers with yours.

“He said he’d be driving his old chevy Vhagar in, so who knows how long that will take. If it doesn’t break down on the way.” Helaena snickered.

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Be my Boyfriend OP81

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The morning after a night out you wake up with a certain someone in your bed

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it babes), Choking, Spit, Oscar in the wild, Beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow

Now playing: "Art Deco" by Lana del Rey

AN: I've written smut before but THIS feels like the first time I've written real smut.

Also i meant hickory as in the color hickory, not hickory wood. I am not stupid i swear! *falls to knees*

Can anyone tell that im obsessed with his eyes? I AM NORMAL I SWEAR *falls to knees again*

Your head was aching badly, you had just woken up from your deep slumber after a long night out. The hangover was creeping up on you as you sat up on the bed. There was a man sleeping next to you. Wait. Theres a man sleeping next you-?

You risked a closer look and realized it was your friend Oscar, who you'd been sleeping around with recently. Thank God it wasn’t some random stranger. He was snoring quietly and looked peaceful, you decided to let him sleep a bit longer.

The floor was cold, and the sun hadn’t reached through the window yet, you carefully made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A hot cup of tea would surely make you feel a bit better. Just in case the sleeping man upstairs woke up, you heated enough water for two mugs. There were still a few dirty plates in the sink, so you decided to wash those and tidy up the kitchen.

Soon after you were greeted with two beautiful brown eyes. “Morning”, he was rubbing his eyes, and his soft hair was a mess. “Morning sunshine”, you chuckled while he tiredly walks down the stairs. Oscar groaned as his head hurt from the hangover. As soon as you two landed in your bed the day before, he was out like a light. Obviously not before you rearranged his guts though.

You fished out a pack of tablets from the cabinet and dissolved two tablets in a big cup of water. You offered Oscar the cup, which he eyed skeptically before drinking half of it. The medicine tastes awful, but you traded the glass for his mug and downed the rest of the disgusting liquid. Grabbing your own mug, you pulled Oscar towards the couch in the living room. You both quietly sat there, exchanging looks and taking occasional sips of your tea.

Once you were done, you placed the mugs on the coffee table. Oscar gently pulled you into his lap, holding you close. He felt warm and cozy, almost like your bed upstairs. You could’ve stayed like this forever, except… well. Oscar’s morning wood was pressing against you painfully. Feeling a bit cheeky you purposely grind against it, earning a low groan from the man in front of you.

He was now looking at you with a slight grin.

“Let me help you with that.” You carefully slid off the couch and knelt on the carpet in front of Oscars spread legs. His eyes observed you closely and only a small hint of tiredness was left in his expression. You carefully took off his shorts, appreciating his grey briefs. Offering him a mischievous look, you palm him through his underwear. Oscar groaned loudly at the contact, furrowing his brows while his face flushed.

You then pulled his boxers down, only enough for you to take his dick in your hand. “Fuck.”, he bit his lip at the feeling of your cold hands against his member. His stunning eyes were closed, and you took the opportunity to take him into your mouth. Oscar moaned loudly at the wet feeling, throwing back his head.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock while jerking the rest. The scene before you was one you’d love to have on a polaroid picture. Oscar spreading his legs, trembling with pleasure and his head tipped back while begging for more.

Pushing his dick further into your mouth you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. He looked down at you with a flushed expression, sliding a hand into your curls and gently pushing his cock fully into your wet, warm mouth. You began bobbing up and down, enjoying the sight in front of you. He tasted slightly salty, slightly sweet but most importantly perfect.

You knelt there, your hands roaming his thighs, occasionally giving them a light squeeze. His body tensed and relaxed in a comfortable rhythm while you did your best to bring him pleasure. Oscar was a nice guy. He was more than that, he was the perfect guy. You'd known him for a long time now, though only recently you two agreed to hook up from time to time. Promising yourself to not catch any feelings was pointless, and you knew it from the start.

Oscar was a moaning mess by now and rambled on about how good it feels and how close he is. A sweet, tight feeling had coiled in his stomach. His body began tensing up and only a few moments later thick white ropes of cum shot down your throat, you weren’t going to waste a single drop. The feeling of your swallowing closing around his cock had Oscar moaning even louder.

After sucking him off, you collected yourself and straddled the heavily breathing man on your couch. “Take this off”, he tugged at your shirt. You did as you were told, meanwhile Oscar got rid of his own t shirt. He ran his hands over your bare chest, playing teasingly with your nipples.

You reached behind him and gave his ass a firm squeeze, before kissing his neck. As much as he likes the dominant you, today he had other plans. He pushed you backwards, making you gasp. He smiles at you smugly, before kissing and nibbling your neck, while one of his hands went under your shorts to caress your thighs. You groaned and mumbled under him, enjoying the attention. Your own hardness was now pressing against Oscar’s stomach as he was leaning over you. His body was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t resist touching him. He moans softly, the feel of your hands is like heaven to him.

His lips moved along your neck to leave the occasional hickey, while he shifted his free hand to your inner thigh, massaging the soft spot there. “Feel good?”, you nod eagerly while he grins at you. His sweet lips felt like velvet to your skin, you could melt right there and then. Oscar reached for the waistband of your shorts before whispering: “Can I take care of you?”, you struggle to form words and just let out a loud whine. “Words, darling.”, groaning you muster up a weak ‘please’, which appeased Oscar.

He then gently lifted your legs, taking off the last pieces of clothing covering you, now leaving you sprawled out bare in front of him. Oscar carefully took your dick into his hand, then licked a long stripe up your length. Your breaths felt heavy and warm, you gripped Oscars shoulder. He slowly took in all of your length, sucking in all the right ways. He held onto your hips and caressed them softly while humming. The vibrations made you shudder and tense.

He reached up and tapped your mouth with two of his fingers, wanting you to wet them for him. You gladly sucked on them, coating them generously with saliva as you whined. Oscar then retracted his fingers again, making you pout at the loss. But that quickly turned into gasps as he slowly pushed them into your greedy hole, making scissoring motions. Squirming and whining filled the living room, heating the atmosphere. His raspberry lips looked so perfect around your cock and his soft, longing touches lit a fire in you.

Oscar decided to add another finger, making you whine at how well he was stretching you. His big brown eyes searched yours, his deep gaze looking right into your soul. You could get lost in those beautiful hickory colored pools.

With the pace of his fingers and his mouth, the cord inside you strained until it snapped and you were swallowed by pleasure. Cum splattered all over Oscar’s face. He smiled smugly as he wiped it off his face and put it in his mouth, savoring your taste.

Now it was your turn to push him over; you gently laid your hand on his chest while he gave you a questioning look, wondering what you'd do next

You slowly sunk down on his cock and winced at the full feeling. He didn’t give you any time to adjust as he already began thrusting up into you at a brutal pace. He made sure to watch every little shift in your expression.

Your body was shaking, but you managed to whisper: “Let me ride you.” Oscar smirked at your request, halting his movements. His hands found their way onto your hips as you bounced on his dick. You leaned down while keeping up your pace and pressed a hasty kiss to his forehead. ‘Feels so fucking good.’

Oscar smiled sweetly, almost innocently, but the next moment he has his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing tightly. He began fucking into you again, making you spill curses and moans. Of course, he was a very loving person but when it came to bedroom activities he seemed almost merciless.

There was a warm feeling pooling in your stomach again, indicating your incoming climax. With his other hand, Oscar took your dick in his hand and began pumping it. Another intent, deep look from him made you feel even warmer than you already did.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You clenching around his cock had Oscar seeing stars as he came in you. Hard.

Both of you were a sweaty, panting mess, his cock still inside you while you ride off your high.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a sweet kiss. Oscar looks at you intently.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

[cierraonline]

Hold up you have an issue with pazzi? Bc the way these far from the truth fics are set up 😂

I don't have a problem with pazzi if I'm also in the equation. If it's not a throuple then Pazzi don't exist to me.

Europe Special Part One 

chapter three: europe special part one

warning:  none

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XXX

DELTA AIR LINE PLANE

MIDDLE OF NO WHERE

9 HOURS AWAY FROM CROATIA

So, this is it.

You are scored on my heart, Clark.

You were, from the first day you walked in.

With your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes.

And your bad jokes.

and your complete inability

to ever hide a single thing that you felt.

Don't think of me too often.

I do not want you getting sad.

Just live well.

Just live.

I'll be walking beside you every step of the way.

Love, Will

“Are they okay?” The Delta Air Lines flight attendant walked over to the section where the University of Connecticut women’s basketball team was seated, glancing back and forth between the head coach and Sasha and Azzi, who were sobbing uncontrollably while staring at their devices.

“They’re fine,” Geno waved off the scene, though the gut-wrenching crying had already drawn the attention of several travelers nearby.

“They don’t look fine,” the flight attendant hesitated, unsure if she should trust his word.

“Trust me,” Geno gave her a pointed look. “This is them crying quietly.”

“Well, should I bring them some tissues or maybe a free cookie?” The middle-aged woman suggested, eager to help in any way that might stop the semi-disturbance. Before Geno could tell her not to bother, she strutted away.

“Paige,” Geno tapped one of his guards, reaching across the aisle. “Paige,” he tapped again, more forcefully, disrupting the girl lost in her music, her ruby-red Beats headphones, and a self-motivation book she’d bought from the airport terminal.

“Huh? Wha?” Paige’s blue eyes blinked away from her book and Lana Del Rey’s voice. “What happened?” She quickly pushed off her headphones and turned to see her coach’s semi-annoyed expression.

“Tell the Sasha and Azzi book club over there to keep it down,” Geno pointed to the duo on her right, red-faced and tear-streaked, clutching each other for comfort. “They’re sobbing so loudly that people probably think we’re holding them hostage or something.”

“I told you to ban them from reading,” Paige remarked in an 'I told you so' tone, which her coach clearly didn’t want to hear as he returned to his word puzzle book.

“No one likes a know-it-all, Paige,” Geno rolled his eyes. “Now fix it before we get kicked off the plane.” With that, he resumed his crossword.

"A formal speech, especially one given on a ceremonial occasion (9 letters)... Easy, 'monologue,'" Geno smirked, filling in the word.

“Yo, Thing One and Thing Two, calm it down,” Paige turned to address her wife and best friend. “Y’all are scaring people with your ugly crying.”

“Shut up, Paige,” Azzi glared, wiping under her eyes.

“Yeah, shut up, Paige,” Sasha chimed in, supporting her best friend. “Go back to your depressing music and leave us alone. Don’t worry about what we’ve got going on over here.”

“If it wasn’t for y’all crying so loud, I’d still be reading my book and listening to my ‘depressing music,’” Paige shot back sassily. But she forgot who she was talking to—her wife, aka Ms. Don’t Play With Her.

“Now, you know I don’t have an inch of ugly on me,” Sasha smirked, giving Paige a once-over. “I’m too pretty to ever be called pretty.”

“Who are you?” Azzi laughed, looking at her friend.

“I’ll be that pretty motherfucker,” Sasha smirked.

“A$AP.”

“Yes sir.”

“Rocky!”

“Yes sir!”

“I’m done with y’all!” Paige exclaimed, turning away from them, pushing her headphones back on, and reopening her book.

“Bestie, let’s read the Twilight collection!” Azzi gasped, realizing she still had the books on her iPad, knowing Sasha probably did too.

“You just want me to go on another ‘I hate Bella Swan’ rant, don’t you?” Sasha shook her head.

“Yeah, so I can go on an ‘I hate Alice Cullen’ rant after you,” Azzi grinned.

DELTA AIR LINE PLANE

MIDDLE OF NO WHERE

5 HOURS AWAY FROM CROATIA

“Why are you being creepy?” Sasha mumbled, feeling the gaze of a certain blonde beside her.

“How did you know I was looking at you?” Paige asked, surprised that Sasha, who was dead asleep, could sense her stare.

“I can feel your eyes piercing through my body,” Sasha replied with her eyes still closed, her head resting against Paige. “Now, what do you want?”

“Did you know we’re also going to Barcelona?” Paige’s face lit up with a wide smile, like a kid being handed more candy during a sugar rush.

“And?” Sasha murmured, shifting to get more comfortable.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” Paige furrowed her brows, pushing her wife off her shoulder. “We’re going to Barcelona... we’ve been together for five years... what’s not clicking, Steven?”

“I’m too tired to think, just tell me,” Sasha yawned.

“Ugh, remember the deal we made?” Paige hinted, not wanting to fully give away the answer. “The promise!”

“Still not following…” Sasha forced her body to wake up, knowing Paige wouldn’t stop pestering her.

“The deal was... we would lose our, you know what, before you turned twenty-one, but only if we did it in Barcelona, without actively planning it, and after four years of marriage,” Paige mumbled, trying not to let anyone overhear.

“You woke me up... to tell me that we’re going to Barcelona... because you’re a horny freaky fuck?” Sasha squinted in disbelief.

“Y-yes,” Paige hesitated truthfully, unsure what response she would get.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Sasha smiled, squeezing her cheeks. “So, what’s the plan for Barcelona?”

“I was thinking we could convince Geno to give us our own room when we get there,” Paige smiled hopefully. “After practice, we sneak away, maybe have dinner at a fancy restaurant... and then go back to the hotel to... you know. Then we switch rings while relaxing on the balcony.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for some time, haven’t you?” Sasha smirked, her eyes filled with adoration for her adorable wife, who, for some reason, was now acting shy. But it made sense—after all, the two had yet to go beyond a few steamy make-out sessions that had almost gone too far.

“Ever since Geno told me the countries we’d be visiting,” Paige’s smile grew more confident as she gave Sasha’s hand—entwined with hers since the start of the flight—a firm squeeze.

“Well, it’s a good thing I packed that set from Fenty in my suitcase,” Sasha’s suggestive tone sent heat coursing through Paige’s body, the same heat she felt when their kisses got dangerously close to crossing a line.

“The hot pink one?” Paige’s eyes widened in excitement. “You mean the lacy hot pink one with the thigh garters?”

“Yup,” Sasha teased, drawing out the last syllable. “And I brought that skirt you love.”

“The short skater skirt?” Paige whispered, eyes bright.

“That’s the one,” Sasha nodded.

“Does Barcelona have sex stores? I-I think we need to visit one,” Paige stuttered, already imagining how their night in Barcelona would unfold.

“I think they do... but we’ve got time, honey. Barcelona is the last destination of the trip.”

“So I have to wait until the end of the month?” Paige’s jaw dropped in disbelief and desperation.

“Yup,” Sasha nodded again. “But don’t worry, we’ve gone years without sex. I’m sure you can wait another month.”

“Y-yeah,” Paige muttered, though her voice lacked any conviction.

DELTA AIR LINE PLANE

MIDDLE OF NO WHERE

1 HOURS AWAY FROM CROATIA

“Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore,” Sasha groaned, unbuckling her seatbelt and standing up to stretch.

“What are you doing?” Paige’s eyes followed her wife’s every move. “The seatbelt light’s on. You need to be seated.”

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to stand or I’ll literally die inside,” Sasha rolled her eyes as she began doing squats in the aisle.

“Sit down before you get hurt. We only have an hour left,” Paige tried reasoning, but from the way Sasha kept moving, it was clear her words were going in one ear and out the other.

“If I sit down, I’ll go insane,” Sasha huffed. “First, my eyes hurt from reading. Second, they don’t have any more ginger ale, and the flight attendant had the nerve to ask if I wanted Coke. Do I look like a Coke-drinking ass person? I can’t even drink soda like that or my—"

“OCD will be triggered by a sugar rush,” Paige finished for her, already knowing the answer.

“And whoever thought these seats were spacious enough clearly never met a tall person. My knees are killing me,” Sasha continued her rant.

“You’re 5’10. Calm down,” Paige rolled her eyes, just wanting Sasha to sit down before they got reprimanded by the flight attendants.

“And you’re about to be sleeping by yourself when we get to the hotel,” Sasha shot back quickly.

“You know you can’t sleep without me, and I can’t sleep without you. So stop with the empty threats,” Paige dismissed her, and from Sasha’s groan, Paige knew she’d won a small argument for once today.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the seatbelt sign is on. For your safety, please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt.” The voice of the flight attendant echoed through the cabin, increasing Sasha’s irritation.

“She means you, so sit down now,” Paige used her firm voice, the one reserved for moments of urgency.

“Ugh,” Sasha groaned loudly, not caring about the looks she received. “What the fuck are they staring at?” she mumbled, returning to her seat between a deeply asleep Azzi and Paige.

“They’re staring at you, obviously. Seatbelt light means sit down. No seatbelt light means you can stand.”

“My knees hurting means I need to stand the fuck up, and my knees not hurting means I can sit,” Sasha snapped back, pulling her blanket over her legs. “You get cleared, and suddenly you’re all sassy.”

“No, being married to you means I have to be sassy constantly.”

“So you admit you’re sassy,” Sasha looked at Paige with mock seriousness.

“I’m only sassy because you make me sassy,” Paige retorted.

“I can’t make you do anything you don’t already want to do,” Sasha shook her head. “So, you want to be sassy.”

“Stop talking to me.”

“Guess we hate hearing the truth,” Sasha shrugged. “Call that flight attendant and ask her for a Coke.”

“Weren’t you just saying ‘Do I look like a Coke-drinking ass person?’”

“Shut up, Paige.”

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[blackdollette]

hii :3 can i req fem!reader touching herself next to euro while he’s sleeping bc she doesn’t want to wake him but then he does wake up & completely ruins her

i literally had a dream abt smth like this omg

"said i'm gonna play with myself." | euronymous

doin' time. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 781

contents: masturbation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation

you glanced at euronymous, who was sleeping soundly beside you. your heart was beating rapidly as your finger slowly circled your wet cunt. your hand was covering your mouth as you tried your best to not make a sound.

you pumped your fingers in and out of you, the wetness of your pussy being the only thing heard in the entire room. you couldn’t help being so needy. he had come home late after a long show and was simply too tired to fuck you tonight, leaving you as a horny little mess. so you decided to do things yourself. but you knew that he’d ruin you if he was aware of what you were doing.

you felt your clit starting to respond to all the stimulation, using your wetness as a lubricant. you curled your index and middle finger inside of you while your thumb circled your clit. you were getting so painfully close to an orgasm. your body started trembling as you couldn’t hold back your noises anymore.

small whimpers came out of you, but surely they weren’t loud enough for him to be able to hear. you pulled the blanket over yourself just a little more to muffle the sounds you were going to make when you finally came all over your little fingers. your eyes began to water as you felt your orgasm about to rush through you, when you felt a hard hand grab your wrist and pull it away from you.

you were about to whine from having your orgasm denied when he rolled over, putting himself on top of you. he pinned both of your arms above your head and gave you a blood-curdling glare. you felt fear coursing through your veins. your worst nightmare was seconds away from coming true. 

he kept your arms pinned up as he spoke to you. “so you just couldn’t wait, huh? just had to be so fucking needy.” he used his other hand to give your pussy a slap, making you wince. he brought his hand up and looked at how it glistened with your liquids. he looked extremely unamused.

you were squirming underneath him, trying to break out of his tight grasp. he pushed your thighs apart before spitting on his hand and shoving 3 fingers into your tight hole. you screamed out, instantly cumming all over his fingers with that single action. he harshly pushed his fingers in and out of you, making your body shake.

it didn’t take long for you to become overstimulated, sobbing underneath him and telling him that it was too much. but you knew that he was only just getting started. he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants and looked into your soul. “such a naughty girl…” he played with your clit using his tip. your eyes started twitching as blood rushed through your body.

without warning, he pushed his length into you, making you take every single inch. you cried out underneath him, tears streaming down your face. he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you at a dangerously fast pace. you moaned loudly as he stretched out your sore little pussy.

he made you cum again after another minute, seeing your body shake as he overstimulated you. he had a sinister expression on his face the entire time, like he actually wanted to destroy you. he pushed himself so deep into you that you shivered as he touched that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

when he finally found what he’d been looking for, he abused that spot until you were seeing stars. you felt yourself getting lightheaded as the pleasure simply became too much to handle. your moans turned into cries and pleas, begging for him to cease the abuse on your bruised pussy, but it was no use.

he made you cum 3 more times before he felt himself getting close to that point. his groans filled the room and he gripped your hips for support. you saw him losing his composure, struggling to keep himself together. he buried his head into your shoulder as he felt his orgasm rushing through him.

he filled your pussy to the brim, absolutely stuffing you with his cum. you felt his cock throb inside of you before he pulled out, giving your clit a few slaps with his cock. he rolled back to his side of the bed and let out one last groan. you were still trying to collect yourself, but your body was still relapsing.

you looked down at the puddle of cum underneath you and sighed. no matter how rough he could be with you, he always gave you exactly what you wanted.

author's note: school starts tomorrow! im literally shaking :(( but im gonna post lots today. hopefully every single request :))

[iluvshinytwink]

Hollywood's Dead - Jude Bellingham

"And in the light, you're sickeningly beautiful."

Synopsis: The moon above shines brightly and under the moonlight Jude realizes how beautiful you truly are. In that moment, the moon wasn't beautiful, you were.

Now Playing . . . Hollywood's Dead (Unreleased) by Lana Del Rey

a/n: my irl name is actually lanadelreylover6969 real not feyk

What did it mean to be 'in love all over again'? How does a person fall in love with their partner all over again?

In this night, we'll know.

Jude always knew he was head over heels for you. He fell in love with you once and he knew he'd never fall in love again. But how he wished to feel it again-- the feeling of your heart dropping when you see her, the feeling of your eyes being glued onto them as they walk pass you as you hold your breath, the feeling of embarrassment when you stutter as she laughs wholeheartedly. Deep inside, he wanted to fall in love with you all over again. But how? He's this deep in the cave and couldn't possibly get out now.

But the gods looked down at him and granted him his long time wish this night.

"Wanna go out for a ride?" you asked your boyfriend. It was particularly late at night, the TV's artificial light was the only source of light that lit up the dark living room. You were currently snuggled into Jude, a blanket wrapping the two of you. "It's so late, baby." Jude looked down at you with a sleepy smile. "Come on, Jude. Just this once." You pleaded. Jude looked down at you for a moment, eyes on yours. "Okay, fine." Jude chuckles. You excitedly get out of the couch with a shriek.

You entered the car first and Jude followed. Jude starts the car and you put your window down. "Where to, baby?" He asked. "Just follow my instructions." You plainly said. "Aye, aye." Jude yawned.

"Make a left here." You said, pointing at a left turn. "Where exactly are we going?" Jude asked, a bit worried at this point. "Trust me, Jude." You chuckled.

"Park here." You instructed and so he did. The gear stick was pulled upward and the car was stopped. You quickly made your way outside, a cool breeze brushing the hair out of your face.

The crickets chirped loudly tonight. Jude closes his car door and makes his way over to you. "Where exactly are we?" Jude asked, hands dug deep into his hoodie pockets. "Follow me." You said, and with that you started walking.

Jude followed you wholeheartedly, the grass beaneath him crinkled. He looked at your hands, he wanted to hold it. Although he wasn't falling behind, he didn't want to be lost, he wanted to be with you, touch you, even if you were just in front of him.

You finally stop walking. Jude looks in front of you and there was a pond, flowers were floating. You walk towards it and he follows you.

The moon's reflection could be seen in the pond. It was a full moon tonight.

You look at the pond, you saw your reflection in it and you smiled. Jude looks down too, the water swooshes softly and your face becomes distorted for a moment.

Your hand touches the water and you splash it in Jude's reflection. "Hey!" Jude looked at you with a smile. A laugh erupts from you.

You sit down on a patch of grass, knees hugged into your chest. Jude sits down before wincing. "What's wrong?" You asked with a smile. "The grass poked my ass!" He complained. "Just sit down!" You laughed.

The wind howled, hitting your face and making your ears hear a whistling sound.

The moon shined in all its glory. An aura radiated it, the moon wasn't alone, thankfully. Around the satellite, stars pampered the dark blue sky.

Jude looks over to you, seeing your mouth move. You were counting the stars. Jude looks above, he never had time to look at the moon and adore it. The moon glowed, showing off its beauty.

Jude looks to you again, and a feeling he forgot he felt suddenly washed over him.

His heart drops down to his toes but at the same time he felt his heart creeping up his esophagus.

The moon's light reflected onto you, your eyes had a part of the moon in it.

There are really no pure definition of beauty, but if he had to describe beauty, it would've been you. It was forever you.

He held his breath, thinking if he breathed he'd never capture this sight ever again.

In this moment, he finally found out why everyone loved the moon and all its beauty. It's light reflected onto the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, you.

He felt sick for a moment, in the light you were beautiful, sickeningly beautiful.

You look over to your boyfriend and he feels his heart drop again. He would look away, right? He should look away. But he didn't. His mouth lightly gaped at you and his eyes were still on you and only you, he didn't even blink.

A smile curled your lips as you chuckled. But he didn't react, he just looked at you.

You stared at your boyfriend, a smile still on your face.

The moon's light radiated on his skin. His beady black eyes on yours. You started memorizing his features. The way you could see his pearly white teeth peeking from his mouth, the way how his lips looked plump, the sharpness of his jawline-- he looked irrevocably beautiful.

You wanted to say something, anything. Something that would make him smile, perhaps. So you could see the beauty behind his smile, so you could hear the beauty behind his laughter. But nothing, your throat was caught in a knot and it seemed like there was no way to untangle it.

The moon always had stars accompanying it in the deep blue sky and no one really knows why. Some people think that there was a time that the moon was the only being in the sky. Some people think that the stars are attracted to the moon. Maybe it was because the moon was so beautiful.

But in Jude's sky, where he was the moon-- you were the star. The star that lit his sky. The star that he'd always find himself admiring. The star that filled his sky.

It was no longer the moon that was in his sky, but that stars which shine.

I KNOW U WANNA SEE 🤨 I KNOW U WANNA BE 🤭 IN MY B.E.D 😱 GRINDING SLOWLY 🤞🤞

ROLLIE WRIST IM THE SHITTTT‼️‼️21 WIT NO KIDSSS 💥🇺🇲🇺🇲🦅🦅🦅

This may or may not have been a reason for me to write in detail about how pretty jude is

This also may or may not have been a reason to see how Shakespeare i could get 😈🤞🤞

ABYWAYS SMASH THSG LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MOREBBNAGERS LIKR THESE ‼️‼️💞💞🤞🤞🤞

[marvelobsessed134]

One with Vince where him and reader are on their honeymoon and it turns into smut

Our honeymoon

Pairings: Vince Neil x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, dom!vince, sub!reader, not much foreplay (if that bothers you idk lmao), some degradation, choking

Summary: You’re on your honeymoon with your new husband.

“Go back to sleep, Y/n.” Vince groaned as he bent the pillow so it covered his ear. “But I want to watch the sunrise baby.” You responded, shaking his shoulder lightly again.

“Watch it yourself.” He said and you frowned.

“But I wanna do it with you, Vinnie. Please, my lovely husband?” You pleaded and smiled when you heard an annoyed sigh.

“Ok, but you owe me once we get back.” And you nodded before excitedly getting out of bed. The two of you walked out in the wooden deck that was suspended over the water.

The two of you sat down and you leaned your head on his shoulder, as you watched the sky turn a gorgeous golden orange as the sun came up. Vince was glad he chose to come out here with you, the sunset was one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. Besides you, of course.

Afterwards you yawned a bit before standing up and stretching. Vince immediately scooped you up and carried you back into the room.

“Vinnie!” You giggled as he laid you onto the bed, taking his shirt off afterwards.

The blonde smiled, “What honey?”

“You’re so lucky I love you.” You said before pulling him down and kissing him passionately. You moaned into his mouth and when he pulled up your tank top to play with your now exposed breasts.

“Oh Vince.” You moaned breathily. The singer just smirked against you as he kissed down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your pajama pants.

Slowly pulling them and your panties down he kissed the inside of your thighs before licking a bold stripe against your wet pussy.

“Oh yes!” You moaned, arms resting above your head as you arched your back, as he ate you out.

“You taste so fucking sweet baby.” He groaned, licking inside your folds.

Once his tongue started working on your clit you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Vince, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out.

“Go on, baby. Cum for me.” Vince commanded and you squirted your juices all over his face. He licked all of it up, “Taste even sweeter when you cum.”

He stood up and pulled down his basketball shorts before lining his large, hard cock to your entrance before pushing in. The two of you moaning at the feeling. He started to thrust into you, hard and fast.

“Oh god.” Was all you could muster out.

“Fuck you’re still so tight.” Your husband moaned. He wrapped his hand around your neck squeezing both sides. “Look at you, taking my cock like the good slut you are. Isn’t that right, babe? You’re my good little slut?”

You nodded and squeezed your cheeks, hovering over you as he continued to fuck you. “Say it, cmon I know you can do it, say ‘I’m a good little slut’”

“I-I’m a good little slut.” You screamed as he pounded into you, feeling him hit your g spot everytime.

“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna take all of it because like you said, you’re a good little slut.” You nodded as your gripped his wrists, clenching around him before you came causing him to go over the edge.

“Fuuuuck!” Vince moaned loudly as he shot his load inside of you. He pulled out and flopped on the bed next to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“Mm, I love you too Vince.”

[ratherembarrassing]

lana del rey playing too loudly while i eat the worst potato rostie (sic) i’ve ever eaten. nay, maybe the worst potato product of my entire life. i assume this is something to do with punishing the english for ireland.

[theladyalchemist]

A TALE OF THE DARK KNIGHT & THE PHEONIX 🕷️

A short fictional/non-fictional story I wrote about an argument I had with my ex boyfriend who has his Pluto and Mars conjunct my 12H Pluto..which is also conjunct my ASC and Chiron 12H. I mentioned these aspects instead of our 8H synastry because I kinda felt like those placements related more to this particular situation.

“Be your fucking self!” He says with rage in his voice. I sit listening to him call me out over the jail phone, body filling with anger as he speaks with demand. “This n*gga is crazy” I thought as I carry on to defend myself, unsure of why he keeps saying those exact words to me. “Am I being myself?” My subconscious thought wondered as the phone hung up. I then proceed to roll one under stress, turn on my rock music, and let the anger release with each puff. I personally considered myself one of the weirdest girls from Dallas based off my music taste alone, so I couldn't really grasp what he meant. I was like every other black girl from Dallas who grew up listening to UGK, Slim thug, Trill Ent., Gucci Mane, Future, Kevin Gates, Jodeci, Tyrese, etc…yet most times I find myself dancing all over my room to Willow Smith, Deftones, Lana del Rey, Justin Bieber, Girl in Red, Coldplay,Avril Lavigne and the list of Popstars, Rockstars, and country singers goes on. Music I couldn’t play around my “so called” friends because it was considered weird. I’m also the black girl who can be the life of the party at a club, but I would prefer going to museums, art galleries, arcades, hiking, amusement parks, going to the beach, going to music festivals, open mic nights, trying new foods, meeting new people, rooftop parties, traveling and the best of them all.. going to fashion shows. The kind of black girl who writes poetry/short stories nobody knows about, and keeps a diary. The black girl who’s too black for other races and not black enough for black people. The girl who goes missing on social media for months, comes back for a few days, and then goes ghost again. The girl all alone in a world of casual sex/relationships, because I believe in being with one person and continuing to be there even when things get tough. A girl obsessed with horror movies, and dark romance.“Till death do us part” is a term that makes me wet. A hopeless romantic. The girl who can only have sex with a man who will go through hell with me and walk out with the key. The girl who knew what and how sacred sex was at just 8 years old. But also the girl with insecurities surrounding sex from being brought up in a family who suppressed my sexuality. “Go change out of that skirt!” They would say, whenever men would come over. Calling me fast whenever I would dress up showing my skin. Telling me “he’s just going to have sex with you and leave you”, everytime I would have a boyfriend. Traumatizing me with the horror stories of my mother being raped by 3 men as a child, and projecting the outcome onto me if I showed any parts of my feminine side. The girl who is now a 24 year old virgin, afraid that men would take advantage of me and not knowing how to let go of the men that do. A girl who has been both stable and unstable trying her best to be a woman. To own her authenticity even if the world doesn’t accept her.

“Be your fucking self!”, the agonizing words he said replaying over and over in my head. I then imagine me screaming “I AM!” So loudly that the earth starts to shake. “He doesn’t understand” I thought to myself. It was better to tell myself that he didn’t understand than to admit he could be right. If he was right then that would mean the suppression I saw within him, I also had within myself. Was he my mirror? How did he unknowingly know that I had so many things inside me that I kept suppressed? It was the feeling of someone reading your diary without your permission, and then using your secrets against you. I hated him for the ways he went about things, yet craved him for ripping out every part of me that wasn’t real. Parts that I couldn’t see. He seen through her illusion and killed her before she could kill me. The girl I’ve let take over me for so long, lying on the ground with a knife in her heart bleeding out to her death. With the power of his words there she layed, finally dead. And there I rose, covered in her blood, reborn again.

[its-an-obsession]

Snow on the Beach

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Summary: Falling in love with someone can land both ways. Either the other person feels the same way, or everything goes downhill. You and Pope Heyward are a different story. The both of you have been falling for one another for a long time, slowly sinking into the pit of love. It was hard for the others to not tell the two of you that you were in love. It only took one nice walk on the beach for it to all come together.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings: language

Pope Heyward x-reader

My legs stretched over the backseat of the Twinkie. I waved my hand around as Kiara played music loudly from the car's radio. The four of us waited for John B while he went to convince Sarah to join us down at the beach. Her dad grounded her for some stupid reason, so John B was going to help her sneak out.

"I'm starting to think Sarah isn't coming," JJ commented. He sat across from me with a blunt in one hand. We had been sharing it, but Pope and I never really smoked. Although, Pope would occasionally if he needed confidence or a break from life.

I sat up with my knees bent. My fingers played with the loose thread from my bracelets that hugged my wrists. "What do you think they're even doing?" Kiara peered through the driver's side window. JJ shrugged, looking out as well. "Oh, you know," I pointed the blunt at my mouth.

Pope (GIF Above) and JJ laughed while Kiara rolled her eyes. "I don't think they're doing that," Kiara disagreed. "You never know, Kie. Young love can do stupid things," JJ said.

She reached back and hit the back of his head. He scowled and looked back at her. Pope continued to laugh at my comment, causing me to softly chuckle. Pope and I always seemed to be the closest ones in the group.

When we were kids, we'd do everything together. I mean, taking baths when we were toddlers, everything. Our parents grew up together, so that helped with the bondage. Now that we're older, the feelings have shifted.

I used to see him as just a friend, but now I wonder if that's even the right word to use. We've shared kisses, but nothing passionate, a little kiss on the cheek here and there.

[Flashback: two months ago, third person view]

One night a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could've been lights But it might just have been you Passing by unbeknownst to me Life is emotionally abusive

The Pogues sat on the dock at the chateu. The sun had just set, and everyone was wasting the night away, drinking and listening to music. Y/N leaned against Pope's side. Their legs draped over the dock's edge, just a few inches from the water.

"You ever wonder what's at the bottom?" Pope referred to the water in front of them. The water looked pitch black, given the time of night. "I'd rather not think about that when we're sitting right above it," Y/N answered. Y/N rested her head on Pope's shoulder.

She could feel him tense up, but his reaction melted after a second. Pope set his drink beside him and put an arm around Y/N. He felt complete when she was with him. Pope wouldn't say it aloud, but he was utterly in love with Y/N Y/L/N. He couldn't figure out why.

Maybe it was how her eyes lit up when she saw her favorite animal. Or, maybe, it was how she spoke about the things she's passionate about. It could also be her ability to make his day when she looked at him or spoke to him. Pope Heyward just knew that he was in love with her.

Y/N also wouldn't say anything. She adored the way he'd 'fact-bomb' everyone by being him. Y/N loved how Pope would get energy bursts and want to do everything at once. He would go out of his way to ask her how her day was.

And time can't stop me quite like you did And my flight was awful; thanks for asking I'm unglued, thanks to you

[Present Day, Y/N's Point of View]

Fast forward to now, where I haven't told Pope. Usually, if I ignore these feelings, they would magically go away. But I've been told by my mom that that's not always the case. "Who wants to play a game?" JJ said. "No," Kiara shook her head. "What? Why not?" he sat up in his seat.

He reached over and handed the blunt to Pope. Pope stared at it for a quick second before taking a hit. I took it from him, letting the blunt rest between my fingers. "Because typically, when we play your idea of a game, either one of us gets into an argument," I blew the smoke out the window, "Or we get in trouble."

JJ snatched the rolled blunt from me, claiming I lost weed privileges for the rest of the night. "That is not true," he shook his head. "Oh, that is totally true," Pope said. Before we could start JJ's 'game,' Sarah and John B came into view.

They were running towards the Twinkie, hand in hand. John B waved for one of us to start the car. Kiara crawled into the front seat just as the couple got in. Sarah sat beside me as John B was in the driver's seat. "What took you two so long?" Pope asked. Kie pulled away from the Cameron mansion.

"Rafe knocked on Sarah's door, so I had to hide," John B replied. He breathed heavily, putting on his seatbelt. Sarah laughed with her chest rising up and down too. "Okay, we were just about to play a game. Who's in?" JJ leaned against the door of the Twinkie.

"No," Pope, Kiara, and I said in unison.

_____

(Later, at the beach)

And it's like snow at the beach Weird but fucking beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it's coming down, no sound, it's all around

Pope and I decided to take a little break while the rest of the group swam as the sun began to set. Sarah continued to check her phone, so much that John B took her phone away, claiming she needed to live a little.

Since Sarah and John B started dating, Sarah has gotten out of the 'bubble wrap' and has been more carefree. Pope's head sat on his arms as we stared at the sky. I closed my eyes to feel the wind and hear my friend's laughter. I felt Pope's eyes land on me as I took everything in.

I looked at him. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Pope's hand remained on my face before setting his arm back down. A tint of pink appeared on my cheeks. I hoped that my sunburn covered the blush. Pope sat up with his hands digging into the sand on either side of us.

Pope and I watched JJ tackle John B into the water. Sarah and Kiara roared with laughter at the two. JJ was always finding an excuse to tackle John B.

Like snow on the beach Like snow on the beach Like snow on the beach

"Please don't kill each other!" I exclaimed, setting two hands around my mouth. JJ reached up and shot me the finger. John B managed to rise up from the water before pushing JJ. Another splash occurred, and we were all laughing now. "How long do you think Sarah will last before she wants to go home?" Pope spoke.

He leaned into me as he spoke. I could feel his body beside me, making me shiver from the sensation. "I think she'll last a while. The cops haven't shown up yet, so, I think we're okay," I responded, "Did you want to go back in?" Pope shrugged and lifted his hands from the sand.

He brushed the sand away. He set his hands on the bright green towel. I looked at him and then at the sun still sitting in the purple and blue sky. "I can't promise you that JJ won't try to tackle you," I said. Pope laughed and sighed. He finally agreed. I stood up from my towel with his hand now with mine.

The two of us ran to the water. Goosebumps arose when the crisp waves hit my ankles. Sarah put an arm around me, separating me from Pope's grasp. We could still hear the music blasting from Kiara's speaker. "This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched aurora borealis green," Kie sang as Snow on the Beach by Taylor Swift played.

Pope turned to me with extended hands, gesturing for me to dance with him. I can't lie that Pope definitely enjoyed Taylor Swift's music. His favorite album was Lovers, no idea why, but it was his go-to. I didn't hesitate to set my hands on his. He twirled me around with the water splashing around.

I've never seen someone live from within Blurring out my periphery My smile is like I won a contest And to hide that would be so dishonest And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'Til you do, 'til it's true

I chuckled as JJ splashed Kiara before picking her up and threatening to throw her in. She cursed at him to put her down, but that didn't phase him. Pope began to burst into song. He didn't stop until I set my hand on his mouth. Pope's brows furrowed at my action.

"I'm sorry, but you're a terrible singer," I shook my head. "I am not," he said. "Hate to break it to you, buddy, but you really are," John B spoke.

I pointed to John B in agreement. He gave me a fist bump. A little bit later and we were all getting a little tired. "Hey, you want to walk on the beach for a bit?" Pope asked. I nodded and followed him down the shoreline. I watched as the waves swallowed the shells and seaweed that appeared on the sand.

Now it's like snow at the beach Weird but fucking beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it's coming down, no sound, it's all around Like snow on the beach Like snow on the beach

"We never figured out what JJ's game was," Pope kicked up sand as we walked. I shook my head, thinking back to the ride here. "Part of me doesn't even want to know," I softly chuckled. Our hands brushed against one another. We stopped walking just where the sun aligned with some houses behind us.

I plopped down on the side, ignoring the sand as it found its way back to my legs. Pope joined my side with his arms resting on his bare knees. "You want to play a game?" he leaned to the side, tapping his shoulder with mine. I turned to him with my brows raised.

"Not JJ's game."

"Good," I sighed. "Let's play. two truths and a lie. I'll go first," Pope sat up straight, "I am terrible at painting, my dad has my name tattooed on his leg, and I was in that Pampers commercial when I was little."

I tapped my chin in thought. A moment passed, and I finally answered. "The painting one is a truth, and your dad does not have a tattoo," I said, "But you were in that Pampers commercial." He applauded me and rolled his eyes.

"You were so cute in that commercial. I remember going to set with your family, your mom was so excited," I said. Pope rolled his eyes and motioned for me to go. "I go to Pilates with my grandmother every weekend, I won a pie-eating contest when I was in elementary school, and I used to eat Plato when I was younger," I said.

"The pilates one is a lie. You won that pie-eating contest in fourth grade because your brother thought it might be funny, and you were sick for a week because you kept eating that stupid red Plato."

I pointed at him in agreement. The sun had completely set, with the moon now replacing it. I looked up and noticed the stars had begun to scatter. "How did you not get sick from eating all those pies?" Pope questioned. "No idea," I said. It was nice to reminisce, something the two of us have always done.

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it I don't even dare to wish it But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet Now I'm All For You like Janet Can this be a real thing? Can it?

It grew silent between us. Pope's eyes shifted from me then to the sky and ocean. "You know that feeling when you lock eyes with the person you like, and your heart skips a beat?" I stated.

Pope opened his mouth to speak but closed it. I could already tell he was going to reply with a fact, trying to find some response. "Yeah, that's Arrhythmia. You could die from that," he said. Yep, there it is. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. He agreed and looked out at the ocean.

The clouds started to fill with rain. Cold droplets fell from the sky, which created little indentations on the warm sand. I covered my head with my hands as if that would keep me from getting hit by the raindrops.

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Kiara and Sarah holding hands as they twirled in the rain. My smile grew wider as I saw my friends dancing with the rain falling and the music playing. It was like a scene from a cheesy Rom-Com my mom enjoyed.

Thankfully it wasn't thundering, so we could stay outside. When I turned back to the view, Pope's eyes were on me. "What?" I said. "Nothing. You're just really pretty," he replied. We noticed that the group was starting to pack up our things.

The Twinkie wasn't parked too far away from the beach. So, we wouldn't have to be in the rain any longer. "We should probably get going. Don't want to be caught up in the storm on the way home," I stood up from the sand and brushed myself off. Even though I was trying to get the sand off, the rain kept making it stick.

Are we falling like snow at the beach? Weird but fucking beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it's coming down, no sound, it's all around

"Wait," Pope grabbed my wrist. I was unprepared for the feeling of his lips on mine. It took me a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening. Was it really this easy? Was this all I had to do, to tell him how I felt?

Questions upon questions filtered through my mind, so much that I forgot what was happening. Pope's hand disappeared from my wrist as it laced with my hand. The rain slid from my skin onto the warm - now cold - sand.

Who would've thought that I'd ever have a kiss in the rain? Pope looked at me with a smile on his face. "No one's ever kissed me like that before," I said. "Is that a good thing, or...." his sentence wander. I bit my lower lip, nodding in reply. Pope grinned widely before leaning in for another kiss.

Like snow on the beach Like snow on the beach. Are we in a dream? Like snow on the beach Like snow, but it's coming down, no sound, it's all around

Kiara was the first one to cheer. The rest of the group followed along. "Thatta boy!" John B exclaimed, throwing an arm up in the air. Pope leaned his forehead against mine. He brought an arm in the air as well and hollered. Pope put his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

Taglist: @kasidy709 @soflties @elliecool123

[awesomehoggirl]

ok im high as all fuck rn and crying one of my eyes out bc one of my neighbours is loudly playing video games by lana del rey full violent tears down my face

[briyourmotherdown]

okay i’ve delved into the gif feature on here and typed “james hetfield” and you’re gonna feel the impact of it the most

this is probably the best this hairstyle looked - not a mullet hater but not a mullet defender- and the vest too…..(also featuring what i can neither confirm nor deny as my favourite metallica song…..)

I ACTUALLY.

i inhaled so loudly in a gasp and put my hand over my chest like an old woman clutching her pearls AJSRJAHKSRH

THIS HAAAIIIIRRRRR. listen i am a mullet girlie. i HAD a mullet (not as mullety as his was but still) so i am a full supporter of this style.

basically i'm thinking only about the ask you answered a while back of his hickeys and how his mullet simply was not able to hide them and. yeah that's on my mind for SURE. i just. it made him look angrier???? he had the whole biker gang member thing going on and idk that's hot. alexa play ride by lana del rey

[blackdollette]

Hi!! I'm kinda desperate for more ollie content, the bikini one is stuck in my head I loved it so much 😫 I was thinking if you could maybe do one with like public sex(?, you both at a party and he has you in the guest room against a drawer, or riding him in the backyard of a cabin sksjsks thanks!

this is perfect oh my gosh. i got another ollie request that's coming out tomorrow :))

"in his favourite sundress." | ollie sway

video games. - lana del rey

female!reader x ollie

contents: public sex, kind of getting caught, unprotected sex

you were standing in a corner, watching partygoers around you drinking and having a good time. ollie came up to you, two glasses of wine in hand. he gave one to you and stood beside you, looking around.

"shitty party, huh?" he sipped from his glass as you nodded. "yeah." he noticed that you looked a little glum, so he took your hand and led you away from the main party and into an empty bedroom. the lighting in this bedroom made the thin sundress you were wearing a little transparent, making his eyes widen a little, but he tried to ignore it and sat down on the little bed in the centre of the room.

you leaned against a dresser, drinking from your glass. "thanks for getting me out of there. they really don't know how to throw a party." he smiled and nodded. "its a total mess out there. and did you hear the music? what were they thinking?" ollie's face dropped. "are you kidding? they were playing all the classics out there. the peak of music!" he stood up and started walking to you.

"that was the kind of music that old people slow dance to. i felt my soul trying to leave my body after that first track." he looked highly offended. he got right in front of you and kind of pinned you to the dresser. one of his legs was in between yours, making you blush. his eyes scanned your body in that little dress. "this dress is beautiful on you..." his hands found your waist, playing with the little string that kept the dress together.

his knee slipped between your legs, making them part a little. the intimacy of the moment was growing by the second as your faces inched closer. you didn't realize you were breathing heavily until his hand moved to your neck, caressing it gently. your mouth opened just a little as you closed the space in between you, kissing his deeply.

you put your hands in his hair as the intensity of the kiss grew stronger, him intentionally moving his leg to put some friction on your pussy. one of his hands rested on your bare thigh and crept under the dress's fabric. your tongues began to dance together as ollie's erection started pressing against your leg. he pulled away for a second. "you okay with doing this here?" you nodded without hesitation. ollie smiled and spun you around, making you bend over the dresser.

he pulled your hips into his, lifting up your dress slowly. he put a hand down his pants, freeing his cock. he looked down at your ass, his face heating up. he used his finger to slip your thong to the side, poking your entrance with his tip. he had desire running through his body. he pushed his length into you, making a long moan come out of you.

sex with ollie was always slow-paced and very affectionate, but this time he had you completely bent over and moaning loudly for everyone in the entire house to hear. the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together. he was panting and groaning the entire time, watching as you fell apart in front of him.

he moved in a way that allowed him to hit you in the perfect area each time. he had the perfect view of you. you were just like his own goddess. not long after you two had started, someone was banging on the door. but ollie just started fucking you even harder, making you scream even louder. and that was just the thing to make them go away. you felt like such a slut though.

it only got more intense from there. he started pulling your hair and grabbing your hips, making your pussy ache for a satisfying release. your eyes welled with tears as you felt yourself cumming all over his cock, having a perfect orgasm. after you came it was his turn. he pulled out and started jerking himself off at lightning speed, cumming all over your ass. his hot liquid touched your skin, making you shiver.

he cleaned you off with a rag and spun you back around, fixing your dress for you. you shared one more loving kiss before leaving the bedroom. he looked at you, a cheeky little expression on his face. needless to say, he made you wear that dress a lot more often from then on.

author's note: im trying to dash through all these requests. i hope you all liked this one!! i need more ollie content on this app.

[agegapandtckindoflove]

I know this isn’t my regularly scheduled content (ha, like I have a schedule) but one of the professors who I am doing a teaching practicum under this semester, lets name him B, was holding office hours the same time as me today and I heard music coming from down the hall and singing and I thought it was a student waiting in the departments waiting room but was surprised because it was Gods & Monsters by Lana del Rey and the boldness of playing it so loudly and singing even when it cursed. I ignored and silently sang along and giggled at how awful the singing and rhythm keeping was and went on with my reading. Then I went to B’s office a few minutes later to ask him about some things for the class I am doing the practicum for and he was playing music and I asked him if it was him who had been singing Lana, and he said “Oh if it was Lana than yeah sorry I was probably blasting and belting it.” OH MY GOSH haha he got so embarrassed it was hilarious but then we talked about how Lana is amazing and that was that.

Nothing crazy or juicy just a fun moment with a professor.