#apparently it's because she's getting something fixed in the other bathroom but like a heads up would have been nice.......

[californiaquail]

get home and there's no fucking power in my room

[peachesofteal]

Cool girl

ghoap x female reader / 18+ warning: the boys are foul - could be considered dub con / part one / part two

Two (three) can play at that game.

"When you're done being a brat, call us."

You decide within a week, that you're very much not done being a brat.

And you're very much done with them.

Fuck them, you coach yourself in the mirror as you fix your makeup. Fuck them both. And her, whoever she is, though you know she doesn't deserve your wrath. She probably has no idea the tangled web she's walked into, she's the one stuck in the trap, now.

The doorbell rings, and you check your reflection one more time, satisfied with your dress, the way it gathers across your breasts, how it flatters your shape. It's a tad short, there's a bit of cleavage, little pieces that make it more than perfect. Something about this style, the way it fits, always drove the boys nuts, so it should be more than good enough for your date.

Fuck them.

You bring him to the dive. It's a safe choice, the bartender knows you, pays attention. You feel safe here, familiar. It's a great option for a first date.

And because you're a cool girl, you don't know how to play pool.

Of course, he's happy to teach you.

You start with a tequila. It scalds on the way down and settles like fire, but it takes the edge off. One turns to two, and it's enough to get you closer, allowing him to rest his hand on your knee at the bar, allowing him to keep a hand at the small of your back as he guides you to the finally empty pool table.

He's handsy, and normally, you'd be a little put off.

But not tonight.

"Okay, it's simple. You use the white ball to break." He lines up your shot for you, folding you into place, bending forward, hand brushing against your thigh as he leans beside you.

You intentionally short the shot, barely breaking the triangle of balls free. He chuckles. "Not bad for a first go."

"What do I get if I win?" Your smile is shy, and it's only half forced. You do like this guy, he's very nice, very attractive. Tall with a strong jawline, kind eyes. His fingers find yours, and his touch is gentle, patient.

"A kiss?" He ventures, testing the waters. You nod.

"Sure thing."

You're halfway through the game when the energy in the bar shifts. It's like everyone freezes, a collective whoosh of air washing through the bodies hunched over at the bar, loitering on the walls, perched on the wrought iron chairs out back.

The regulars look at one another and then return to studying the TV, or each other, their half empty drinks.

You don't need to look, to know.

You can feel them.

Apparently, so can your date.

"Don't look, but there are two guys staring at you, across the bar." You bat your eyelashes.

"Who?" It's innocent, this kind of play. Playing dumb. It's pure, until your chin turns over your shoulder and find them, white knuckled and focused, Johnny alight with anger, Simon stoic as ever. Sadness, and rage, roar inside your head, and you force yourself to look them in their eyes. Force yourself to be brave.

After a second, you turn away and into your date. He pulls you closer, palm resting on your lower back, mouth dangerously close above your ear. "Are they bothering you?" What a nice guy.

"No." You assuage immediately. You know what would happen, if he tried to be your knight in shining armor. You know how it would end.

With blood. Broken bones. And tears.

"Let's keep playing." You suggest. "Will you show me how to hold the stick?" Your teeth hold onto the last syllable, hand wrapping around the polished length of the wood, slowly moving it up and down. Your heart pounds, but a thrill rushes through you at the same time. Fuck them. Your date raises an eyebrow, mouth cocking into a sly smile, and nods.

After your third drink, you can't delay using the bathroom anymore. Skin tingling from all the places his hands have traversed, you're dizzy with the pulse of power, the high of your performance. It's wrong, and twisted but...

they deserve it. They deserve worse.

"I'll be right back." You promise, tracing a fingernail down his arm. "Get another round?" He trots off, eager to please.

The chairs scrape as soon as you turn into the dingy hallway, and their shadows fill the air, sucking it dry. You resist the urge to turn, palm flat against the swinging door of the toilets.

"What are ye doin'?" Johnny rages, and you turn to mouth off, only to jerk backwards at the realization of how close he is. You can count the flecks of gold around his irises, see the shimmer of cerulean blue. Simon stands at his back, a wall blocking out the rest of the hall, hiding you from view.

"I'm on a date." Simon laughs.

"You call this little show a date, sweetheart? Is that what you think that is?"

"Not sure you'd know what I'm like on a date since you never took me on one." You spit, and Johnny goes rigid, muscles hardening.

"Not sure that little boy would know the first thing about handlin' ye."

"Handling me?" The squeak your voice makes is embarrassing and incredulous at the same time. "Handle me? You think I need handling? I'm a full grown woman. I don't need-" He presses closer, close enough you can smell him, and your mouth drops open when he pushes you against the wall, cock hard under his jeans. "J-johnny."

"Aye, we think ye need handlin'. Ye're only supposed to be handled by us. Not by some sad wank who cannae stop droolin' like a dog."

"Stop." The resolve in your voice wavers, your resistance cracking and crumbling as Simon appears beside him, mouth pressing to your ear.

"You think that boy has a fat cock to feed you, sweet girl? Think he knows how-" One of them cups you between your legs over the fabric of your dress, palm grinding against your clit, and you grit your teeth against the friction, the moan it tries to pull from your throat. "to take care of this pussy?"

"She's high maintenance, ye know." Johnny snickers, lips dotting your cheek, down to your neck. He cups a fistful of your breast, thumb stroking where your nipple strains beneath your bra. "Ye think he'll be able to make ye gush for him? Make ye cum on his cock?" You're boiling, anger and desire feeding twin flames, trying to sputter out a response.

"What's going on here?" Your date practically shouts from the edge of the hallway, and Simon's grin turns feral. Predatory.

Fear strikes, and turns you cold.

"D-don't." You try to implore.

"Are you okay?" Your poor date catches your gaze, and you try to will him away with your eyes.

"Leave him alone." You plead.

"Fuck off mate. This is between us and our girl. Ye're done here."

"Excuse me?" He steps closer, and Simon pushes off the wall. Desperate, you latch onto his forearm.

"Simon, please. He's not-"

"He said you're done here." Simon snarls. "Run along like a good boy."

"Fuck you." He postures, and you shake your head frantically, trying to step out between them. Johnny doesn't budge, keeping you half pinned against the wall.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe you'd like to watch us fuck her, after we make you beg for it. After we stretched out your neglected little hole." Johnny laughs, a cackle full of crow, smart and mischievous, and you nearly faint. Your date looks sick.

He takes one look at you, another look at the boys... and then flees. Johnny whistles. "Coward."

When they both turn back...

you burst into tears.

[princessbrunette]

stepbro!rafe is so….. 😵‍💫

pretty dark content ig !! tw: stepcest, some piss stuff if you squint but not rlly, some angry rafey, thas it 🤓

even with sarah standing between the two of you, you on one side of her, him on the other, he’ll still reach behind her back to tug at your hair— staring straight ahead, not even indulging in watching your head gently tip back— because he’s a big boy, he’d never tug too hard. he does let himself glance at you with a smirk when you pout and fix your heads position, sarah tsking at his actions, sending a non committal swat his way, none the wiser.

he’ll embarrass you at your sleepovers with your girl friends, barging into your room when you’re all sat chatting in a circle on your carpet, messing up your dresser and shelves as he looks for something he apparently left there. your friends don’t complain, either too intimidated by his mean presence or thinking he’s sexy enough to get away with it, hair being twirled in his direction which makes your tummy twitch in irritation and you don’t know why. if you tell him to hurry up, or that you don’t have whatever he’s looking for, or god forbid you tell him to get out, he doesn’t care who’s around— he’ll slowly stride over and squat down by your side, squishing your cheeks with his hand making you look at him. “s’that any way to talk to your big brother?” he hums, a threat of course. your friends, wiser than you, suspect something weird is going on but never would say anything. an accusation like that would be crazy, right?

he glares at you when you’re sauntering around in your bikini, tugging at the strings holding it to your body whenever he passes you making you let out a displeased moan that makes his cock bloat, even if you pair it with an attempted smack. “don’t wear that shit around then?” he shrugs like it’s simple logic as he walks away.

he would die before he lets anyone call him “rafey”, but when little old you says it — he has to admit it’s kind of cute. he does think you’re sweet, he really does — when you haven’t seen him all day and despite him treating you all mean, or acting like a total perv you’re still excited to see him and talk his ear off about your girly drama he doesn’t care for. “oh— and then rafey, i forgot to tell you, she got all up in her face and was like ‘you’re not even a real kook!’ and everyone was like ohhhh—” you ramble, following him through the kitchen as he walks through the house, getting on with his daily life just trusting you’ll follow.

“oh yeah?” he hums, so evidently disinterested but you’re too stupid to notice. he heads towards the bathroom as you continue telling your story and you stop at the door, trailing off with a little furrowed brow when he walks inside.

“rafey m’not done with the story!” you whine, and he’s just casually yanking you inside by the forearm, eyes rolling back into his head as he nudges the door shut behind him.

“yeah yeah, keep talkin’ i just gotta take a leak.” he works his belt open expertly with his hand, looking at you boredly waiting for you to continue. however your interest has totally shifted, happy to get all close and personal with your favourite step-sibling, your innocent brain curious to how his anatomy worked. he’s happy to teach you, he even lets you hold his cock whilst he pee’s, smushing your cheek to his arm and giggling as you aim it into the bowl, giggling more when rafe winces and says “shit, stop squeezin it so hard would you?” irritably.

he is always there for you in other ways of course, like when it’s storming or you’ve had a nightmare and you show up at his bedroom door at 4AM. he looks all cute standing there squinting half awake in just his sweatpants, rubbing at his eyes with messy hair. he lets you in reluctantly when you whine about how you can’t get back to sleep without him, watching you clamber onto his bed, happy as a clam in your fluffy socks, one of them pulled up your calf and the other barely hanging on to your foot. he shakes his head and shuts the door behind him of course, his dad definitely wouldn’t approve of rafe taking advantage of his new step-sister like this, and hell, sarah would surely kill him in his sleep.

he leaves rough kisses on your temple when you snuggle into him, and when you get all restless and try to wake him up properly to entertain you because you just can’t get back to sleep, he really has no choice but to sling your thigh open over his bent leg and stuff a hand down your pink panties, being sure to keep a hand free to cover your mouth whilst he strokes the audible stickiness with a roughness that was totally trademark to rafe. he had to, okay? you wouldn’t go to sleep and leave him alone otherwise! he was only trying to calm you down.

when he gets into his explosive arguments with ward, which was inevitable and horrifyingly often — you’d be surprised at his softness directed towards you if you ever happened to walk in, or be witness to the aggression he displayed. even when mad, he’d sigh and storm over to you, clasping a hand on your shoulder and turning you around toward the door. “go back upstairs, kid alright? this doesn’t — doesn’t concern you. big kid stuff.” he tries to usher you out.

“hell— maybe she should hear this rafe! she’s family after all, and you’re screwing all of us!” ward stands, lifting his arms in resignation. your stepbrother is quick to let go of you to close the distance between him and his father, grabbing his collar roughly and pointing a finger in his face, panting roughly through his nose.

“you leave her out of this. do not fucking play with me dad, a’ight?” he shakes like a feral dog, but still manages to turn his head to you who’s lingering in the doorway nervously. “go, sweetheart.” sweetheart, ward stares at him— the shock from his sons aggression melting into one of disgust, suspicion. surely rafe isn’t doing what he thinks he’s doing.

oh but he is, and then some.

[papipedroo]

Unwelcome (Joel Miller x Reader)

Part Three of Whiskey Tears

Rated: Angst | Violence | Fluff | Suggestive | Age Gap | Assault | Language

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…

“Joel.”

Two months have gone by since that day and everything seemed to be slowly slipping away from your fingers. You were having trouble adjusting, but you were having even more trouble at the thought of loosing Joel.

“Joel.” Your fingers wrapped around his arm and you gently shook him.

He didn’t touch her or kiss her, but her presence was just there. Always around him. Always driving a wedge between the two of you.

“Joel. It’s time to wake up.” You spoke softly.

It hurt and so you argued more than you ever have. Even before when you were a firefly, neither of you argued this much. You argued until there was nothing left. Until your breath could barely keep you alive.

His eyes opened to find you kneeling beside him on the floor. You were beautiful… You were always beautiful to him. He glanced to the window where the sun was already high up in the sky.

“Where are the others?” He asked.

“Ellie is at the barn again, apparently she’s got a real knack in taking care of the horses. You two might just get your sheep farm on the moon soon.” You spoke softly as you brushed loose curls away from his face.

His hair was getting longer and it made you smile, “You need a haircut love.”

“Don’t wanna do it.” He mumbled.

“I’ll do it later tonight.” You rubbed your thumb against his cheek, taking in the precious moment between the two of you.

He leaned into your touch making your heart jumped before worried settled in at the dark circles under his eyes.

“You need to stop sleeping on the couch Joel.” You sighed as you rubbed his arm, “You need your bed.”

“But you need—” He began to say, but you didn’t let him finish.

“I know.” You sighed before getting up, “Come, we have to meet with Maria and Tommy soon. Maria says she has some good news.”

Joel nodded his head as he sat up, his back aching from the couch. If only he was younger, this would feel like nothing. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so insecure when it came to you. He silently got up and made his way to the bathroom to get ready.

You were pouring him some coffee when he appeared in the kitchen.

“Your shirt is on backwards.” You spoke teasingly.

“Shit.” He muttered as he took off his shirt because you were in fact right.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes raked over his chest. He wasn’t overly fit, but he had muscles where it count. Your cheeks heat up as you remember the night you were able to touch him, run your hands across his chest over each scar he had. You didn’t realize how much you missed that and the only thing you could do is bite your lip to keep yourself from hopping across the counter and jump him.

“And what about Heather?” Joel asked once his shirt was fixed.

You took a sharp breath and your feelings turned sour, “She’s with Mikel.” You explained shortly.

His brows furrowed, “Mikel is supposed to be on patrol today.”

You nodded your head, “He’s going to be teaching her the ropes now that she’s been here for a while and settled in.”

“I could have done that.” He stated gruffly, “After what she’s been through, she is not very trusting towards anyone.”

You took in a sharp breath, “Everyone has been through something Joel.” You said carefully, “I asked Maria about it and we agreed Mikel would be a great fit for her. I was on a route with him when you disappeared, he’s my age and very capable of protecting her if need be.” You encouraged, “Besides, you and I go on patrol, you wouldn’t have the time to do both.”

“So you decided this on your own without asking me about my opinion?” He asked gruffly, a sharp edge to his tone.

You looked down at the counter. You were too embarrassed to admit that you did decide without asking him because you were scared he wouldn’t choose you.

“It’s you and I.” You stated as your voice wavered, “It’s been you and I.”

Silence grew between the two of you.

“Not always.” He finally said in a tone so soft you wouldn’t think it would come from Joel Miller himself.

And boy did what he say hurt you then any physical fight you have ever been in. What could you say to him? To be able to have him hold you in his arms again? To stop dragging you through rusted nails… You just wanted to stop hurting and he just kept pounding on the nails with a hammer.

“I am here now.” Your voice wavered, “Standing right in front of you. I am here, alive and bleeding out to you.”

You could see the wavering look in his eyes, “You’re too young.”

You held your ground, “You can’t keep pushing me away Joel.”

He shook his head, deciding that staring at the wall behind your seemed more interesting then the tears forming in your eyes, “I can’t do that to you.”

“Do what?” You quickly walked around the counter to face him, “Love me? Because if so why did you kiss me huh? Why did you touch me? Why give me hope that you could actually love me back? Tell me then. Tell me that you don’t love me.”

Your fury grew when his silence lingered.

“Tell me Joel!” You yelled at him and in that moment you were glad that Ellie wasn’t in the house.

He didn’t answer… He didn’t want to because he knew what he would say and he knew that would be the end of him. Instead he turned and did what he always did… Keep everything buried.

“Come on. We’ll be late.” He turned and walked to the front door without touching the coffee you made him.

You glared at him with nothing with but a heart filled with fiery, “It’s because you love me too. Isn’t it?”

His shoulders stiffened, but that was all the answer he would give you as he walked away.

You gave a small sigh before following after him.

It was long before you were hopping up the steps to Tommy and Maria’s home. Joel trailed behind you as you knocked on the door.

Not even a moment later and Maria was greeting you with her famous smile.

“Good morning.” You returned her smile and gave her a hug.

She gave you a tight squeeze, “Good morning.” She ushered you both inside, “Tommy’s making breakfast or at least trying to.”

“Oh boy.” You breathed out a laugh as the two of you followed her into their little breakfast nook by the kitchen.

“Mornin.” Joel greeted his brother.

You pulled out Joel’s chair before taking your seat as Maria brought over two mugs of tea.

“Thank you, I needed this.” You breathed out as you held the mug.

Your eyes then flickered to Joel pulling out a chair and sitting across from you.

Of course he’d do that. You sighed. Always one for the dramatics.

You were upset that he didn’t want to sit next to you, but you figured it was because of the conversation you both had earlier. Maria took a seat beside you instead, a small smile on her face as she watched Tommy bring over what was a poor attempt at omelets.

“Don’t say one word.” Tommy’s voice was playful as he barely scolded Maria.

Maria raised her hands up in mock surrender, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” Tommy huffed with a small laugh as he took his seat as the head of his table.

“I think that food speaks for itself.” Joel joked.

“It looks… Edible none the least.” You murmured as you picked out egg shells, “You wont hear me complaining.”

“It’s perfect hunny.” Maria smiled as she leaned over a placed a kiss on Tommy’s cheek.

Your heart melted at the sight and an ache filled it. You could only dream of being that way with Joel… The things you would do just to get that man to show you that he loved you too.

The rest of breakfast was going over the upkeep of Jackson and the repairs that needed to be done. Apparently Liza and Julio’s spotted one of the perimeter fences on the east wall being bent inward from the snow the has been pilling up against it and some of the vegetables aren’t doing so well with the cold.

“We should get a group together to fix the fence first.” You said, “I can help out as well.”

“As for the vegetables… This winter is a lot worse then the previous ones we’ve had. We will have to make do with the vegetable we got until we get to warmer weather.” Maria stated.

“That sounds good.” Tommy agreed, “And I will put together a team after our breakfast to start working on the wall. I’ll let you know if we need any help, but thank you for the offer.”

“Of course Tommy.” You nodded your head.

“I also want to switch patrol routes with Mikel.” Joel announced at the table as breakfast was beginning to come to an end.

You looked away from your food and towards him within a second of his words appearing from his mouth, “Why? I thought our route for this week was pretty good.”

“No. I want Mikel to start taking you out on patrol.” He stated simply.

You dropped your fork, “Why? Did I do something wrong? Is this about earlier?”

“No.” He said again and you swore it was his favorite word, “You said it yourself. He’s younger and stronger. That means he can protect you.”

“I don’t want him to protect me.” You glowered, “I have you.”

“No. You don’t.” He stated gruffly, “You can’t rely on me forever.”

“I’m not relying on you! I pull my weight just as much as you do. We’re a team and you can’t just split us up.” You yelled at hi, “I won’t let you.”

He stood up abruptly with a scowl, “Enough! Fuck just listen to me for once! I’m doing this for you!”

“For me?” You stood up as well with a scoff, “You know what, I’ll listen to you when you start making sense Joel!”

“I don’t want you! Can you listen to that?!” He yelled and suddenly the room went silent.

“Fuck you Joel.” You murmured before storming away.

“Have your fucking switch then! See if I care!” You yelled before slamming the door.

“Good job Joel.” Maria rolled her eyes. She stood up and began to collect the dishes, “When are you going to stop being an asshole and realize that you need her just as much as she needs you?” She stated before walking away to put the dishes in the sink.

She rushed to the door to put on her shoes and coat before going to find you. You were more important to her than some dirty dishes that she can clean later.

Joel sighed as he slumped down into his seat.

“What’s going on brother?” Tommy asked.

Joel didn’t speak, not for a few minutes. He was trying his best to keep himself from loosing his shit.

“Nothing.” He mumbled.

“Well that’s a stupid answer coming from you.” Tommy laughed.

“I’m old Tommy.” Joel sighed.

“Yeah.” Tommy laughed, “We’re all old and what’s your point?”

“She’s not.” He stated simply.

A realization dawned across Tommy’s voice, “Is that why you are pushing her away?”

“She deserves more than an old man.” Joel sighed in defeat, “I just wish she would see that.”

“That’s not for you to decide.” Tommy pointed out, “That’s her decision and I can see that she’s not going to change it.”

“But I can help her change it.” Joel said as he looked up at his brother, “Just help me make her see that. That Mikel kid or whoever could be good for her. She needs someone her age and I need someone my age. That’s how it should be.”

“So what? Is that why you’re so attached to Heather? Because you feel like you’re not enough for the girl who has been in love with you for months just because she’s a little younger?”

“It’s not just a little younger.” Joel grumbled,

Tommy shook his head as he stood up, “I’m not going to help you break her heart.”

“You did this with Ellie too and look how that turned out?”

Tommy placed a hand on Joel’s shoulder, “You deserve happiness too, brother.”

“And she deserves someone who is strong enough to protect her.” Joel replied, a solemn tone to his voice.

You soon found yourself scrubbing aggressively at the bar counter.

“Fuck him.” You grumbled as you cleaned, “And not in the good way. Not like he’s been wanting that lately.”

Maria nodded her head, “I’ll admit he is being a dick.”

“Who’s being a dick?” Ellie hopped up on a barstool.

“Joel.” You and Maria both said at the same time.

That is until you did a double take to see that it is Ellie.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working at the barn?” You asked inquisitively, “What are you doing here?”

“I finished all my tasks and saw you both in the window. Why is Joel being a dick?”

“Sweetie, you can’t call him that.” You scolded her lightly, “And he’s not… He’s just…”

“Being a dick.” Maria stated simply.

Her input made the three of you burst out laughing. You smiled at the lighten mood as you reached for a glass. You poured Ellie some water before setting it infront of her.

“Can’t I get some of that?” She asked, pointing to your glass that you were currently filling with whiskey.

You shook your head, “Not until you’re old enough.”

“But it’s the apocalypse?” Ellie looked at you confused.

“Doesn’t mean someone as young as you can drink.” You crossed your arms.

Ellie sighed, “Yes mom.”

“Maybe just talk to him later tonight. Find the real reason about his decision.” Maria advised.

I nodded my head before looking at Ellie, “I’m not going to lie to you. Joel and I are arguing. Can you please stay with Maria and Tommy tonight so I can talk to him?”

Ellie nodded her head slowly, “Why are you two arguing? Is it because of Heather cause if so I don’t like her.”

I sighed, “It’s hard to explain and even harder to talk about it. I won’t talk badly about your dad, not in front of you.”

It was late by the time you went home after you dropped Ellie off at Maria and Tommy’s. They gave you some good news that cheered you up a bit. It might just be the change you both needed. Now all you had to do was tell him. You were just trying to get the courage to step inside your front door.

You finally stepped inside and was met with the lights being on, but no one around.

“Joel?” You called out to him as you took your shoes off.

He didn’t answer you, but you could hear soft muffled voices coming from upstairs. You took a step, each one leading you up the stairs and down to Joel’s room… The door was already wide open and an unwelcome feeling filled your gut as you got closer. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know what lied behind the doorway.

Your body however, carried you into the room. Relief filled your chest at seeing the bed empty and left how you made it in the morning. You glanced around the room to the light that flooded out from the bathroom. You stepped closer to the door, a female laugh fluttering from it making your stomach twist and your chest tighten at what you saw.

Joel sat on a stool that was definitely taken from the kitchen and a bath towel draped around him. Heather stood with a pair of scissors as she cut at the ends of his hair. This was thing that you were supposed to do not her.

“You’re cutting his hair.” Your voice was dull as you repeated what you saw.

“Oh! Yes, I forgot my hair tie when I left this morning so I came back and overheard you telling Joel that he needed a haircut and I thought I might help out and give him one.” Heather smiled at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Your gaze flickered to Joel’s who was staring at you from the mirror. He could see the fallen expression on your face and the way that you were holding back your tears.

“I think she can finish my hair Heather.” Joel said without taking his eyes off of you.

“But…” Heather tried to say something else, but he cut her off.

“Thank you.” He said simply.

Heather released a huff before walking towards you and handing you the scissors before leaving.

“C’mere.” He spoke with a gentleness in his tone that you haven’t heard in months. That tone always made you shiver and you felt like he knew that. Of course he did, he’s fucking observant when he wants to be.

You felt like your emotions were going to explode as you stepped towards him. The events of earlier today and now walking in on seeing the person you wanted to punch in the face touching your Joel’s hair… You were either going to punch the man or kiss him depending on his explanation.

“I know you wanted to do it, but she was insistent that she could do it because she used to cut her husband’s hair before he died and she missed it… I had a hard time saying no.” He explained carefully as if he were talking to a stray cat and maybe you were in that moment, but his explanation seemed to apease you enough.

You nodded your head. You didn’t want to argue, not after today. You ran your fingers through his hair before taking a few strands to trim.

“I don’t like how we left off earlier.” You spoke softly.

“I know.” Joel sighed, “I don’t either.”

“I really don’t want to go on patrol with Mikel. I want to stay with you.” You pleaded lightly.

Joel furrowed his brow, “That’s not up for debate.”

“It shouldn’t even be on the table.” You muttered as you took another strand of his hair, a huff passing your lips in frustration, “I don’t like the way she cut your hair.”

Joel chuckled and warmth filled your stomach at the sound, “Then fix it firefly.”

You continued to cut Joel’s hair the way you knew he liked it. The way that it made you want to run your fingers through his hair every second of the day. After some time in a peaceful silence, you spoke up to tell him about the news you heard from Maria and Tommy when you dropped Ellie off earlier.

“I have some good news.” You spoke timidly, “About Heather.”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Well… Maria and Tommy just informed me that Tris will gladly take Heather as a roommate. Apparently, they’ve been getting along really well together since Heather arrived here. Tris’s house is as big as ours and she says feels lonely having the house to herself.”

Joel took a moment to respond before he asked, “Does Heather know about this yet?”

“Not yet.” You whispered, “Maria and Tris are going to come by for lunch tomorrow to talk it over.”

“I see.” Joel nodded.

“Hey.” I giggled lightly as I barely smacked him on the shoulder, “Don’t move your head or do you want to go bald?”

“I prefer my hair thanks.” Joel grumbled with a small chuckle.

You smiled when he held still, “Better.”

When you finished trimming his hair it looked much neater and yet it had an un-tameness to it that made you bite your bottom lip. You felt a terrible idea pop into your head as you set the pair of scissors down before standing behind Joel. He looked at himself in the mirror with contomept.

“It looks good.” He agreed with your thoughts.

You ran your fingers through his hair as if you were smoothing it out until your fingers curled and you began to massaged his scalp.

His reaction was almost immediate as he leaned back against you on the stool. You could see his eyes roll to the back of his head as he let out a quite hm. It made you want to laugh at how pliable he was when you massage his head.

“I like it too.” You murmured to which he couldn’t quite process.

“Mm.” He agreed.

“How was your day?” You asked when you spotted the way his face scrunched up in pain when he moved his body.

“Had to rebuild that fence, go huntin with Tommy.” He murmured with a grunt, “Found a buck.”

“You must be exhausted. It was really cold today.” You continued to massage his head.

“Twas nothin.” He replied, but you knew better. You knew how sore he could get after a long day.

“I think it’s time we should head to bed, hm?” You asked in a soft tone as to not startle him.

“Mmhm.” He agreed without a second thought.

You leaned down a pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, “Come on then.”

You took the towel off his shoulders before leading him to his bed. He was too exhausted to argue with you as you made him lie down. You took his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and shirt as you covered him with his blanket.

“Good night Joel.” You whispered to him.

Your plan was to sleep on the couch tonight so that he could get some rest. You quietly slipped out of the room once you headed his breath even out. Your footsteps padded across the cold wood floors. You made sure to grab an extra blanket before padding over to the couch that Joel’s been using as a bed this past week. Of course his blanket was neatly folded on the side table with his pillow placed on top.

A small hum slipped passed your lips as you began to make your bed for the night. Hopefully it will be as comfortable as Joel has tried to make you believe.

“You’re really desperate aren’t you.” A voice carried its way from the kitchen entrance.

“Excuse me?” You turned to Heather with a shocked look.

“Desperation it’s dripping off of you like melted snow.” Heather said as if she was talking about the weather, “And your insecurity too, very unflattering might I add. When did your father die? I just want to know when your daddy issues started or have you always had a thing for older men?”

I stood up straight as I glared at you, “Just what’s your plan here? You really think you can throw insults at me and I would just crumble?”

“Oh I’m not insulting you at all. I’m just saying what I see and I don’t see much. Goodnight.” She smiled before walking away, leaving you there fuming.

What in the world was that about?

“I can’t wait for her to get out of my fucking house.” You muttered as you lied down on the couch.

You came to as you felt the warm glow of the sun hit your face. You stretched your arms as you yawned, rolling over to stretch further on your bed. Only you weren’t on your bed and you soon felt gravity as you fell onto the floor with a thud.

“Ow…” You groaned as you blinked your eyes open.

“Mornin.” Came Joel’s deep voice that felt like melted butter and whiskey.

“Fuck… Don’t do that.” You groaned as you rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hand.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Do what?”

“Say mornin’ like you just came back from doing hard labor.” You huffed.

“But I did just come back from doing that.” He chuckled.

He did? Wait. Is his shirt off?

“Huh?” You asked dazed.

You tilted your head to find him leaning against the entry way with a mug of coffee in his hand, shirt intact. A bubble of disappointment filled your face until you spotted his smirk.

Shit… He knew what I was thinking. Of course he did.

You grumbled incoherent words, no doubt insults towards the older man as you stood up.

Joel watched you get up, he couldn’t help it. His eyes traced the skin visible from where your shirt had risen up as you slept. It was only, but a second before he shook those unwelcome thoughts away.

“Talked with Tommy, Ellie wants you to work with her at the barn.” Joel relayed the message he was given, “She’s waitin for ya.”

“Work at the barn? But I’m not that good with horses…” You sighed lightly in defeat, “But for Ellie, I’ll go get ready.”

“Atta girl.” He was grinning now and you knew he was remembering the last time you tried to saddle up your horse.

You weren’t bad at taking care of and saddling up horses so to say… You just weren’t that good at it either.

“Don’t.” You muttered.

“Wasn’t going to.” He mused as he took a sip of his coffee.

You padded over to him and reached your hand out, “Gimme.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Get your own, firefly.”

“I don’t want to get my own. I just want a sip. Please.” You reached towards his mug again.

He didn’t even try to pull it away from you. He just let you grab the mug out of his hand and drink the coffee he made for himself. How he was, the way he acted… It was like before.

Was this all because I massaged his head? You mused to yourself as you took another sip of his coffee. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his rugged handsome face. He looked a lot more rested. You noted.

You also noticed the way his eyes seemed to be staring at the way your lips wrapped around the rim of his mug.

“Morning you two!” The spry voice had you jumping.

You had forgotten that she was here.

“Morning.” Joel greeted.

You nodded at her, not wanting to greet her with a good morning after the way she spoke to you last night. You wondered if you should tell Joel what she said… Then you wondered if he would believe you over her.

He was in such a good mood though, you didn’t want to ruin anything.

“Tris and Maria are coming by for lunch, they want to talk to you about something.” You said to her as politely as you possibly could.

“They did? Well I don’t have any work today so I suppose I can tidy up the house a bit and make lunch for when they arrive.” Heather agreed.

As long as she agrees to moving out then I don’t care what she does.

Heather then poured herself a cup of coffee before looking towards Joel, “Do you want a cup handsome?” She asked him with a light tone.

A scowl made its way onto your face. You held up the mug you were holding towards her.

“He’s got some, but thanks.” You stated smugly as you handed Joel his coffee mug back.

He brought his mug up to his lips and took a sip from where your lips were just moments before. He looked none the wiser at the two women about to scratch each other’s eyes out. Of course he didn’t. Joel was never good at feelings.

You could see a scowl quickly appear and disappear on Heather’s face before she was back to her cheerful self.

“Okay, well there’s more here if anyone wants some.” She said before taking a sip.

You left the two and emerged fifteen minutes later dressed and ready to head out. Joel who was now sitting at the kitchen table with Heather talking about how Joel had to go help his brother today so he couldn’t help Heather clean the house.

You stepped up beside Joel, standing next to him while he remained seated. You ran your right hand through his freshly trimmed haircut, something that he didn’t mind at all.

“I’m going to head out to see Ell’s. Do you want me to pick up anything while I’m gone?” You asked him and only him.

Heather was leaving soon. You thought dismissively. Good riddance.

“We’re out of carrots. Maybe the two of you can stop by the garden and pick some up?” Joel asked.

You nodded your head as your hand traveled down to the side of his neck, “Anything else?” You asked as you rubbed the sliver of skin that wasn’t hidden by his flannel.

“No…” Joel said, his voice much lower than before as he glanced down at his coffee mug.

You gave Heather a triumphant look before stepping away, “See you later.” You waved them off before leaving.

It wasn’t long before I was met with an excited Elli who jumped on my back the moment she saw me.

“Soooo? How did it go? Was my leaving all for not?” She pressed, wanting to get all the gossip, “Shall I get my pitchfork?”

“I think everything went well.” I said as I smiled softly to myself.

I carried her over to the stables, trying my best not to topple over with the growing girl. I aware she was getting taller by the day.

“Maria told me that Heather’s finally leaving!” Ellie fist pumped the air by my head, “Dude, I swear she is weird as hell. Definitely hiding a bomb or something.”

I laughed as I set her down by the barn doors, “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

I faced her with my hands on my hips, “Now little bug. What is our mission today?”

A wide grin spread across her face as she clapped her hands, “Have you ever trimmed hooves before?”

My face fell, “Don’t tell me…”

“Yep!” Ellie exclaimed, “Get ready to possibly be bit, stepped on, and kicked.”

My eyes widened at her words.

“Let’s get to it!” Ellie stated as she grew open the barn doors.

“Oh boy.” I sighed, but followed my daughter nonetheless.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you and Ellie were walking down our street. The two of you were holding hands as Ellie swung your linked hands as hard as she could. Your other hand was carrying a small bag of carrots that Joel had asked for and you hoped he’d be pleased that you remembered.

The two of you were laughing as Ellie recounted your great fail at trying to keep Buttercup still.

“I still can’t believe she pushed you over.” Ellie laughed as you both walked into the house, “Joel!” She yelled.

The two of your were giggling as you entered the living room to find the two of them on the couch. Heather was in a mess of tears, clinging to Joel who was trying to console her.

“Uh…” Ellie’s voice trailed off in confusion, “What’s going on?”

You left to place the bag of carrots on the kitchen counter before returning to the living room to listen to Joel explain.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Joel explained as Heather buried her face into his shirt.

He was quick to pull her into his side and settle her. That movement made you frown as you watched the two. Why the hell is she snuggling up to him? Why is he allowing it?

“About what?” You asked as you looked between the two skeptically.

“About leaving. She doesn’t want to go.” Joel explained.

“I’m sorry!” Heather sobbed and you couldn’t tell if she was really crying or if she was that good of an actress.

“It’s just I don’t feel comfortable around anyone else.” She continued, her voice laced with guilt and remorse.

“What do you mean? You and Tris get along great. I know that because she told me that herself.” You crossed your arms, not buying the ‘I’m scared act’, “She said that you two go out for lunch together almost everyday.”

“I know, but that’s different than living with someone. She’s the first friend that I made here and I just don’t want to ruin it. I can’t bring myself to leave, I’m so sorry dear.” Heather carried on as she wiped her tears.

You sighed, not liking the idea of trying to console her, but you would use any means if it would get her out. It’s been weeks now and you’ve just about had enough, especially after last night.

“I’m sure to won’t be too bad.” You tried to persuade her, “It might be nice living with someone your age.”

“But you have proved it yourself that’s not the case.” She countered as she motioned to Joel and Ellie.

“I’m just gonna go…” Ellie made a motion to go upstairs and you nodded before she ran away.

Lucky girl.

“I don’t want to be a burden to any of you. I really am sorry for my decision, please don’t hate me.” Heather insisted, “I really would love for us to be friends.”

You tried not to roll your eyes. Like hell you want to be friends and you you’ve been a burden since you set foot through my door.

“I’m sorry, hate you?” You huffed as you popped your hip out with a knowing look, “After what you said last night, that word doesn’t even cover it. So yeah I do. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

“Be nice.” Joel scolded with a low tone directed towards me.

“You don’t know what she—“ You tried to explain what happened last night. How small she made you feel, but Heather wouldn’t allow it.

She leaned into Joel as her panic attack rose, “I didn’t say anything I swear I didn’t. I just want to belong here. You saved me Joel, please don’t abandon me. I can’t bear the thought of being alone.”

“I won’t abandon you… You can stay here.” Joel insisted which made your blood boil.

Was he being serious right now?

“Joel.” You turned your attention to him, trying your best to keep from shouting, “Can I talk to you for a minute in private?”

Joel nodded his head before following out to the front porch.

“You can’t let her stay.” You said the moment the door shut behind you both.

“She said that she thought it over some more and she wouldn’t feel comfortable living with someone she doesn’t really know.” He sighed.

But she’s been living with us. I wanted to say, but I held my tongue.

“Please just trust me.” You grabbed his arm with a pleading look on your face, “I’m being serious right now Joel. You don’t know her that well. Hell, none of us do. I swear she’s been acting strange the moment you brought her here. First my room, then breakfast and taking over my tasks, trying to cut your hair. Not to mention the fact that she said that I—”

You could see the way his face came to a conclusion of something and you had hoped that maybe then he was realizing what you had been seeing since day one, but of course… You were wrong.

“You’re jealous.” He stated simply.

“What?” You shook your head at the audacity of this man, “No, I’m not.”

He pulled his arm from your grip, “Yes. Yes you are. That’s why you’ve been acting like she has some kind of vendetta against you. She told me you were jealous and that’s why you have been mean to her, but I didn’t think you would go this far to push her out of our lives after the horror she’s experienced.”

You felt a strong punch to your gut as you listened to him speak. The way he spoke about her as if your feelings meant nothing to him made you want to scream.

“She’s the nicest person in this town and has been nothing, but kind to you and Ellie. She’s scared and you’re only making it worse for her to settle in here.” He finished with a sigh.

She doesn’t know us. You don’t understand. Why won’t you listen? You thought angrily.

“Are you being serious right now?” You glared at him, “You’re… You’re defending her over me?”

“I’m not defending no one. I’m saying that you’re taking this too far.” He ran a hand through his unruly hair with a huff, “You need to put your feelings aside for me and realize that she just wants to feel at home somewhere. After what she’s been through, she needs comfort and we can give that to her.”

Angry tears formed in your eyes, but you held them back. You couldn’t believe what Joel was saying and it hurt how much he wasn’t listening to you.

“Fuck you and fuck her comfort! I don’t feel comfortable! Right now. Right here. Hell, this past week I have felt anything but comfort. I feel unwelcome in my own home Joel.” You cried out.

“Don’t do this firefly. You need to start letting people in. That’s what you told me when we first met remember?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Who knows… Maybe it’s best that she stays. The three of you can help each other feel at home here.”

“Her help us? We’ve been just fine on our own, thank you. The three of us! No more and no less!” You shoved him which barely made him move.

He remained silent as he let you rant, his hand falling back to his side.

“I don’t want her here. I want her gone Joel.” You stated firmly, “Ellie doesn’t want her here either.”

Joel sigh as he crossed his arms, “Heather told me about the things you said to her last night. The horrible things you said to her and the threats you made.” Joel said suddenly with a disapproving tone to his voice, “I thought you were better than that especially after what you went through. I thought you of all people would make someone feel welcomed.”

You felt small under his gaze as you tried to explain yourself, “Of course I would try to make everyone feel welcome and I did Joel. I did try, but she…” Your brows furrowed, “I didn’t say anything to her last night…” Your eyes widened at the realization of what she was doing. She was pitting Joel against you with lies and it was working… Again.

That final thought made you snap as you stepped away from Joel.

“That bitch.” You seethed as you rushed into the house.

“What are you doing? Wait! Don’t!” Joel yelled from behind you, but you were on a mission.

You bounded up the steps, much faster than Joel could as you raced to your room. You had a feeling that she was gloating with her new success in making Joel turn against you. Of course she did, she was downright evil. The door banged against the wall as you shoved it open, finding her sitting at the foot of your bed.

“How dare you come into my home and try to turn him against me.” You sneered as you took quick steps towards her, “I didn’t say anything to you, it was you who has been fucking with me ever since you’ve gotten here! What is your goal here? To take over my life?”

Heather’s eyes widened as an anxious expression appeared on her face, “I have no idea what you are talking about dear—”

It was such a relief seeing her skin turn red as you finally got the chance to slap her across her smug face. Her scream did nothing to stop your anger from rising.

You swiftly grabbed the collar of her shirt before she could get up and run. You wanted to make your threat clear as you glared down at her, “You’re not welcome here.”

Her expression went from panicked to calm as she relaxed in your grip. It unnerved you as you watched her persona change so quickly.

“Oh, but I think I am.” Heather whispered with a smirk, “And soon nobody here will feel safe. Not even your precious Ellie.”

That hit a nerve in you at the mention of Ellie’s name.

“Fuck you.” You spat in her face as you lunged yourself on top of her.

You pinned her down to the bed as she gasped for breath. Your hands wrapped around her throat and she desperately tried to claw at your hands, but nothing nudged you.

The only thing that you could feel was a motherly rage at the mention of Ellie not being safe. You would burn this entire town down before letting that happen.

Die. Die. Die. Die.

It was a blink of an eye before you were roughly pulled off of her and thrown into your old dresser. The dresser shook and a picture frame of you, Joel, and Ellie toppled to the ground with a sickening crack. You gasped at the impact as pain rippled through your side and you had a feeling that it would be bruised in the morning.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Joel raised his voice, directing his anger towards you.

“You don’t understand!” You yelled at him as you gripped onto the dresser to keep yourself from falling to the floor, “Can you not see it or are you too blinded by the helpless victim act?”

“I think you should leave tonight.” Joel stated, his eyes flickered to you leaning into the dresser, but said nothing of it. He wasn’t aware of how much strength he used when he pulled you off of Heather. The only thing currently running through his head was not seeing anyone die tonight.

“What? Leave?” You looked up at him confused, “Did you not hear a word I just said? She is using you!”

Joel sighed, “What could she possibly be using me for? I have nothing to offer.” He shook his head, “I think it’s best you leave and clear your head. Maybe when you get some space you will see that she is not a threat.”

You looked at the woman who cowered on the bed, out of view from Joel, but not from you. You could see the victory in her eyes as she watched Joel protect her and not you.

You looked back to Joel with an empty feeling in your chest, “I want you to remember this moment when you realize I’m right, Miller. Goodbye.”

You swiftly stepped out of the room, ignoring the throbbing pain in your side. You saw Ellie peer out from her room with a concerned and scared expression on her face.

“What… What’s going on?” She asked with a timid voice, “Are you leaving? You’re leaving me?”

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes and quickly pulled her into a hug despite the pain you were feeling, “No of course I’m not leaving. I’m just going to stay with Tommy and Maria tonight, but listen…” You looked back and saw that neither of them had followed you out of the room.

You looked back towards Ellie and whispered in her ear, “Heather is dangerous. I don’t know what she has planned or why yet, but I need you to keep your knife close and keep an eye on Joel l until I figure it out okay?”

“Okay.” Ellie nodded, “I will, I promise.” Her eyes suddenly looked past your shoulder to Joel who was walking out of your room.

“I love you, my daughter.” You kissed her on the top of her head before quickly making your way downstairs, “See you later bug.”

“Love you too mom… See you later…” You heard her broken voice say as you walked out the front door.

I will end you, Heather. I will fucking end you.

[theemporium]

in need of wolfstar smut ideas?? say less!!

wolfstar x reader where wolfstar gets hit on by two girls who are older than reader and reader waits for them to say something to the girls but they kind of like seeing reader get all riled up and when she leaves to go dance they smirk at each other before they see her take off her jacket and walk onto the dance floor where like all the guys start flirting/dancing with her and they make eye contact with each other and JEALOUS BATHROOM SEX SCENE! okay sorry🤭🤭

i found this in my docs from last night? so apparently i came back from a night out and wrote it and don't remember it? anyways lowkey shit but i am too lazy to fix it😭thank you for requesting!🖤

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It was stupid. 

You had no reason to be insecure about your relationship, and you weren’t. Not in the slightest. You knew that your boys wanted you. You knew you were the one they loved. You knew at the end of the night, you would be the one that would go home with them.

But the girls all over them didn’t seem to know that.

It wasn’t an unusual sight to see girls flanking all over your boyfriends and you honestly couldn’t blame them. They were both absolutely gorgeous in their own rights. Remus with his sandy brown hair, broad shoulders and thick arms. Sirius with his pretty face, charming smile and irresistible charm. 

Your boyfriends were fucking models and everyone in this stupid club agreed, especially the girls that had been giggling and laughing with them for the last five minutes at the bar. 

Now, you weren’t dumb. You knew exactly what game your boys were playing at because they had endlessly teased you on how cute you looked when you were jealous. The way your nose would scrunch up and your eyes narrowed into a glare. The way you looked downright murderous but it was probably one of the hottest looks they had ever seen on you. 

Because they liked getting you jealous, because they liked seeing you possessive and territorial of them. Because your boyfriends were sneaky bastards who liked to find ways of riling you up so your attention was fully on them. 

But tonight? You didn’t want to let them win tonight even if every cell in your body wanted to storm over to the bar, nuzzle yourself between your boys and make it really fucking clear to everyone in this club that they belonged to you.

No. You were going to give them a taste of their own medicine. 

You could feel their eyes on you the second you stood up from your seat at the booth, their watchful gazes intense and familiar. You tried to bite back your smirk as you shrugged off the light jacket you brought with you, dumping it in the booth before you made your way towards the dance floor whilst staying in their line of sight.

The boys had complimented you endlessly on your dress before you had left the flat. The way the colour contrasted against your skin, the way it clung onto your body just the way they fucking adored. And they loved how confident you were in it, the way you felt gorgeous in it. 

However, what they didn’t enjoy was the way everyone’s eyes were on you the second you started dancing to whatever song that was thumping through the speakers. 

Your arms were in the air, your eyes were closed and the smile on your face was pure fucking mischeif as you danced to the song, knowing full well that both of your boyfriends were watching you—knowing that the girls around them were the last thing on their minds at that moment. 

Remus and Sirius were already on edge the second they saw you walked onto the dance floor, but it was a man—a stranger—putting his hands on you that made them move. You barely felt the touch on your waist when they were ripped away from you, the familiar scent of Sirius’ cologne overwhelming your senses as he dragged you against his chest. 

“Sirius–”

“Quiet,” the boy grunted in your ear, a look shared over your head with Remus before they were both flanking you—guarding you—away from the dance floor and towards the bathroom. 

You didn’t even get a chance to open your mouth before you found yourself in the bathrooms, the door locked and your body pressed against the cool ceramic sinks as the light flickered above you. 

“What were you playing at, love?” Remus murmured, his eyebrows furrowed together as he stood in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. 

“Doin’ what you were doin’,” you grumbled with an adorable pout on your lips. “Did you even tell those girls you had a girlfriend?” 

“Doesn’t mean you go shaking that pretty arse of yours like it doesn’t belong to us,” Sirius sniped, his body warm against your side as he moved your hair to the side, head ducking down to press kisses against your shoulder as he moved the strap of your dress out of the way.

“Then they shouldn’t touch what’s mine,” you snapped back, your eyes falling shut as you felt Sirius’ teeth scrape against your sweet spot, but Remus squeezed your cheeks to grab your attention again.

“You’re ours, baby,” he murmured, his lips close enough that if you just shifted your head up a little you could kiss him, but it was impossible to do with the hold he had on you. “And we’re yours.” 

“Are you?” you asked, your eyes narrowed in defiance as you felt Sirius’ hand creeping up your skirt as he pressed lazy kisses against your skin. “Maybe that man out there will actually—”

“Be careful how you finish that sentence,” Remus growled, his eyes darkening as he watched you closely. 

“Think our girl needs a reminder,” Sirius chimed in, his hand squeezing your upper thigh as the fabric of your dress bunched against his wrist. 

Their hands were all over you, touching you and overwhelming you and manhandling you in a way you shouldn’t like but you really fucking did. The way Remus’ kept one hand on your throat, the other with his fingers threaded through your hair to keep your eyes on him. The way Sirius all but ripped the flimsy material of your panties off you, his hand tucked between your thighs as his fingers worked magic you never quite understood. 

You were theirs and they were reminding you. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned, your voice a little whiny as you tried to roll your hips against Sirius’ palm but Remus kept you still. “Please, I—”

“You what, baby?” Remus’ voice was gruff and low, his eyes watching in delight as you squirmed when Sirius slowly pumped one finger in and out of you, the pace too slow and the girth nowhere near enough. “You want more?” 

“Please,” you choked out a sob.

“You want us to make you feel good?” Remus cooed, tugging your hair a little until you let out a whimper. “You don’t want the bastard outside, do you?” 

You shook your head, whining. “No, no—just yous, just want my boys.” 

“Just us, lovie?” Sirius murmured, his lips brushed against your ear. “Want us to fuck you like the dumb slut you are?” 

You nodded helplessly. 

“Say it,” Remus bit out. “I wanna hear you fucking say it or you’re getting nothing.” 

“I want you to fuck me dumb,” you begged, your eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. You were like a rubber band just waiting to snap but they weren’t giving you anywhere near enough to do so. “I’m your slut, just yours.” 

“Yes, you are,” Remus growled before pressing his lips against yours. 

You didn’t even get a chance to reply. Not when Remus had roughly spinned you around, your stomach pressed against the ledge as he bent you over the sink. Not as he shoved the fabric of your dress up, slapping your ass sharply. Not as he slid into your soaking cunt, listening to way you moaned and mewled but gave you no more attention as he turned to Sirius, fingers wound in his hair as he gave him a passionate kiss. 

“Gotta earn it like a good girl,” Remus groaned, listening to the way you whined for attention like a little slut. “Gotta fuck yourself on my cock to show me you fucking deserve it.” 

Your fingers gripped the edge of the sink, your tits falling out of the confinements of your dress as you fucked yourself back on his cock like a desperate whore. But no matter how much you moaned or begged, Remus didn’t give in. 

He didn’t give you any attention. He didn’t let you come. He didn’t do anything but watch you fuck yourself feverishly on his cock, your eyes desperately finding Sirius’ in hopes he would help, but your other boy just watched with a smirk and his hand around his cock. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, gotta put on more of a show for us if you wanna come tonight,” Sirius chided, his eyes gleaming in delight in such a way that you knew it was going to be a long night even after you left this bathroom. “We want this whole fucking club to know who you’re a slut for.”

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[drysdaleknieslee]

omggg i am obsessed with your juraj works! could you maybe do one where you and juraj are out maybe with the team or something, and you get talking to this guy and juraj gets all protective and slightly jealous, so he takes you home and absolutely rails you into oblivion 🫢 thank you love <3

Thank you for loving my work (I haven't written smut and you guys give me a lot of practice 😉) I love protective guys so I hope you like this 🩵

I hope it's not too rushed at the end!

It was an annual charity for the Montreal Canadiens and there was a fundraiser involved every time. You and Juraj arrive hand in hand as you start to see the familiar faces of the teammates and their wives or significant others.

You smile and hug Arber and Stephanie and then of course Cole (he get's pouty if you don't) and you strike up a conversation with Kirby.

As the night went on, you taking group photo's with the wives and girlfriends, you nudge Juraj lightly. "Hey I'm just going to the bar to refill my drink ok?"

"OK, srdiečko, just be careful ok? There's a lot of people here" he says looking around nervously.

"I'll be ok Jur, I'll come right back."

I grab my glass and head over to the bar and order another drink. With the crowd that was in here it was taking the bartenders a while to get the drink out. And I didn't notice how cold it was in there until you felt the goosebumps on your arms. Your dress has spaghetti straps so there wasn't much to cover.

"What's beautiful girl like you doing at the bar by yourself?" you heard someone slur behind you.

You roll your eyes before turning around to face the stranger and your forced to smell the strong stench of alcohol and sweat. This guy was at least your fathers age, shirt undone from the partying, and eyes wandering all over you making you severely uncomfortable.

"I'm not alone" you try to say in the most polite way you can.

"I don't see no boyfriend. You don't have a ring on your finger," he tried to grab your wrist for emphasis but you snatched it away before he could, making him aggravated, "whoever he is I bet he ain't doing it right."

"That is none of your concern." Your looking for someone you know but everyone is wrapped up in their own conversation to notice your silent cry for help.

"You know it's rude to ignore company." he says before taking a step towards you but he stops. Arrogance is now replaced with fear.

"I'm so sorry srdiečko, didn't mean to leave you waiting" said the deep Slovakian voice behind you. Suddenly, you feel his strong hand wrap under your jaw before tilting you head back and initiating a heat filled, jealousy ridden kiss. Smearing your lip gloss. Juraj never broke eye contact with the stranger who's face was beet red at this point.

Juraj smirks at his reaction and runs his thumb across his lip for emphasis. The stranger throws his drink back before adding, "you can have the bitch. She would've been a quick fuck anyways."

Everything happened so quickly after that because all you know is Juraj threw a right hook directly at this guy's nose, followed by another, punch, followed by a crack signifying something was definitely broken on his side.

Security was called to escort the guy out as apparently he had multiple complaints against him already. Juraj looked disheveled before turning to you to make sure you were ok.

"Jur, I'm ok. Are you ok? Your hand has to be broken-"

"Did he touch you?"

"No. He almost did, but he didn't."

He was still angry but he relaxed a little after that. We called it early as Juraj's bleeding knuckles weren't gonna fix themselves.

The ride in the car was silent. Tension was there as Juraj's good hand was gripping the steering wheel and the other gripped your knee.

"I should've checked on you earlier-" "Juraj, stop. It's not your fault. I should've left or called for you. Let's worry about your hand first then everything else."

When you arrive home you instruct him to go to the bathroom and to wait for you. When you grab the first aid he's leaning against the sink with his head down. Upon hearing you, he lifts his head with the most solemn look.

You grab his hand lightly and dab a cloth with alcohol on it. He winces slightly but only for a second. He doesn't stop looking at you.

"I'm glad you're here. I hope you know that." he barely says above a whisper.

"I'm glad I'm here too. And that your always gonna be there to protect me."

You finish wrapping his hand before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss by wrapping his bandaged hand around your neck, moaning softly.

His hands move to the hem of your dress in an attempt to take it off before you stop him. "Your hand needs to heal Jur."

"I'm not made of glass my love, and I don't expect to treat you like you are either."

He knows the effect his words have on you as you, as you start to dampen and squeeze your thighs together, which goes unnoticed by him.

He lifts you swiftly before carrying you into the bedroom to lay you on your shared bed. His lips now make contact with your shoulder blade and down between your breasts. He hovers there for a second before blowing on your nipples, releasing a moan from you as your nipples harden.

He leaves a light kiss on your right while he begins to pinch the nipple on your left. Your back arches as he engulfs your right nipple in his mouth. After doing that, he switches sides, giving both sides the needed attention, but you needed him somewhere else.

"Juraj" you say as you choked on your own words.

"Yes my love?"

"I need you."

"Use your words," he says sternly. "I need your mouth, down there."

He removes himself from your chest and hovers over your face with a shit eating grin. "Say it correctly and I'll do it."

Your bucking your hips at this point and he's loving this.

"I need you to eat me out Juraj."

"With pleasure."

He gets on his knees and starts to lift your dress up. You lift to assist him. He glances up, eyes hooded and dark. You didn't wear panties.

"You better be glad we don't have practice tomorrow," he said darkly before bringing his face closer to your entrance. He starts to kitten lick you lightly, making your body jerk with each stroke before licking a long stripe up your entrance. You lift your hips with a moan at the sensation and he places his good hand on your hips to hold you down.

Nothing filled the room but the sounds of your panting and whines and his lewd noises. You grab his hair for leverage as the coil in the pit of your stomach starts to form. Your whines becoming more frequent, telling Juraj that you were close.

"Cum for me love," he says while inserting his index finger and curling it to hit your g spot. Your mouth drops open as stars fill your vision and you release on his tongue.

His lips are wet with your release as you try to contain your composure. "We're not done srdiečko. I think you have one more in you."

He starts to unbuckle his belt and undress and you mustered up the little energy you had to remove your dress. After removing his boxers, he collects some of your release, making you convulse lightly, as he uses it to pump himself a few times. His tip, angry and red and leaking pre-cum. You wrap your legs around his waist and he balances himself with one hand while he lines himself at your entrance.

He slowly pushes himself in, letting you adjust. After adjusting you signal him to move. He begins to gain a rhythm and his head falls back in pleasure. The angle that you're in has him hitting every spot every thrust. You notice his arm start to shake after trying to support himself.

You look at him and his eyes are screwed shut in concentration. He's trying to hold you up without hurting himself further in the process.

Jur, let me ride you. Your in pain."

He slows, still buried within you, as he flips you both so now you're on top. He released a sigh and a moan as now he is buried at the hilt. He's fully in you, and imprint in your stomach only makes him harder.

"You did well my love, let me finish," you say as you start to get a rhythm. Groans and moans now fill the room along with the sound of slapping skin. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head as this new angle has you feeling Juraj everywhere.

You start to clench and the grip on your hip tightens which each one. "Let's do it together."

With one last rut of your hips, both you and Juraj release a joined moan before you collapse on his chest. "We'll shower in the morning. Just let me hold you for a second," he said. Your eyes eventually close listening to the sound of his heartbeat. No matter what happens, you know he'll always be there to break a few noses for you.

[steddiealltheway]

Part Four of The Danger in Romanticizing. Part One. Part Three. Ao3 Link

Steve reaches out beside him, trying to wind his arms around the warm body next to him. His arms wrap around a bare torso, smooth even as his fingertips trace over tattooed skin. He presses his chest against the man’s back, pulling him in closer and burying his face in the dark messy curls and breathing in deep.

It feels... perfect.

Steve wonders how he got so lucky to be able to wake up next to this perfect man.

His heart thuds in his chest gradually getting louder and faster to the point that it startles Steve. He slowly cracks an eye open, wondering what the hell is happening, confusion clouding his brain.

“Steve!” Robin yells, knocking louder. “Wake up!”

Steve is suddenly startled back into reality, scrambling back and staring at the pillow in his arms that used to be...

Fuck.

That would be the last time Steve goes to bed thinking about not thinking about Eddie which ultimately ended with him... thinking about him. And dreaming about him.

He groans and rubs his hands over his face.

“Steve!”

“Just a minute,” Steve groans. He slowly makes his way out of bed and opens the door a few inches. “What?”

Robin looks him up and down. “What type of dream were you having? You’ve never slept that deeply before.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Steve says, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the doorframe. “What time is it?”

“Ten.”

Steve cracks an eye open. “What?”

“Yeah, you slept in for once. But hey, do you want to go to Chrissy’s and Eddie’s tonight? They invited us over for dinner.”

The last thing Steve needs to do is see Eddie. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Shit.

Robin smiles wide and says, “Great. Now shower before you stink up the place.”

Steve gives her a look before he shuts the door. He glances down at his chest and notices the way his chest hair is slightly damp with sweat. “Gross,” he mumbles as he grabs a towel and makes his way to the bathroom to try to wash away all memories of the PG dream that somehow wrecked him.

-:-:-:-:-:-

All day, Steve tries not to worry about the upcoming visit.

It’s just Chrissy, Robin, and the man who he’s only seen twice who is quickly taking up all the space in his brain.

It doesn’t help that Robin’s been pressing him about the dream which was first out of concern when she thought his nightmares had come back. Once Steve had (regrettably) informed her that the dream was definitely not a nightmare, her concern turned into morbid curiosity.

“Come on, you’ve told me about your wet dreams before. Why is this any different?” Robin asks as she puts on mascara.

Steve fixes his hair in the mirror next to her and groans, “It wasn’t a wet dream.”

“Okay, so an even easier dream to share with your best friend,” she says, nudging him.

And any other time, Steve would’ve given in, but with the subject of his dream being the best friend of Robin’s girlfriend, who Steve swore he didn’t like, it makes things... complicated.

Robin gasps, “Was it something about Collin?”

Steve grimaces, “God no. Don’t put those thoughts in my head or my unconscious brain might betray me.”

“And did it betray you last night?”

Steve narrows his eyes at her. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because it’s clearly bothering you!”

“I think it’s bothering you more than it’s bothering me,” Steve snarks back.

Robin huffs, “You’re deflecting.”

“Dating a psych major has expanded your vocabulary, I see.”

“Steve.”

He sighs and turns to Robin. “It was nothing really. I was just cuddling with some random person, and it didn’t make me want to get out of bed apparently.”

The frown on Robin’s face deepens as she moves back from the mirror and puts her mascara down. Her eyes follow the tube down to the counter as she contemplates something. She turns to Steve and asks, “Do you want me to try to set you up with someone?”

Steve instantly thinks of Eddie and suppresses a groan as he shakes his head. There’s no use trying to get with someone else until he can successfully unromanticize Eddie. And yes, it’ll be torture, but he doesn’t want to hurt someone else in the process like he has in the past.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Robin asks gently.

Steve gives her a sad smile and shakes his head. “I was really an asshole in high school.”

Robin lays a hand on his arm and squeezes. “No use punishing yourself for it now.”

He knows she’s trying to help him feel better, but it just further confirms what he already knows. He wishes he could call some of the girls he dragged around back when he was so hung up on Nancy and couldn’t think about the feelings of anyone else involved. But it’s too late now.

Steve glances at himself in the mirror. He knows he hasn’t physically changed too much from when he was in high school considering it’s only been a few years, but he sees a new haunted expression in his eyes that didn’t use to be there before. He’s grateful that Robin and the kids had such a drastic effect on his life and changed his entire worldview, but sometimes he misses the blissful ignorance that came with being a popular asshole.

He glances down at his watch and decides he should probably change into something more presentable for dinner. His heart lifts a little when he thinks about wearing his blue polo with the green stripe and hoping Eddie will find some amusement in his preppy choice. “I’m gonna get changed,” Steve dismisses himself, quick to lock himself in his room so he can stare in the mirror longer than necessary.

Soon enough, he’s listening to Robin’s poor instructions as she attempts to guide him to Chrissy and Eddie’s place while getting distracted and forgetting key turns. “You’ve been dating Chrissy for a month now; shouldn’t you stop worrying about perfecting your mascara?”

Robin continues to stare at herself in the mirror, somehow still focused on the mascara she’s been touching up for hours before they even left. “I would like to date her for another month, and if that means perfect mascara, then I’m keeping it that way.”

Steve rolls his eyes at her and hits his brakes sharply when Robin yells at him to turn right. He sighs and asks, “And in the two years you’ve known her, you’ve had perfect mascara every time?”

“I would touch it up anytime we were put on a shift together at the coffee shop.”

“And every time during your destined first class together?” Steve asks, smiling as he recalls all the time Robin would come home bitching and moaning about how wonderful her coworker Chrissy seemed but she never had a chance with her. But last year when they unknowingly registered for the same class and Chrissy sat next to her, Robin seemed to have a small change of heart. She used to tell Steve that the universe perfectly aligned in order to get a class with her. Steve was quick to point out that it was pretty lucky for her to already be working at the campus coffee shop with her.

“Every time,” Robin says.

Steve shakes his head and checks his hair in the mirror as they approach a stop sign. He quickly stops himself when he realizes he’s a bit of a hypocrite to make fun of Robin for wanting to look perfect when he’s doing the same thing.

“Oh! It’s right there!” Robin says as Steve nearly misses the turn into the apartment complex.

Thankfully, Robin puts her mascara away and guides him to a parking space. When they get out, Steve stares up at the building and whistles low. It’s one of the nicer apartment complexes in the area that he and Robin couldn’t afford when they first got here.

“They’re on the third floor,” Robin announces, gesturing for Steve to follow her.

As he makes his way up to the top floor, Steve thinks that maybe he does prefer their cheaper first-floor apartment. He takes a deep breath as Robin knocks on the first door to the right. It swings open almost immediately and Chrissy practically jumps out of the door to hug Robin.

Steve smiles and politely averts his eyes to let them have their moment. He hears Chrissy say, “Steve!” as he’s also pulled into a tight hug before being welcomed inside.

He looks around at the space, a living room decorated with nice darker blue and pale pink tones in front of him and an open kitchen to the right with a tall kitchen island that acts as a bar next to a small dining area. There’s only one hallway to the right where he assumes Chrissy’s and Eddie’s rooms are.

“Eddie! Our guests are here!”

Steve smiles as he hears light cursing coming from the room on the left, closest to the living room before the door flies open and Eddie leans out with a sheepish look on his face. “And what if I said my room is not ready for Steve’s tour?”

Chrissy rolls her eyes. “Then I would say that you’ve been in there for hours procrastinating, and I would ask if a clean room is a true representation of how you live.”

“Then I would say you’re rude.”

Chrissy sticks her tongue out at him before grabbing Robin’s hand and pulling her to the kitchen to test something she’s cooking.

“It smells amazing in here,” Steve says as he takes in the smell of baking bread.

“That’s all Chrissy. I’m pretty sure I would burn the place down if I attempted to make a grilled cheese,” Eddie confesses as he makes his way to Steve.

Steve laughs. “What do you do when Chrissy isn’t available to cook?”

“He starves!”

Eddie glares at Chrissy momentarily. “I know how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and order takeout.”

“Very impressive, Munson,” Robin says with a laugh.

Eddie frowns and wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulders. “I’m going to take Steve here on a nice tour of the place so I can get away from you two.” As the girls roll their eyes, Eddie lowers his voice and says, “You see what I have to deal with every time you’re not around?”

Steve turns to him and fights the urge to run a nervous hand through his hair because of the close proximity. “It’s a very rough life you live.”

“Someone understands!” Eddie exclaims dramatically. “And before anyone can argue with me, let me start your tour.” He grabs Steve’s hand and runs down the hall which startles a laugh out of him.

“Why are we running?”

“It’s a speed tour so you don’t get the chance to truly look at my room! But first, we have Chrissy’s room.” Eddie opens the door on the right and gestures around at the room filled with pretty pastels. “She has a wonderful bathroom to herself but much less closet space.”

Before Steve can really comment or take it in, Eddie rushes off to the door to his room, opens it, and shuts it. “My room.”

“Wait,” Steve says as he gets a flash of dark colors and clutter. “You can’t do that.”

“My house, my rules.”

Steve goes to cross his arms but doesn’t when he realizes Eddie’s hand is still in his. “And what if I break the rules?” he challenges.

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Eddie flirts easily.

“Eddie!” Chrissy groans loudly. “Stop being a perv.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not- hey!”

Steve takes the distraction to open the door and rush into the room, nearly stepping into a pile of clothes in the process. He wasn’t lying when he said it was not ready for a tour.

“Well… this is me…” Eddie comments, scratching at his neck and flushing a light shade of pink. He stoops over and grabs a pile of clothes before dumping them in a laundry basket in the corner of the room.

So, maybe he isn’t so perfect after all. Steve tries to shrug away the thought that maybe that’s okay and instead tries to focus on chiseling away at the perfect image he’s started to form of Eddie. He glances around at the posters covering the wall with things that Steve doesn’t recognize until he spots a few picture frames on Eddie’s desk. He bends down and sees a picture of Eddie with an older man. “Is this the uncle you told me about? The one that works at the plant.”

“You remember that?” Eddie asks as he makes his way over to the table.

“Of course,” Steve comments nonchalantly.

 Eddie gives him a quick questioning look before turning his gaze toward the photo. A fond look crosses over his face. “Yeah, that’s my uncle Wayne.” He points at another picture frame with a picture of him and a few guys with matching shirts on. “That’s both Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin – my metal band.” He moves on to the next frames and continues, “And you’ll never guess who those two are.”

Steve laughs at the picture of Chrissy and Eddie in graduation gowns much like the picture he has with Robin except Eddie’s sticking his tongue out and making devil horns with his fingers while Chrissy laughs and holds up what looks like a pom-pom.

“Chrissy was a cheerleader?”

Eddie snorts. “The queen cheerleader actually. I carried that pom-pom under my gown during that whole ceremony so she could have it in photos.”

Steve smiles as his mind tries to form the memory. He looks around at the other frames and can’t help but ask, “There's no pictures of you and… the sort of boyfriend who has no name?”

Eddie huffs and looks down. “No, it’s not… like that. I don’t think. It’s not serious, I mean. Maybe. I don’t know.” He shakes his head and quietly says, “His name is Declan.”

“Declan?” Steve can’t help but say with a laugh.

“What’s wrong with the name?” Eddie asks defensively but a small smile tugs at his lips.

Steve just shrugs and repeats, “Declan.” The name doesn’t feel right.

Eddie sighs, “Well, it’s not like he chose it, Steve.”

The tone Eddie says his name makes Steve cross his arms. “What’s wrong with my name, Eddie?”

An interesting redness creeps up Eddie’s neck as he shakes his head and says, “Nothing.” He suddenly gasps and grabs Steve’s hand, tugging him to the corner of his room. “I have to show you my sweetheart.”

Steve’s heart simultaneously skips a beat and sinks as the nickname slips out of Eddie’s mouth. But then Eddie is gently caressing a guitar hanging on the wall in a way that makes Steve’s heart yearn for the same touch.

“She’s gorgeous,” Steve comments, turning his attention to the guitar. And although he’s never known much about instruments, he can understand why this one deserves the attention it receives from its owner. And it’s especially gorgeous when Steve imagines that same owner playing it, slowly moving his fingers across the strings and-

Steve shakes his head and tries to get a grip of himself, but he can’t help but envision something with Eddie especially when the whole “not serious” comment plays over and over in his head.

“You alright?”

Steve glances back at Eddie and nods with a tight smile. “Just lost in thought.”

It seems as if Eddie’s going to ask what he’s thinking about, but instead, he says, “Let’s finish up the tour.” He maneuvers around a stack of papers and books lying on the ground and leads Steve to another door on the left side of his room. “And here is my meticulous bathroom that Chrissy requires me to keep clean in case we have guests over.”

Steve glances around as Eddie leads him through it to the other door that leads right back into the open living space. “Weird layout, I know. But it’s grown on me.” Eddie shrugs and gestures at the end of the hall. “That there is our laundry room, but that’s not important. What is important is this,” Eddie announces, grabbing Steve’s hand again.

Steve can tell that Robin is staring at them, but he lets himself get lost in all that is Eddie as a tour guide when he suddenly yanks the curtains on the wall open. At first, Steve thinks it’s some type of joke until pink and orange light somewhat blinds him as a glass door is revealed. Eddie opens it up immediately and tugs him out onto a small balcony with a small porch swing. But Steve barely notices it as he stares out at the view.

He hears a small creak behind him and he turns to see Eddie sitting on the porch swing, rocking back and forth slowly. He gestures Steve over, and he’s quick to join him, liking how it’s on the smaller side so he has an excuse to stay in Eddie’s space as he looks out at the sunset. “It’s beautiful,” Steve comments, not sure what else he can say to describe the sight. He’s never been the greatest with words, but beautiful seems to encapsulate the moment perfectly.

They both sit there in silence for a few moments, leaning into each other’s space and watching as the sun paints the sky as it slowly goes down.

Eddie pushes his shoulder into Steve’s a bit before quietly asking, “So, everything went alright with Buckley, I assume?”

Steve’s heart sinks as he recalls the previous day. “Yeah, we talked it out a bit and had a nice night. But I’m sorry you witnessed that and thank you again for all that you did.”

“It wasn’t much,” Eddie shrugs it off.

Steve turns to him and looks him in the eye, catching the way the light makes his eyes turn an amber color that nearly distracts him from what he’s saying. “It meant a lot to me.”

The sincerity of it must unnerve Eddie, as he quickly changes the subject. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed by the way.”

“Noticed what?” Steve asks.

Eddie’s eyes flicker down. “The horrendous polo.”

Steve laughs and can’t help but note that Chrissy was right about Eddie deflecting with humor, but maybe one day he’ll be able to get past that.

“You look good though,” Eddie admits and turns away as he says it; the lack of the overly flirtatious tone Eddie usually uses makes Steve feel damn butterflies in his stomach.

“You do too,” Steve replies, taking a moment to truly appreciate Eddie’s aesthetic from the ripped jeans to the band tee shirt with a hem that was cropped probably with a pair of blunt scissors to the big silver rings that adorn his fingers. But Steve’s eyes rest on a bit of blank ink peeking out from under the collar of Eddie’s shirt. “You have to tell me what your tattoos mean.”

Eddie smiles softly and points at the bats on the side of his arm. “This was my first one, and I was absolutely scared shitless. I mean-”

There’s a light knock on the door that interrupts them. Chrissy pokes her head out and says, “Phone for you, Eddie.”

Eddie sighs, “Is it important?”

Steve can’t help but feel a little pride at the fact that Eddie would be willing to ignore a phone call to continue this conversation with him.

“Not to me, but I guess it would be to you,” Chrissy answers with an edge to her voice.

Steve sees Eddie’s entire persona shift as he stands up quickly and asks, “Now?”

Chrissy nods but doesn’t look pleased about it while Eddie glances at Steve and back at the living room a few times before mumbling, “Shit,” under his breath and rushing inside.

Steve stands up cautiously and gives Chrissy a look. “Sorry,” Chrissy says entirely apologetic as Steve follows her back inside. But by then, the call is already over, and Eddie is rushing off to his room.

Steve watches as Chrissy storms off after him and closes the door behind her with a little more force than needed. “What’s happening?” Steve asks Robin.

Robin just shrugs and watches cautiously as it’s revealed to them that Eddie’s and Chrissy’s walls are much more soundproof than their own. But as muffled as it is, there’s no mistaking that an argument is occurring.

“Would it be horrible if we snuck into the joint bathroom so we could listen in?” Robin whispers.

Before Steve can answer, the door to Eddie’s room opens, and Eddie comes out having changed into a black pair of jeans with no rips, a plain black shirt, no rings, and his hair in a low ponytail. Chrissy follows him out with a clearly frustrated look on her face. “You said you would be here for this dinner.”

Eddie turns around and argues, “You know he doesn’t call often!”

“Because he isn’t good for you!”

“Because he works hard! He’s always on call at the hospital! I’ve told you this, Chris!”

Chrissy follows him toward the front door. “You could’ve invited him to dinner.”

Eddie turns back and lowly says, “You know that’s not how he works he… I don’t know.’

“Please, Eddie, listen to yourself.”

Eddie shakes his head and grabs his keys and wallet out of a bowl by the front door. “Don’t do this right now, okay? Just let me have this moment so I don’t upset him.”

The pair stare at each other for a few moments, a brief silent exchange occurring between the two of them that makes Steve wonder if that’s what he and Robin look like.

“At least apologize to our guests,” Chrissy says curtly.

Eddie glances at the two of them slowly, cringing as he takes Steve and Robin in as if had forgotten about them. “I’m sorry. I just… I have to go.” His eyes linger on Steve for a moment before he repeats, “I have to go,” and rushes out of the apartment.

Chrissy puts her head in her hands and sighs as the door closes loudly. “I apologize on his behalf.”

As Steve finally processes the conversation, he gently asks, “Was that about Declan?”

Chrissy nods and looks back at them tiredly. “Yes.” A timer goes off, saving her from saying anything else as she preps the dinner made for four.

The disappointment settles in Steve’s gut, but he tells himself not to let it show. He’s been there before, having feelings so intensely for someone that it seems like the most important thing in the world. And the feelings are only exasperated by someone who only gives you some of their time as if you’re a second thought… and by the sounds of it… Steve wonders what Eddie’s definition of “perfect” is. And how far he’s already romanticized this man.

Selfishly, he wonders if he would ever be better than the romanticization, and if Eddie would ever choose him over this “sort of” boyfriend.

Steve shakes his head. Slowly but surely, his own romanticization is being chiseled away, and as much as he knows it’s a good thing, it feels so bad.

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Hey hey, as someone who also speaks fluent angst, I was hoping to make a request?

Reader is injured and tries to hide how bad it is?

Could work for any character soo you choose! I do love your poly fics though 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU!!

knocking on death's door

poly!Manorian x Reader

Summary: You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so.  

Warnings: major injury, descriptions injuries/mention of blood, angst-ish

Word Count: ~1.7k 

A/N: ah thank you! I love this request, thank you for sending it! honestly I love writing poly fics. also anyone if you hit your head please go to a doctor 

You took a small tumble down the stairs. You’d been injured worse before, but knew you likely had a concussion and would have some intense bruises on your back and legs. You could already feel the giant one blooming on your upper thigh, and felt the ache in your lower back. But, a good salve and a discreet healer could fix a majority of problems. 

The only problem that might come your way is Manon and Dorian. Both of them have the tendency to be fussy. The last thing you wanted was to be on bedrest for a week. 

You crept down towards the healing rooms, taking a few servants' passageways, and peering through the door. Just your luck, the only healer you trust not to report to them, a close friend of yours, wasn’t present, and you decided to go back tomorrow - right after they left. 

-

Manon and Dorian weren’t in your shared rooms and wouldn’t be back until later. They had a plethora of negotiations and meetings today and the next few days. A part of you did feel guilty hiding this from them, but they already had a lot going on - you didn’t want to add any extra stressors. 

You slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing off the blood from a few cuts, and snatching some of the salve and a pain tonic you kept in stock. With that, hopefully the bruises will fade in a few hours, and the headache should disappear. The small scrape on your palm … that you’ll just have to wait out, but it’s easily explainable. They know you can be clumsy sometimes. 

You fell asleep on the couch quickly after. 

-

Manon scented something was off as soon as she entered the rooms - blood. She stalked right for your side, one arm dangled over the edge of the couch, the other curled under your pillow. You were sound asleep, your breaths deep and steady, and only mumbling as she carefully lifted your arm, turning it gently to see a small scrape on your palm. Falling. Again. You were so clumsy it worried her sometimes. She called your name, quietly at first. Poking you when you didn’t wake. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily once you saw her. 

“Falling, again?” She raised her brow, looking at the slightly guilty smile on your face. “You need to be more careful.” She exhaled sharply, going to find something to bandage it with, and disinfect it. 

“I already took care of it,” you called after her, but she ignored you. Dorian came back shortly after, frowning at Manon wrapping a small piece of cloth over your hand. “It’s over kill,” you insisted, but one sharp look and your mouth snapped shut. 

“Did you hurt anything else?” 

“No,” you sighed, rolling back to shove your head into the pillow. Manon was a bit suspicious but … she knows you get annoyed when she fusses, and left it for now. 

-

The three of you collapsed into bed, all tired, and a slightly longer than usual nightgown hid the bruises. Your head still ached, but you took another tonic to fight that off. Apparently their day had been incredibly exhausting because they didn’t question anything too much, and the three of you fell into a deep sleep within minutes. 

-

Dorian rose first the next morning, smiling at the sight of you and Manon curled up together. Your nightgown bunched slightly at the side but … purple, he caught a sliver of purple skin. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket some more, shifting your clothing as well. A giant purple bruise bloomed on the side. 

He called your name, but you didn’t wake - he woke Manon, however, who spotted the bruise as well. 

“Y/n.” She called this time. Nothing. He shook your shoulder slightly, and you still didn’t stir. 

A quick scan with his magic showed some kind of swelling in your brain. That’s beyond anything he could handle. He scooped you in his arms, darting out the door as quickly as possible, not caring he was only wearing a pair of long sleeping pants, and sprinted for the healing rooms, carefully cradling your head against his shoulder. Manon caught up to him quickly, thankfully having thrown some clothes on, and asking questions but he couldn’t answer - his only focus was getting you there, as fast as he could. 

-

It took most of Dorian’s self restraint to keep both him and Manon from interrupting the healers working on you. 

“She said she didn’t hurt anything else.” Manon’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hand clutching onto his arms, nails digging in slightly. Maybe it would’ve hurt, but he was too focused on the scene in front of him to notice. 

You can be a bit clumsy, and Dorian knows that - it’s not unusual for you to come in with some sort of scrape or bruise once in a while but … neither of them asked what happened this time. The day had been long, and they’d been tired. Guilt ripped through him. And you’d lied too - to Manon, saying nothing else was injured, then a dark bruise on your leg and back, and somehow you’d hit your head. 

He felt his magic starting to bubble underneath his skin. One of the healer’s noticed as well and turned sharply to them. “We’re taking care of her. Both of you out.” 

-

Manon’s eyes narrowed at the woman ordering them out of the room, but her face was firm, no-nonsense, and unyielding. Dorian pushed her back gently, and she left, somehow without snarling or hissing at any of the healers. They found a small bench no less than 20 feet from the door, and waited. She leaned her head against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. The warmth provided an anchor, kept Manon from spiraling too deep into her thoughts. But she can’t help thinking she should’ve checked, she should’ve pushed further. Dorian’s absolute panic had filled her with dread. He always seems to keep his head, always calm. 

-

You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so. 

It was strange, seeming to float outside of your body - watching everyone move around you. You were in and out of this semi-conscious state for days, watching as healers would fuss over you - take your temperature, check your heart rate and breathing, scan for any additional injuries. Swelling in her brain, you heard once - and winced. 

The worst part was watching Manon and Dorian. They were pale, their eyes lined with worry, and the bags under their eyes were heavy enough it looks like they might have punched each other. You were never alone, one of them was always there unless the healers kicked them out. Either holding your hand, or sitting next to you. 

Once, when Manon wasn’t present, Dorian brought a book. Your favorite, and read outloud to you - his eyes darting over to your face with every other line. All you wanted was to reach out, to grab his hand, touch him and let him know you’re okay, but you couldn’t. Your body was stuck there, limp and pale. 

You’d never felt this kind of hopelessness before. Knowing your loved ones are in pain and only able to watch them suffer, not give a comforting squeeze, word, or even blink. 

Five days passed, and you were back in your rooms. 

At dawn, on the seventh morning, Manon laid next to you, curled on her side, eyes closed, but you could tell she was awake. Dorian was awkwardly spread over a chair, his chest falling and rising in even breaths. Asleep. You watched as tears dripped down Manon’s cheeks. Not once had you seen her cry. She didn’t say a word, no sobs leaving her chest, but the silent tears broke something in you.

You blinked, and you were back in your body. You stayed perfectly still, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Manon was there, tears still lining her cheeks. 

It took more effort than you cared to admit, but you reached your arm up, brushing a tear off her cheek. She leaned into your touch for a few seconds, before those beautiful eyes shot open. 

She grabbed your hand, holding it gently between both of hers. “You’re awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and hoarse. 

Dorian was up in an instant, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking your other hand. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so weak it came out as a croak. Dorian let out something between a sob and a laugh. 

Reluctantly, Dorian left to grab the healers as quickly as he could. Manon had refused to move - holding onto your hand like a lifeline. 

He returned with them, and it was a whirl of questions that made your head hurt, and further instructions. Rest, rest, and rest. Enough rest to drive you insane. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Manon finally asked after the room cleared. 

“It .. it didn’t seem that bad.” Your voice was rough and your throat scratchy but you managed to get the words out. 

“You hit your head, you’ve been out for a week.” Manon hissed, but kept her voice low. You could have died, went unsaid. Dorian handed you a glass of water, helping you sit up against the pillows. You could sense the … not quite anger, but hurt coming from him. Hurt and fear. You clutched the glass, forcing your hands not to shake, and took a small sip. 

“I know,” you whispered. She blinked in confusion. “I … I wasn’t here, but I could see it, sometimes.” Your hands began to shake, water starting to slosh over the edges

She pressed her lips in a tight line, and took the glass from you, pressing it up against your lips. “You’re not getting out of bed until I say so,” was her response. 

You glared at her, opening your mouth to say something, but Dorian spoke before you could. “This isn’t a battle you’ll win. I’m on her side.” 

“Traitor.” You mumbled.

[guessimwritingficsagain]

(Not) Entertaining the idea of (fucking you)

Summary : Joel's fixing a toilet in the Bison's ladies' room. He overhears something.

Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, masturbation.

Tags : Just ask. ——���

The Bison’s bathrooms are divided. One for men, one for women. In each bathroom, there are two different toilets, which is why Friday night found Joel on his knees trying a fix the goddamn toilet that kept on breaking in the ladies’ room. It should be an easy fix, but he still had locked the door to give the giggling ladies who came in an out to use the other, functioning, toilet, a bit of privacy. The apocalypse hadn’t changed that : women still went to the ladies’ room in flock and turned the place into a gossip room. He’d fixed that thing so many times in a year being in Jackson that he’d heard it all - the pep talks, the compliments, the bitching about boys and girls. 

Janine had a crush on her neighbor, except she never realized she was into women before that. He knew the neighbor, Lydia,a no-nonsense woman Joel liked enough to go visit at the bakery even though it was just to say hello.

Janine’s neighbor, Lydia, had a thing for Janine too. 

Apparently that Tom guy Joel’d often seen at the stables was not good in bed. Details had been given, and Joel hadn’t been able to stop from quietly humming in agreement as the faceless, nameless woman had recounted what had clearly been an embarrassing moment for both parties involved. 

Joel remembered when you’d came in, once, with Mrs Turner. The old lady had given you the secret ingredient to her famous apple pie, because you’d wanted to do something nice for some kid’s birthday. He’d take that secret to the grave. 

Somehow, his bad ear didn’t seem that bad when he listened to gossip, hidden like some pervert spying on women. 

He heard the door open and close, bringing him back to the task at hand. A voice he couldn’t place shouted a drunk and enthusiastic :

‘Girl, Jason is so into you !’ 

Giggles, then - Joel counted three or four women. 

The lack of answer prompted another remark. 

‘Come, Jul. She’s on patrol with Joel fucking Miller. She doesn’t care about Jason.’ 

‘Joel’s hot’, added another voice. ‘I mean, I’m sure he has a big dick. Like, you know, huge. Right ?’ 

Another fit of giggles. Then Joel froze, because you started talking, and if there was one thing he could do without, it was knowing how uninterested you were. 

You were a young thing, early thirties maybe, and Joel had never once entertained the idea of trying anything but he was a man with eyes. And every time he looked at you, he saw something real pretty. You’d started patrolling together a couple of months ago after Tommy had stepped down to take care of his baby. You were quick on your feet, smart, funny. Pretty. 

Joel had never entertained the idea but he was also a man with an ego and he didn’t want to hear what you had to say about him. 

‘Listen, we work together. I don’t think about him like that. Y’know… I don’t think about like, his dick or whatever.’ 

Your words were slurred - he pictured you, with your cheeks flushed from being drunk and being hit on by Jason. Pictured you, hip leaning against the wall, arms crossed, shaking your head the way you had done that time when Tommy had suggested to switch patrol partners so Felicia could be trained by Joel. 

‘She can come with us, but I’m not leaving Joel alone with someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’m his partner, and he’s mine. I get a say in this.’ 

Your words had left no room for discussion and Joel had felt himself relaxing into his chair, legs spreading slightly. That night, he hadn’t given a damn about not entertaining the idea when he’d fisted his cock thinking about he’s mine. 

‘Yeah, whatever.’ The woman answered, bringing Joel back to the present. ‘I think you’re full of bullshit. His dick has to be huge, right. Like, painfully huge.’ 

Joel was not a shy man by any means, and he knew from Tommy that he was pretty popular with the ladies here, but hearing a bunch of women fantasizing about the size of his dick was something else entirely. It was not something he wanted to hear and yet, he could not come out right now. It would be embarrassing for everybody. Would be embarrassing for you. So he stayed put, his work long forgotten. 

‘Okay.’ That was you again. Joel turned his good ear towards the door. ‘I’m gonna- Gonna level with you here. If I thought- I mean if I did think about his dick, even though I don’t, and if- I thought it was painfully huge- and of course I don’t because I don’t think about his dick at all. But. I mean. If I did …’

You trailed off, then. There was just a second of silence, and Joel got worried you all could hear his heartbeat because he was pretty sure he was having a heart attack, right now. He heard you take a breath.

‘If I did, and if he was all of that, then, I guess I wouldn’t mind a little bit of pain.’ 

Laughter irrupted in the room and whatever was said next was drowned out by Joel’s mind going on repeat-

He’s mine. 

I wouldn’t mind a bit of pain.

He’s mine. 

When you all left, Joel was so hard he jerked off right there before finishing the job. 

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom to see you leaning against the counter of the Bison, being chatted up by Jason. Joel’s feet dragged him to your side before he could reflect on what he was doing. His right hand found the small of your back on its own volition and his mouth asked :

‘Mind if I talk t’you for a second here, darlin’ ?’ 

Your eyes were so wide when they turned to him that he had no doubt you were drunk. Your beaming smile was the prettiest thing he’d see today, and your ‘Hey, partner’ the best thing he’d hear. One of your hand shot up to his bicep to steady yourself as you both took a couple of steps back, still close enough to Jason that Joel had to lean in and whisper in your ear to be heard. 

‘I’ve been thinking’, Joel started, feeling more in control of himself now that he was grounded by you and you grounded by him, relishing in the way you were leaning on him for support. ‘Sunday we’re goin’ the long way round. Why don’t we take our time ? You can make that apple pie of yours- heard the kids loved it.’

He couldn’t resist, then, brought you just a little closer. Watched your eyes widen as he turned your face so your were looking right at each other. He knew the whole scene was one of possessive display, from the way he held you close to the way his hand was holding your jaw, thumb right below your ear. 

‘Maybe’ He started, voice low. Stopped when he saw you gulp and felt your fingers slightly grab his shirt, your fingernails grazing his skin through the fabric. 

‘Maybe’ He started again. ‘Maybe we can stop by that clearing, y’know ? The one where we saw that deer. I recon’ the weather’s better now. Ground was all wet then, but on Sunday, we can stop, eat some pie, y’know. If everythin’- you know. If all goes well.’ 

Your only answer was a nod, your eyes even wider than a second ago. You looked- He didn’t know. Dumfounded ? A tiny bit wrecked ?

‘Got somethin’ to show you.’ He added, probably fucking out of his mind. He was suddenly glad he was ancient because otherwise he’d be hard again, with the way you were pliant in his hands, Jason in the back completely forgotten. But that was also a stark reminder that you were not quite in your right mind at the moment. So he laid the offer, with an out, his hand discreetly leaving your jaw to rest on your chest, right above your breasts, naked skin on naked skin. 

‘Somethin’ you’ll like. Show you a little bit o’ pain. Heard you like that.’ 

He heard you gasp but went on. 

‘You got company, right now. And you’re drunk, pretty girl. You do your thing, tonight, and I’ll do mine. You don’t like the offer ? Just don’t bring the fucking pie, I’ll get the message.’

He turned you around, then, before he did something stupid like sneaking a hand in between your legs to see if you were wet, because you were in the middle of the Bison and you were drunk. He guided you back to Jason, a fake apology on his lips as he saw the weary look on the other man’s face. 

‘Sorry, just heard the next patrols might be a pain in the ass- sights of runners and all. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I’m her partner, y’know, and she’s mine.’ 

He gave Jason a smile as he felt you tense next to him, and one hand went to squeeze the back of his thigh. 

Joel walked away then, but before leaving, he did something so unlike him he’d deny it until the day he died. He spotted Lydia at a table, whispered Stop stalling, ask Janine out and walked out. 

On Sunday you showed up on patrol with a shy smile, an apple pie, and you said as a way of greetings :

‘So the craziest thing happened after you left. Lydia kinda pushed Felicia against a wall and kissed her.’

Joel only smiled and motioned you forward. 

———

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[muffinsin]

…i am NOT proving my previous point with this ask. (I feel like if I keep this up i’ll be known as waterports anon) 😭

would it be alright for you to write Cassandra getting very desperate while she’s in a meeting with the maids? maybe a very large lycan has previously broke into Castle Dimitrescu and broke all of the bathrooms and now Cassie is talking with the maids to get it fixed. as she speaks, Cassandra starts to increasingly feel the pressure on her bladder and only her s/o notices. Cassandra is trying to keep it cool while her s/o decides to tease her. eventually the meeting ends and Cassandra runs to her bedroom where her s/o sees the wet spot on her pants, which is slowly getting bigger and bigger? then her s/o fucks Cassandra. ty

-🎍anon

Sub Cassie has my heart

Absolutely, let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

You dare move from your bedroom only when the loud banging and roars have completely subsided. It seems, rhetorically varcaloc has been slain.

However, the moment you exit the room you notice just how much damage the beast has caused.

You move slowly and cautiously, minding the broken glass and porcelain on the floor. Vases are broken, wallpaper is halfway torn at places. Doors are ripped off their hinges

You notice a few maidens run about at one of the bathrooms. It seems a slice to the sink has it malfunction now. The floor is wet even as the staff members do their best to turn off the water and clean the ground.

It doesn’t take you long to find your lover at all: really, it’s incredibly easy to track Cassandra with her loud screaming.

Upon entering the room, you see her yell at the woman in front of her. She grips her sickle tightly and has her other hand balled into a fist.

Your eyes widen a little. What’s gotten her so angry?

“Please, Lady Ca-AAH!”

You step in a moment too late, so that when you grab Cassandra’s wrist, her sickle has already made contact with the maid’s face.

“I do not ask for forgiveness. I ask for discipline!”, she yells angrily.

Again, you’re quite confused as to what has her this angry. Even as you move to her, she stays incredibly tense.

“I want those bathrooms fixed!”, she screams angrily, her sickle slitting through the air and narrowly avoiding several heads.

When you wrap your arm around her and set a hand on her hip, you notice how tense the poor thing is.

It’s rare she’s this angry!

Ah, but when you give her hip something that is meant to be a reassuring squeeze, she gasps lowly. It all happens in a matter of seconds, and her gasp is so low you think you must’ve imagined it for a moment.

But, no, the gasp was real. As well as her thighs now pressing harshly against one another. You smirk.

No, your poor Cassie is not all that angry at the staff. Your girlfriend is terribly pent up, and in a desperate need to use the bathroom.

And it seems, most bathrooms are inefficient now, by either broken doors or water spilling everywhere. All but one. The one in her room, the one untouched because she made sure to keep the creature away from this area, knowing you were locked to her room until after the raid.

It seems though, this slipped her mind. You’re not about to remind her.

Instead, you watch her with a sly smile, knowing the poor thing is suffering when there is but one bathroom she is fully capable of still using. Not that you would let her, now that you see how pent up your girlfriend is by her full bladder.

You can’t help but smile a little. With Cassandra leading a heated conversations with the maidens and demanding answers as to when the apparently broken bathrooms will be fixed, no one is left paying attention to you.

You bite your lip to hide a filthy smile as you slide your hand from her hip, then rest it on her thick ass cheek. It feels as though your blood is boiling from seeing her in the clothing you got her. Instead of her signature dress, Cassandra sports a black tank top, some light grey, tight jeans, and still her signature heels.

When you squeeze her ass, you notice her voice crack as she talks. Her body is relaxed for a mere moment before it tenses again. Unlike the maidens, who would never muster up the bravery to look directly at her, you see the furious blush that adorns her face for a moment.

While you have no way of knowing it for certain yet, you’re quite sure your girlfriend just wet her underwear a little before she could regain control.

Your hand gropes again shamelessly, and you smirk as it keeps making her tense more as she fights her body.

As you move about her, your fingers grasp her wrist tightly. She seems too flustered to even be able to attempt to stop you from pulling her along.

You move slowly and gently, just enough to have her shift more and more without Cassandra, or the few staff members in front of her noticing it.

The woman just keeps up her screaming escapade, demanding this and that. You see her practically tremble, partly from anger, partly from her frustration and determination not to make a mess of herself.

It’s an adorable sight to you.

She speaks of the broken bathrooms, and you feel her tense and jump when you press yourself up against her backside.

Your arms lock around you, and you smirk against her hair as you press down on her lower stomach.

You move your palms, and chuckle lowly against her when you press down right on her bladder.

The poor thing is trembling in your arms even and only yells and scolds louder and louder, as if trying to make up for this.

You aren’t sure for how long you keep it up until you suddenly feel a swarm of flies move around you.

You’re lifted off your feet, and gasp in surprise when you are dragged and lifted, carried and eventually dropped.

The world spins for a moment, until you’re able to recognize the room as her bedroom and feel her bed under you.

As you sit up, you smirk at your blushing girlfriend. Her thighs are pressed together harshly, her hands gripping her own shirt tightly.

Your smirk only widens when you spot the large, round, wet spot at her jeans. She’s blushing helplessly for you, her golden eyes refusing to meet yours.

Cassandra gasps audibly when you suddenly rise from the bed and grasp her chin tightly.

“Look at me”

She doesn’t dare to, not with the cold wetness between her thighs and running down her leg.

Cassandra moans when you force her head back by gripping dark, auburn hair.

“I said,”- another hard tug, and her eyes shoot to meet yours-“look at me, Cassandra”.

She’s blushing adorable and a deep crimson, her stunning, golden eyes showing a rare submissiveness in them. A dark painted lip is trapped between sharp teeth, and her thighs tremble with the attempt to keep from wetting and humiliating herself further.

It’s a delicious sight.

As such, poor Cassandra doesn’t stand a chance when you grab a handful of her ass cheek in one hand, her breast in the other, and slot your thigh between hers, forcing them apart.

You see the dark spot in her jeans growing for a moment and laugh at her humiliation. She’s submitting to you, her imposing frame small and obedient now.

You decide to have a little more fun with your lover, though. Yet- really, as much as you want to, you can’t bring yourself to take off her jeans. Their light grey color show the source of her humiliation perfectly, and don’t grant even the chance of hiding a thing.

Cassandra gasps when she is pushed backwards, her hands grasping the chair’s armrests. You smile down at your wet lover.

There is still more to come, though. You know you haven’t made her completely wet herself yet.

She whimpers beautifully for you when you cup her breasts through her shirt, then give them a hard squeeze. Harsh, painful, just the way she likes it.

Her you grab her thigh and pull it aside, preventing the woman from pushing it back against her other one. With a pinch and pull of a nipple, you watch the wet spot on her jeans spread. She’s adorably flustered and humiliated for you.

Cassandra squirms below you when you let go of her again, your touches unpredictable. She’s eying you carefully and almost shyly, overly aware of the blush on her cheeks and neck and the soaked material of her jeans right between her legs.

It seems, you have yet got plans for her, though. And as such she can only gasp audibly when you push your fingers in her mouth and begin thrusting them. Your other hand reaches to her neck, gently squeezing and massaging the cold, sensitive skin.

Again, the woman whimpers when she gags and wetness spills from her again, for a mere second.

You instead to fuck all her remaining strength and determination out of her. Cassandra’s muffled gags and cries fill the room as you pump your fingers in her mouth. You feel no shame as she gags and groans, and only laugh when each time you push far enough to make her gag, a little more wetness drips between her thighs and wets her clothing.

The thought of her soaked panties crosses your mind for a mere moment, utterly soaked and drenched in her, clinging tightly to her perfect cunt until it is ready to be peeled off by you.

She shrieks with every pull of her nipples, and moans shamelessly with every slap to her perky breasts. You pull off her top in one go, your tongue darting out to wet your lips at the sight of her lacy black bra struggling to keep her breasts contained.

You eagerly give it a tug, her breasts spilling over the fabric in an instant. Your eyes catch her nipples- pink and warm from your treatment.

Then, your eyes shift to her with a frown as you pull your fingers out. Judging by her flustered, yet concentrated face and little whimpers, shaking thighs and squirming hips, she still isn’t entirely empty. The pretty thing has more control to lose, still.

As such, Cassandra gasps again when you pull her up by her arm and move her to the bed. She falls on it when you push her, and kneels upon being commanded to.

You smile at her as she does, the brat utterly humiliated to the point she submits to you. Yet, you crave a little more. The last bit she can- and will- still give you. You want her entirely soaked, her bladder emptied at the expense of her soaked jeans that betray her shame.

She watches with trembling thighs and squirming hips as you move her arms behind her back, then tie your belt around them. The restraints immediately have her breathe a little heavier.

When you give them a tug and make her fall back against your front, you hum satisfied.

She’s at your mercy at last, and the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, Cassandra squirms and attempts to turn her head back when she can’t spot you. She hears you move about, your hands easily finding and pulling the drawer of her wardrobe open. She feels her face burn, knowing all the naughty toys she owns are now for you to choose from.

She wonders, what will you use? Will you use a dildo on her? Will you bring accessories like gags and such? Will you spot the collar and leash hidden all the way at the back? Her face burns warmer at the mere thought of being collared and leashed by you.

Alas, you go for a different approach. One you know will secure your goal.

Cassandra jumps momentarily when she feels your hands slide over her thick, covered ass, then hisses when a hard slap comes in the form of your hand coming in contact with the juicy flesh. You watch for a moment, imagining it turning red underneath your very hand.

You grope and slap for a few more moments as you eagerly drink in her breathless gasps and little groans when you target the same spot twice.

At last, your hands reach forwards, and she immediately squirms and attempts to protest at the vibrator wand held in your right hand.

But- it will make her-

As she turns her head and gasps out her concerns, she catches the filthy grin on your face. No, you know just fine what it will cause. What it will cause her to do. Whether she attempts to hold back or not, it will be futile.

Cassandra squirms and groans as she tugs her arms against the belt, her hips moving in a desperate attempt to escape and spare her further humiliation when the toy is turned on.

You only chuckle at her futile attempts. She’s all yours, and as such, she is at your mercy now, just as she should be.

Cassandra moans loudly the moment the vibrator is moved against her covered clit. The wet material of her jeans and panties barely offer any protection at all. And even if so, she knows you would merely shove the toy inside her sopping wet underwear.

You hum and relish in her helpless pleas and gasps, her hips attempting to buck and escape the pleasure even when you wrap your arm around her tight enough to keep the squirming woman in place.

You watch, eyes wide and eager, as the wetness grows on her jeans. Cassandra’s eyes burn with tears of humiliation and pleasure, her clit more sensitive than ever before. She feels so riled up, and as though the vibrations against her are capable of making her cum any moment already.

You grind your hips against her backside, breathing lowly against the restrained woman as you feel her large, thick ass pushed up against your front. She’s perfect for grinding, you decide.

When you push the button on the wand again and the vibrations increase in their frequency, a loud moan and yelp is pulled from her.

“Do you like that, Cassie?”, you whisper, your tongue darting out when you’re close enough to her to drag it against her sensitive neck. She’s shivering, her eyes closed and her hands tightly gripping the belt restraining her arms.

“Y-ye-s!”, she gasps out even as her head is thrown back against your shoulder. You almost coo at your sweet, submissive brat.

Cassandra’s thighs shake and she moans and whimpers openly as wetness flows freely from her.

You watch the wet stain of hers grow larger with each passing second, then as the wetness seems to drip and flow down her thighs and to the sides of her knees.

Some drips through her jeans and onto the vibrator wand, other parts drop to the bed.

With the vibrations pulsing hard against her clit, you wonder whether she is even all that aware of the mess she’s creating.

Your teeth pushing in her neck are her undoing, and you smile against the sensitive flesh as she screams and moans. She’s trembling and shaking, her hips bucking to escape the sensation against her overly sensitive clit.

She orgasms hard, and you spot the tears of overwhelming pleasure and humiliation run down her pink, warm cheeks as she squirts in her clothing.

You smile lovingly at her as you allow the vibrator wand to hit the wet bed and pull down her soaked clothing. Drops of her wetness still cling and smear against her pristine skin when you use the dry part of the bedsheets- they would need to be washed anyway- to clean her off.

She’s panting and moaning still, her hands immediately grasping your arm when you remove the belt on her.

“Good girl, you’ve done perfect, Cass”, you praise. “You’re such a good girl for me, look at this mess you’ve made just for me”, you tease with a small kiss to her wet and warm cheeks. You taste her salty tears for a moment before turning her and wiping them away. Cassandra shoots you a happy, shy smile to reassure you she is fine.

“How about we get cleaned up now, pretty girl?”, you offer, sporting the many goosebumps taking over her body as she shivers from the cold wetness clinging to her lower parts.

She eagerly agrees, her hand intertwined with yours as she follows you, albeit on shaky legs, to the only bathroom still intact

[somber-sapphic]

Date Night In

〘Day 4- Hiding an Illness〙

〘Notes- I'm not sure if I'll continue after this prompt, these haven't been doing so well and classes start tomorrow. (I don't mean for that to sound like I'm being petty or anything, I'm just not sure if I'll have time). Hope you enjoy this one though!〙

〘Summary- Date night is ruined when you get sick...or is it?〙

〘Word Count- 800〙

〘Pairing- WandaNat x Sick Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You wrapped the cardigan a bit tighter around your shoulders, a fever chill tearing through your body. Your body had been altering between hot flashes and intense chills for the last several hours, Advil seeming to have done nothing to ease your fever.

Though you were feeling sick, you were determined to push through. Wanda had gone out of her typical routine and surprised Natasha and you with tickets to a popular movie playing in a theater only three blocks away. Her logic was that the three of you hadn’t done anything spontaneous in forever (none of you were particularly interested in spontaneity) and that you needed a night out.

Had it been a different day you would’ve probably been excited. You loved spending time with your girlfriends whenever you got the chance, especially considering that you practically never had a spare moment to go on dates. That was why it was so important for you to push this illness down and deal with it later.

With glanced in the mirror one last time, fixed your hair and took a final deep breath which turned into a bubbling cough. When the fit ended you shook your head (only serving to make yourself dizzy) and turned to leave the bathroom, swaying in your heels.

By the time you got to the bottom of the stairs where your two lovers were waiting, you were out of breath and wheezing. Your nose was running profusely, and you had your hand pressed against your face, feeling disgusting. You did your best to compose yourself quickly and smile, but they saw right through you.

Wanda’s face morphed into an expression of sadness, worry, and disappointment. One of Natasha’s eyebrows creeped up and she crossed her arms over her chest, settling into an “oh really” position. It was the position she assumed when she knew you were going to lie to you in preparation to shoot down any falsehood you told her.

“Shall we?” You rasped, wincing internally at the sound of your own voice. It was bad. The only thing that you could do was paste a smile across your face to cover it, but that clearly wasn’t doing it for them.

“No, we shall not.” Natasha sighed, rubbing a hand across her perfectly done up face. The makeup she had used was apparently excellent because everything stayed in place. Even her lipstick was still perfect.

“But—” You tried to protest, taking a few steps toward the women who were already kicking off shoes and removing overcoats. Wanda smiled softly at you as she removed the earrings you had gotten her on your second anniversary and placed them in her pocket.

“Come on my love, let’s get you into bed. We can go to the movies another night.” The brunette said, linking her arm around yours. You frowned and tried to pull away, only for Natasha to move to your other side and wrap an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay, we can watch something in bed and eat snacks if you’re feeling up to it.” She replied, walking the two of you up the stairs.

You tried to protest the whole way up to bed, promising that you were fine and that it was just a small cold. Every word fell on deaf ears as they helped you change into soft clothes and deposited you in the large bed before following suit.

Wanda let out a relaxed sigh and leaned against you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Natasha flopped down and flipped on the TV, scrolling quickly through Netflix. The woman could surf channels like no one else, her eyes flitting across the description for less than half a second before moving to the next.

“I’m fine guys.” You muttered, actively nodding off as you slouched against Wanda. The witch was comfortable, and perfectly willing to let you use her as a pillow. Nat had begun to card her fingers through your hair while searching for a movie and muttering under her breath.

The two began to bicker quietly, arguing over what to watch with you in the middle. Their sort of playful banter was amusing, and it strangely made you feel better. Now that you were laying down, you could admit to yourself that you really didn’t feel well. Listening to your girls duke it out over what to put on the TV felt normal, even when you didn’t.

You felt yourself drawn more and more into the depths of sleep as Wanda refused an action movie and Natasha made her case for the genre. When you woke up several hours later, your girlfriends both asleep at your side, you saw Jurassic Park running on the TV leading you to assume that they had decided on a marathon and that the assassin had won the debate.

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OK SO mine isn't really a request because I have ideas but I can't write so they go nowhere and stay in my head because I'm incapable!!! anyway, I was thinking about a situation where reader and tangerine met on the train and they hit off right away like there's something special between them eheh, like they like each other but turns out that they're both on a mission and have the same goal - so they fight because reader steals the WHATEVER IT IS IDK that's in both their interest and manages to get off the train right under tangerine's nose when he was about to stop them, doing so in a fight reader rips tangerine's necklace, and basically breaks it and ultimately keeps it (and fixes it) . just in case. because they like him. genuinely. in fact she's very sorry for ruining the mission of the twins but it's a matter of life or death sooo rip AND they're also indirectly but maybe directly? the cause of the nasty scar tangerine now has on his neck because he risked his life because of this failed mission. and then I mean we all know what happens canonically but we Dont Care do we.... it's all a scar and a memory in the end.

ANYWAY they finally meet again when they're forced to team up by their handlers for another mission and like tangerine and lemon are mad mad because everyone was about to die on that train!! because of reader!!!! duh. also R feels very guilty because all that has happened / could've happened. and tangerine of course is angry because he was losing his life but also because he kinda was disappointed in their behavior and maybe in himself for trusting so easily a person.. anddd idk maybe there could be some angst because I love it and that's it THIS IS SO DUMB AND LONG I'm sorry I know I'll probably look to this request in a while and cringe so bad. but I'm just curious to see how you would continue it, like what do you think would happen, what are the first things they say to each other, how does it evolve things like that 🥰

of course, if you don't feel like writing anything that's totally fine and don't worry at all❤️❤️

p. s. : im sure ive taken the prompt where reader steals / ruins tangerine's mission from other fics as well so kudos to whoever came up with the idea :)

Dear Anon, first of all, thank you so much for your patience. I’m usually slow to answer, and with things being very busy at work I’m even slower. Please, do not cringe, it was awesome to read your ideas, and I was so happy you sent this message. Thank you so much ❤️ , and I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

A Darling Mess

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you groan, letting your head hit the wall behind you. The golden necklace glints between your fingers.

You didn't mean to steal it. You really didn't. You didn't mean to run into the Twins and most certainly didn't mean to hook up with the moustached one in one of the bathrooms on that cursed train either.

More accurately, you shouldn't have wanted to hook up with him, but as soon as the two of you had crossed paths in one of the carriages, you knew it was going to happen. And when it happened it was quick and glorious and earth-shaking, and you hoped you were going to see him again. 

Then everything went to shit, you two fought for that damned suitcase - his hands apparently were really good for many different things - and you barely ran away from that train with all your limbs.

Your smartphone buzzes incessantly. It's your handler.

"Where are you?"

It's not like him to sound so distressed.

"Not sure about the exact position, it's an alley near Nagoya station. I think I need a lift."

He tells you about a derailed bullet train and how it seems a lot of people - assassins like you, but still... people - died. One of the Twins as well, according to the info he got. The moustached one. You feel a pang of pain in your chest, which is stupid because he was just a stranger you fucked on a train.

A year has passed. Tokyo has slowly just started to become a mission you will remember with regret for a long time when you find yourself pointing your weapon at Moustache Guy again. While he's doing the same. And his brother is aiming a gun at you as well.

Shit.

You are more surprised to see him most definitely alive than to have him threatening you.

“You owe me a great deal,” he hisses, low and dangerous “You fucked up our mission, stole my fucking necklace, and almost got me killed. Almost got my brother killed as well! Why shouldn’t I murder you on the spot?”

You frown “First of all, the necklace got caught in my jacket while you were using me as a human punching ball. Second,” you add, eyes only quickly flickering on the huge, angry scar on his neck “one of you is going to kill me for sure, but I can guarantee you I will take the other down with me.”

Anger blazes in his eyes and you push further, adrenaline pumping in your veins “Third, asshole, you and your brother here screwed up since the moment you decided to leave the suitcase and the boy you were supposed to escort unguarded! What utterly morons do that?”

A pause and then you decide to further test your luck “Last but not least, I’m sorry you two almost got killed. I can apologize for my part in that, even if it’s a small one. But I won’t accept you blaming me for the rest, Moustache Boy!”

His nostrils flare, and he glares at you. It’s unfair that he looks even more ravishing with that savagery seeping from him in hot waves. Also, you probably shouldn’t get distracted by that, since the danger of being shot is a very real one.

Lemon’s laughter is short, and he nods at you, interrupting the impasse “This one got quite a temper, uh? I kind of see the fascination with the... situation.”

Tangerine snarls an insult at him, but it carries no real venom. 

In the end, after some calls from your handler and his reminders to the Twins that they have to collaborate with you on this mission and an offer to triple the pay for all of your messed up trio, guns are put away, hands tentatively shaken, and scowls mostly kept under control. 

You know they still blame you for your part in the train debacle. Yet, true to their professional reputation, they carry through the mission. It’s a long one.

Living in such proximity inevitably leads to some kind of tepid intimacy. Lemon is the first one to soften up a bit. He starts to ask you if you want some coffee. He asks you about your favourite book, once he spots you reading it to fight your insomnia. He thanks you after you retrieve a USB pen that will help with the job. And one day he gives you a sticker of some train and tells you that despite everything you are not a Diesel. You are not sure what it means, and Tangerine indeed scoffs at the words, but after that things are a little less tense, between the three of you.

Tangerine slowly stops glaring at you and once he almost compliments your ability in combat, after you knock out a goon that was going to stab him. 

The progress is little but steady, and one night, for a hilarious twist of the events, the moon finds you two looking outside the same window, in the little apartment you have been given as a base.

“I’m sorry you got shot.”

He nods at your words, slightly sniffing and making his moustache move over his very kissable lips. 

“Thanks,” he hesitates before quickly murmuring his own apology about blaming you and only you “I think my ego got a tad hurt realizing you shagged me just because of a honeypot mission.”

“I didn’t,” it's the quiet murmur that gently interrupts his gruff confession. 

He scoffs “I very much think we did it in that bathroom, love.”

“Not that,” you roll your eyes at him “I meant it wasn’t a honeypot mission. I- I did not hook up with you because of work. I didn’t even know you and Lemon were the ones having that cursed briefcase, at the time.”

Tangerine just looks at you, and you look back at him “I have your necklace. It got a bit damaged, but I had a jeweller fix it. I know it’s stupid, but I thought-”

Your voice dies down a bit and you are not really shocked to feel his calloused hand gently cupping your face, making you look at him “What did you think?”

You swallow “I thought I was going to find out where Lemon put your grave and bring the necklace there.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and then another, and another. He kisses them, one by one, his lips lingering on your soft skin, and you sob “I’m so stupidly glad you didn’t die.”

He chuckles against your lips “So am I, my darling.”

You kiss him and he kisses you back, and the morning after Lemon is not surprised to catch you coming out from Tangerine’s bedroom.

Sensing your hesitation, he winks at you “Glad it happened. Be good to him, ya?”.

And of course, you nod back, with all your heart.

[tazlov]

Viridian Mercy: Chapter 5

“Hey, Sam?”

I approached my crewmate carefully, squeezing my shirt. Sam was busy trying to fix our shower in the little cubby we call our bathroom. She seemed visibly frustrated, so maybe this was a bad time… but she paused anyway, wrench in hand and some part of a pipe in the other.

“What's up?” She wiped grease from her face. Gosh, the way she looked right now… filthy. But…

I got distracted. I refocused. “Um… I wanted to talk about the other day.”

Sam hesitated visibly, but then cleared her throat. “Sure.”

“I just… I wanted to apologize for scaring you. Something in the air was messing with me… I was so convinced that I just wanted to stay on Phasorium forever.”

“It's fine.” She refocused on undoing a different pipe. “You said you lost your helmet?”

“Something in the water unbuckled my helmet, yeah. Some creature got its fins all over me.”

“Probably kinda scary…” She checked me for a reaction.

“It was…” I itched my arm. “But as soon as the helmet came off, it was like… a wave of calm washed over me.”

“Poetic.”

“I'm serious! Shut up.” I scoffed, glancing away. “But… that's not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Getting hijacked by a lake monster is somehow the thing you don't want to talk about?” Sam said at first, but then thought about her statement. “Actually, that's fair.”

“...I wanted to talk about what you said to me,” I refocused the conversation. “When I was under the influence.”

She stopped working, biting her lip. This was apparently a touchy subject for her.

“...Did you mean what you said?”

She paused for a moment, but eventually nodded. “...Yeah. I did.”

“All of it?”

“Yeah.”

I smiled at her. “That was nice of you, then. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you're welcome.” She tried her best to keep unscrewing a pipe, but her movements were less steady… her heart was racing. I could feel it. 

“Are you nervous?” I shoved at her arm. “About showing emotion?”

“No!” She took great offense to this. “I-I can show emotion! See?”

She threw her arms out beside her, making a face of annoyance. But annoyance wasn't the only emotion she could express, and I knew that.

“...Yes, I see.” I let it go, but still smiled to myself. Sam was struggling with this conversation, I could tell, so I changed the subject. “So what's wrong with the shower?”

“Ugh… dude, I don't even fucking know.” Sam dropped her shoulders with an eye roll, and dropped a plastic pipe on the floor. “I'm checking for a blockage or something, but I'm not seeing shit. I think we might have to go to a station to get it fixed.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah. It's gonna come out of our paychecks for sure.” She rested her hands behind her neck with a sigh. “But I just can't get any water to come out. Whatever. No showers for a few more days, I guess.”

“Hmm…” I thought to myself for a moment. Certainly, the shower was broken, and would need repairs from another Viridian team. An engineer team, for sure. But perhaps there was another way to keep clean at least until then…

Then I got an idea. “Do we have any stable planets nearby?”

“What, Goldilocks planets?” Sam stood back up, itching her hair. She needed to get her mohawk redyed.

“What?”

“You ever hear of Goldilocks? Or is that just a purely human thing?”

“Um…”

“I guess it is. Heh…” She shook her head, and started piecing the pipes back together. “Go check the starmaps. See what you can find.”

“Okay. Because I'm thinking if we can find a stable planet with a good atmosphere…” I trailed off as I jogged to the cockpit, swishing the hologram map around to find a decent planet. 

“Then what?” Sam called from the back of the ship.

“Then maybe we could use a substitute!” I called back, finding a good planet not close, but not too far either.

“What do you mean by that?” Once she was done, Sam followed me to the co-pilot's seat. She was cleaning her hands with a rag.

“I mean, if we can find a good body of water or something…” I kept searching, but Edenwise was the only mapped planet worth searching. “...We can just bathe there.”

“Oh. You think so?” Sam looked uncertain as I pinpointed Edenwise.

“Yeah! I mean, we have our supplies. We just need a body of fresh water. And it looks like Edenwise is our best bet.”

“Hm.” 

“Strap in, Sam.” I got our ship ready to fly, dismantling the gravity anchor that held our ship still in space. With a low rumble, the ZZ Striker started moving.

Sam begrudgingly strapped in, still wiping her hands. “Maybe we're just out of water.”

“Don't we recycle it?”

“Yeah, but if there's a leak somewhere… eh, whatever. We can let the engineers figure it out.”

“Alright.”

We flew silently for a little while, the ship moving as smoothly as ever through the cosmos, before jittering and shaking as we hit the thick atmosphere of Edenwise.

“That one looks good.” Sam had a good eye—she found a local lake much faster than I could. I nodded and started descending the ship into a nearby clearing, and Sam stood up from her seat to go collect some supplies.

“Atmosphere's oxygen, right?”

“Yes ma'am!” I double-checked to confirm, and it was indeed primarily oxygen. Very similar biological makeup to Earth, so Sam should feel right at home. It was gorgeous here… overgrown trees and flora decorated this planet. Not nearly as enchanting as Phasorium was, but perhaps that was on purpose.

We collected some soap and shower things, and headed out. The airlock did not need to change the air pressure, so we could just walk out and explore without helmets or suits. Sam slung her small duffel bag over her shoulder, and I carried my drawstring bag to the edge of the lake.

“It's very nice here…” I smiled at Sam. 

She shrugged. “Yeah, it's pretty nice.” 

“You don't think so?”

“No, I said it was nice!” She scoffed at me, looking at me like I was crazy. “What'chu mean?”

“I'm just pulling your leg! Sorry.”

She only sighed as she started stripping her shirt, then pointed at me to turn around. I suppose there wasn't too much privacy in an open area like this, so we silently agreed to not look at each other at this time.

I nodded and turned around, collecting my clothes into a bundle to throw on the shore, then waded in and kept my shampoo bottle with me. It was bubbly… I liked bubbles a lot. They must have drifted over to Sam with the current, because I heard her chuckle after a few minutes.

I was clean much sooner than Sam was. I suppose she liked to take her time… I found my shirt on shore, drying myself with a shake, then peered over my shoulder for just a moment.

She was still turned away from me, so I didn't see anything in particular… except… 

I glanced back, feeling my face become hot. She had back muscles. And she looked good.

I tried to forget what I had seen, and more importantly, how I felt about it… but I was having a hard time. I just kept getting dressed up, then sat on the shore away from Sam as I tried hiding my face.

Eventually she finished up, and walked over to me. She laughed a little. “You good, Veth?”

“Yes!” I was a little overly enthusiastic with my answer. It was too late to correct it, though. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on. I've never seen you curl up into a ball like that.” She gave me a gentle kick. I curled up tighter.

My voice was muffled in my arms. “I'm sorry.”

“About what?”

“I… I looked.” I'm sure my face was a lovely shade of purple at this point.

“Oh. That's it?” Sam laughed, shrugging. “Hey, I mean… that's on you.”

“I know! I'm sorry!” I threw my hands out. 

“Don't apologize! It's fine!” Sam kept laughing, and I just kept hiding. She could not see my face right now. “Veth, it's fine. I'm serious. I'm not mad.”

I couldn't answer.

She thought of something even worse. “...Did you like what you saw, at least?”

“By the gods, Samantha, shut up!” I exploded out of my ball, and ran towards the ship. I could hear her doubling over laughing as I escaped.

Oh, gods forgive me. This was all extremely unprofessional. What was I supposed to put in my daily log now? That I thought my coworker looked good? That we bathed in the same lake? How was I supposed to…

I paced around, hiding my face with my hands, until I heard the airlock open behind me. “Hey, I'm sorry. I was just making a joke.”

“I-I know…” I huddled onto my bunk bed.

“Listen. Relax. It's fine.” Sam gave me a little slap on the arm, then she settled in to the pilot's seat. “You didn't forget anything, right?”

“...No…”

“Cool. Let's hit it.”

The ship fought gravity as it lifted off, and I fought feelings as my coworker flew the ship. 

What was I supposed to do? I had no clue… we were supposed to stay strictly professional. Now it just felt awkward… and I didn't know how to handle the things I was feeling.

Sam just flew silently, casual as ever, as I peered out of the protective fortress of my arms. 

Gods… I needed a drink.

[sparkagrace]

Hey Tej 💕 how are youuuuuuu?

Can I request 17 + Stucky for the spotify game? 😄

Galks! ❤️️❤️️❤️️ I'm sorry this took so long. I love the song that you've picked! This is a small follow up to the exes ficlet.

tags: exes to lovers, sarah rogers is a genius

Try to move on, but I know I’m a fool Any love that ain’t you is a love that ain’t true I thought I was strong, but my heart hasn't moved ‘Cause any love that ain't you is a love that ain’t true

—

Bucky should learn never to trust Sarah Rogers. 

She’s just like his Ma — meddling in things in the most innocent way — and the thing is, Bucky falls for it every single time. 

Bucky has spent enough time in the Rogers’ household to know that their bathroom has the worst pipes and Sarah’s been on her own most of the time Bucky’s known her so he’s gotten used to having basic plumbing knowledge down. He was thirteen the first time he helped his dad unclog a drain. Eight years later when he’d found a wire hanger and presented it to Steve, bending it into shape and then shoving it down the bath plug hole with little finesse, Steve had looked a little puzzled but when a wad of dirty drain hair was fished out, they had been triumphant. Then grossed out. 

Sarah wasn’t mad about the unclogging, but she was a little bit mad that Bucky and Steve threw the clump at each other and made a big mess at their big ages of 21. 

Suffice it to say, Bucky knows their plumbing is a nightmare so when Sarah Rogers calls in a panic, he gets over there as soon as he can (and if he was in the middle of a very tepid lunch date? No-one has to know). Sarah offers him a dozen apologies as she explains that the sink isn’t draining and she’s worried it’ll overflow. 

Half an hour later, she sets off into the kitchen to rustle up some sandwiches — remembering that Bucky’s favorite is tuna salad with pickles. He thinks he knows what the pipe issue is but the damn pipes are old and stiff, and it’s making him think all that work in the gym has been pointless. He’s relying on his phone torch, borrowed tools, and is in the middle of a YouTube video when he hears the front door opening and slamming shut.

“Ma! I told you I’d get the pipes fixed. Why’d you have to call a plumb—” Steve stops talking when he sees Bucky sitting on the floor by the sink. Bucky can’t go anywhere because there’s only one exit from the bathroom and he’s too tall to climb through the small window. 

“Hi,” Bucky says. 

“Hi.” The tone is soft and so tender that it makes Bucky’s hands grow clammy and he tries to explain what he’s doing in his ex-boyfriend’s mom’s bathroom in an undershirt and nice dress pants. Steve’s cheeks are red from the chill outside and he’s wearing basketball shorts and the tightest tee that Bucky’s ever seen. Apparently Steve is still buying clothing too small for his broad shoulders, and he’s clearly put on a little more muscle since Bucky saw him last. 

(Walking away from this very house because 23 felt too young for Bucky to move to another state for his boyfriend.)

“She called you?” Steve asks, but he doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t even seem surprised. 

“I was nearby so I came over. You know how your pipes are.”

Steve nods and walks into the bathroom for a second before stepping back. “Uh, I’m gonna go speak to Ma. Um, it’s good to see you. Sorry that she made you come over.”

Bucky shrugs. “It’s okay. Anything for Sarah.”

Steve wanders off to find his mom and Bucky pretends he can’t hear the hushed arguing going on in the kitchen, until it finally stops and then Steve appears with a tuna salad sandwich on a plate and two soda cans.

“Mom said you gotta eat something.”

“I’m alright,” Bucky tries. Steve shakes his head and sits on the floor opposite him as he hands over the plate. 

“You eat and explain what the problem is. Maybe we can work it out together.”

Bucky can’t lie that he’s hungry since he left his date before it even got to the food stage, so hands Steve his phone with the YouTube video as he picks up one half of the sandwich and takes a bite. Sarah Rogers still makes the best tuna salad sandwiches (but don’t tell Winnie!). It hits Bucky with a weird sense of nostalgia that’s only a little bit sad. After all this time, he hadn’t imagined that he’d be back in the Rogers’ house again, eating a familiar sandwich opposite the love of— his ex-boyfriend.

He and Steve talk about the bathroom and fixes they’ve already attempted. Steve says it keeps clogging up but it’s never been this bad. He was going to figure it out but he had been apartment hunting and then needed to go for a run because the rent prices were driving him insane. 

In between all of that, Bucky offered him the other half of the sandwich and Steve picked out the pickles and put them back on the plate for Bucky to add to his half. They sit and talk about the things in between: Steve’s job, Bucky’s family, Alpine’s Instagram page, Washington DC… they tip-toe around their break up. Mostly.

“So, uh, did my mom tell you I’m single?”

Bucky lets out a small amused huff. “She did.”

“I figured,” Steve sighs with a small roll of his eyes. “I’m sorry. You know how my mom is. I think she was more upset we broke up than I—”

Steve stops his thought and Bucky feels the weight settle in his gut. 

“She wasn’t. I don’t know why I said that. It sucked.”

“Yeah, it did.” Bucky focuses on the pipes in front of him instead of the ache in his heart. Apparently three years apart isn’t enough to mask the pain that he thought was long buried. 

“Let’s try and figure this clog out, huh?” Steve says, pushing the empty plate away and trying to look beneath the sink. “I tried learning this stuff myself, y’know? For my ma.” But Bucky knows Steve’s always been better with admin stuff, not the practical bits. 

They decide to focus on the task at hand, and Bucky tries to ignore the fact that Steve still hums when he concentrates, and the dried sweat on his skin still smells similar but somehow different — like maybe New York is still trying to settle back into his bones and undo all the DC air. 

“Just so you know,” Steve starts. “I asked about you and then she ran into you in the grocery store two hours later, and she… thought maybe it was a sign.”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say to that, except: “We shared a cake.”

Steve smiles and shakes his head softly, as if it was expected because both Sarah and Bucky have a sweet tooth and would always split a cake whenever it was offered. Bucky hadn’t realized he missed that tradition.

“It’s loose!” Steve says, but before Bucky can even warn him, he twists the pipe and suddenly water is everywhere and the bucket that was supposed to sit underneath it is left on the side. 

They shriek and squeal as they scramble for the bucket because the sink is unclogged now, but it’s gross and they gag at the smell of the black sludge that’s covering the once-white tiles as it drains out. Steve slips and falls in his hurry, almost taking Bucky out too. Bucky manages to stay upright, but he takes a step backwards, trips over Steve’s foot and they end up in a weird, damp heap on the soaking wet tiles.

“This is… so gross,” Steve groans. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Bucky starts laughing because he’s ruined his nicest dress pants and the smell is awful and he should be throwing up his tuna sandwich, but it’s the best time he’s had in a while. And then he realizes how sad that sentence is. 

Sarah’s face appears at the bathroom, surveying the state of her bathroom and the two grown adults who are sprawled over her tiles. 

“We found the clog, ma. We’ll get it cleaned up,” Steve says, waving her off. 

“Once you’re done, you can grab a shower and borrow some clothes, Bucky. I made a cake so please stay for a coffee.”

Bucky doesn’t have the energy to refuse and Steve doesn’t seem to have an issue with it either, so he just nods. Once they’ve stopped laughing and the smell has gone from gross to absolutely disgusting, Bucky clears out the pipe while Steve cleans the floor up.

Two hours later, Bucky’s showered and wearing an old hoodie and sweats of Steve’s, sitting around the Rogers’ dining table with coffee and sharing a slice of coffee cake with Sarah before he thinks maybe he should start heading home.

Steve walks him out and they stand on the porch for a few minutes, watching the sun setting behind the city. 

“I’m kinda hungry,” Steve says. “Wanna go for dinner?”

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Take My Hand and Whisper Run Chapter 3: Uncomfortable Reunions

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To Emma’s great surprise, she’d actually managed to fall asleep early, and stay asleep for most of the night. She couldn’t remember the last time she did that, in Neverland or in general.

The beep of the alarm clock was also surprisingly comforting to her, even if she normally couldn’t stand hearing them. But it was a firm reminder that she was home, back in a world where things actually made sense… for the most part. Apparently Baelfire was from a fairy tale land that really existed.

That thought still made her head spin, as she changed back into her jeans and t-shirt, and made a mental note to go shopping. She swore she’d seen a thrift store in town. Hopefully they had cheap clothes that would fit, because she really didn’t want to be stuck wearing the same clothes over and over again.

What she didn’t expect when she got downstairs after teaching Baelfire and Tink how showers worked, was seeing Granny and Ruby standing outside, staring at the clock tower in the center of town.

“Um… good morning Granny, Ruby… is everything okay?” she asked with a frown. They looked like they’d seen a ghost, honestly.

“Oh! I’m sorry dear, I guess I lost track of time,” Granny said, snapping out of her own thoughts and looking at Emma. “Everyone’s just a little confused about the clocktower, that’s all. The clock hasn’t worked as long as I can remember, and now it’s finally showing the right time.”

Emma followed their gazes and looked at the clock, which was now showing the correct time. “Huh…” she remarked. “Maybe one of the maintenance guys for the town did it. I’m sure they get bored when there aren’t any calls to answer.”

“I don’t know why they’d pick now of all times to fix it. It hasn’t worked my whole life,” Ruby said, then sighed. “At least it gives us something to talk about instead of the same old boring sh - stuff.”

Granny shook her head. “Well, whatever the case is, we won’t figure it out standing here. Let’s open up the diner for the day. Where are you friends, Emma?”

“They were getting dressed last I checked. They should be down soon.” Hopefully. Providing neither of them flooded the bathroom.

And that would raise a whole other set of issues.

“Sorry you’ll probably be bored for the first hour or so in terms of not having any dishes to wash,” Ruby said with a small frown. “Though, I guess you’ll have to eat, so you’ll be able to start with your own until the customers come in.”

Emma laughed. “It’s fine, Ruby, really! I’m just grateful you and Granny took us in at all. I was worried we’d be out on the streets or something.”

“Storybrooke wouldn’t have let that happen. Though you’re lucky you ran into us instead of Mr. Gold or the mayor,” Ruby said with a shudder.

“Ruby, hush, she’s right there,” Granny hissed, nodding in the direction of a woman wearing a black trench coat, high heels, and a deep red lipstick. There was an air about her that said she felt she was better than the others in town, and Emma was immediately put off by it.

“Come on. Inside,” Ruby muttered, all but shoving Emma into the diner. “I swear that woman is hiding something.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “She’s a politician. It’s probably tax fraud or a sex scandal.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be talking about sex scandals?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. Am I?” She hardly knew what normal teenagers went through, after all, but even the terrible school she’d been to before going to Neverland had at least started talking about condoms. It was hard to forget a grown woman struggling to fit one on a banana, after all.

Ruby sighed. “Come on, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll make sure you and your friends are served first.”

Emma glanced over and smiled at Tink and Neal, relieved they’d managed to rinse the soap and shampoo out of their hair and skin. While she had hope for Neal, she hadn’t been sure how much Tink knew about personal hygiene. If she lived in a forest before Neverland… it couldn’t have been much, right?

“Alright, we’re not going to need three of you on dish duty right now, so are any of you good with plants?” Granny asked.

Tink’s hand shot up. “Oh! I am! I love plants! I grew up in a garden you know!”

Granny stared at her in confusion. “You… grew up in a garden?”

Emma cleared her throat. “What she means is… her parents owned a greenhouse, so she grew up around plants. She would help them every day with watering and fertilizing them and putting them on carts for the customers.”

“Oh,” Granny said with a relieved sigh. “Well if that’s the case, follow me, Rosetta.”

As Tink followed Granny back toward the bed and breakfast with a wide grin, Emma let out a sigh as she looked at Bae. “Did she seriously live in a garden?”

He shrugged. “That’s what the story says. Fairies live in a tulip pod chamber and are able to watch over us like, well, like a god does.”

Fairies lived in flowers. Sure. Of course they did. Why not?

“Okay you two, c’mon back to the kitchen,” Ruby said, ushering Emma and Bae around the counter. “I mean, it’s dishwashing, so I trust you know what you’re doing, but I promised Granny I’d tell you what to do.”

It was basic stuff, of course, and they worked out a system of who washed and who dried, stacking the clean dishes where they needed to go so the cooks could grab clean plates for the new orders.

“This isn’t so bad,” Bae murmured, wrist deep in soapy water. “Especially since we’re getting a place to stay too.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey Emma? Can you give me a hand, please?” Ruby called a bit later. “One of our waitresses called out and Granny’s busy at the register.”

“Oh - yeah, of course Ruby!” It wasn’t like she had any choice if she wanted to keep the roof over her head. Still, she felt a little nervous - she’d never waitressed before, and had always thought the trays looked too heavy to carry.

“Can you take this mug of cocoa to the woman in the pink sweater with short, black hair?” Ruby asked, pointing to the woman sitting at one of the two-person tables.

Emma nodded, relieved it was just one thing she needed to deliver and not a whole tray of food to a family of five.

“What’s that on the whipped cream?” Emma asked, looking at the brown flecks. Surely they couldn’t be -

“Cinnamon. Mary-Margaret’s the only one in town who drinks it that way. Just one of her quirks.”

Huh. Emma had never known another person who liked cinnamon on their hot chocolate. What were the odds she would run into someone who liked it here? Of all places, it was some little town in Maine that didn’t look big enough to be on any printed map?

“Um… here you go, Miss Blanchard,” she said, setting the mug in front of her carefully. “Is there anything else you need?”

When Mary-Margaret looked up at her and smiled, Emma felt a little startled. She had the same color eyes she did, and strangely, they shared a face shape. There was no way this woman was related to her, right? “No, thank you, I’m fine for now. But I don’t remember seeing you here before. Are you a new hire?”

She nodded. “I’m Emma. I just got to town.”

Mary-Margaret’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, well, I hope you enjoy your time here, Emma.”

Emma smiled weakly in return. “Yeah, thanks. Enjoy the hot chocolate. I put a little extra cinnamon on it when Ruby wasn’t looking. I always prefer extra on mine.”

“I won’t tell her, promise. I think you’re the only other person I’ve met who likes cinnamon on it.”

“Yeah,” Emma said, “me too.”

When Ruby called her away, Emma felt a strange, almost familiar pull toward Mary-Margaret as she turned away from the table.

Huh. Weird.

----

Tink hummed a mindless song under her breath. Thankfully, she recognized most of the flowers that were planted in and around the bed and breakfast garden. How strange to think that the Land Without Magic would have the same flora as The Enchanted Forest and even Neverland. Regardless, it made this gardening gig easy, which obviously meant Tink would be able to fit in here no problem! And to think, Emma had been so tense the previous night, like she was worried Tink and Bae would blow their cover or something. How silly!

Tink could have made it as a farmer, she thought. If Blue had granted her mercy when she’d taken her wings, she wouldn’t have minded having a little farm somewhere, living off the land and selling what she didn’t need, like a normal peasant in their realm.

Well, maybe she wouldn’t want to live in Regina’s kingdom after what had happened. If Regina had just listened, she would have been able to prove to Blue that humans could change, even if there was hate inside them.

There had been so many bad humans in Misthaven and all throughout their world, but nothing would compare to Pan.

Tink shuddered a little at the thought of Neverland as she cut a dandelion from the plant. Why Granny considered them to be weeds she would never know, but she was doing as she was told and getting rid of them… in her own way, by carefully placing them in her pocket to do something with later. She’d seen a few cups wrapped up in the bathroom of their room. Maybe they could spruce it up.

“Tink?”

Her head shot up, because no one in this town should know who she was, and came face to face with Regina, though instead of a dress fit for a queen, she was wearing some sort of suit like Bae had once told her about.

“Regina. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be living your royal life in Misthaven?” she asked coldly as she brushed dirt off her gloves and rose to her feet.

“Why would I want to go back to a world where Snow White is living happily ever after?” Regina replied. “So this is my happy ending. This is my world. My beautiful creation. You are not supposed to be here.”

Oh no. Regina had fully given into the darkness in her heart, hadn’t she? That was the only explanation. “I didn’t exactly get to choose where I ended up when I escaped from Hell.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got banished because a queen didn’t want to do the thing that would make her happy. I was stuck in Neverland until yesterday.”

“And this is my fault? The only thing I refused to do is go into that bar. It sounds like your boss was the one who sent you there in the first place,” Regina glared, her eyes dark with fury. “How did you even escape? I thought that place was impossible to leave.”

Tink smiled a little. “Pan was outsmarted by a couple of Lost Kids. They offered me my freedom and I took it.” Was that meant to be a dig at Regina? Maybe a small one.

Regina didn’t take the bait, her frown deepening. “Lost Kids that actually wanted to escape? Why would they want to do that?”

Tink shrugged. If Regina was in charge here, she did not want to risk getting Bae or Emma on her bad side on their second day here, when they didn’t even know who she was. “I don’t know. I guess they got tired of the constant hunting and wanted to remember what it was like to grow up and be… normal kids. Whatever that means here.”

Regina scoffed. “Why would that shadow leave you outside Storybrooke?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I was with them and I’m originally from the Enchanted Forest.” No sense in dragging Bae down with her. It would be better to let Regina believe both kids were from The Land Without Magic.

“Fine. I will allow you and your group to stay in Storybrooke, but if you get in the way of my happy ending, just know I will destroy you. Enjoy your stay in Storybrooke, Tinkerbell.”

Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t know what had happened to Regina after they’d last met, but she didn’t like it one bit. She would be damned if she let Regina hurt Emma or Bae though. “It’s Rosetta. I know I’m just a character in a book in this land, Regina.”

Regina gave her a smirk that sent a chill down her spine. “Right, well. Enjoy your time here, Rosetta.”

When she had gone, Tink took a deep breath. She didn’t know what had come over Regina after she was banished from Misthaven, but she knew she had to keep Emma and Bae safe from her no matter what.

The biggest question she had, though, was how Regina even got to Storybrooke in the first place. Storybrooke was hers? Did that mean other people from their world were here too?

Tink needed to find some answers, before her friends got hurt.

She just didn’t know how she was going to do that. So, Tink turned back to the flowers and began working on the weeds again.

-

Later that night, they sat in the lounge room of the bed and breakfast, Tink having scrubbed the dirt out from her hands and fingernails. It was nice, being able to relax and enjoy a long day’s end. Sometimes, when she’d had her magic, it had felt like days bled into each other, and Neverland of course didn’t help anything.

“Rosetta, will you tell me about Australia? What are koalas like? Are they really as soft as they look on TV? What about the bugs? Are they really that big?” Ruby asked, dropping onto the chair next to Tink. “And how did you end up all the way in Maine?”

Tink shrugged. “I came here because I was worried about my cousin. Couldn’t let her get into trouble while she’s still just a kid.”

“I’m not a kid!” Emma protested.

Ruby grinned, apparently having forgotten her other questions. “You look like a kid to me.”

“I’m fourteen! That’s not a kid!”

“Ruby! You forgot to unpack a shipment of napkins!” Granny suddenly called, breaking the light atmosphere. “Five of the tables need the holders to be refilled too!”

“Coming, Granny!” Ruby groaned and rolled her eyes. “I was hoping she wouldn’t notice.”

“I can help you, Ruby,” Bae offered.

“Thanks kid,” Ruby said, shooting a grin in Emma’s direction as she rose to her feet. “The store room is this way.”

Tink let out a small sigh of relief. “Okay Emma, tell me, what’s Australia like?”

Emma blinked at her. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve never been there. It’s on the other side of the planet!”

“Then what am I going to do when Ruby asks about it again?”

Emma took a deep breath and tapped her nail against her knee. “Okay, uh… Bae said he saw a library in town. It’s apparently under that giant clock tower. We can go there and learn about Australia.”

“Right… okay yeah, that’s a good idea. Thanks Emma.”

“Emma?”

Tink looked up, startled as the male voice spoke. Standing in the doorway was a man leaning against a cane, a curious look on his face. For some reason, he felt familiar, like someone she’d met - or at least seen - before she got banished from the Enchanted Forest, but she just couldn’t place him.

Emma though, didn’t seem as amused or curious. “Yeah?”

The man grinned. “No, nothing. It’s just… what a lovely name.”

“Er… thanks,” Emma replied. “Who are you?”

Granny rushed forward with a wad of cash in her hand. “Here. It’s here. All of it.”

“Yes, yes, of course it is dearie,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he turned away from Tink and Emma to take the money, tucking it into his pocket. “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” He then glanced back over at Emma as he moved to the door. “You enjoy your stay, Emma.”

Emma shuddered when the door shut. “What the hell? Who was that?”

“Mr. Gold. He owns the place,” Granny said as Ruby entered the room.

“The inn?”

“No. The town,” Ruby finished, moving to the window and glancing out it. “He owns most of the buildings in town, and leases them out to others. Everyone likes to say Regina’s the most powerful person here, but they’re wrong. It’s Gold.”

“Is he that bad of a person?” Tink asked with a frown. If this Gold person held more power than Regina, maybe he could be on her side, if she could figure out who he was supposed to be.

“I heard the last time someone was late on their rent, he smashed their glass counter, so you tell me,” Ruby said, a hand on her hip.

“He’s not a man you want to make an enemy of,” Granny agreed. “Ruby, where’s Neal? I was going to have him help with checking the stock in the kitchen.”

Ruby shrugged. “He said he had a headache, so he went upstairs.  He took the back entrance so he didn’t disturb the conversation out here.”

“I’ll check on him,” Tink offered, jumping to her feet. This was suspicious. Maybe Bae knew more than he was willing to share with Ruby. “Emma, why don’t you help Granny with her stock?”

Emma blinked a little, but looked at Granny. “Is - is that okay with you, Granny?”

“Of course. I just can’t do it alone. Come on. And you, Ruby. I want you to finish the profit summary for the month.”

Ruby, who had been sneaking toward the side door in an attempt to leave, rolled her eyes. “Fine, but when I’m done I’m meeting Lacey for drinks.”

“Fine, fine.” It was obviously a battle long fought and seldom won.

Tink made her way upstairs and pushed the door to their room open. “Bae?” she said softly. “Are you okay?”

Bae was curled up on the bed, clutching one of the pillows tight and facing the window. When Tink approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, he flinched back. “I can’t stay here, Tink.”

“What? Why not?”

“My father’s here. I heard him talking to Granny when Ruby and I were getting the napkins,” he explained. “I don’t even understand how he would even get to the Land Without Magic. The magic bean Blue gave me was the last one.”

Tink was starting to understand why the shadow had chosen this place to drop them off at. Regina’s cryptic words, and now Bae’s father being here? But wait… if Regina thought this place was her happy ending, why would someone else supposedly hold more power? This man, Mr. Gold…

“What’s your father’s name, Bae?” she asked quietly.

But Bae just shook his head, shuddering. “I can’t say it. If I do, he’ll show up.”

Oh.

“Your father is The Dark One, isn’t he?”

Bae nodded. “You know the story. He became to suffocating and protective and then… dark, so I tried to get him to give up his magic. That’s why I ended up in London. He was supposed to go with me… but he broke our deal.”

Tink bit her lip. “That sounds awful, Bae. I’m sorry you went through that, but… I might have an idea of why he’s here, because I ran into someone I know from The Enchanted Forest too. The Queen of Misthaven.”

“Wait, what? But how?”

“I don’t know, but there has to be a way to find out.”

“My father always finds a loophole,” Bae said. “I can’t face him. I just can’t. I don’t care how long it's been.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

People from The Enchanted Forest were here for a reason, and Tink was determined to find out why.

[acaciapines]

...hello. owl house daemon au, 38? please?

of course!

38. Howl – The Family Crest

amity says, “do you really need to tag along on all of our dates?”

hunter has his beak in luz’s milkshake, though he lifts his head and uses a wing to brush some of the dessert off his face. luz and mari have departed to the bathroom, and flapjack stayed back at the old house, so right now it’s just the two of them. alma’s sat in amity’s lap as a cat because apparently human-world fish need to breathe water, so it’s the best they can do.

“i don’t know what you mean, blight,” hunter says with an upturn of his head.

amity scoffs, alma rumbling uneasy against her chest. “i mean i’m dating luz, not you. can’t you stay behind at least once?”

hunter’s feathers puff out and he looks over towards the way luz left, talons rapping against the wood table. amity fixes her hands in her palisman’s fur—alma’s tense, but this way they can share it between each other.

when hunter looks back at her there’s something intense in his eyes.

“i don’t exactly want to be on a date with you, either,” he says, and he glances down, tracing something into the wood, “believe me. but…”

he shudders.

“i’m not going anywhere,” is what he says, and amity wants to seethe, but his voice trembles and she can’t, exactly. “so you’d better get used to it.”

DISCUSSION

oh my god i forgot i actually wrote a sketch for this but it is my favorite fucking thing EVER thank you so much for asking for it. where to even begin there is SO MUCH HERE.

so. s3 luz n hunter spend most of the time sort of feeling like they're the same person. they tend to stick together a lot, yeah? like, to the human-realm at large, luz and hunter are presenting as a human-daemon pair, because luz needs to pretend she's still settled, and hunter is the only one who can change into the needed form. and because of that they spend an insane amount of time together and bleed into each other a lot and that is SO WEIRD FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

thus amity like. i love my girlfriend so much but holy shit i cannot deal with hunter on All Of Our Dates. i still dont know how this resolves--personhood is really squishy in daemon aus as i like to write them, and like. hunter and luz arent WRONG in sort of seeing themselves as the one person across four bodies. but there are still those distinctions--hunter is not dating amity. but he is tagging along on all of her + luz's dates.

basically holy shit it is SO messy so weird and nobody really knows how theyre supposed to like. help luz n hunter through this bc the two of them are Not telling the others like any of their shit lol.