#but it was a nice dream. and realizing that i couldn't thank someone for giving it to me was sad.

[racke7]

So, bcs I woke up a lke 5am after staying up 'til midnight, I decided to take a nap. During this nap, I read a really fun and heartwarming story about someone who gained precognition.

As in, perfect precognition.

But because they gained perfect precognition, they knew exactly how to dodge any fame or fortune for themselves. And their only real goal with their powers was to help people.

So that's what they did. They dodged cameras everywhere and just kind of... walked in and rescued people who needed to be rescued.

Sometimes they'd have a chat with them beforehand, until it was "their time" to be rescued.

And this allowed for a lot of really wonderful and heartwarming moments of this random nobody walking into their lives, listening to them, telling them about their own story, suddenly rescuing them from certain death, and then just as easily disappearing.

And of course a lot of people tried to find them, but they really couldn't. Most who'd actually seen them probably wouldn't even be able to recognize them on the street, because they'd used their perfect precognition to shift their memory of them juuuust slightly to the left of what it really had been. A simple hand-gesture there, flashing a specific expression here, in the end they'd be too distracted to say anything more identifying than "some guy".

So, it was a really sweet story with a lot of "complete civilians" being rescued in a wide variety of ways. And them then stepping back to try and thank their rescuer, only to find that they were gone, and nobody would be able to find out anything at all about them.

And, as I was dreaming this story into existence, a new chapter happened where the many rescued people kind of stumbled across each other. And my thought was "man, I'd hoped that this fic continued like... twenty more chapters before it got to this point".

Unfortunately, upon waking up and doing a brief internet-check and then spending a little bit of time writing this out? I now know that it doesn't really exist. There was never any story like this. My brain just interpreted "fun dream" as "fun written story".

Which is a bit of a shame, because I wanted to comment on their fic with:

"I know I dreamt this new chapter into existence whilst taking a nap, but it was fun and heartwarming, and I loved it to bits. So, even if you haven't written it yet, I guess this is my brain saying that it believes in you. You can write something beautiful, and I'm looking forward to it."

[lady-of-blossoms]

「 ✦ whispers of heartbreak ✦ 」

Warning: angst, infertility, mistress

PART 2

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The nightmare Y/N experiences throughout her life is having to accept the fact that her husband is careless, remarried and has two wives.

This is because you were unable to get pregnant and in the end were forced to agree to gojo remarrying.

His second wife's pregnancy made the whole family excited and all of gojo’s attention was focused on his second wife—Rebecca.

at dinner and the three of them gathered,gojo , Y/N and Rebecca.

He stroked Rebecca's stomach, who had been pregnant for 6 months. He turned to you who was eating while daydreaming

"Y/N , today I can't accompany you to sleep because I have to look after Rebecca, is that okay?" asked gojo who didn't make an expression when he saw you.

Youre eyes widened slightly at his request, a pang of hurt and disappointment shooting through your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check as you met his gaze.

"Of course, gojo," you replied softly, forcing a smile onto your face. "I understand. Congratulations again on your pregnancy, Rebecca." You offered a genuine smile towards his new wife, youre heart aching at the sight of him so enamored with someone else.

"I'll just go to bed early then," you continued, standing up from the table and gathering your plate. "Have a good night taking care of Rebecca." You gave a small nod before turning to leave, your steps heavy with unshed tears as you retreated to youre bedroom alone once more.

Gojo watched her leave, feeling a twinge of guilt for causing her pain. But he quickly pushed it aside, focusing back on Rebecca. He leaned down to kiss her forehead gently, his hand still resting on her growing belly.

"Thank you, darling," he murmured fondly, before turning his attention back to his meal. "How about we take a nap together after dinner? It might be nice to rest before the baby comes."

He glanced over at Y/N’s empty seat one last time, feeling a pang of regret for how things had turned out between them. But he knew there was nothing he could do to change it now.

In the privacy of their shared bedroom, Y/N allowed herself to crumble. Tears streamed down yourr face as you sank onto the edge of the bed, your body shaking with silent sobs. The sting of rejection cut deep, amplified by the constant reminder of your own infertility.

You curled into herself, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as if to hold yourself together. Your mind raced with painful thoughts - memories of happier times with gojo, dreams of a future that would never come to pass, and the bitter realization that your had lost the man she loved to another woman.

"Why couldn't I give him what he wanted?" You whispered brokenly to yourself, your voice muffled against your knees. "Why wasn't I enough?"

The ache in your heart felt suffocating, like a physical weight pressing against your chest.

Gojo finished his meal and excused himself from the table shortly afterward. As promised, he joined Rebecca in their bedroom for some rest.

He held her close, his arm draped protectively around her waist as they lay down together under the covers. His mind wandered back to Y/n briefly, but he quickly shook off those thoughts, choosing instead to focus on the warmth of Rebecca's body pressed against his own.

"We're going to be parents soon," he thought contentedly, and everything will finally fall into place."

But even amidst this happiness, a nagging sense of guilt lingered at the back of his mind – a guilt he refused to acknowledge fully.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

It was a bittersweet morning for Y/N. Today marked both her birthday and the day she had to share the spotlight with Rebecca giving birth. You awoke to the sound of commotion outside your room, nurses rushing past and gojo’s panicked voice echoing down the hallway.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

He burst into her room, his face flushed and eyes wild with excitement. "It's happening! Rebecca's in labor!"

Y/N sat up slowly, your heart sinking at the news. Of all days... you managed a weak smile, pushing down the swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm you.

"That's wonderful, gojo. Go be with her. I'm sure she needs you right now."

Feeling the weight of your loneliness press down on you, you got dressed quietly and slipped out of the house unnoticed. You needed space to process everything that was happening, away from prying eyes and judgemental gazes.

Walking aimlessly through the city streets, you found solace in the familiar rhythm of her footsteps and the comforting buzz of the bustling crowd around you. Each step further from home served as a reminder of your freedom - a freedom you cherished despite its bitter sweetness.

"Today should've been about me," you thought bitterly, "but instead, everyone's only talking about Rebecca."

Lost in your thoughts, You found herself at a local café where you ordered a cup of hot chocolate to warm yourself from within. You took a seat by the window overlooking the street below, watching people go about their lives without a care in the world.

Sipping slowly on your drink, you tried to push away feelings of resentment and sadness that threatened to consume you. Instead, you chose to remember happier times with gojo - birthdays spent together laughing until your sides hurt, simple dinners shared under twinkling lights.

"Maybe this is my punishment for not being able to bear children," you pondered silently. "Or maybe it's just part of life's cruel irony."

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[springtyme]

Hiii can we get some dating Richie headcanons :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 ♡

We certainly can! Thank you for the request, I love this disaster of a man so much! I had so much fun with this and I'm so excited for season two 💕 I also couldn't contain myself and made a Richie playlist

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Richie had almost given up on love before he met you. Almost.

After a series of failed dates and a couple of meaningless hookups it had seemed to him like love just wasn’t in the cards for him anymore. But then you had come along to prove him wrong. 

Despite how he might come off to some, Richie is definitely a lover boy. Putting himself ‘out there’ after his split with Tiff had been hard, but he knew that he deep down, in the essential core of his being, desperately craved to have someone to share his life with. 

Someone to come home to and share the little moments with. Someone to rant to about how Carmy had been acting like little bitch about the new dishtowels, or how another building downtown has been torn down to be turned into another fucking nightmarish cement parking house. Someone who he could have a laugh with and who would give him a chance to rise above the label of deadbeat loser that the universe seems to have put on him. Someone who could see him for who he truly is. Someone who wouldn’t judge him or think less of him for having sold a little coke from a back alley in a desperate situation. 

Richie will do anything for the people he cares for, so what if his methods are a little unorthodox? He is loyal to the bone and he cares, he fucking cares.      

And that is all he wants, someone to care for. Someone to love and someone to love him. That was all that he dreamed of before, but he had started to lose hope.

But then, when he finally had started to come to terms with the idea that that might never happen, he met you. 

It had all started with a slightly awkward date. He had been quite nervous, way more than he normally was. You just seemed too good to be true, way too good for someone like him anyway. He wanted to give off a good impression so bad that it slightly backfired, or it maybe would have backfired if you weren't you. 

He had been loud and acting confident in a way only a man who’s trying to hide how nervous he actually is can. He had been accidently laughing at his own jokes before the punchline had even landed and stumbling over his own words from time to time, but luckily for him you had found it rather charming. You couldn’t keep the wide smile from spreading on your face as he started rambling about Bill Murray and some old roman goddess. 

He had visibly relaxed after you had declared with a smile that you probably had to give him a call one of these days so you could hear the voicemail from the story, but that you certainly wouldn’t mind if he just happened to pick up the phone.   

He did pick up the phone when you called, and you were not disappointed in the slightest that it was Richie’s voice and not Bill Murray’s that had greeted you.

That first date turned into another, which turned into yet another one and no matter how scared he was that you would suddenly realize how much of a shitshow his life truly is he just didn’t seem to be able to scare you off.  

He’ll be your number one cheerleader, always so proud of you, and he will tell everybody who lets him about you. And he loves to show you off. You are in his opinion way out of his league and he is just so damn proud to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you to call his and to love.

He loves taking pictures of you. Just silly little pictures, you picking up produce at the farmers market or silly little selfies of the two of you as you wait in line at Arby's. He just wants to remember all the nice little moments with you.

He’ll proudly flaunt you on his instagram for all his 36 followers to see (well, 37 now that you follow him)

You will usually try and match your lunch break at work to fit with family at the restaurant. Stepping into the restaurant to be met with a huge smile from Richie is one of the highlights of your day. The staff of the beef are essentially family to him and he is so happy to share you with them. You have become part of that little family and it is more than Richie could ever have dreamt of.

Neither of you are in a rush with your relationship. He is a divorcee with a daughter and you have never had any wild dreams about a wedding or an on paper ‘picture perfect’ relationship with a house and a white picket fence. You just want someone who loves you for exactly who you are and that someone is Richie.

It is about a year into your relationship that you say ‘I love you’ the first time you don’t know if it is late or not but one thing for sure is that the love had been there from early on.

It was four months into your relationship that he had asked you if you would like to meet his daughter and honestly that had been a bigger confession of love than anything else could have been. He loves his daughter more than anything in the world and you know that he would never bring up introducing you to her if it wasn’t because he was serious about you and wanted you as a permanent part of his life.  

You had been a little nervous to meet her, you know how much she means to Richie and you had just really wanted her to like you. You had, however, not been the slightest bit nervous about how you would feel about her, she’s Richie’s little girl after all, a part of him, and you love every part of him. 

Luckily for you, she absolutely adores you, and you adore her. It had meant everything for Richie to know that his baby girl and you were getting along so well. 

It had been on that same night as you had uttered your first ‘I love you’s’ that he had asked you if you wanted to move in together. He had been so happy when you had kissed a ‘yes’ into his lips. 

Living together is everything Richie could ever have dreamt of. Not waking up to an empty bed and knowing that you are at home waiting on him when he comes home from work is like a dream come true.   

He is an early riser, usually you wake up to an empty bed, and even though you sometimes wish you woke up to warm, morning-cuddles it is always made up for by the sight of Richie in the kitchen. He is usually only wearing one of his, seemingly never ending supply of, ‘The Beef’ shirts and a pair of boxers.

His back will be turned to you as he’s in the midst of getting your coffee ready for you. It has become a fixture in your life with Richie, something you wouldn’t give up, even for all the morning-cuddles in the world.

You will sneak up on him and let your arms sneak around him, hugging him tight from behind and he will lean softly back into your embrace.

If he is having a smoke you will pluck the cigarette from his lips and take a few drags as you squish your cheek into his back and slowly let the comforting smell of brewing coffee wake you up. When the cigarette is smoked and ashed into the sink to later be thrown into the ashtray, Richie will turn around, engulfing you in his long, lean arms and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, kissing a ‘good morning’ into your still sleep-warm skin. 

Your relationship with Richie is warm and loving. It doesn’t mean that it is constant smooth sailing, but you always work through the bumps you come across along the road together. That is the true beauty of your relationship with him, the constant reassuring feeling of togetherness.

You are in his life to stay, you are family now and Richie will do anything to keep you happy and by his side.

[cillianhead]

Give us thigh riding with Cill or Tommy, please 🙏🏻😮‍💨

Thank you nonny for this wonderful request <3

Lazy Sundays || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: Smut, thigh riding, cursing, sort of exhibitionism (Cillian is on the phone while... reader rides his thigh), choking, Cillian being a little rough with reader, degradation, general adult content!!

18+ Minors DNI

The sun had barely risen when you woke up, and Cillian was nowhere to be found, which was unlike him so early in the morning. You frowned as you sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes, and softly slipped out of bed to find your husband.

You found him at the bottom of the stairs, grumbling on the phone with someone. You assumed it was something work-related. You quietly padded down the stairs and sat down next to him with a gentle smile, still incredibly sleepy and wanting to go back to bed.

"Hey baby," He mouthed to you silently before grumbling something back to whoever was on the phone was. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling you into his side. You curled around his arm and nuzzled your face into his soft sleeve. "Thanks, Gary... bye, mate." Cillian muttered before hanging up the phone.

"Cillian..." You whispered with a pout. "Let's go back to bed... you promised a lazy Sunday today... and it's too early..." You winged.

"Sleepy girl," He chuckled breathily, leaning in and pecking you on the lips. You hummed happily at the little sliver of love he gave you. "Come on, darling... let's go back to bed." He extended a hand out to you as he stood up and you took it gratefully as you yawned dramatically.

Cillian gave you a gentle smack on your ass as you crawled into bed. "Why'd you do that?!" You whined.

"'Cause I can," He snickered, pulling the both of you under the covers and pulling you close to him, conveniently placing his thigh right in between your legs. "You're so beautiful." His voice was low and gravelly; he was still quite groggy from how early it was in the morning, and the low vibrations made you feel so fucking dizzy.

"Cillian..." You whispered as he slipped off his long sleeve shirt and ushered you to take yours off too.

"Morning sex?" Cillian asked as if you would say no. "Please, baby? Fuckin' had the nicest dream about you last night."

"Oh, yeah?" You grinned, the both of you fully topless and Cillian's thumbs rolling easy circles on your exposed nipples. "What happened in it-"

RING! RING!

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Cillian groaned, reluctantly pulling away from you slightly to reach over to his phone that lie on the bedside table. "It's from the same bloke... he's tryin' to arrange a time for an interview." You whined as he started to get out of bed.

"No... stay..." You clung onto him, digging your fingernails into his biceps. "I'll be good... I promise..." You gave him those eyes you knew he couldn't deny.

"Alright, just be quiet..." He said cautiously, laying back down as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Gary... what's up? Somethin' wrong?"

As you zoned out of the conversation, scooting yourself slightly closer to Cillian, trying your best to seem as casual as possible. Cillian hummed as he discussed a time and place and chatted on the phone, not paying mind to the fact your thinly-clothed cunt was beginning to slowly grind itself on his thigh. Biting your lip, keeping in your whines as you looked up at Cillian, feeling incredibly flustered by how nice his thigh felt against your clit. You noticed the stubble that accumulated along his picture-perfect jaw and rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you found the perfect rhythm. He was so perfect; every part of him fit perfectly with you... or inside of you. No one else's thigh could get you off the way his do.

It took Cillian a few moments to realize what was happening, and by then, it was too late to stop you. He raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. You knew he couldn't say anything, which made you smirk. He could just push you off of him, and you'd stop, yet here you were, shuddering with pleasure as he flexed his thigh precisely to enhance the pleasure you were feeling. He kept talking nonchalantly, acting as if his hot wife wasn't fucking herself on his leg, acting as if he didn't have a raging boner that was begging to be touched. The man on the other end of the phone had not even the slightest clue that there was anyone else even in the room with Cillian.

"Sounds good," Cillian hummed. "Alright, yeah... see you then." And when he tossed his phone to the side (not before turning it completely off), he looked at you with a fire blazing in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I... don't know... what... you're talking about..." You said through tiny gasps.

"Yeah?" He quipped as he jolted his thigh right up into your pussy, causing you to let out a loud mewl. "Why the fuck is there a wet patch on me leg then? Hmmm?"

"Don't know... Cillian..."

He shook his head in disbelief before curling his fingers around your throat and pushing you down into the sheets until he was hovering above you, his hand still choking you firmly. "Such a spoilt whore," Cillian growled as he slipped your soaking panties down until you were entirely bare before him. "You couldn't even wait five minutes for me to get off the bloody phone."

"J-Just... I'm so horny..." You whined, voice high pitched, and your body writhed for any sort of touch as he held your thighs open. Your glistening hole was on display for him. It felt shameful and humiliating the way he was looking at you. Despite the fact he had seen you in every angle there was to be seen and had seen your vagina countless times, it still felt painfully vulnerable when he had you spread out like this. "Please..."

"I know," He soothed, running a finger down the smooth skin of your inner thighs. "You just can't help it..." He cooed, and you smiled at how sweet he was being. "Y'just so dumb and pathetic, aren't you? Can't think about anything except gettin' fucked when I'm around... know you can't help it, yer just a girl..." He whispered into your ear, and you were revelling in his words and gentleness until he placed a harsh and hard smack right on your poor clit.

"Fuck!" You cried, arching your back. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Don't pretend to be innocent, Y/N," Cillian muttered as he switched the position so you were straddled on top of his thigh. "Go on, ride my thigh." He demanded.

"But..." You slid your hands up his other thigh to where his cock fought with his trousers to be free. "I want you... inside of me..." "Too bad, eh?" Cillian smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yer not getting any help either, gonna have to do it all yourself... like a big girl." Cillian leaned back, a smug grin on his hauntingly beautiful face.

So slowly, feeling awfully embarrassed, you pressed your naked sex against his hairy thigh and began rocking yourself in slow motions. You closed your eyes, holding onto Cillian's waist for balance as you picked up the pace, moaning desperately for release.

"Look at the mess you're making," Cillian scolded with a 'tsk tsk', eyes fixed on the way you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "Gushin' all over me leg, you look so cute."

"Let me cum on your thigh..." You whined quietly, head hung low with shame as you felt your impending high coming closer and closer. "Please." "You're gonna cum already?" Cillian laughed condescendingly. "Go on then, give me a show."

You nodded and mumbled a sweet little 'thank you' before grounding your pussy even harder and faster into his sticky thigh until you found yourself trembling on top of him. His hands now reached out to you, guiding your hips along for you while you let yourself be swallowed whole by your orgasm. He knew you were too limp to do it yourself and even once you were done he kept rocking you back and forth with his hands, moving you like a puppet until you were begging for him to stop.

"Please... Cillian..." You cried, trying to raise your hips up to stop the torturous friction. "Please... it's too much." "Nuh-uh... want one more from ya... then I'll consider giving you my cock."

You squeezed your thighs tightly around his, clit aching from the sore friction and how overstimulating it was. Cillian was mesmerized by the way you looked, too busy watching the way his thigh grew wetter and wetter and the way your hips looked in his hands. It was the most beautiful sight to be seen... and with the added sound of your sweet moans of his name... he felt like he could cream his pants without even laying a hand on his cock.

"That's it, angel girl," He praised, bucking his thigh up into you harshly. "You look so pretty, so perfect, getting me all wet."

"Gonna cum... again..." You choked out, eyelids squeezed shut as you began convulsing.

"There we go, give it to me," He cooed, voice low and intoxicating. "Fuckin' hell," He could feel your cum leak out onto his thigh, it was almost a bit ridiculous how wet you got from him and how much of a mess you made. "Good girl... good girl... that's right."

You collapsed on top of him once he finally set you free. You panted, crawling up so your head was by his, and you kissed him gently. "Thank you... thank you... Cillian..." You whispered, all dazed and sleepy since it was still early in the morning.

"Not done with you yet," Cillian whispered, running his lips along your sensitive neck. "I think you've been good enough for a treat."

Your ears perked up at that and suddenly your eyes were no longer drooping. You sat up like an excited dog and looked at him with your head tilted. "What is it?"

"Gonna let you suck me cock," He grunted, slipping the band of his Calvin Klein briefs down until his hard cock laid flat on his stomach, oozing precum from his pinkish head. Your lips parted as you drooled at the sight and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. You were practically making heart eyes at it. "Don't act all shy on me now, love... go on... I know you know how to suck me off... now go on and do it, and I'll cum down your pretty throat."

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i listened to cry by cigarettes after sex on repeat while listening to this. i hope you enjoyed! it's short but i like it :-)

[fanfiction4sooya]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing sooo much! can i request a choerry smut? no specific requests, do what you like!

Sorry for taking so long and thank you for the request, love! 💖And Well, this idea of stalker sister in law Choerry is in my mind for ages now so I decided to write it down.

cw: stalking, illegal filming, choerry is way too mean, cursing, size kink, monster strap (10 inch), fingering, packing, implied hunter & prey dynamics, dubcon, cheating, hard tit play, reader loves pain, lots of hard biting, spitting, marking, spanking, scratching, etc. Not really proofread so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't.

Men and minors dni

It started lightly, her eyes scanning you a lot more than they should, her hand going to your hips every time she passed by you, her always following you with her eyes whenever you had someone else over, etc.

The thing is: Choerry is gorgeous, undeniably so. Her face and body are heaven made and that sly little smirk of her gets you all flustered anytime it's directed towards you. She always seemed to know something you didn't, but you really didn't know why.

So of course you felt guilt creeping up on you every time she did anything of provocative nature. You loved your brother and you wanted him happy and even though she was a menace, she did all that for him and you couldn't break the idea of a happy family from him like that, so you just remained silent and the farthest from her possible.

So much that he really thought you hated his wife so he'd always bug you about it.

"Come on, you two and mom are the most important people in my life" He leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed under his chest. "Would you consider being nicer to her?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean to her" You rolled your eyes at him.

"You are not being nice to her as well" He said, frustration evident on his voice. "She is trying, come on. Stop being so distant, give her a chance" He huffed and you sighed, scratching your forehead with your eyes closed. You knew he wouldn't budge. "we'll go to our anual family trip and this time promise me you'll be nice to her" He pleaded. He really loved her.

Oh you were such a bitch.

"Will you stop annoying me with that matter?" You said, looking up from your computer and he nodded.

"I swear to god I will!" He said, knowing you'd break any time soon.

"Okay, okay..." You said. "I'll be nice to her, I promise" He smiled pulling you up in a bear hug.

"Thanks sis, you are the best" He ran out of your room all smiley.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Nothing is going to happen, relax" You sat on your bed, trying to take your mind off of any possible dirty thought.

For your surprise, you wouldn't be attending the trip due to a important presentation that you needed to get ready for, much for your brother's disappointement (and your relief).

You didn't need the temptation of having Choerry provoking you with her little lewd acts, making you dream of her between your legs and all the other fucked up stuff one could possibly think of. You were away from her. You were safe.

The weekend came by quickly and without much fuss your family left, leaving you all alone for the next five days. You studied, ate a little and overall just rehearsed over and over until you couldn't anymore.

Looking at the time, it was already 7pm and you realized nothing more would enter your brain so you decided to just taker a shower and relax eating a pizza.

You put your order up, going straight to the shower.

The warm water hit your back, relaxing your tense muscles and creating a cozy enviroment for you to close your eyes for a moment and allowing you to finally think of the problem you avoided by not going on the family trip. She would be there to tempt you, to taunt you and haunt your dreams like a predator haunting it's prey.

She knew how much she affects you, you were sure of it; and still, she basked on the feeling of being rejected by you, on the way you avoid her gaze but goes completely silent whenever she touches your waist or say anything right by your ear...

Uncounsciously your hand slipped down between your legs, making you tremble when it touched your sensitive clit.

"Fuck" You muttered, feeling the slick between your folds. You circled your clit with your middle finger, eyes still closed in concentration thinking of her, torn between shame and arousal.

You moaned louder than the first few whimpers, realizing you could be loud all you wanted because you were by yourself; your free hand grabbed one of your boobs with brute force as an attempt to make yourself cum soon, since you had a pizza to get downstairs and you were so needy you needed to get off quickly.

Your hips jolted a bit, feeling your orgasm built in your belly; a string of moans and curses leaving your hips as you frantically circled your clit, squeezing your whole boob with your hand. You came hard, losing all strenght you had on your legs and sliding to the floor, pulsing and aching for more, almost crying in frustration. Jerking off wasn't enough anymore. You needed someone.

You needed her.

After a few minutes you went out of the shower, wrapping a towel over your body and one on your hair, humming something on the way to your room.

The scream you let out was loud, terrifying.

In your bed was her, sprawled out like a magazine cover, mindleslly scrolling through your phone on her side, wearing a plaid skirt and a tank top that barely covered her chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" You said . Not that you prefered her exactly, but she wasn't supposed to be in town and it was better her than a thief or a stalker inside your house.

"Oh, hello" She said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "Your brother didn't tell you, right?" She devilishly smiled, getting up. Her eyes scanned you up and down as she walked towards you, making you clutch your towel. "He planned for me to stay with you this weekend since you wouldn't attend the family trip" She put her hands behind her body, leaning closer to you. "He even called it a girl's weekend"

You were sure she could read your mind, but still you tried to reject her.

"I don't want you here" You said, gulping when her eyes got serious and that dangerous smile didn't leave her lips.

"Your brother told me you would be nice" She said between her teeth, her face getting closer to yours.

"I said that so he'd leave me alone" You said with your chin up, defying her, rejecting her so she'd leave. She smiled wider.

"Good" Choerry bit her lip, straightening her back. "I don't like nice girls" She said, turning around. "I'll wait for you downstairs so we can watch a movie"

"We are not-" You tried telling her but she was already gone. Huffing, you closed your eyes as you felt the wetness between your legs.

After cleaning yourself, you dressed your light purple pajamas you were planning on before your little visit decided to show up, not minding in putting underwear or a bra at all; If she was going to be there anyway, you'd rather be comfortable. It was your house and not hers.

Going downstairs you saw her sitting on the couch, already deciding on what you two were going to watch. She turned to you, and you swore to yourself you saw her eyes darkening as they roamed around your body, stopping on your tits.

"Stop staring at me" You said, sitting on the other side of the couch and she raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" She simply asked in an amused tone.

"You make me uncomfortable" Grabbing a pillow to hug closer to your chest, you tucked your legs under your body as to hide from her predatory gaze.

She didn't say a thing, choosing the movie without asking you anything at all. She chose The Handmaiden and you didn't complain, you were dying to watch that movie and well, you didn't know she chose it for a very specific reason...

🌸🌸.

The air felt dense when that part of the movie came up, catching you by surprise. You didn't move and were barely breathing, scared she could feel how aroused you were. Contrary to what you've thought, she couldn't read your mind but your body language; your shallow breaths and the way your hand clung to the pillow while you squeezed your legs so so lightly it was almost impossible to get anything from that stimulation alone. In the movie the two protagonists were panting, moaning, screaming and-

The doorbell.

You quickly got up, running for your life like a deer on a dark road. It was the pizza guy. You got so caught up in avoiding your brother's wife you didn't even remember you had orderd pizza almost an hour ago. "Hi, I'm sorry for making you wait for so long" He said, apologetic. "My bike broke down in a place with really bad phone service" He scratched his head with his free hand.

"Oh, no problem at all" You smiled at him, feeling bad. "It happens" You shrugged.

"Here, take it" He said. "It's on the house" Blinking at you, he got a bit closer to give you the pizza. His eyes quickly scanned the cotton pajamas that clunged to your body, almost too revealing.

"What?" You grabbed the box. "No, let me pay you-" You were about to say as Choerry appeared right behind you, her body felt bigger as she leaned on the door frame.

"Take your money and leave" She threw cash at him with one hand, pulling you into her with the other, a yelp leaving your lips. "She is not interested" The guy frowned.

"My bad, I didn't know she was taken" He raised his hands and she scoffed.

"But she is, now fuck off" She closed the door on his face after pulling you out of the way. Your knees buckled with the feeling of her possessiveness over you, with her warm hand around your waist and her heavy breath on your ear.

"I'm not taken and get away from me" You sounded so unsure she scoffed.

"Why?" Her nails sunk on your tummy over your pajama top and you shivered. "Are you afraid you might do something you'll regret later?" She whispered, her breath fanning over your neck and you rolled your eyes as arousal hit you like a bullet.

You pulled yourself from her, going to the kitchen to put the pizza there and to get away from that vile creature. Choerry smiled, the thrill of chasing you getting her so wet she could feel her panties dampening.

The raven haired woman followed you to the kitchen; her steps precise, stopping right behind your body and pressing you against the counter. You felt something hard poking your ass, making you panic a little.

"What-" You started saying but you felt her firm hands grab your breasts as if they were made of plastic. Rough, needy and raw. "You are hurting me" You whimpered but you both knew it wasn't a whimper of pain. Far from that, to be precise.

"I know you like it when it hurts" She panted, biting on your neck with force as well and you trembled, a full moan slipping off of your pretty lips. "I've seen it over and over" Her hips kept a grinding motion over your ass, gropping and biting you all over.

"Please, stop..." Your lips said, but your mind kept screaming that you needed her. "My brother..."

"Your brother won't ever know I fuck his littler sister because she is a little pain slut who can't seem to get of properly by herself" She said in a mischievous tone, sucking dark spots on your neck while moaning on your ear. "You sounded so good today in the shower, fuck" She sucked a dark spot on your neck, almost growling onto your ear. "I am going to watch it again when I'm by myself"

You froze.

How did she know about the shower? Watch it again? Did she record you?

Pushing her away, you tried to run but your wobbly legs wouldn't let you go far and you fell face first on the living room's carpet.

"Yes, little one" She pulled you by the hair with so much force it lifted your face from the carpet. "Run from me as much as you possibily can" She gropped a fistfull of your ass and you moaned, tears pooling on your eyes. She turned your body around, locking your wrists above your head and straddling your waist.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked but she forcibly kissed you, biting your lower lip and making you whimper loudly. "God, f-fuck" It was all you managed to say when she kissed down your neck.

"I am doing this because it is what you want me to do" She held your cheeks between her fingers as you panted, trying to close your legs so she wouldn't find the wet spot in your shorts. "This cat and mouse game trying to keep me away only made me want you more and you know it"

She kissed you again, a hand squeezing down your neck and the other going down inside your shorts as your eyes rolled far back. She hissed when fingers found your folds covered in slick, and you moaned, squeezing her muscular arm as two fingers invaded you in one go.

"You don't want me touching you here, right?" She asked and you shook your head no, eyes closing in pleasure due to her fingers curling inside you and her other hand chocking you. "Lying whore" The hand that previously squeezed your neck slapped your breast so hard you almost came, your pussy clenching on her fingers.

She took her fingers off of you, both hands pulling the straps of your top so roughly they broke. She smiled.

"I always knew your breasts were sensitive, little mouse" She gropped them, pulling your nipples with blunt force. You screamed. That was too much, too much... and you wanted her to keep going, mind hazy with lustful thoughts, your poor brother long forgotten. "I like to watch you when you touch yourself because you always squeeze them to try getting off but it's too little for you, huh?"

"Please Choerry, please" Tears slid beautifully from your eyes as she slapped your bare breasts, each smack harder. Your skin was on fire and you were loving every single second of it.

She did it about 4 times each and you didn't even realize you were cumming all over your light purple shorts, the material getting dark all over the surface your arousal could reach.

You were trembling, shaking, crying, all at the same time. Your neck all marked up in darkening spots, tits burning and pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing... you were a mess. And she was yet to fuck you. Pulling you up as if you were nothing but a rag doll she lifted your ass up, forcing your face down. You tried to run again, and she scoffed, pulling you by the hair.

"Now that you know I like chasing you, you'll keep doing it right?" She pulled your shorts down, letting go of your hair to pull your ripped top over your head too, leaving you completely naked and ready for her to take. "Look" She made you kneel by her side as she did the same, lifiting her skirt up to show you the big strap she was packing.

"It's too big" You pulsed when her eyes glimmered.

"You'll make it fit" She grabbed you by the hair. "Now suck" She pulled your face down roughly, your lips finding the tip of that grotescally huge thing.

It was at least 10 inches and girthy, so much that your cheeks were puffed as you tried pushing your face lower. Choerry held you by the hair, not moving her hips, but her eyes were on your pretty lips wrapped around her cock, drooling on her lap and thighs, making a mess.

"Fucking slut..." She growled when you gagged, not able to put it all in your mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for so long" She pushed your head further down and you gagged again, your pussy dripping on the carpet. She pulled you off of the faux cock, immediately kissing your plump lips as you tried your best to breathe.

"You are going to take me so well" Her kisses descended from your lips to your chest area that were covered in your drool, as you tangled your hands on her locks. Licking your nipples she let out a moan of satisfaction when her eyes found the dark spots on your neck.

It seemed like she knew you with the back of her hand as you felt her teeth envelope your nipple, biting and tugging with precise force to make you cry out.

"Oh my god, oh m-" You whinced when she did the same with the other, slapping the one she just bit.

"Fuck baby" She turned you around, pushing your head down again. "Will you let me do as I please?" She said on your ear, her fingers grabbing the skin of your ribs and tugging at it to bring you pain and mark you on the process.

"No" You said and she slapped there, making you yelp.

"I will use you anyway, you slut" She said, spitting on the fake thing. You shook your head no but she was already positioned behind you, sweat dripping from her face. "Look at this little whore hole" She plucked two fingers inside of your pussy, panting in anticipation, smearing your wetness all over her fake shaft.

It was so girthy it was hard to wrap her fingers around it and she smiled. Oh you were going to take her so well.

"Your pussy is so little, fuck..." She tapped your slit with it and you moaned, grabbing the carpet under you as to try bracing yourself.

But well, nothing could have prepared you for the amount of pressure and pain a 10 inch dildo could bring. She was only halfway in but it was already too much.

"Please, it hurts" You rolled your eyes far back in your skull and she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Choerry said, slapping your ass with bruising force.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to push her away and run far from her. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You loved it. The feeling of being used, your little holes being filled with something so big and heavy... it all made you tremble with desire.

"Y-yes" You cried out when she pushed one more inch inside, almost all in. "please, use me" You said, biting the back of your hand, drooling all over it as tears escaped from your eyes.

"Oh, my little pain slut" She pulled you up by the hair, sliding the rest of the dildo inside of you. The moan you released was gutural, deep. It was almost splitting you in half but if she told you to take a few more inches you would. For her you would.

You felt pride cursing through your veins like a snake's venom. You could take it, all of it.

Oh you were so aroused.

Choerry bit your shoulder, tugging at one of your nipples as her other hand held your hips very firmly, nails digging deep in your flesh. She moved her hips and you immediately started shaking, feeling the tip hit so deep you were sure it would be hard to sit and to stand as well the other day.

Her hips took off, her hand tangled in your hair near the scalp almost making your whole body bend backwards as she kept biting and licking your back and neck.

"I bought this especially for you" She grunted due to the force of her thrusts, her eyes also rolling back due to the pleasure of fucking you coursing through her veins. "I watch you every single night, do you know that?"

You were listening but you couldn't process anything correctly. Your brain focusing only on the pain and pleasure of being used, on her hand going to your lower tummy to press there and make you cry out even harder.

"I saw you push almost your whole hand inside of this needy pussy of yours and you gave me the idea of buying this huge thing" She slapped your ass, holding both sides of your hips hard enough to break the skin. You babbled, eyes rolling back as your upper body fell down on the carpet, your body shaking. "You fucking whore, you love the ideia of big things inside you, huh?"

She turned you around, not taking the big cock off of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and you looked beautifully fucked out already.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside to then slap your cheek. Your boobs kept bouncing with each hard thrust and Choerry gave you a wicked smile, grabbing them with might.

"You are creaming, god" She said between moans. "You'll be mine from now on" Lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, she kept pulling you down to impale you in the 10 inch dildo, holding her own orgasm so she could release at the same time as you.

"Choerry, please" You cried out. "F-feels too good, fuck" You thought you were about to lose counsciousness, feeling your body go limp as your eyes were almost shut, but she didn't stop there.

Choerry gropped and tugged harder on your nipples, fully pulling you back to earth. You screamed for her to not stop, pleading for her touch that hurt and burned and yet you wanted more.

"Cum for me" She spat, fake cock deep inside of you and so you did as your whole body tensed up, shaking as your muscles battled against each other.

Her orgasm hit her hard as well, wetting the leather harness and making her whole body shake as she pulled you closer to her embrace to lick and bite you. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate that. Her number one obsession was right there in her arms, passed out due to how good she made her feel, a panting wreck.

She let go of you, pulling the dildo out of your slit to slip off the harness. You could barely keep your eyes open but you saw her lean back to pull her damp panties aside, fingers pressing against her slit until she pushed past the entrance, slightly hissing. Gathering her juices on her fingers she pulled them out, bringing them to your lips.

"Suck" She said and you, entranced by that absolutly insane woman, did exactly as she told you. Eagerly sucking on her fingers, eyes hazy and body still twithcing from the force of your orgasm. She pulled her fingers from your mouth to replace them with her tongue, humming in appreciation at her own taste.

"You are mine, do you understand?" She whispered, lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes in shame and she held you by the neck, squeezing it. "Tell me you are mine, or else I don't know what I might do to you" She bit your neck and your pussy clenched, eyes rolling far back.

"I am yours" You hushed against her lips, a lonely tear escaping your right eye.

"Yes you are" She tapped your face with her fingers, getting up to watch your pussy as it leaked and clenched, still stretched out because of the huge dildo she shoved inside of you.

You saw her eyes darken, her raven hair falling in beautiful cascades around her perky tits.

"If you liked this monster cock I'm sure you'll love my fist all up in your pussy, pretty slut" She bit her lip and you eagerly nodded. "Oh you are so perfect for me..." She said, before shoving three fingers inside you to prepare your slit for her fist.

[bloodlust-1]

I think your writing it beautiful! I think you'd write Gale's inter struggle excellently. Him wrestling with feelings for Tav before confessing or pursuing them properly. Because guilt and the orb and they're supposed to be focusing on the mission and the tadpole and the timing is awful. I think the softness you've given him would lend really well to that.

Thank you anon <3 and Yes! Ofc. Gale battling to keep his feelings subtle, but its unapologetically obvious to everyone around him expect himself.

⊱Is this love⊰

Gale x fem Tav — fluff, angst

Summary: Gale tried to be subtle, he totally wasn’t looking at Tav. But when she catches him, it triggered an array of emotions he battled within himself.

Notes: this was a request, so I hope you like this anon<3 (also merry Christmas Eve!)

Short and sweet

Gale had his nose buried in a book, but was he really reading? Nope! In truth, the book in his hands was nothing more than a shield, a way for him to keep a watchful eye on Tav as she chatted with Shadowheart at her tent. He was so focused on Tav that he could've missed a world-changing plot twist on the page in front of him.

Sweaty palms clutched the oversized book tightly. Gale kept his gaze down, desperately trying to be subtle about the fact that he was staring at her. Their time in the weave together echoed in his mind and he felt an intense heat rising up within him.

How could she think of them kissing? Gale never even dreamed of it. Now, she was barely giving him the time of day, as if she hadn't just brought up the thought of them sharing a romantic moment. He felt so confused, embarrassed, and flustered.

Gale didn't exactly hate the idea of her lips. Actually, he noticed just how plump they were and what it would be like to kiss them.

He cussed himself under his breath. This was no time for love. Feeling guilty, it only resurfaced old heartbreak with Mystra. How he craved to be better than the man he used to be.

Gale nervously bit down on his lower lip, slowly peeling away the skin as his mind raced. Did he say something wrong? Did he scare her away with his burdens? Or the orb that cursed him? He reasoned that she was someone he could trust, but he couldn't ignore the fact that Tav was incredibly attractive. She was exactly his type.

STEALTH CHECK: FAILED.

As Gale lowered his book to peek another look, his soft brown eyes were met with another pair. He jumped back with a small gasp and clutched his book like it was the last thing on earth. His face instantly burned red from embarrassment.

"Hey Gale," Tav said, trying to sound casual. She placed a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "I saw you back there. Are you okay?"

Tav paused, studying Gale's reaction. She thought he was a nerdy-nice guy, but his lingering gaze towards Shadowheart made her heart sink a bit. Taking a deep breath, she continued.

"Listen, if you like Shadowheart, I'm willing to make a deal with you. Let's just forget about what happened the other night." She flashed him a reassuring smile, hoping to salvage any bond between them.

Gale exhaled a heavy sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just survived a heart attack. His body relaxed a little as Tav spoke, causing his eyes to widen in contradiction. "I assure you," he blurted out in a teacher-like tone,

"I was not looking at Shadowheart." Gale's mouth moved faster than his brain could keep up with, and he quickly realized he had just let the cat out of the bag. As his words hung in the air, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He had unintentionally confessed something he had been trying to keep secret.

"Oh-" Tav's eyes widened as the realization hit her, letting out a small gasp, "Oh!" Before she cracked a nervous, flustered smile, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of red. "I uhm...wow." she chuckled, crossing her arms and rubbing the side of her arm in shyness, "What a relief.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was he doing?

Gale nervously ran his fingers along the spine of the book, trying to keep his hands busy. He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry. I tend to get carried away with my words. Please forgive me for my blabbering mouth."

Tav smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with something Gale couldn't quite put his finger on. Her cheeks had a rosy hue to them that made his heart skip a beat. Was it possible that she felt the same way he did?

His knees grew weak as he heard her say, "It's quite okay, I don't mind at all." He could hardly believe it - was it really okay with her? Could she feel the same way he did?

A wave of guilt crashed over Gale as he thought of his past heartbreak. It was an unfamiliar territory with Tav, but also strangely invigorating. His heart raced and he felt a renewed sense of importance - something he had been missing for far too long. Gale couldn't deny that he was enjoying the feeling of being wanted and desired. Something Mystra had been revoking from him for so long.

Gale smiled shyly and looked down at the ground, unable to meet Tav's gaze. She brought the heavens to the earth realm in a way he never thought possible - her presence made his old, rusty heart start to move again and he couldn't deny the pleasure it brought. But at the same time, it scared him to open up his heart after so long, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. Or how to even fix himself to be better for her.

Tav's infectious giggle and lighthearted teasing echoed in the air as she remarked, "You're welcome to stare all you want, but I would much rather have your company than distant looks." She winked and intertwined her hands together, clasping them in front of her body before flashing a soft, knowing grin.

Tav slowly backed away, her gaze never straying from Gale's puppy eyes. With a final, lingering look, Tav disappeared to her tent, her graceful sway still lingering in the air.

Gale couldn't help but be drawn to her beauty, mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips and the peacefulness of her aura. He let out a soft breath of admiration as he mouthed the word 'wow'.

His thoughts trailed off as he wondered to himself: Have I already fallen for her? He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a flutter of nerves in his stomach. Even with this tadpole, Tav made it so hard to concentrate on the mission.

Yes, he was already in love and it consumed all his guilty feelings into something happier. His heart was light for Tav. How he wished to properly pursue Tav without this dammed tadpole.

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello!! First of all, thank you for all the amazing work you give this fandom, we're thriving thanks to your writing 🫶 second, I have a fic prompt 😊 I was thinking Donna has only had relations with reader once, and ever since then Donna hasn't had the courage to approach the reader physically. Donna is very shy and she's feeling very nervous around reader. She keeps stuttering and trembling around her. However Donna has been feeling more and more lustful, but instead she choses to avoid the reader physically more and more, finding random reasons to move away from reader and leaving the room abruptly. One day the reader announces they're going to the village to buy something but for some reason they return home early and they find Donna pleasuring herself in the living room. Donna is startled and ashamed and tries to run from reader but reader stops Donna and smut ensues 🤭

Can reader be AFAB and dom? Thank you so much!!!

Yess!!! Thank you for your request and for your nice words!!! I'm so happy with your support!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!! :))))

Avoiding you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities

Word count: 5,050

Summary:  Donna is starting to be nervous and you don't know why...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Hey, are you okay, honey?” You asked softly, gently stroking the hair of the woman who lay next to you in that poorly lit bedroom.

She nodded slowly, but without looking at your face. You couldn't blame her and you weren't going to. After all, that night was her first time.

Fate was sometimes capricious, and for you even more so. You couldn't tell what kind of heroic or altruistic act you had committed in the boring existence of your village life. But it rewarded you in the best possible way: by having in your hands the heart of Donna Beneviento, a powerful Lord, superior to all simple villagers like you.

A slow, almost desperate relationship, but one in which you used everything you had to make it move forward. Sick, scared, shy, it didn't matter what Donna was like at first, how reluctant she was to abandon her shame and use her own voice, to show you her face, always hidden by that horrible black veil.

But luck smiled on you again, it always smiled on you, getting Donna to confess her love for you, the desire she had to love someone, and be loved. She was an extraordinary woman, cultured, intelligent and kind. Everything was displayed in front of you as that black cloth disappeared and you could admire her beauty. Like a gift that you had not been able to open, Donna Beneviento revealed herself to you, just as she was, just as she wanted you to see her.

You had loved her for much longer. You loved her before you knew that the beautiful woman from the portrait hanging on the stairs was her, and not an illusion. Only the soft sound of her voice, her shy caresses and her innocent look could make you realize that none of that was a dream, but a reality, your reality.

“I haven't hurt you, right?” You asked again, looking worried at her face, ashamed for the pleasure she had received thanks to you.

She shook her head, not wanting to say anything, wanting to leave as a sample of her words, the high-pitched moans and desperate gasps from just a few minutes ago.

That was the last detail missing from your relationship, one that you used to give more importance to in other previous relationships. Intimate relationships stopped being simple moments of fun for you, now they were much more than that, it was the liberation of her shame, her shyness, it was naked love, in the purest sense of the word.

“I was as gentle as I could,” you whispered, trying to drag the words out of her mouth. That out of place comment made Donna move away from your chest, looking at you curiously and clumsily covering her body with the sheets.

“What do you mean?” She finally asked, her voice soft, low, shy, embarrassed by how scandalous it had been before.

You smiled at your small triumph, hugging her a little tighter.

“Well, I usually tend to be a bit more… Dominant,” you explained, getting embarrassed too. She growled in annoyance at your comment.

“I don't want you to talk about how you did it with other people, (Y/N),” Donna hissed angrily, clutching the sheets in her hands.

You grabbed them slowly, loosening the strength of her grip. You should have known how horrible it was for Donna to know that she wasn't the first, that your heart was secondhand.

“Sorry, it was just a comment,” you apologized, lifting her chin and capturing her lips with yours, calming the tremors that began to form in her body.

“What do you mean by dominant?” She asked, to your surprise. You laughed softly and shrugged, amused by that shy innocence, so unlike for a servant of Mother Miranda.

“Let's see... I don't know how to explain it. Let's just say that I like to be in control all the time, you know...” You sighed, being as impartial as possible. You didn't want to scare her or anything like that. It had taken you a lot to get there, to make Donna lose her fear of loving you fully. You didn't want to go back.

“No, I don’t know. That's why I’m asking,” the brunette responded abruptly. You didn't give it any importance. You were already used to her nervousness making her speak that way.

“Well, I guess someday you might want to try...” You sighed, ending that absurd conversation.

That night was wonderful. All her shy caresses, all her kisses, stopped being so shy at least for a while. You had achieved something that you thought was difficult, that Donna trusted you completely. From that moment on, the only thing in your head was excitement for everything that was to come.

It didn't take more than a couple of weeks to realize that you were wrong.

Slowly, Donna moved away from you. You didn't know why, you didn't know if you were responsible, you just knew that you missed the soft contact of her skin against yours more and more.

“What is my beautiful Donna doing?” You asked, entering the workshop where she spent more and more time. For a few days now, all you could do was to chase her around the house, to corner her so she had no choice but to talk to you, or try to.

“Hello, (Y/N),” the lady in black said, with a cold tone, which made you shiver and search your head for exactly what your mistake was. “I'm working on my dolls.”

 You rolled your eyes and nodded, moving closer and leaning on his shoulders, placing your lips on his cheek. Donna trembled, as if she had been scared, and turned her head towards you, blinking repeatedly.

“I’m, I'm, working,” she stammered when she saw your perverse smile, the smile that made her nervous, more than usual.

“Yes, I see that...” You said, letting her breathe with an arched eyebrow. “Am I bothering you?”

“No, no, it's just that... With you so close I... It's hard for me to concentrate,” she said nervously, moving in the chair, as if your mere presence was uncomfortable for her. You, not wanting to ask the reason for her strange attitude, continued with your usual jokes.

“Oh, I guess that's a compliment,” you purred into her ear, making her gasp at that mischievous whisper.

“Yes, I... No, I don't know, I guess so,” Donna stammered again, trying her best not to make eye contact with you.

“Donna...” You sighed, already impatient to know the reason for her worries, moving away and sitting in a chair next to her. “You've been avoiding me for two weeks. Tell me, what’s going on?”

“I'm not avoiding you,” she said, leaving the half-made porcelain doll next to her, with a serious face, but an obvious tremor in her hands.

“Aren’t you?” You asked, amused, incredulous, getting a little closer to her and placing your hand on her leg, to which she moved hastily so that your touch left her. “So what was that?”

“Nothing,” Donna replied, frowning, as if you had asked a stupid question.

“Nothing,” you repeated ironically.

“Niente,” she whispered, playing with the things on the table so as not to seem more nervous.

“Uh-huh,” you said, nodding, suspicious. “Well, then I guess I'll go...” You said mockingly, running a hand down her back and getting up from the chair.

“Wait, don't leave,” she murmured, grabbing your wrist to prevent your intention to leave the place. You didn't mean to, of course.

“Do you want me to stay?” You asked, crossing your arms. She nodded timidly, pointing to the chair you were occupying moments before.

You obeyed suspiciously, letting her work in silence while your mind wandered through all the possibilities that could explain her strange behavior. After thinking about all the options, only one of them remained your favorite.

“Hey, Donna,” you whispered, in the softest voice possible, drawing her attention in a non-invasive way, remembering yourself a few months ago, when Lady Beneviento was unable to speak for herself, when she used Angie to do it.

She stopped and then looked at you out of the corner of her eye, thus telling that she was listening to you.

“Is it because of what happened the other day? Is it because we made love?” You asked again, with that same delicacy. Her hands shook again, but she shook her head, trying to dispel that suspicion, which, of course, she failed to do.

“No,” she said with a dry voice, not bothering to look at you. She was nervous, and you already knew what could worry her.

“Did you not feel comfortable? Did I do something wrong?” You insisted, to which she sighed deeply, shaking her head again.

“It was, it was... Wond, wonderful,” Donna stammered with heavy breathing. You smiled pleased at the response.

“Okay...” You whispered, caressing her hand gently, making her close her eye at the pleasure of your skin caressing hers.

It might seem like it was a phase, a few bad days in which the demons of the lady in black prevented her from behaving normally. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was different. Her breathing was fine, she was not suffering from panic or involuntary spasms. The only thing that kept her calm was running away from your kisses, your caresses, each time with weaker and weaker excuses.

“Mmm, I love how soft your skin is...” You murmured, hugging the brunette in the bed, wanting to taste her body again, experience those sensations once again.

She laughed shyly, but her body moved away the closer it got to yours. You thought that maybe a second dose of pure love could take her doubts away, but it didn't.

The moment your hands caressed her soft skin beneath her nightgown, her fleeing movements grew stronger until, comically, Donna fell off the bed with a dull thud.

“Wow...” You laughed amused, leaning over the edge. “Donna, are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” she said, grumbling and rubbing her back. You tried not to laugh at her attitude, but without success.

“Come on, go back to bed,” you said, patting the mattress. She shook her head, dodging your hand from grabbing her nightgown.

“No, I... I'm going to take... A shower,” the doll maker said, excusing herself again. You nodded and got out of bed.

“Now? I'm in,” you said in her ear, preventing her from running away from you again, grabbing her by the waist.

“I... I...” Donna murmured, confused by the kisses you began to plant on her neck. She was shaking, embarrassed by your proposal. “Okay, okay… But, but we're just going to take a shower.”

Even under warm water you couldn't get close to her. The sight of her naked body was just like torture to your innate lust. But you didn't want to pressure her, tell her how much you missed those kisses, those laughs, those caresses...

All your attempts failed. Your advances went from being more discreet to displaying your naked body in front of her. Donna seemed like a different person, fleeing from that vision that she had previously considered almost like a goddess.

Nothing seemed to make her stay still, stop disappearing when your hands caressed her skin without warning, when you grabbed Donna and harassed her with your burning kisses.

Her nervousness was increasing and the heat of her cheeks revealed her desire to fulfill your own fantasies. But something prevented her. Something made her shyness cloud all the progress you had made.

“(Y/N)... I'm, I'm reading...” The lady in black protested while your hands went down her legs, while your mouth delighted in her skin while she read helplessly next to you.

“Okay, keep reading,” you said, skillfully untying several buttons on the top of her dress, making her close her eye and shake her head, trying to prevent your hands from going down or up her leg even further.

“No, no, I...” Donna stammered, overcome by the pleasure of your caresses, moving under the fabric of her dress, scratching her skin with your nails, surrounding the hot area that was between her legs.

“Shhh, relax,” you whispered, removing her underwear with your fingers and caressing her wet folds. Donna gasped in surprise and backed away, almost tripping in the process. It was another one of her comical escapes which you rolled your eyes at and couldn't help but growl in frustration. “Donna…”

“It's just that now... No, it's not the time,” she apologized, retying the buttons that kept her beautiful body hidden from your lascivious eyes.

“It's never the time for you,” you said with a slightly less soft tone, letting out some of your helplessness. “Come on, what's wrong with you?”

“No, nothing,” she stammered, controlling her breathing. “Everything's fine.”

“No, nothing's fine,” you corrected, standing up as she slowly backed away, looking everywhere except to your eyes. “Come on, let me give you some pleasure, you're looking forward to it, your body gives you away, darling...” You murmured, emphasizing the moisture that shone on your fingers, something that made her face to turn completely red. She backed away faster, stumbling and almost falling to the wooden floor.

“But what are you doing?” You mocked in amusement, laughing softly at her erratic movements. “Donna, come on, stop fooling around and come here, I just want to relieve you.”

She shook her head, looking around her, looking for some stupid excuse to get away from you.

“No, no, I... No, no... I can't,” Donna stammered, making you roll your eyes and walk slowly.

“Why?” You asked, with a serious, firm tone, grabbing her shoulders so she would stop shaking.

“Because I... I... Look, (Y/N), what a disaster...” she said in a slightly higher tone, pointing to the small fruit bowl that rested on top of the dining room table.

“What?” You asked amused, looking at the table and raising your eyebrows. Donna nodded and pointed her finger at the bowl to make you look at it again.

“Don't you see it? It's horrible,” she sighed, approaching that fruit bowl, taking the opportunity to get away from you.

“I don't see anything, Donna,” you whispered, scratching your head uncertainly. She always succeeded. She always managed to divert your attention from your lustful thoughts.

“That's it, nothing,” she said, nodding with a more confident look. “We don't have fruit, (Y/N)”

“Fruit,” you repeated, frowning. She nodded, walking over to a cupboard and opening a drawer, tossing you a bag of coins.

“Go, (Y/N), go to buy some fruit,” Donna ordered with a serious look, kicking the wooden floor impatiently. You, faced with the worst possible excuse, and tired of that strange behavior, tilted your head with an expression of distrust.

“Now?” You asked, playing with the bag of coins, starting to think that you couldn't do anything to change her mind, unfortunately.

“Yes... I'm, I'm hungry,” Donna murmured, hurriedly pushing you towards the door. “Come on, hurry up, go.”

“Hey, hey, Donna, wait a minu...” You said, before the door closed in your face, leaving you confused and frustrated again. “Oh, great…”

You sighed in defeat, walking slowly through the forest. Your thoughts wandered over recent events, wondering what you could have done to make Donna become cold and absent.

It was true that your experience with women was far superior to hers but... She decided to take that step with you. She agreed to make love that night. Everything went well, even better than you expected. A quiet chat, a moment of jealousy, and an explanation about your tastes that Donna probably didn't need were the apparent trigger for that erratic behavior.

Donna always liked your caresses, your kisses. She always hugged you to remind herself that she was not going to lose you. Why didn't she already do it? Why did she seem to tremble every time you approached?

You still didn't have an answer when the village appeared in your eyes. The sign on the small store said something that you already knew “closed.”

Donna was so worried about getting rid of your “harassment” that she didn't even notice the fact that it was Sunday, and the village was on its day of rest. At least that walk had helped you to get some fresh air after all those tense days.

Slowly, you walked back to the old estate, kicking the snow, imagining it was the physical representation of Donna's shyness. The waterfall rose in front of you, and your desire to insist to show the love you felt for her was going dangerously low.

You opened the door with a frustrated sigh, leaving the bag of coins on the small table in the hall. The house was dangerously quiet, more than usual. Normally Angie would be walking around the house, laughing sinisterly.

The door that led to the living room was strangely closed, something that made you alert. There was something there that wasn't normal at all. But, feeling that caution was your best ally at that moment, you decided not to call your girlfriend, not to ask about her.

Making as less noise as possible, you opened the door, looking around. It seemed like no one was there but… Oh, yes. Yes you could hear something. You weren't alone at all. Strange gasps reached your ears, making you walk slower.

It couldn't be true, but you were seeing it; discreetly peeking into the corner that you and Donna frequented when drinking tea or reading, was the lady in black.

Her legs were spread and her eye was closed. You could notice how something moved under her dress, her hand, which seemed to caress that area that seemed forbidden to you. Your mouth was open and you had to cover yourself to not make a sound. It seemed the most unlikely thing, but you were seeing it.

Donna was pleasuring herself, although you couldn't see it, you could sense it because of her slow movements and her small moans camouflaged with gasps. A sudden heat appeared between your legs, and you decided to enjoy that strange and exciting vision.

“(Y/N)...” The lady moaned, as her movements changed, letting you know that her wetness was being caressed by her fingers as she threw her head back, increasing the speed.

Not sure whether to interrupt her or not, your body made the decision for you, walking a little closer to her, who seemed oblivious to your presence, sweaty and overwhelmed by her own pleasure.

Before you had time to take advantage of that moment, you decided that you wanted to join in the fun, or, at least have a better view. Just seeing her, hearing her moan as her hand got lost in her dress, could make your body tremble, eager to participate.

“Wow, wow... Are you having a good time?” You murmured, moving a little closer, making her stop immediately, opening her eye wide and turning her head towards you.

Donna moaned in surprise and embarrassment, removing her hand from her dress and wanting to disappear from that place, her face red with excitement and embarrassment.

“(Y/N), what? What are you doing here?” She asked scared, trying to hide. Too late for that...

“If you wanted to get away from me and be alone, you just had to tell me, honey,” you joked, approaching the couch slowly, leaving her no room to escape, something she was already willing to do.

“No, I... I wasn't doing anything, I...” Donna murmured, looking for something on the couch, something that you had already seen resting on the floor.

Gently removing her hand, you picked it up, showing her discarded underwear to her deepest and most painful embarrassment.

“Are you looking for this, my love?” You joked, playing with the garment in your hand. She moaned at her humiliation and tried to take it from you, which you prevented by gently pushing her back onto the couch.

“Please, please, let me go...” She begged with a broken voice on the verge of crying. You relaxed your attitude, but you didn't let her go, keeping your hand on her shoulder.

“Donna, Donna, Donna...” You whispered with a mocking voice, trying to reassure the lady in black, who had never suffered such great humiliation, or so it seemed. “Why were you touching yourself without me?”

“I wasn't,” she lied, looking away from you, in vain, because your hand rested on her chin, forcing her to look at you.

“Please...” You sighed, laying her down on the couch so she wouldn't be tempted to run away. Knowing that under the black fabric of her dress there was only her skin, her wet entrance, only made you even more excited, lying on top of her, with your legs on either side of her hips.

“I can, I can explain it,” she said defeated, sighing and closing her eye in shame, trying not to feel the currents of pleasure that the movements of your hips sent to her body.

“I'm looking forward to hear it,” you said, approaching her lips, moving your hand up her leg, feeling her hot skin under your nails, forcing her with your fiery caresses to confess the reason for her extravagant and… Exciting, attitude.

Even if your first intention was to let her talk about it, her neck screamed for you to fill it with your kisses, for your teeth to bite her skin while your hand made its way to the wet center between her legs. She was terribly aroused by her own touch. Maybe you could take advantage of that.

“(Y/N)... Please...” Donna moaned, unable to resist your soft touch, your fingers slowly running through her wetness, up and down, without rushing, making her hips dance with yours.

“No, Donna,” you said, shaking your head, taking your hand away from her to rub her inner thigh, making the lady moan from the lack of contact, the contact she wanted so much. “You are a very naughty woman…” You whispered seductively, making her shyness reflect again on her face while she tried not to express with her eye the desire she had for you to continue.

“Please... I, I'll tell you everything later, just... Just touch me, please...” She murmured with her hand on her mouth, biting her knuckles to repress her burning and obvious desire. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head.

“Oh, now you want me to touch you?” You asked with a hoarse voice, running your other hand over her chest, getting rid of the annoying buttons on the top of her dress. Poor Donna could only nod. “I'm sorry, my love... You've been avoiding me for a long time and... And I find you touching yourself... I want an explanation, darling, or I won't touch you.”

Donna moaned childishly, hitting the couch with one of her fists. You laughed amused, planting small kisses along her chest only covered by her bra.

“I just...” She murmured, with a tone of voice that didn’t correspond to pleasure, rather, to shame. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”

“Cruel?” You asked, surprised by that accusation, forgetting about your torture to listen to her reasoning.

“I was never with anyone and you... You did things... With other women and I... I'm useless,” she said, relaxing her breathing. Hearing that statement, you paused in your actions, bringing your hand to her cheek and brushing the thumb over a tear that fell from her eye.

“You're not useless, Donna,” you said, now with a serious, firm tone, stopping the lustful movements of your hips.

“I am, don't pretend I'm not,” Donna said, sitting up and frowning, angry and frustrated.

“Come on, don't tell me you didn't want us to make love just because of...” You said, slowly discovering the reason for her nervousness.

“What did you want to do it for? So I would make a fool of myself? So you could go back to those women who did wonderful things to you?” She snapped at you, letting out her true feelings. You could only put on a tender smile before bending down to kiss her lips salty with tears.

“You're not useless, Donna. Don't make a fool of yourself. I like to love you, I like you to love me. I'm not going to go with anyone else, I don't want anyone else, you understand?”

“But I’m not…”

“Shh, silence, my dear... Let me take away those doubts from you,” you whispered, diverting what seemed like a painful confession, towards one of your acts of love, or lust, you were also quite needy.

Your hand went to hers, taking her fingers and bringing them to your mouth in a sensual manner, enjoying the taste of her arousal in them, something that made Donna moan.

“You're delicious, Donna,” you whispered under her watchful gaze, and she looked at you surprised and excited by your actions. “I love your flavor.”

She smiled shyly, a blush replacing the sadness on her cheeks. Her lips became autonomous, kissing yours passionately. It seemed like everything was back to normal, but you still had a small grudge that you weren't going to forget easily.

“Mmm, what I should do with you now?” You asked to yourself, letting her hand go and pretending to think of a punishment for her actions.

“Touch me, please, make love to me...” She asked you, taking your hand between her legs, under her dress, which covered her bright arousal.

“But hey, are you demanding me?” You joked, covering her wetness with the palm of your hand, stroking her painfully slowly, making her gasp and kick at the lack of intensity of your touch.

“I can, I could beg you... I need you...” The doll maker whispered, moving her hips to increase the friction, which made you laugh sinisterly.

“Beg then, Donna, you've been a bad girl,” you whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe and tugging lightly. She nodded, her eye already closed, seeking that relief that you interrupted, and for which she was being punished.

“I'm begging you, (Y/N), please...” She murmured, gasping at your soft caresses, at your finger slowly playing with her clit, with her most sensitive spot, making her moan for this contact.

“It's not enough, my love,” you said, feigning a pout, lowering your finger to her entrance, running over it without entering, increasing her need even more, making her body stir under yours. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want, Donna.”

“I've already told you, I... I want...” She said, with a tone of protest, fighting against her own body to not touch itself again, something that you could notice by the position of her hands, very close to yours.

“If you want me to touch you, I want to hear it from your lips one more time. I want you to put an end to that absurd shyness of yours,” you said with a serious, almost threatening tone. You definitely couldn't be the way you were before, with other women. No, Donna didn't deserve the humiliating treatment you enjoyed, but that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun.

“I want...” She murmured, burning with desire, moving her hips again while your fingers sank little by little into her moisture. “Please, (Y/N), make love to me…”

“Well...” You sighed, giving in to her pleas, introducing your finger inside of her, making her sigh in relief and relax her body. “I guess I have to listen to you…”

Slowly, your finger worked into her wetness beneath her lustful moans, ones that had nothing to do with hers from her first time. You could finally know how long she had been repressing her desire, her own lust, just for the stupid reason of being afraid of not being good enough or experienced enough for you.

“Do you want more?” You asked with a softer tone, but still torturing her with slow movements, with caresses under her bra, with kisses on her skin. She nodded profusely, to which you smiled mischievously. “I haven’t heard you.”

The sternness of your voice caused another anxious moan from her lips and another desperate movement as yours became slower and slower.

“More, (Y/N), please,” she asked through clenched teeth, furious at your demands, so shocking to her shy and reserved nature.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” You asked, caressing the skin of her cheek, playing with another finger at her entrance, ready to please her if you heard what you wanted.

“Yes, yes, I'll be good,” she said, moaning at her words, wanting to move in a way that meant seeing her desires fulfilled.

“Are you going to touch yourself again without my permission?” You asked with a purr, relieving the brunette's anxiety with more caresses on her chest, with more kisses on her skin.

“No, no, (Y/N)...” Donna gasped, smiling at your attitude. Apparently your dominant side didn't scare her as much as it seemed.

“Who should touch you, my love?” You whispered, playing with your fingers, wanting to fulfill her wish, for her body to arch like that time, like your first time.

“You, just you, please...” Donna begged, pulling at your clothes, having difficulty controlling her movements. “Please…”

“It's okay, Donna... It's okay... You're a good girl...” You whispered before inserting a second finger into her body, making her moan in relief when her wetness covered your fingers, when your movements became firm, doing just what she needed.

Her moans and hip movements became messier. You knew she was close, embarrassingly close.

“(Y/N), I…. I'm going to...” Donna moaned hurriedly as you curled your fingers, making her body tense, her back rising and her walls hugging your fingers, screaming in pleasure, enjoying her release.

“Good girl...” You whispered in amusement, licking your fingers as she caught her breath. “I love you, Donna.”

She looked at you, still exhausted, and nodded, with a shy smile.

“Me too, so, so much... Forgive me, (Y/N), I just...”

Your fingers rested on her lips, silencing them as your gaze darkened.

“I never thought I would say this but... Donna, shut up. I think I can find a better use for your tongue, you still owe me one...”

[thrashyraccoon]

Jealous Guy (Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Another guy starts hanging around you at work and Eddie is concerned about it.

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You and Eddie have been together for a year and have known each other for two years since you moved to Hawkins. You met in high school, but you've already graduated and work at one of the few grocery stores in town, which Eddie is struggling to finish his senior year. Your relationship is still going very well, as it was at the beginning, but now the boy had reasons to be jealous. A nondescript Harry started hanging around your workplace, or more precisely you. A guy five years older with short blonde hair who wears leather almost 24/7. Of course, Eddie had never seen him. He heard that description from you because you told him about Harry, that he was nice and loved metal as much as Eddie. Then the boy thought to himself "it's cool, I won't forbid my partner from talking to customers in the store. Until he met one of your shift colleagues while picking you up from shift." Be careful, young, a certain guy comes up too often during your girlfriend's shifts. " He heard from a middle-aged woman in a work T-shirt, blond, medium curly hair, currently smoking a cigarette during her five-minute break, which usually lasted forever. And that's when fear and jealousy appeared in the boy. If he says she's a woman who ignores everything that's going on around her (including angry customers), so there must be something to it. A week has passed since the previous information and Eddie couldn't be bothered about it. He really hated being jealous of you and didn't want to be with you to argue about this guy. Eddie knew you loved him, but what if you realized he wasn't a good match for you after all and started dating Harry. After all, you were young, you had just finished school, many dreams were still ahead of you. And he? He couldn't even pass school, twice. So, not wanting to start a misunderstanding, he decided to drive over to your workplace after school, when you still had a few hours before your shift started, to meet the employee he talked to last week.

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Boy got deya vu. Just like that time, a bored blonde was standing in front of the store door, smoking her cigarette. "Hey, can we talk? I have a case." said Eddie, who was glared at by the woman in response. After a second, however, she returned to her previous activity. “It's about the guy who hangs around y/n.”

This time, without even looking at the metalworker, the employee extended her hand towards him, gesturing for him to give her the cash.

"I have 5 dollars on me," he took out a bill, which she took literally in less than a second and put it in her cleavage.

"He often comes for a Marlboro and they reheat the pizza, it's usually when your partner is there. They always talks eachother" She said, taking another puff of the cigarette

"I know that he's coming. Do you know what they're talking about?" The blonde once again made the payment gesture. The boy took out cash and gave the woman "I have $3 more."

"He hangs around and that I've heard him compliment twice, but y/n seems unfazed by it. You don't have to worry about it."

On the one hand, the metalhead breathed a sigh of relief after this statement because he knew that his partner was not going to leave him for someone else, but on the other hand, he lost $8 irretrievably because of this information. However, he didn't feel confident about the fact that his lover was surrounded by a other guy. For peace of mind, he decided to talk to you about it without any secondary conclusions."

"Thanks so much for the information."

"No problem. Now get out of here or you're disrupting my shift, shaggy."

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A day has passed since the conversation with your supervisor. Eddie was sitting on the bed in his room planning the next d&d campaign for next Friday since we had nothing to do until you got back from your noon shift. Just then, the boy heard the front door open and Uncle Wayne's voice announcing that "Eddie's in his room." The bedroom door opened, but the metal man didn't bother to look who came in because he knew full well it was you.

“Hi Eds,” you said, giving the boy a kiss on his full head of hair. After a while, you placed a few patches on the bed your boyfriend occupied, and the boy immediately looked at them out of curiosity.

"Thank you babe." He said, reaching for the first one on the bank, caressing it between his fingers. "Oh cool, Black Sabbath. Where are you from?"

"I got it from Harry, he said he didn't need it."

After that sentence, a confused Eddie fell silent and threw away the patch. The feeling of jealousy came to the fore again. He had to be sure now.

"Hey, what's going on?" You said, looking worriedly at your boyfriend as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Honey, will you be honest with me?"

"Always with you, Eds."

"Do…do you like Harry?" In response, he heard quite loud laughter, but not loud enough to wake up the neighbors around him. "Babe, I'm serious!"

You decided to keep a straight face and answer him with complete honesty "Eds, honey, for me he's just a friend with whom I talk when he comes over. In fact, he tries to flirt with me, but to no avail. Anyway, first of all, I told him that I have a boyfriend, and secondly, Harry isn't even my type, he looks like the lead singer of Judas Priest-"

"Good, now I have no chance at all with him!!!" The metal man shouted, cutting you off by dramatically slamming his weight onto the bed.

Watching with amusement, you decided to continue your statement, moving closer to Eddie, "Eds, I prefer guys with Van Halen looks…"

"There's still some Eddie Van Ha-" hanging around! He continued to dramatize until he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Ouh, baby, for what?"

"You're the guy with the Van Halen look, idiot!"

After Eddie analyzed the statement for a moment, the only thing he managed to choke out was a sound of understanding.

"Besides, even if Van Halen came in here, I wouldn't leave you for him, stupid," you said, giggling slightly, then brought your hands closer to Eddie's face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him. "I think you and Harry should get to know each other."

"You know, honey, this is actually a good idea." He replied, hugging you closer to him. “It's time to explain that you don't flirt with other people-ouh,” he stopped after you smacked him lightly on the forehead a second time, this time.

"No fighting in the store, Eds!"

"I know, I know," Eddie said, laughing, "Just kidding, sweetheart."

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

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You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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I feel bad for Starlo.

Star has a point, idk what the four were ticked off about, there is like 99% chance everyone willingly participated in the trolley problem, based on what we've seen of his behavior thus far it's not like Starlo to be that big of a jerk/drag them by force/yell at them to do it. Ed's words:

he does it because Star asks NICELY

clearly jealous

It genuinely seemed like a fun time/fun roleplay, especially since every day is the same. Like, the five are supposed to be a rowdy and adventures bunch, what exactly did Starlo do wrong, I'm genuinely confused and curious. Except taking a big liking in Clover (his posse should know that this is a big moment for him, according to Blackjack they've known each other since high school and had the same liking for westerns. So they were basically a nerd gang.) Starlo was kind, patient and considerate towards Clover the whole time, even warned Mooch about them not being bandits, taught Clover gun safety, wanted to bring his posse along for a fun time, thanked Ace for telling him about getting Clover a new hat...

Sure, at first he only liked Clover for being a human, but as Ceroba says, that changed and he grew to genuinely care about them, plus I can't help but think Star saw himself in Clover and that's part of the reason he was so proud of them all the time even when they messed up (I'll talk more about this at some point)

What exactly made Ace want to leave the gang? He even said how he doesn't mind "getting run over by the fake train"

he's so nice. says sorry for forgetting the safety goggles even when he was scatterbrained due to his excitement. I love him so much

The only real "faults" (I'll call them temporary faults) I saw in Star during the Wild East section was that he was even more enthusiastic and more proud than usual. But how couldn't he be when he met a member of the species that he has admired for so long because they have real cowboys and sheriffs on the surface (who are seen as brave heroes who deliver justice, while Star canonically feels like a nobody farmer). His posse should have realized Clover wouldn't be there forever and just let their boss enjoy himself with his "deputy who'd have to leave sooner or later anyway"(or be more patient with him/ask him why he feels this strongly towards Clover/if there's a deeper reason for that). His friends including Ceroba just turn their back on him so quickly instead. The moment he's gotten the chance to feel valued for once and put himself first and not have to take care of this whole town and everyone in it and live his dream of meeting a real human, suddenly "his personality is damaged?"

Star's literally built this whole town, organised everything, he worries about everyone, Ceroba (plus was the one to give her emotional strength before and after Clover's sacrifice), Kanako, the monsters, his family, struggles with feelings of worthlessness yet never wipes that smile off his face, always does his best to be hopeful and optimistic and make others laugh, gave his posse a nap time so they don't become exhausted, gave Ceroba a free home, didn't act upon his feelings towards her and was a 110% supportive, caring friend instead. THAT'S who he is. He's the papa bear of this friend group, the glue holding everyone together.

He was just *really* excited. Y'all know he's insecure and just wishes to escape who he is and yet y'all blame him for liking Clover so much. Yeah, the four are very clearly jealous. But why won't the four of you control your feelings for a while? As mentioned, Clover WILL HAVE TO LEAVE EVENTUALLY. They won't be Star's "deputy" forever (the kid who's just as into westerns as he is, who values justice just as much, who also values doing the right thing. Someone he clearly felt understood in the presence of, whom he loved; just look at the way he talks about Clove during Showdown). Star seems genuinely confused of what he did wrong poor guy just wanted to live his fantasy for once and feel important:

Even at the beginning Moray's like "oh no Martlet is upset" Mooch replies "don't be a buzzkill nothing exciting ever happens around here" and Ray's like "Yeah you've got a point"

If you all agreed to have a little fun with a human who will very soon leave forever why is Starlo's enthusiasm such a big problem? If the posse weren't into this after all (unless they were simply too jealous which could have been solved with a honest talk and a little patience) why are you doing this "rowdy" job with Star in the first place? Do you want your boring routine day to day life so much back? Or just for Clover to leave (which they will soon enough)? You, western enthusiasts, literally met a real human, A HUMAN FROM WESTERNS YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PASSIONATELY INTO (clearly not as passionate as Star but passionate ENOUGH to understand where he's coming from).

... okay.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hello all well ? I couldn't help but want more of your beautiful story.😍😍

could give us more Morpheus and reader (Imagine being the one who frees Morpheus), where the people adore their new queen but morpheu thinks that I don't fulfill all the duties with his love, he didn't even ask her to marry him or had a coronation, but reader is calm about it.pleases thanks

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For the record, you weren't an actual queen as in the bride of a king. Despite that, the inhabitants of Dreaming collectively decided to treat you like one and soon you had found yourself to be part of the court hierarchy. Not that you could ever complain about such honour - you received a lot of love and respect for simply giving advice or asking someone to consider their grudge from a different perspective. To the inhabitants of Dreaming, who were used to Morpheus's just but strict reign, a droplet of sweetness and tenderness seemed to be like water is to a cotton-mouthed man.

Morpheus might have appeared oblivious to your social 'promotion' but he was perfectly aware of it. To his dismay, no one ever outright informed him that you have allowed or done something without his council, even if those were small, fairly insignificant matters in the grand scheme of an entire realmn. Morpheus had to rely on his own observations and whispers that seemed to completely disappear whenever he was around. In any case, he had realized that there existed an entire world he was not privy to when he heard someone excitedly whisper 'Our queen' for the very first time. Dreaming did not, in fact, have a queen. Not officially, at least.

Your selflessness captured his heart, which was obvious, but it had also, quite literally, killed you for a moment. Maybe it was his fear of losing you for good or his sympathy towards the struggles you had suffered on his accord, that made Morpheus adamant about having you think solely of yourself for the first time in your life, to finally be at peace after everything you had been through. As one might expect, his desire surely did not include having you fulfil part of his royal duties. The guilt gnawed at him until one day Morpheus found himself unable to ignore the current state of affairs.

He was marching through the crystal halls of his palace prepared to dress you in silk and diamonds or do anything else that would somehow compensate for the bland weight of ruling you had on your shoulders. If he could, if you allowed him to, he'd tear it right off and break his own spine accommodating it.

Morpheus's rushed footsteps suddenly stopped when he noticed you standing on the balcony, leaning against the marble ledge. Your back was turned to him and for a moment he indulged in his selfish desires; watching your dress gently dance on the warm breeze, he wondered whether there truly was something divine about you. Maybe, if he asked nicely, you could tell him what heaven is like as you sure know it like the back of your hand. Or perhaps spring, the mother of hope and rebirth, had recognized its own face in yours, telling the wind and the sun to warm you on cold days. But if you were spring, like Persephone, was he not akin to Hades?

Such thought made him shudder. The quicker he solves his plight, the faster this feeling of dread and shame will dissolve. In fact, it seemed like blasphemy to experience something so bitter and bleak while you were within his arm's reach.

Hearing footsteps against the marble floor, you slightly turned around to see who had decided to visit you. Although the sight of Morpheus did excite your heart, the grim expression on his face, a shadow that towered over his regal beauty, quickly calmed the thrill inside you.

"You should not be fulfilling my duties for me," he stated. Strangely enough, he sounded angry.

Unable to tell what could sour his mood like that, you furrowed your eyebrows. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, Morpheus, although I have to be honest that I do not know what duties you're speaking of. I never meant to cross you, dear."

Morpheus didn't answer. He made his way towards you and did not stop walking until the tips of his shoes were brushing against yours. So far, you couldn't quite tell whether he was oblivious to a certain social etiquette or simply liked being so close to you.

His ocean-like eyes bore into you as if he was trying to enter your own mind and make himself at home there. If you were asleep, perhaps he could but you were awake and that forced him to actually speak his thoughts, although reluctantly: "Are you happy here?"

"What makes you ask that?"

Morpheus pursed his lips at your answer. Perhaps he was expecting a slightly different reaction from you - one that did not include voicing his introspection and making friends with vulnerability. "You tend to my subjects, bring order and prosperity into Dreaming, and yet I have failed to give a wedding worthy of a queen. You are bearing the weight of the crown without its splendour. It is unfair towards you."

"Have you considered that I simply want to spend time with your subjects?" you asked him with a gentle smile. Ever since he sought you out on the cold beach, you've learned that Morpheus cared a lot. Probably more than he himself was capable of understanding. His problem, however, was adequately expressing it. "Treat them as my peers, help them in their plights. You can't be everywhere all the time, Morpheus. Let me help you, just a little."

But he remained unconvinced. "A queen should wear a crown, have the king at her beck and call. The people of the realm shall praise their gods for being allowed in her vicinity." As he spoke, Morpheus reached to gently grab your hand and put it against his chest and though he was a child swearing by their own honesty. His thumb absentmindedly brushed against your skin. "It surely did not escape your attention that I have failed at granting you the honour and glory you deserve."

"The crowns, the dresses, the jewels - they're all very nice but what real difference do they make?" you asked. The question must have elicited some kind of reflection from him as his thumb stopped its soothing movement. "Strip all of that away and there remains only you and I. Believe me when I say, that I need nothing more and wish for nothing less."

His once bleak expression turned into something more gentle as though the yearning of his heart refused to remain hidden any longer. "My heart tells me to drown you in indescribable wealth and yet my mind tells me to let you be as you wish." As it appeared, such dissonance and lack of clarity were exceptionally rare for Morpheus. Gently and somewhat fearfully, he rested his forehead against yours. "How can you, a human, hold so much power over me?" he whispered.

A quiet giggle escaped your mouth. "I believe people refer to it as 'being in love'."

He felt his breath hitch as your lips softly kissed his forehead.

[writeroutoftime]

Could you write where you were Carmys high school crush and he sees you again and gets so shy bc he thought you liked his brother brother but you actually had a crush on him ?

words: 0.7k

a/n: okay, this is set somewhere during season 2 before the opening of The Bear…anyway please enjoy!! (and maybe let me know what you think?)

oOoOo

It was a gray and cloudy day in Chicago as Carmy leant against the rough bricks of the building, slowly taking a drag of his cigarette. He was so caught up in menu ideas, dining room setups, and how everything was going to get fucking paid for, he didn’t recognize the figure that had stopped right in front of him.

“Carmen? Carmy Berzatto is that you?” a voice spoke from above him, sweet and melodic.

He squinted up, eyes opening suddenly as his brain put the mental puzzle together. “y-y/n.” he choked out, throwing his cigarette to the ground and quickly stomping it out. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m back in Chicago for a while.” you shrugged half-heartedly. “Can I give you a hug? I’m gonna give you a hug.” you told him before you launched forward and wrapped your arms around his frame.

Carmy found himself melting into your touch, transported back to high school when you had been one of his closest friends. So many afternoons spent in the dining room of The Beef, laughing at each other and dreaming about what you would do when you were finally free from high school. All that time Carmy had the biggest crush on you, but stayed silent, always assuming you had a crush on Mikey instead.

“But enough about me.” you insisted, stepping away to give him his space once more and pulling him from his thoughts. “How are you? What have you been up to, Mr. ‘one of the best chefs in the country’?”   

Carmy felt a blush spread across his face at your praise. “You know, pretty good. Uh, it was definitely hard there after Mikey, but things, things are good. Gonna be opening up a new restaurant soon.” he shrugged, as calmly as if he had told you about going to the dentist.

“What? Carmy that’s amazing!” you shouted, ignoring the stares of the people of Chicago walking by. “I’m so proud of you! And I know that Mikey would be too.”

“Thanks.”

A moment of silence passed, more nostalgic rather than uncomfortable. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat over seeing Carmy again. It was easy to tell how worn out he looked, and there was a pang of guilt over your lack of connections the past few years. Resolved to be better, you held your hand out expectantly.

“Give me your phone.” you said followed by an exasperated look when Carmy simply stared back at you. “Fate brought us back together, but I don’t want this to be it, so give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.”

Realization clicked in his mind, and Carmy fumbled for his phone. “Uh, yeah, sure. Here you go.” A few taps later and the phone was safely back in his hands, and his grip was tight as if it had suddenly become his most prized position.

“I have to go now, but I’ll talk to you later. And I can’t wait to eat at your new restaurant!” you told him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before strolling away.

The rest of the day, Carmy fell into a pattern of typing out a text, hovering his finger over the send button, before chickening out. He briefly considered asking for Sydney's or Sugar's help, but he knew Richie or someone would over here and then the entire staff would be giving him shit over it. Finally, as the night carried on, Carmy said fuck it and sent a text.

8:50, carmy: hey, nice seeing you today 8:53, y/n: I'm glad we ran into each other 8:54, y/n: and that you agreed to me giving you my number 8:57, carmy: yeah? 9:01, y/n: yeah, you were one of my best friends, and I want us to be close again 9:01, y/n: plus, I had the biggest crush on you back in high school so 18-year-old me would be freaking out now. I thought it was so obvious lol.

Carmy couldn't stop himself from reading your last message, three times over. You had a crush on him then? Maybe, just maybe you still did. Fuck he thought, how was he gonna respond?

[maboroshi-no]

Katarina's 18th Birthday SS Story Translation

I have translated Satoru Yamaguchi’s SS Story about Katarina's 18th birthday:

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Story Title: Katarina's 18th Birthday Source: Satoru Yamaguchi’s Blog Credits: maboroshi-no

Translation below ⮟

Katarina's 18th Birthday

Monkey Girl: Uwaah! It's pouring down!

As I was about to leave through the doorway, I finally realized that it was pouring down outside.

Because I slept in and got ready in a panic, I didn't have time to check the weather outside. 

I had planned to ride my bike to my meeting place with Acchan, but with how things were, I would be soaking wet by the time I arrived. 

Monkey Girl: What should I do?

After I had muttered this, as I was gazing outside confused over what to do, behind me…

???: Hey, what's wrong? Go out already.

Someone told me this.

When I looked back, it was my second older brother wearing nice clothes. He was probably going out too.

Monkey Girl: Well I'd like to, but it's pouring down outside. Now I'll be soaking wet by the time I arrive.

When I replied this, my older brother grinned.

Monkey Girl's Brother: I'm borrowing the car, so no problem for me.

He said this while flaunting the car's keys. It seemed like my older brother, who already had his driving license, had borrowed the car from our parents to go out.

Monkey Girl: Eeeeh, so lucky! Give me a ride!

When I promptly asked him, my brother said "Eh~" with a reluctant voice, but he asked me where I was going in a "Let's still ask…" way. 

Then, when I told him,

Monkey Girl's Brother: Aaah, I have no choice then. It's on the way, so I'll give you a ride.

He said.

Monkey Girl: Thank you.

After I had thanked him,

Monkey Girl's Brother: I'll have you return the favor when you have your license. 

After he had said this, I told my brother,

Monkey Girl: Okay~

…I cheerfully replied.

Like this, I had my brother drive me to my destination and I fully enjoyed myself without getting soaked. 

Then, around the time I went back, the rain had already stopped so I happily skipped back home.

Afterward, I happened to hear from my mother that my brother's destination and mine were in completely opposite directions.

It seemed like he had said "It was on the way" so I wouldn't feel bad about it.

On a general basis, my brother treated me roughly and I wouldn't say that he talked nicely, but I had known for a long time that he was actually incredibly nice. 

Alright, once I had my license, I would drive my brother this time. I decided this in my heart.

Anne: …rina, Lady Katarina, please wake up. It's morning.

When I opened my eyes after being called, Anne was standing there like always.

This was my familiar room in the Claes house.

It seemed like I had a very nostalgic dream. Not of my current life, but of my previous one.

I often had these dreams when I was 8 after I had regained memories, but I mostly hadn't these last few years. As I thought it was unusual…

Anne: Today is your birthday, isn't it? Happy birthday.

Anne said this with a smile.

Right. Today was my 18th birthday.

18 years old. I had finally exceeded the age I had in my past life. It might have been why I had that dream.

In my past life, I died in an accident when I was 17 years old.

Because I didn't reach the age of 18, I couldn't get my driving license… and as a result, I couldn't drive my older brother anywhere.

Even though I wanted to repay what he had done for me, I couldn't repay him.

I couldn't thank him for all he'd done for me or anything. I felt a throbbing pain in my chest. 

Anne: Lady Katarina, is something wrong?

Anne, who was sensitive to my changes, asked this with a worried expression.

Katarina: No, it's nothing. I was just dazed after waking up.

I said this because I didn't want to worry Anne.

Anne: If it seems like you're unwell, please tell me immediately. Otherwise, everyone coming to the party will worry.

Since she had said this,

Katarina: Okay, I understand.

I replied this.

Today, my birthday party was scheduled to be held.

Even though I had said "party", it wouldn't be anything as big as the one held for my 15th birthday. It would be an intimate one with only close friends and family.

It seemed like Father and Keith had planned on a family celebration at first, then everyone got wind of this and eagerly asked to join the celebrations, so they decided to hold a party.

I didn't know the details, but… How should I put it? Last year and the year before, it also ended up like this, with everyone celebrating my birthday. How long would this continue? Maybe until I got married? 

I was a little embarrassed but I certainly felt happy.

I shook off the earlier pain that was running through my chest and firmly raised my face.

Feeling down because of things of the past (life) would be improper to everyone celebrating my birthday.

Today, I would smile and express lots of gratitude to everyone celebrating my birthday.

?: Happy birthday.

?: Happy birthday!

The party started and I received birthday wishes from everyone.

Then I received presents. Farming tools, top-grade seedlings, and romance novels.

Everyone knew my tastes well.

Geordo: Katarina, look, these sweets are popular. Please enjoy them.

Geordo said this with a smile, then put the sweets on a plate and offered them to me.

With the same smile, Mary came over, and…

Mary: Lady Katarina, this is the new creation of your favorite pastry shop. Please enjoy it.

After saying this, she presented a plate to me.

Everyone really knew my tastes well.

Just from this, I felt incredibly happy and started smiling.

Geordo: Lady Mary, I was just recommending these sweets to Katarina.

Mary: And I have a different recommendation. When it comes to recommendations, there should be no rule stipulating that the swiftest wins.

Geordo: No, this is not what I meant. What I am asking you is to please refrain from getting in between a couple of fiancés engaging with each other.

Mary: In that case, I shall also ask you to refrain from getting in between friends engaging with each other.

As the two of them started bantering like this with smiling faces,

Keith: Big Sister, these are the sweets that you said you wanted to eat the other day…

When Keith came over and said this, Geordo and Mary directed, this time, their smiles toward him.

Geordo / Mary: I was just recommending sweets to (Lady) Katarina!

Because they had said this in a clear voice, Keith froze.

Sophia: Lady Katarina, let's discuss romance novels! About this new book that has just come out yesterday…

Nicol: Sophia, don't run. Calm down.

A sparkling-eyed Sophia and Nicol came over.

Maria: Umm, Lady Katarina. I have baked some new sweets for today.

With a shy smile, Maria gave me my favorite homemade sweets.

Alan: Hey, I'm borrowing that stage for a bit.

After saying this, Alan played violin for me on the small stage in the venue. A beautiful exhilarating melody flowed in the air.

For me to get such a celebration, I sincerely thought I was such a blessed person.

And then, it was time for the lively party to come to an end.

Geordo: You seem to have cheered up.

Geordo told me this in a voice only I could hear.

Katarina: ?

As I was confused because I didn't know what he meant, Geordo said,

Geordo: When the party started, you seemed a little down, so I was worried.

…he readily told me.

Katarina: You noticed?!

Even though I had been smiling so they wouldn't notice…

That's right. In the end, I couldn't shake off the memory of the dream from this morning, and the pain in my chest didn't disappear.

Even so, it was the party where everyone celebrated my birthday, so I put on a smile.

While doing so, I had fun, I felt happy, and before I knew it, I was really smiling.

Geordo: Yes, of course. I am your fiancé after all… or so I would like to say, but everyone else seems to have noticed as well.

After Geordo chuckled and said this, he moved his gaze to everyone. Curious, I looked in that direction.

When they noticed my gaze, each one smiled at me.

Everyone had noticed my gloom and been worried about me.

Katarina: Umm… I'm sorry. For making you worry.

After I had said this, Geordo was a little wide-eyed.

Geordo: Please don't worry about this. After all, this is something we did of our own accord.

Katarina: But…

Geordo: Besides, you'd do the same, Katarina. If I or the others were cheerless, you would also worry about us, right?

Katarina: Well, of course!

After I had firmly nodded and answered this, Geordo…

Geordo: And that's why we also worry about you in the same way. We are just repaying what you do for us. And when you cheered up during the party, we felt incredibly relieved and happy.

He said this and smiled. It was a very gentle smile.

Geordo: So please do not worry about this and just smile cheerfully.

Katarina: Thank you very much.

I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.

Mom, Dad, Big Bros, Acchan, everyone from my past life…

In this world I was reborn in, I met truly wonderful people.

To these gentle people precious to me, I would also repay the things that I couldn't during my past life.

Because I thought my precious people in my past life would surely say "It's fine".

[booz-lose]

Eternal Resonance

Author's Note: This is somewhat a tickle fic, if you're not into that, please scroll. Thank you! =) || I didn't realize there were a few spelling mistakes, sorry!! I fixed them though.

Summary: Vox has always been obsessed with Alastor. One day, Alastor came to fight him, and did something Vox would never forget.

Part 2

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"GODDAMN IT!" The TV yelled while hitting his desk, "Why can't he just be dead already!?" Vox was watching over Alastor who was helping with the hotel.

Vox turned off his TVs and walked out of his office, "I'll just go to bed." During the night, the only thing he could dream of is Alastor. He tossed and turned in his bed, waking up Valentino.

"Vox... Vox!.. VOX!" Val yelled. Vox quickly sat up, his breathing was heavy.

"What!" He looked at Val who had a not-so-impressed look. "You woke me up again with your damn movements!" It was obvious Val had to deal with this every night.

"Sorry, sorry- uh, just keep having the same dream over and over. Val rolled his eyes and went back to bed. The next morning, Vox immediately went into his office and turned on his TVs. He watched Alastor once again, just to see he was... heading his way!?

Shit.

Vox freaked out, "Oh my god, oh my god... Is he wanting to fight again?! What could he want??" Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around to see Alastor who was only a couple inches away.

"H-heyyy, Buddy... Uh-" Vox was cut off by Al's tendrils wraping around him, holding him in place. "Al! What are you doing!?"

"I'm giving you another unforgettable experience!" Alastor teased. Vox's eyes grew wide, he could feel the bright pink on his face.

"How'd you even get in here??" Alastor's smile grew bigger, "I have my ways, Dear." Vox's blush spread across his face. He tried his best to escape Al's grasp. As he wiggles around, he doesn't realize Alastor getting closer to him until he sees his feet stop infront of him.

Alastor whispered in Vox's ear, "Lets make a deal..." Vox laughed, "You really think I'm that stupid? Nice try, Smiles." Al's grin grew wider than ever, "Very well then." He shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers. His tendrils started to attack Vox... but not in the way Vox thought. He started to giggle as the black tendrils attack his sides.

"T-the hell?!" Vox said between giggles, "whahat are you dohohoing!"

"Like I said, I'm giving you another unforgettable experience!" Al paused for a second, "You didn't want to listen to me, so this is your consequence!" His tendrils moved to Vox's underarms, causing him to laugh even harder.

"By tihihickling meheheh!?" He tried his best to get away. The tendrils moved to his neck. "Well, I didn't really feel like killing, so I made you laugh instead." Vox couldn't help it. This whole scene would just make his fantasies worse.

"Don't think I don't notice when you spy on me." Alastor's sudden words made Vox tense up.. He knew all along?!

"I-I don't knohohow what y-you're tahahahlking abOUT!" Al shook his head, "Don't play dumb, lying will just make things worse." He attacked Vox with more tendrils, now attacking his underarms, sides, neck, AND legs! He was glitching a buffering from the overwhelming sensation.

"STOHOHOHP!!! LEHEHEHT ME GOO!!"

"Aww, has someone had enough?" Al teased once more. Vox tried his best to nod his head. "Well, all you have to do is make one simple deal with me... then I'll let you go!" Alastor smiles wider than before, stopping his tendrils, giving Vox a chance to breathe. His breathing was loud and heavy while still laughing, trying to recover.

After a minute, Vox finally responds...

"Fine."

To Be Continued...

[heretherebedork]

I just want to say I really appreciate your posts about Jack & Joker. I'm not watching the show, but I've been on the tag and learning about the show through other people. Part of the reason I hesitated to watch it was because it felt like Joke's struggles were never given as much weight as they should've. Especially hearing about recent episodes, I got angry on his behalf constantly.

So your posts talking about it are always great to read. Acknowledging Joke's trauma being downplayed and the show acting like he's always in the wrong. It doesn't mean the show is bad or anything, it's just a problem I personally struggle to get past.

It's nice to see someone articulate the problems I saw, but couldn't quite pin down.

Thank you! I am often cautious about posting criticism but this is all coming from a place of love for the show despite my issues with it.

And it is a problem. It's a common problem in BL, honestly, where one character's trauma is centered and so the other character needs to either not have trauma or have his trauma downplayed to the point that it feels like an afterthought. See, best example, Last Twilight.

There are two more episodes. Maybe they'll surprise me.

But... I don't think there's where we're headed.

I would love to think that we were headed for something like what Kidnap did, where Q went after Min and then Min had to chase him down and bring him back... but I just can't imagine the show making Jack chase down Joke at this point. I can't even picture it, honestly.

I want to be able to. I want to see it. I want Joke to listen to Jack and disappear and for Jack to realize what he did and find him again and bring him home with him because he needs him and loves him and understands that he has plenty of his own issues that he's been working on... but I just don't know if the narrative of the show is ready for that.

I want it to be. So badly. I would absolutely die of joy to be proven wrong and to have Jack have to put in the work.

But I think the show thinks he has. I think the show views Joke's trauma as so much less than Jack's and as his own fault. I mean, the school scene? The dinner scene? The way everyone was right about his dad loving him even when he doubted it again and again? Joke is never allowed to be right in the show because he has to pay the price for his choices.

I still stand by the fact that I really started to see the issues with the show when Jack, the man with a dream, said that poor people couldn't dream because they were too busy surviving while Joke, the man who never had a dream besides trying to help Jack with his, listened and then the show just... acted like it had said something wise and deep and not something that was within the show and characters itself contradictory.

Jack and Joker is a good show but is more interested in making a very specific type of commentary than on integrating the characters fully into the commentary it's giving and it shows the more we see of Joke's choices versus Jack's choices versus Save and Hope's choices.

[harlowhockeystick]

“we should go out more often” is reminding me of the early stages of bco!/office!brock

i could be so wrong but i know you’ll come through for me!

february prompts | office!brock boeser x reader | brock being sweetie <3

"wait, you've never been to the beach?" brock asked, setting his drink down on the table opposite you. what you thought was going to be an awkward hour of small talk turned into an hour of deep but fun conversation.

you were nervous, shocked, when brock asked you out. he kept his crush hidden really well, or you were just completely oblivious to how he felt about you. ten minutes into the date he spilled that he'd been wanting to ask you out since he met you on your training day, but he couldn't figure out how until now, three months later.

"no, i haven't. we didn't really have money to take a real vacation as a kid, but don't worry because it's at the top of my bucket list." by now both dishes and dessert is finished, the check had been paid for and you're just talking about anything that comes to mind.

"we should go, my family would always go to the same spot on the west coast in northern california. i'd love to take you," he sees you blush under the warm lighting, he hopes he didn't push it too far. he can do that sometimes, get off on a tangent and not realize he had been overly talking for the last few minutes.

"that would be nice, brock. i would like that."

you feel comfortable, you feel seen. you feel like you'd known brock for your entire life while talking to him. conversation didn't need to be forced and it didn't need to be plowed at. it came with ease and it came with confidence. nothing was forced, it flowed like water from a stream.

you eventually had to leave the restaurant, opting to go for a walk in the park across the street. you both learned so much about each other, what has made you the people you are now. exchanged stories, talked about dreams for the future. anything that crossed your mind.

even through the ride back to your house where he picked you up, was full of life giving conversation. it wasn't draining or brain killing, it was exciting. it was good to talk to someone who was interested in your personality and interests, not what's underneath your blouse.

"hey," he put his car in park in your driveway, "i really, really enjoyed tonight." brock emphasized, turning to face you as much as he could in his buckled seat. he smiled, his face being lit by the radio screen on the dash.

"i did too, this was the best date i'd ever been on. swear." he raised his eyebrows and playfully swept imaginary dust off his shoulders making you giggle. "we should do this more often." you suggest, hoping you didn't just burst a bubble.

"i agree," brock said in a more quiet tone. "you free sunday night?" he offered, hoping you'd say yes. praying that you would say yes.

you nodded your head, "yeah, i am. what did you have in mind?"

"there's a coffee shop that opened up by campus, wanna go? i heard it's pretty good. then we could do just, whatever comes to mind." brock took his seatbelt off when you did, following your lead. he was good at doing that, following and going after your tone, letting you control the pace of the night. you liked that.

he walked you up to your door, making sure you got in your house safely. you offered to let him in, but he waited on your porch. "i uh," he said hesitantly, "i don't wanna move too fast. i really like you, i..i think you're an amazing person, and i really wanna take my time. i think you're worth getting to know first."

you smiled and bit your bottom lip, looking down at the ground. "thank you, thanks for wanting to do that." making a bold move you lean forward and kiss his cheek. "see you sunday, brock."