#do the couple hours of parent facing stuff that needs to be done

[songofwizardry]

I have a late start at work today which is very nice and all but unfortunately for me once you get rid of the 7am adrenaline fuelled exit from the home I just think. hm. what actually is the point why do I not just have the whole day off. it’s basically afternoon.

[ribbitrabbot]

speculations

pairing : frank langdon x fem!resident

plot : you and frank have been friends for a long time , so much so that there’s always been a fleet of rumors circling you two . the rumors have never been without reason ; there’s always been sort of a shy tension between the two of you , but you’d never acted on it on the basis that dating between friends and coworkers has always been complicated . but a bad day at work seems to be enough for the both of you to finally acknowledge it .

warnings : uhh none that i can think of , just a bit of a spat with robby . just a bunch of sweet stuff , some fluff and comfort :3

a/n : frank’s not married in this ( idk if this is obvious or not , i’m just saying ) . this is my first x reader in a fat minute , i hope y’all like it !!

word count : 4.4k

“Besides,” You continue, braving the hot slice of pizza enough to gingerly pick it up, “If there’s any ‘next time’, Robby’s gonna kick my ass all the way around the block.” 

“No, he’s not.” Frank picks his own slice from the box, and you do little to hide your somewhat judgemental facial expression as he takes a bite from it, ice-cold. “You’re clearly the favorite. Unless you, I don’t know, kill someone, he’ll always let you off easy.” 

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t in here.” 

“Did he do the face?” 

“What face?” 

“You know, the face. The face he does so you know he’s really disappointed in you.” 

“Frank, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” 

“Like this.” He says, dropping his piece down and then doing his best arms - crossed, head tilt, eyebrow raise Robby — an imitation that looks so stupid on Frank that you can’t help but laugh. You have to hand it to him, though. It’s a pretty accurate disappointed depiction.

The thing about hindsight is, is that it’s usually even more of a bitch than karma. Most people use hindsight to refer to obvious things — in hindsight, I wouldn’t have drunk that much, or in hindsight I wouldn’t have given that creep my number. Your hindsight was mostly about how much you should have listened to your gut screaming at you to call in sick this morning when you rolled out of bed and how stupid you were to ignore the dragging feeling on nights where you’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep. There was no reason for you to feel as crummy as you did; you’d worked in the pit long enough to at least try and shake the feelings away at the end of your shift, shower, eat whatever was left in your refrigerator, and turn on some show you’d already seen three times over. Maybe it wasn’t really healing, but it was enough to get by.

The adrenaline would fix you, anyway, it always did. Or at the very least you were hoping so. Maybe that was the real reason you’d picked emergency medicine as a specialty, besides the usual reasons of helping people, because you were half addicted to the rush of it all. But you were three hours into your shift, and not even the narrow rescue of four victims in a vehicle collision or being included in Perlah and Princess’ gossip had done much to raise your spirits. It must have been written all over your face, too, because it wasn’t just the interns who were tiptoeing around you like you were surrounded by eggshells.

“Mister Grant,” You sighed now, the very last your beside patience being damn near worn to a fray, “You need to understand how much this surgery could help Phoebe. Quite frankly, the longer we wait, the worse it could be for her.”

“But she doesn’t need the surgery right at this second. We can see if she gets any better.” The man insists. You can see the worry in his dark eyes, the entirety of his features aged by concern for his teenage daughter that had been brought in unresponsive by her friend. Any other day, you would feel more sympathetic for him; you would hold his hand and explain in painstaking detail why this procedure could be lifesaving. No parent wanted their child to be cut open needlessly, you can understand that, but today all his stubbornness does is grate on nerves you weren’t even aware of.

“I understand how upsetting this must be for you —“ You begin, a sentence from the nonexistent but universally known manual of Bedside 101, but his sudden anger cuts you off, his eyes flashing with accusation.

“Don’t give me that. All you doctors, it’s the same thing. You understand, you aren’t trying to upset me. You don’t understand. How could you possibly understand, you’re all trying to cut up my kid! Do you have a kid, Doctor? Can you honestly look me in the fucking eyes and say you understand? Fuck you.”

Your jaw ticks. You can see the emotion there, the fear, the need to find someone to lash out at. To blame. Everything in you is screaming to give him the benefit of the doubt, to chalk it up to a parent who sees tubes and wires sticking out of their whole world and immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion. It’s not altogether an irrational reaction. Hell, if you were in his shoes, maybe you’d react the same way.

And then there’s the small voice within you that just manages to convince you that he’s an asshole. You shouldn’t listen to it. You shouldn’t. Had you been in a cartoon, it would have been the little devil whispering in your ear.

“Fine.” You say, with a sort of edged coolness that parents normally have when their children say something just a step too far. Your smile is tight lipped, and you wonder if your eyes flash with the barely restrained anger that you feel jumbling up inside of you. “Fine. I can tell that you, Mister Grant, clearly know more than me. It’s not like I’ve seen a dozen of these cases before. Hey, I’ve been to medical school, but you’re right. What do I know? I don’t have any kids.” You shrug sarcastically, then turn towards Donnie, who looked as though he was trying to walk past unnoticed. In fact, it looked like the entire radius in which you were speaking to Mr. Grant had suddenly turned into a danger zone. “Donnie, can you get Mister Grant any medical records he may need for Phoebe? And let O.R know — “

“Doctor L/n, can I consult with you?” The voice behind you stops your locomotive of orders dead. You turn just enough to acknowledge Robby, whose normally playful brown eyes have hardened to a coolness reserved for cocky interns and hardass superiors. But you’re surprised by the spike of annoyance that greets you, instead of any sort of remorse. The last thing you need is a chew - out from Robby, but there’s no avoiding it.

“Yeah. Fine.” You say curtly.

“Mister Grant, I’ll be back with you in a second, okay?” With a quick sentence, Robby confirms the trouble you’re in. ‘I’ll’, not your name or even we. He barely casts you a glance before turning on his heel, Mr. Grant still too stunned to even give a real reply. You pinch the bridge of your nose, tilting your head at the ground before sighing and following him.

You know the way to the break room, and even the looks that you’re getting as you follow Robby, even though you’re usually on the other side of them. The both of you are lucky it’s empty, and Robby almost slams the door behind him as he follows you in. You watch, biting the inside of your cheek as he tiredly rubs his face; you lean against the counter.

“Wanna tell me what the hell’s going on with you?” He asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you, head tilting.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve had a stick up your ass all day, so if I need to schedule OR to take it out, let me know.” Had he not been snippy, it would have been a better joke. Instead it makes you clench your teeth.

“I’m just tired.” It’s an excuse you’ve used a million times. Robby smiles and shakes his head.

“Oh, bullshit.” He’s right. You both know it. “You’re not the ‘just tired��� type, Y/n. You’re tired, take a walk. But you cannot talk to your patients like that.”

“Come on, Robby, you saw how that guy was acting. He was a fucking asshole!”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/n!” The laughter in his voice is stressed, dangerous. “You’re smarter than this. You’re tired, you’re stressed, take a walk, eat, do whatever you need to do. But you don’t lose your shit. Got it? Can you do that?”

You know it’s not personal. You know Robby has a thousand different things on his plate, that your temper is just another thing for him to worry about. That this is him keeping his own temper towards you — but it doesn’t make you feel any better. You want to feel angry at him, to only wallow in the hollowness that has haunted you since the day’s start. It makes his tone feel more patronizing than it normally would.

“Gee, I don’t know, that’s really hard, but I think I can handle it.” You sneer, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Robby looks at you, and for a moment you feel sorry. But before you can admit it, he gives a short sigh.

“Take a minute.” He’s out of the room before you can say anything else. Half of you wants to defy him, to stride out of the room and get back to work to prove a point. You don’t need Robby to put you in timeout, to punish you for acting the same way anyone would with the difficult Mr. Grant. Instead, you stare at the door he closed behind him, hands wandering up and pressing to your eyes after a long moment. The other half of you doesn’t care enough to prove a point. That half of you knows that it’s a losing fight, that if you go out there as hotheaded as you are right now, that it’s less a get back at Robby and more making everyone around you tense without reason. Maybe that would slide in any other sort of job, but the pit needed to work like a machine. No one could afford to be worrying about their coworkers when they already had worry enough with the patients that constantly came pouring into the door.

You’re just about to open the refrigerator to see what forgotten food you could raid when a knock snags your attention. You can’t place whether or not you hope it’s Robby or you hope it’s not, either way you scarcely bother to glance at the door before you call out.

“What?”

The door opens, but only some.

“Safe to come in?”

You’re unprepared for how welcome the familiar voice is, and it suddenly comes with a realization that you hadn’t heard it much at all today. You don’t bother to look behind you, but you answer.

“Whatever.”

Frank takes it as a yes. He closes the door gently behind him, then creeps up to look over your shoulder at the shelves of the refrigerator.

“Pizza’s probably your best bet. Unless you want to take your chance with yogurt that is either the same flavor or the same carton that was here in January.”

God, he’s so fucking annoying.

He’s close enough that his voice buzzes in your ear. Had anyone else done this, there was a very real possibility that you would have flipped your shit — someone with a lack of personal space would be a cherry on top of the shit show the last few minutes had already been. Instead, you try not to roll your eyes and slap your hand on top of the cardboard box.

“Move.” You order, and you can feel him back off from behind you. When you finally turn to face him, he’s already looking at you. His hands are tugging mindlessly at the stethoscope around his neck — you’d noticed a long time ago that he usually needed to be doing something with his hands. To ask him to sit still and do nothing for five minutes was as good as medieval torture. It was endearing most of the time, although a bouncing leg or a mindless tapping of his pen could get annoying. You don’t indulge him, instead you pull out a chair from the table and slap the cardboard box down.

Although you’re not in the most talkative of moods, you’re glad that he’s here. Truth be told, he was probably the only one you could handle being around at the moment.

You’d met him when you’d first started your residency at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical, not too long ago although it now felt like a lifetime. He’d been even cockier then, if that was even possible — a scrappy, difficult, smartass who had to learn things the rough way before he developed a begrudging admiration for Robby, which would later turn into a mutual bond. In those days, you remembered fondly, he often had unshaven stubble and a shadow under his eyes; those who didn’t know any better would think him a med student for all the time he spent here. You’d gotten along with him even then, even when people found his humor irritating and his doctoring methods questionable. Granted, the road had not always been smooth; there’d been a lot of banter in those early days. Well, maybe calling it banter was being a little too nice. Usually, he’d say something irritating, and you’d respond with something that would make him crack a smile of amusement. And other times he’d say something to make you laugh, genuinely, and he’d smile in response to that, too.

But the fun that came with the back and forth was only part of why the two of you had ultimately ended up being so close. Frank was smart, genuinely smart. Anyone, you’d learned, could memorize stuff from books and lectures and hours and hours of classes and tests, spit out the facts that they’d been forced to memorized like they were computers accessing files; and most did. But Frank knew people and because he knew people he knew his business. Most doctors you’d worked with diagnosed them and treated them like the print advised them to treat them. Frank would diagnose them and then treat them to get better whether it was textbook or not, and he did it in the span of a few seconds or the span of a few days. There was a genuine care that was veiled by the guise of a blunt sense of humor. Perhaps your ability to see past the veil was what had allowed you two to work so excellently together at the beginning, and later become a duo not unlike … well, whatever duo worked together really well.

“You’re a popular girl.” Frank murmurs, pulling a chair to sit, uninvited, next to you. You scoff and roll your eyes, fiddling with the pizza box as you try to decide whether you’re hungry or just upset. It’s unsurprising, the fact that the news of your flip - out on a patient’s concerned father has made the rounds so quickly. “Want me to try it first, make sure it’s not too moldy?” Frank asks after a beat, nodding towards the box. He’s worried, even if he’s trying to disguise it with a stupid tease. You can hear it in his tone. When you work with somebody almost every day, you get to tell what every single inflection means, every single pitch.

“You see me freak out?” You ask, turning your head as your rest your cheek in your hand.

“Uh, no, but you did that screeching thing you do when you get really mad.”

“Fuck you.” You have to try not to crack a smile. “I didn’t screech.”

It’s almost like just sitting in the room with him is relieving a tenseness you hadn’t even realized had been so heavy on you, like his voice was dusting a layer of soot away from your insides.

“Okay I wasn’t there, but Perlah said it got pretty ugly.” Frank drags the pizza box towards himself, then gets up with it, wandering over towards the microwave.

“Perlah said! Perlah’ll say anything if it’s good gossip.”

“Well, I gotta keep myself entertained somehow, and if you’re not gonna talk, Perlah’s my next best option.” Frank manages to find a plate to put what you imagine your slice, and you have to hand it to him — he’s got you backed into a corner where you have to answer.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You insist after a moment after Frank puts your pizza in to heat up, and then rotates to face you. “It’s just. Parents, you know. Sometimes they can be … “ you trail off as you search for the right word. “Irritating.”

“Stupid.” Frank agrees, giving the word that you were a little too nice to say outright. “I swear to God, I don’t know how some of them raise a whole person.”

“They’re raising a person that’s gonna end up with a bunch of disorders.” You joke, which pries a chuckle out of Frank as he pulls your food out of the microwave.

“When you flip your shit on a parent next time, can you make sure I’m there to watch? Or better yet, I’ll record it and then play it at your funeral in fifty years.” He puts the plate down in front of you, then sits back down with the box in front of him.

“You’re insane if you think you think you’re gonna be invited to my funeral. And I’m gonna outlive you anyway.” You smile. It’s strange thing to think of you two staying friends for so long, but then again it’s almost like you can’t even remember what it had been like when you didn’t see Frank most every day. You two were practically joined at the hip whenever you were on shift together, working together in sync the way doctors rarely did. It was no surprise that the rumors had begun to spark just a week or two after you two had just met. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually a monetary pool surrounding the idea if you two had actually slept together, considering that you’d been asked more than once if you two were an item. There were a thousand reasons to shoot it down — dating in the workplace, especially one where so much hinges on trust and teamwork, a fallout would be the last thing anyone needed. And you two had been friends for so long, there was the fear that anything more would ruin what you had already. But then again, there was the looks that lasted a little too long — the flirtations that lingered somewhere between a joke and the real thing that made you wonder if there could be something more.

“Besides,” You continue, braving the hot slice of pizza enough to gingerly pick it up, “If there’s any ‘next time’, Robby’s gonna kick my ass all the way around the block.”

“No, he’s not.” Frank picks his own slice from the box, and you do little to hide your somewhat judgmental facial expression as he takes a bite from it, ice-cold. “You’re clearly the favorite. Unless you, I don’t know, kill someone, he’ll always let you off easy.”

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t in here.”

“Did he do the face?”

“What face?”

“You know, the face. The face he does so you know he’s really disappointed in you.”

“Frank, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Like this.” He says, dropping his piece down and then doing his best arms - crossed, head tilt, eyebrow raise Robby — an imitation that looks so stupid on Frank that you can’t help but laugh. You have to hand it to him, though. It’s a pretty accurate disappointed depiction.

“You’ve had a lot of experience with that?” You ask, unable to tamper down your grin as he smiles back at you.

“Absolutely more than my fair share.”

“Poor you.” You coo mockingly, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he chuckles.

A silence drifts over the both of you. Frank’s chuckle fades into a gentle smile as he observes you in a way that almost makes you nervous.

“You okay though? Seriously?” He asks, playful tone fading into something more genuine.

“Uh,” you shrug. “I dunno. Weird day.”

“Well it’s a slow day at the office. I can see if he’ll let you knock off early.” The fact that he’s willing to brave a likely already pissed off Robby for you is definitely sweet, and the offer of going home is enticing.

“I have patients.” You try to use that as

your excuse, but Frank is already shaking his head.

“I can take care of them, don’t sweat it.”

“You sure?”

“Look who you’re talking to.”

“Oh, I forgot. You’re Superman.” You mock, but Frank looks prideful at the obvious poke. “Nah, it’ll be okay. If you pick up my shift there’s bound to be speculation. More speculation.”

“What speculation?” He tries to play it off innocently, but you know better. The sly smile ticking across his features is enough to make you shake your head at him, tongue poking into your cheek to try and quell a matching smile.

“You know exactly what speculation, you’re too smart not too.” You remark like it’s supposed to be an insult, yet there’s a certain sort of softness to it as you look at him. The gesture, even if you had not taken up him on it, was an impossibly sweet one. Even if was a “slow day”, as Frank put it, that guaranteed nothing. It could be that things could pick up if you did leave, or that one of your patients could have difficulties, leaving him with a lot to juggle with his and yours. Not to mention the ruthless teasing that he would be sure to endure. You pick up the pizza slice — mostly cool by now — with the intention of finishing it off.

Frank watches you with the same gentle expression on his face as you do so. Had you been intent on going back home, he would have convinced Robby to let you — but then again, he knew you had the same sort of stubbornness that he did, and you weren’t likely to take him up on the offer even if there was cause for more concern. Had he thought there was something seriously wrong, he would have coaxed you into taking the day off. But just like you knew him, he knew you. He knew every tick of your face, what every inflection meant and every offhanded remark. He knew you the way he knew his own mind. There was no doubt in his mind that it was just one of those days; but even if you weren’t going home, he made a mental note to watch you for the rest of your shift, make sure you were really alright. After all, when Perlah had said something about your “flip - out”, he could feel the concern grip him like a rock in his stomach almost immediately. Dana had given him a knowing look when he’d asked where you were so he could check on you. You were right, he wasn’t taking a whole lot of care to avoid fanning any flames of speculation about the both of you; but it wasn’t like they were baseless, either. He cared about you so much it was almost stupid.

“Compliments will get you everywhere, my friend.” He returns with a cocky half smile that you were so familiar with as you turn put your plate in the sink behind you. For a break room, it sure is cramped if you don’t even have to stand up to do so. There’s another bout of silence as you look back at him. Even though he’s hidden it under a mask of light humor, you can still see the slight worry in his eyes. He wouldn’t have hung around this long if he genuinely didn’t want to make sure you would be alright. Again, there’s a slight pang in your chest — a momentary question of what if.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, though.” You say, trying to make it sound casual.

You can tell that the sudden genuineness catches him a little off guard. His cocky half smile fades into something almost unsure; his fingers tap at his knee like a nervous fidget.

“Yeah, you know,” he tries to shrug it off. “I’m around here. A lot. And I like you, so.” You blink, cock your head a little as he shakes his head, tries to reword his statement. “I mean, we’re friends. I wanna know you’re okay.”

Objectively you’ve never seen him so nervous, not even when Robby’s voice boomed across the pit in the tone he uses when he means business and not when the occasional patient, stunning, blonde, and, let’s face it, with a rack that would be the envy of almost any woman flirted shamelessly with him. He’s always been the picture of suave, knowing exactly which lines to say and how to look. But with you, he’s like a high - schooler on a first date. It’s like you disarm him completely — and the shyness seems to be catching.

Barely audible is his name on your lips. Perhaps you meant something to come after it other than the kiss that was maybe him or maybe you or maybe the both of you — almost timid at first and quickly something more intimate; something finally released that had too long been locked away behind harmless flirtations and barely disguised jokes, behind whispered rumors and the knowing looks the nurses and other doctors would give whenever the two of you would pass by, practically matching each other in your strides. Any trace of denial that you two had maintained for the years you’d been here was wiped away in the moment. When you finally pull away from him, your mind is spinning; but it’s almost like an invisible weight has been lifted from you, and you can’t help the subtle smile that plays across your expression.

“So.” He murmurs, practically against your lips still.

“So.”

“We should probably get back.”

“Probably.”

And then he kisses you again, quicker this time, something much more domestic, like he already could get used to kissing you in the days ahead, weeks … years? Yet he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. Even if it was hard not to.

You’re the one to get up first, considering that he’s still looking at you like you’re a muse of some sort. Whatever cloud had been hanging over your head, he had managed to whisk away completely.

“Come on.” You urge as you move to open the door, and with the instruction, it’s like he’s snapped out of some sort of reverie. He gets up out of his chair, wasting no time in following the command, and beats you to pulling open the door as if your kiss has turned him into some sort of gentleman.

“Doing anything tonight?” He asks softly as you fall in step with him, the two of you cautious to avoid any curious glances your way. You crack a grin at how quickly he gets to work, yet something about it is endearing.

“Besides sleeping?” You quirk, and you half expect him to make some lewd comment in reply, but he skips it.

“I have some excellent week - old Chinese food in my refrigerator.” He offers, and you snort and nod, taking a beat to try and come up with a satisfactory reply.

“Hard to turn down free food.” You finally come up with, and you can’t help but think that it’s cute that eyes seem to shine with hope. “We’ll see how this shift goes?”

“Heard.” He responds, before Whitaker snags his attention by calling out his name. As he strides towards the direction the voice came from, he turns on his heel to give you one last glance — one that is impossible not to grin at.

[jinxificada]

something to relax

dealer!jinx x fem!reader

summary: you deserve a rest, so you turn to the infamous jinx for help.

cw! substance usage (alcohol, nicotine & weed) (inaccurate) drug dealing risky sex dubcon/power imbalance cunnilingus (j!receiving) fingering (both!receiving)

men dni. 4k wc.

"i'm telling you, you're insanely overworking yourself. i don't even understand where'd you get all the time to do everything you do." your friend scolds you jokingly, though you can tell she's honestly worried for you.

"nonsense." you roll your eyes in denial, "i'm alright, we take the same classes."

"i'm not in any club doing extracurricular stuff, nor am i tutoring any dumb kid." she discusses, walking with you through the crowded hallway towards your next class.

"well i don't really have a choice, it's for the-"

"the scholarship, i know." she sighs, finally arriving. "just... please take a moment to relax."

you both take your seats almost in the middle of the classroom, by the windows. she always sat in front of you, so she would turn around and chat whenever she wanted without you being able to ignore her.

"how about we go to that party on saturday?" she proposes and you already bite your lip with an hesitant expression, "please! we don't have to stay the whole time, just an hour or two."

"i don't know... i don't have a car and it’ll be too late to take the bus." you poorly excuse, not wanting to fully reject her.

"i can drive you! or you can just stay at mine." she happily resolves and you just nod with a sigh.

it's not that you didn't like hanging out with your friend, nor she's always so insistent. she usually is very understanding and gives you space. but the exams were getting close and you needed to higher your grades in a couple of classes, so you've been paying extra attention in classes, speaking with a couple of teachers on how to improve your grades and busying yourself with the usual assignments, the extra assignments, and tutoring this one kid below your year for some extra money.

unlike most of the students here, your family isn't able to properly pay for your education. you've done your previous years in the public school your small town, your teachers were so amazed with your capabilities that they recommended your parents to send you somewhere... better. they all collaborated on writing a recommendation letter for your acceptance. and you got the full scholarship! congrats, now you have to work harder than your classmates in order to keep it.

it wasn't fair, and your friend knew it. she felt so bad that she couldn't help you with money or your studies, but she can help you to ease your mind a bit.

so, you could only frown while making a mental list of all the valuable things you could be doing instead of this, standing in a big kitchen full of intoxicated teenagers. your friend was trying to talk with you while mixing alcohol in disposable cups for each one of you.

"and tomy was sticking his tongue inside of mary's mouth in front of her father, ew! you should've seen their faces when they realized, her father was burning red, i don't know if from embarrasment or anger." she rambled with a loud laugh.

you chuckle, mostly because her laugh was contagious. "who was tomy, again?"

"shh, he's coming." she suddenly leans in to whisper before pulling back wearing her social smile, "tomyy!"

a rather scrawny tall boy comes from behind you saying your friend's name in the same way, "fancy seeing you here!" ah, he had a high pitched voice.

"i didn't want you to miss me!" she quickly jokes, "nice party!"

"i'm guessing you're having a good time." he chuckles. at this point he's set himself right next to you and still hadn't acknoledge you. "have you already found jinx?" he asks curiously with a supposedly mischeavous smile.

"damn, she's here already?"

"yeah, just bought from her in the second garden."

'what the hell is a second garden?' you thought with a weirded out glance.

they chat a bit more and you think you know the kitchen from memory after rolling your eyes around as they talked. the boy soon moves to another guest and your friend turns back to you.

"the funniest thing is that they were sent to the principal's office was for sucking their faces off in the middle of class." she continues the conversation she was having with you as if you've never been interrupted, it was a talent of hers.

'is this what she thinks of a relaxing night...?' you mentally complained. you had your friend talk you ear off 5 days a week, but that didn't seem enough for her. at some point you muted her voice from your head and only listened to the loud pop music and different people talking over each other. your eyes were fixed on the next room through the kitchen's door, the flashing lights barely illuminated the crowd. blondes, brunettes and redheads, they all stay in the background when a blue head pushes through them to your way.

you physically react with a quiet sigh when you can see her face. a pretty girl, with the softest features you've ever seen, decorated with a messy dark makeup and intense eyes. curious to see how her full style looked like your gaze lowers on her body, she was wearing a white laced corset gripping her chest for life and low wasted black denim shorts, along with the biggest boots you've ever seen.

the girl who caught your eye walked into the room with loud, confident steps. people quickle recognized her, some greeted, some lowered their eyes to the floor. she only smiled briefly before grabbing two closed bottles of vodka like she owned the place and left.

"who was that?" you breath out, realizing you've been holding it the whole time.

"jinx," your friend shrugged, "local dealer, mental problems and rich daddy." she summarized, fixing her lipstick and soon changing the topic.

the night ended up being a boomer. your friend got a stoner to share his blunt with you both and that, mixed with the alcohol you had been drinking since the night started, made you both pretty tired and sleepy. luckily, your friend's house was about two streets down from the party, allowing you to arrive sound and safe while intoxicated.

you couldn't deny that you slept like a baby.

but the week started again a day after, along with your responsabilities. and it seemed that it's gonna be a shitty one.

for your extracurricular activity, you had the job to take decent pictures for the school's paper. they were all rejected by the president in charge. you scored a negative B in a practically easy test because you were too distracted noticing that the so named jinx was in the same class as you. 'she looks very pretty in the dark blue uniform.' was your constant thought. and the cherry on top, you didn't have your extra money of the week because the parents of your student were late with the payment.

they were showered in wealth, why won't they give you your 50 dollars? now they’ll have to pay $100 next week.

but for now… you had to survive with the remaining money you had left for the rest of the week. and it was only monday.

you thought you could handle this particularly difficult week, but all this tension build up only to blow up on your face. and the face of the teacher who was telling you why you had to rewrite the essay you just submitted.

you were use to cry over stress, you thought it was a healthy way of letting it out. just not in the public eye.

tears and sobs were comming out of you as you walked down the halls, feeling like millions of eyes were judging you. how embarrasing, right? but that was only your mind playing you, the only person who looked at you twice was tomy who recognized you but couldn't recall from where.

it was friday and the classes already ended, the club was about to start in ten minutes but you were debating whether test your luck and see if it can all get shittier or just call it a day and go home.

but a loud yell of your name from behind you interrupted this final decision, your friend throted her way up to you and worriedly wiped your tears.

"are you okay? what happened?"

"i'm fucked up! i'm gonna fail all my exams and get kicked out from this stupid school!" you dramatically cried in the comfort of your friend's arms. you knew she was fighting demons to not roll her eyes and say 'i told you'.

she listened to your whines for a couple more minutes until she had an idea.

"okay stop, shush." you frowned but stayed quiet anyways, "listen, i know jinx stays in club hours to sell, she must be in that shitty bathroom from the second floor. why don't you go buy some weed and relax this weekend?"

your frown deepened and even a light blush appeared on your wet cheeks, "uhm, i don't know... why don't you just stay at my house to hangout, please?"

"oh hun, i would love to but my parents are taking me to visit my grandma." who lived far far away, you nodded. "just, try what i'm telling you, okay?"

"okay..." you hesitantly say, your friend seemed in a rush because just when you were about to ask her how much it would probably cost and how many grams you should buy, she pecked both of your cheeks in goodbye and left you standing in an almost empty hallway.

you were on your own now, hoping the 15 dollars you had left from this long week would be enough, but you doubted it.

you hesitantly pushed the door of the supposedly shitty bathroom (it didn't have a mirror, nor the renovated cubicle doors the other's had, though it was perfectly functional). welcomed by the sight of jinx sitting on top of the counter sink, ciggarette in hand and an amused smile on her face while she talked with another girl.

they quickly shut up at your presence. you purse your lips awkwardly at them, you were about to greet them when this other girl just scoffed as if you ruined something and leaned to whisper in the bluehaired's ear. jinx only chuckled in what you thought was a very flirty manner and the girl left, leaving you alone with her.

it was a good moment to say something, jinx was looking at you expectantly but you were too busy checking her out.

the school uniform itself is rather conservative, but it was usual for students to fix it to their liking as long as it isn't too inappropiate. jinx seemed to be an exception, because you didn't know how was she allowed to move around with the skirt so short. you weren't complaining, not at all. with the way she crossed her legs you could easily appreciate her pale legs, noticing a few marks and bruises which fed your curiosity.

she cleared her throat, "so? you came all the way here to stare at me?"

"no- no, sorry." you quickly apologized and presented yourself, taking a few steps closer, your voices echoing in the bathroom,

"right… what can i offer you?"

though her words were friendly enough, her tone was playful and given that you had a breakdown just minutes ago, you couldn't help but feel like she was mocking you. she probably was.

"i, uh, i was wondering what's your cheapest relaxing item?" you hesitantly ask, seeing the corner of her lips rising the slightest bit in a smirk.

"are you familiar with drugs?"

"no... not really."

"then i have the perfect discount for you!" jinx smiles brightly and you get even more closer, interested. "weed is ideal for begginers, and i can give you 15g for 100 bucks, whatcha say?"

"oh." you instantly gloom. "and... h-how much for 2 or 3g?"

"3 grams? you can barely make a blunt with that." she mocks raising an eyebrow, studying you for a second before smirking again. it was hard to read her, but you could sense she had something in mind as it seemed rather mischeavous. "for 3g... 20 bucks."

you sighed, looking away in embarrasment. you heard that her prices were high, but this... what did she need so much money for, anyways?

"okay, um... i don't have enough money with me right now. thank you." you sheepeshly said, ready to turn around and go back home to keep crying.

"wait!" she suddenly says, decrossing her legs to shift in her spot, "don't give up so easily... we can arrange something..."

"arrange...?" you repeated, confused. jinx motioned with her fingers to approach her and you did, mantaining a respectable distance before she could reach your arm and pull you even closer, caresing the lenght of it along with your hand. you were stunned, feeling your ears and chest warm up. "how come?" you murmured, trying to grasp on the situation.

"i'm feelin' nice..." she hummed, "i can give you 5g... if you give me head."

"e-excuse me?" that was your first reaction, pulling the hand she was holding away and to your chest, "what...? are you serious?"

"oh don't be such a prude!" she chuckles, giving you a knowing look, "d'ya think i'm dumb? i've seen you staring, i know you want me."

her bluntness made you blush, damn, her mere presence made you blush. she was exposing you while offering her body in change of some weed. you've never been in this kind of situation before, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say.

she kept distracting you though, with that pretty smirk of hers. since you didn't instantly ran away, jinx knew her guess was correct. reaching for your hand again and rounding your hips with her long legs to pull you closer, till your body hit the counter she was sitting on.

"i know you want me." she repeated in a low tone, "and i know you need it, toots." you unconsciously lean into her touch as she caress your cheek, right where the dried tears rested on.

"i don't want to t-take advantage of you..." you dumbly say, jinx almost pouted at how adorable you were. you thought it was you who was taking advantage of this?

"you're not, silly!" she giggled raspily, "this is business."

"i'm- i don't.... i'm not sure..." you rambled, and before you could make a point -if you were ever going to make it-, jinx pulled you into her for a kiss. a hungry, intense kiss.

and you instantly melted, your hands traveled to hug her waist as you reciprocated. she tasted like that ciggarette she was smoking a moment ago, mixed with the flavour of some candy.

you thought it was hot.

her body shifted closer, sitting by the edge of the counter to easily push her hips into you. the heated make-out was interrupted by her own heavy breaths.

"see, toots?" she rasped, "you can do it."

"okay." you hummed, leaning in to kiss her again. it was ridiculous really, how easily you gave in. specially after she dodged your attempt with an evil smirk.

"uh-uh." she pushed you by the shoulders, "i asked you to eat me out."

you almost scoffed in complain, before realizing that maybe… this was even better.

"but i have a condition." jinx called for your attention with an amused chuckle. "you have to make me squirt."

"fuck." you sighed, "really...? are you-?"

"i know i can, yeah." she nods, spreading her legs for you, "but it won't be easy..."

you certainly wouldn't mind trying, you weren't exactly up close to her pussy and you could already feel the smell of her arousal, inviting you to taste her. jinx lifted up her skirt to expose her lingerie, a furious pink with a wet spot on her center that watered your mouth.

soon enough you were kneeling down, it was a bit uncomfortable given the height of the sink. hesitantly, you licked your lips and looked up at her, in search of confirmation. in response, jinx flashed you a playful smile, leaning back to rest her weight on her hands.

satisfied, you concentrated on her pussy, carefully pressing down your thumb as if testing the waters. her hips twitched at the contact, moving towards your hand. you let out a hum, 'sensitive?'. experimentally, you sticked your tongue out to lap over her underwear, the wet spot growing as it mixed with your saliva. you were contently taking things slow, against jinx own desires.

she aggresively gripped your hair to push your head into her pussy, "don't tease me, nerd." she husked.

and you couldn't bring yourself to mind, rushing to move her panties to the side to finally taste her. you wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, and give her the best head she'd ever have. your lips hugged her clit, quickly working on her pussy, sucking and lapping. you were rewarded with quiet sighs and trembling legs, occasionally a moan. but it seemed that jinx was trying not to crumble, silencing her sounds by pressing her lips together, though it barely did the job. you didn't mind, not when you were making out with her pussy so fervently.

your hands gripped her plushy thighs as you put them on your shoulders, helping her to stay still. her hips twitched towards you every now and then, when you would suck particularly hard on her throbbing clit. and you? you were having the time of your life.

as busy as you always were, it’s been quite long since you had some fun like this.

jinx looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks, meowing softly as she felt herself coming undone at your enthusiastic work on her pussy. her hand pulled at your hair and you opened your eyes to meet hers, but her head was thrown back in pleasure. you didn’t stop, instead you moved your hand to furiously rub her center until she looked at you again, biting her lower lip to muffle her moan. she came against your mouth, rocking her hips lazily against you.

you licked her clean a few times before realizing you didn't accomplished your task, she didn't squirt.

"well well, toots," she said accompanied with a breathless and amused chuckle, "i told you it would be- mhm!" her mocking words were interrupted by your actions, you decided that you'll just try harder.

you went back at it, this time focusing more on her unattended hole. when your tongue explored a little more inside, your nose hit her clit sending shivers through her back as she arched. her initial surprise was overpowered with pleasure, she didn't care anymore about not showing how much she was enjoying herself.

after the previous stimulation, this time she reached her limit much quicker. you really wanted to make her squirt, so you put all your effort on your fingers, which you carefully put inside her. jinx cursed above you, letting you do whatever you wanted with your body as everything felt just so good for her.

and the reward came along her relief, her cum fell all over your lower face, though you shamelessly tried to drink all you could.

"mkay, stop-" jinx whined lowly as you kept your mouth attached to her pussy, against her own words her legs squeezed your head tightly.

you pulled back a few seconds later, wiping your chin with the back of your hand only to smudge all her fluids to your cheek, making her giggle. she motioned at you to get closer, opening the flush of water on the sink by her side.

"thanks." you smiled quietly as she cleaned your face with water, "your thighs..." you pointed out at the wet mess on her inner thighs.

"i know."

jinx took a deep breath before making an effort to get down the counter, barely struggling to make her way inside a cubicle. you shyly stayed put, fixing your hair looking to anywhere else to give her some privacy as she cleaned herself up.

"i didn't know you were that stubborn." the bluehaired girl mocked you, suddenly she was by your side again. this time cornering you.

"you- you asked me to do it."

"yeah..."

there was something so mesmerizing in her blushed cheeks, her darkened blue eyes. your breath got caught in your throat when you felt her slim fingers sneaking under your skirt uniform to playfully pull on the edge of your underwear.

you only looked at her with little hesitance before you tried to lean in and kiss her. she dodge your attempt for the second time, not letting you time to react when she forcefully turned you around, pushing her chest on your back.

"i can give you the 15g, if you let me play a little bit." she whispered against your ear, nibbling at the earring you were wearing, "hmm? will ya let me?"

"yeah," you quickly agreed with a pleading voice, hitching up your own skirt and resting your hand on top of hers while pushing your hips, your movements were hurried and desperate, there was a pulsing desiring waiting to be attended. jinx was overly amused, rubbing your center over your underwear. "yes..." you sighed, throwing your head back to her side, leaving you neck exposed for her to keep her lips busy with.

breathless moans left your mouth, relaxing your body against her touch when loud steps startled you. it was impossible for you to ignore them because there was a chance that someone could caught you both. though jinx didn't seem to care, mindlessly biting your skin.

"did you hear that?" you mumbled, your body tensed in anticipation.

"yeah," she giggled in response, capturing your attention by getting her hands under you panties which got a squeak sound out of you. "imagine if they find us here."

"not funny-" you grumbled, unable to push her away but your eyes fixed on the closed door.

"c'mon baby, must be the janitor. he's not allowed to come here." she reassured, her other hand moving your head to her, kissing your lips messily.

you gave in, sighing into her as she pump her fingers in and out of you. you already felt so stimulated that a few minutes later you were already cumming on her hand. she doesn't stops till you ride out of your high.

jinx loudly pecks your cheek, pulling her fingers out and up to her mouth, sucking off your cum.

"god." your voice trembled at the sight.

she only smirked at you, walking to her bag which was laying on the floor. your eyes were closed while you fixed yourself again, anxious to get home and change your dirty underwear as you can uncomfortably feel the stickness.

when you opened them, jinx left on the counter a small ziploc bag.

"a deal is a deal." she shrugs, "enjoy."

you slowly reached to the bag, a bit conflicted by how the situation was ending.

“i- i’m not even sure i needed it now.”

jinx raised her eyebrows at your murmur, you came to her with those desperate and anxious eyes, only for you to not accept it?

but she knew better, with her signature mischievous smirk she approached you once again, puts the bag in your hands and let her fingers linger a bit more on top of them.

“how about this? take ‘em home, use it tonight and touch yourself thinking ‘bout me.”

your eyes open slightly, and you blush like you didn’t just fuck her a couple of minutes ago. either she always caught you out of guard, or you’re simply not used to being… so vulgar.

“so? will you do that f’me?” she stares at you expectantly with those big blue eyes, amused by your reactions.

“y-yeah, yes i’ll do it.”

“cute.” she sighs, leaning to peck your cheek once again before going to grab her bag and walk towards the exit. “i want proof! text me later!” she chuckles loudly by the door and just as loudly smacks it closed.

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One / Par Two

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

[balrogballs]

Notes on Elrond, Gilraen and the Co-Parenting of Kings

Gilraen spends all of Estel’s Terrible Twos and Threes being completely and rightfully done with Elrond because the latter would accidentally undo any disciplinary decision the two of them make. Elrond and Gilraen would say, for instance, no sweets until dinner. Gilraen would stick to this but toddler Estel soon learns that it takes only 5-7 minutes of crying until Elrond both gives in and apologises to him for the delay. Gilraen is firmly convinced that the child’s toddler phase lasting twice as long as normal is entirely Elrond’s fault.

Gilraen has to deal with Elrond’s habit of saying completely unhinged stuff in plain view of Valar and Eldar. Once, baby Estel was wailing in his arms and had to be passed over to Gilraen because he was hungry, so she pulls on a scarf and starts breastfeeding the child. Elrond stands around looking morose and she feels sorry for him, assuming he was sad about his wife or something normal. That is, until he pipes up with “I wish I could do that” and “it hurts my feelings to know I cannot meet all his needs”. He is taken aback when Gilraen asks him what the fuck is wrong with him.

She’s the first person outside his close circle that he talks to about Celebrían, and oh boy does he TALK. Gilraen has never met the woman, but often feels like Cel is her very best friend, due to how much she knows about her.

Though there is absolutely zero romantic feeling between the two, Gilraen and Elrond spend the 20 years of Estel’s youth bickering like an old married couple. It gives them both an odd sense of normalcy and, in a way, relief from grief over their respective spouses. Would Gilraen and Elrond ever admit that the 20 hours they spent arguing over how often Estel needed haircuts and what style said cuts should be were some of the most fun they’ve had since their bereavements? No, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

When Estel was young enough for bedtime stories, they would alternate nights between them, with Elrond telling him stories of the First Age, and Gilraen telling him adventure stories of men and rangers. Estel’s favourite nights though, are the ones in which they collaborate and tell long, convoluted, nonsensical stories and argue over the existence of morals, teaming up to force the El-twins and Glorfindel to act as glorified puppets.

Elrond, who cannot exactly gossip with other elves due to his status, discovers his inner mean girl only in his friendship with Gilraen. The two of them are massive bitches, no two ways about it, to the point they even lock eyes at public dinners when someone is wearing something particularly gaudy or ostentatious (usually Glorfindel) and giggle away about it later. Straight up preteen girl shit, unashamed and unapologetic, to the point they have a set of inside jokes about most people in Imladris, including their children. If you think they sound like wine mums, that’s because they do. Cont’d under cut.

When Estel is thirteen, he faces his first heartbreak and goes to his mother, who quizzes the tearful boy about what happened. Estel explains that he had a crush on some girl from a village outside the valley and, on advice from an unnamed source, spent the past year not saying a word about it until the girl went and got herself an actual boyfriend. Estel doesn’t share the source of said advice, but that does not stop Gilraen marching into Elrond’s study with “when I said you should instruct my son to be like you, I meant in war and lore, not the art of being a tongue-tied twit!”

When Aragorn told his mother of his betrothal to Arwen, she congratulated him and told him she was happy for him. She also forced him to go to Elrond and confess properly, though he knew, and refused to intervene on her son’s behalf or ask his foster father to temper his anger. And after Aragorn went back out as a ranger and Arwen went to Lothlorien, it was Gilraen who went to Elrond’s study and sat with him for hours.

When she leaves to return to her people, he understands and obviously allows it. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t stop being a pain in her ass, mind you. At least once or twice a year, he would travel up to stay at her house and they would drink and chat and argue for hours, to the point that their neighbours simply refuse to believe that the weirdo in the garden trying to mansplain seed transplanting to Gilraen was, in fact, the ancient and esteemed Lord of Imladris. Imagine Gandalf but insufferable, and that’s what Elrond is for this specific Dunedain neighbourhood.

He does, of course, note as she ages and it begins to visibly grieve him. She notices this and on one visit, catching him look at her like he cannot bear to do this any longer, takes him aside and tells him not to come again, “because I will only grow older. Because my hair will turn whiter and my face more wrinkled and perhaps my teeth will fall out, my skin will sag, and I will forget who you are. And then one day I will stop growing old and I think watching a thing like this twice over will be the end of you”. He understands mercy disguised as cruelty more than most, and though there are many tears on both sides, he respects her decision.

Elrond understandably feels out of place and too small for his own skin in the immediate aftermath of Arwen and Aragorn’s wedding and takes to wandering aimlessly in his own gardens until he comes across the old memorial sculpture he had commissioned of Gilraen, and in a characteristic burst of eccentricity, starts chatting with it about the wedding. Tells her how ridiculous Glorfindel looked, how Aragorn fumbled the necklace (“butterfingers, Gilly, just like his mother!”), how he had to make Arwen take off the godawful tiara Celeborn got her and wear something normal, and how she would have “loved Bilbo Baggins, he’d have fit right in at our brunches”. It was absolutely batshit, him sitting there talking at a marble statue, but it was, in its strange way, incredibly comforting.

[misfit0789]

Holidays from Hell

Alyssa Naeher x Reader

Summary: Alyssa and R's Christmas is crashed by R's family. It doesn't end well.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: Nose bleed, emotionally/mentally abusive family, hurt/comfort, homophobic comments

This has been done for a couple of months, and I wasn't planning on posting it just yet, but since Uncle is officially retired from the national team, I thought there was no better time to post it! Hope you enjoy!

I slowly open my eyes to adjust to the morning light peaking in through the blinds. I stretch as best as I can

with one arm under my partner of 4 years. I feel her start to stir as I cuddle back into her from behind.

"Merry Christmas baby," I whisper into her ear as I press a kiss just behind it. She turns in my arms to look me in my eyes, before she presses a kiss to my lips. I relax into the kiss savoring it knowing we will face chaos shortly.

"Merry Christmas my love, are you ready to see your mom?" She asks her left hand coming up to cup my cheek. I sigh and lean into her touch.

"I don't think I will ever be ready to face her. It was a lot easier to ignore her when I moved out and could put the blame on practice and other stuff. But when she shows up on my door step 2 days before Christmas demanding to spend the holidays with us I'm not sure I can ignore her then. I'm pissed that she ruined our plans though. I was so excited to spend the holidays with your family. I was looking forward to seeing them all." I take a deep breath to try and get my emotions under control. She gives me a soft smile before she leans in and places another kiss on my lips.

"We will power through this together. Besides my sister will be here this afternoon to help prepare dinner before my parents arrive at 5. We only have a couple hours of your mom alone today. We can do it." She says, I give her a small nod and one more kiss before moving the blanket to the side. Knowing my mother she will find some way to fuck this up just as she has everything else in my life.

I stand and stretch before making my way to our ensuite bathroom to do my morning routine. Alyssa not far behind. As we make eye contact through the mirror I pull a funny face with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth causing her to laugh. I smile at the sound as we both finish our routines before returning to our bedroom to get dressed.

"Remind me why I let you talk me into matching sweaters?" Alyssa sighs. I give her a smile before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Because you love me, and because you are stuck with me for the rest of your life and you know better than to argue." I give her a cheeky smile before pressing one last kiss to her cheek as she rolls her eyes. I stand in front of our closed bedroom door and take a deep breath as I reach for the door knob. Just before I can open the door though it flies open smacking me right in the nose.

"Shit!"

"Oh my god! Y/n! Are you okay?" Alyssa runs over to check my nose. I tilt my head back to help control the bleeding. I peak one eye open and see my mom standing there.

"Oh please, you are fine. Allyson there is no need to worry over her. She will live. Now what is for breakfast? I am starved. You'd think it's our first Christmas together in years and-"

"Mom! First off her name is Alyssa, second you invited yourself here. There is no reason for you to barge into our bedroom demanding food. It will be ready when it is ready. Go sit in the living room. We are doing gifts before food anyway." I say before taking another deep breath, moving to the bathroom to get a tissue to plug up the bleeding. I can feel Alyssa following behind me.

"Are you okay love?" I sigh and give her a nod before starting to clean up the blood from my face.

"I've had to experience her like this before. It's nothing new unfortunately. I'm just happy we were dressed. She once did that and acted that way to an me and an ex. Let's just say that ex and I were over by that night. I'm just happy you stuck around after your first go around with her." She gives me a soft smile and presses a kiss to my cheek. Taking the towel from my hands to help me clean up. She steps in front of me and leans her back on the bathroom counter. My hands move to rest on her waist.

"That's why I said 'I do' when you put this on my finger." She holds up her left hand showcasing her wedding ring. I look at her with what I know is a love filled look.

"And I would ask you all over again in every lifetime." She gives me a smile and continues to clean up my face. "Besides at least she didn't ruin my sweater," I give her a cheeky smile before she leans up pressing a kiss to my lips. "I love you,"

"I love you too, now lets go get this over with before she comes back in here and does worse than bruise your nose." I laugh and nod taking a step back from her so she can throw the towel in the laundry.

We walk out of our room and make our way to the steps, though I stop when I hear more than my moms voice in my living room. A voice that haunted every memory from my childhood since the day she could talk.

"She did not," I whisper. Alyssa looks at me confused. "Looks like you are about to meet the favorite child that you've been lucky enough to avoid. Her and mom together are never good." She widens her eyes in surprise.

"Don't tell me your sister is here," I sigh and give her a nod. "Why is she in our house? We did not invite her!" She whisper shouts.

"We may not have but mom certainly did. I didn't even think she lived near Chicago!" I whisper back. "Text your sister and parents to warn them. Nothing good ever comes from those two being in the same place." The day has barely started and I can already feel the headache and its not the one from a door being smashed into my face either.

"Okay, Amanda and my parents have been warned. Amanda is coming by earlier. So are my parents they said they'll be here around 4 instead of 5. They've heard the stories of your mom and sister and don't want anything bad to happen." Alyssa whispers pocketing her phone. I nod before taking a deep breath.

"Let's get this over with." She presses a kiss to my lips before giving me a nod. I give her a smile and make my way down the stairs.

"Finally, we are starving. What took you and Allyson so long? And why is your face so red?" My sister asks once Alyssa and I make it around the corner.

"I already told mom. Food is after gifts and it's Alyssa not Allyson. Her and I have been together for four years you both know this. Mom opened our bedroom door smacking me in the face. Thanks for the concern." I end sarcastically. I feel Alyssa's hand on my back. I relax at her touch before reluctantly stepping away to start making Alyssa's coffee. I move towards the hooks on the wall we keep our mugs on stopping when my mom speaks.

"There's no need to do gifts." My mom says. I slowly turn towards her a confused look on my face.

"And why is that? It is Christmas is it not?" I ask giving my mother a sarcastic look.

"Well yeah but your sister and I have already exchanged gifts. There isn't anything else to give out." I look at her dumbfounded.

"What about Alyssa and I? You didn't get us anything?" I'm honestly not surprised, mom and Heather have already exchanged gifts. They did this all the time growing up. Heather would throw a fit so mom would give her all my gifts to placate her. I enjoyed the Christmas' I've been able to spend with Alyssa and her family as I finally got to feel the love of a family.

"Uhh, nope." Mom says turning to look at what Heather was showing her on her phone. I make eye contact with Heather over mom's head to see her smirking at me. I roll my eyes and flip her off with my own sarcastic smile before quickly looking to Alyssa.

"If your sister doesn’t hurry up she will have to drive you to the jailhouse to bail me out for killing them." I whisper. She chuckles and nods before giving my shoulder a squeeze in reassurance.

When it's just Alyssa and I we are very touchy and loving to each other. We even show some PDA with her family as we are comfortable with them. My 'family' and anyone else, even her teammates, we are less touchy. Both our love languages include physical touch so we are more lowkey with them. Instead of hugs, kissing and handholding, we usually interlock our pinkies.

"I already texted her. She's on her way my love." She whispers back. I give her a nod before reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"I need a bit more than linking pinkies right now," I breath out. She nods leaning up to press a quick kiss to my temple. I release her hand and quickly move about the kitchen to finish up making her coffee while she works on my hot cocoa as I was never a coffee drinker.

As we work I can feel her hands brushing against me from time to time as she moves around the kitchen from the kettle on the stove for the hot water and the fridge for the whipped cream. I relax knowing she has no other motives than to keep me calm and from hurting my mother and sister.

~~~~~

"I'm here and I brought donuts." I let out a breath of relief before standing from my seat next to Alyssa at the kitchen island and turning in my spot to greet Amanda.

"I can't thank you enough for coming over sooner. It's been a nightmare already." Amanda waves me off moving to set the donuts on the counter in front of Alyssa who opens the box and grabs one, before Amanda is turning to give me a hug. I relax into it knowing Alyssa and I won't have to fend the demons off alone. She pulls back and cups my face in her hands slowly moving my head around as she looks at my red nose.

"Don't sweat it. Lyss explained it all. I had to get here before you killed them. Although they did a number on your nose. Have you iced it yet? You don't want it to swell." Just before I can respond my mom and sister walk in.

"Oh hello, who are you? You look like Allyson but she's sitting at the counter with - ooh donuts!" My mom is cut off by Heather pushing Alyssa to the side to grab the box from in front of her. I reach out and catch Alyssa before she can hit the floor.

"Hey! Watch it Heather! This is Amanda, Alyssa's twin sister. She's here to help cook dinner. Alyssa and Amanda's parents will be here at 4 for Christmas dinner. If you two aren't going to help please leave the kitchen." I let Alyssa sit in the seat I was previously in before moving towards the fridge to start grabbing ingredients for dinner.

"But-" My mom is cut off as Alyssa shoves the box of donuts, more so what's left that Heather hasn't eaten, into mom's hands. Mom and Heather share a look before leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about the donuts but I will make you whatever you want for breakfast. I just needed to get them out of here before Y/n killed them. Her and her twin are nothing like us. They have competed all their lives, they will kill each other." Alyssa explains. Amanda nods in understanding.

"Don't worry about it Lys. I can tell from that interaction just how bad things can be for Y/n. I mean you two have been together for 4 years and they still don't even know your name." I roll my eyes setting the armful of veggies down before leaning on the counter.

"I still don't understand why they showed up here. I haven't spoken to mom or Heather for over a year. Hell they don't even know Alyssa and I got married!" I whisper to Alyssa and Amanda, knowing my mom and Heather are listening. They could never mind their own business growing up. "I know that day was ten times better because of them not being there. There is no way for Heather to ruin the day if she doesn’t know it even happened," Alyssa and Amanda laugh at my words.

"I know, and it was the best day of my life," Alyssa whispers moving over to me and pressing a kiss to my lips, her arms moving around my neck as my hands move to grip her waist. I smile into the kiss relaxing for the first time today since I woke up with my wife in my arms.

"Okay I get it you two are in love. Can we please start on dinner?" Amanda asks, the disgust clear in her voice. I reluctantly pull away from my wife leaving one hand on her hip, and turn to my sister-in-law.

"Fine," I fully pull away from Alyssa and move towards the knife block on the counter, grabbing a knife to cut the veggies.

Alyssa, Amanda and I work together in the kitchen to get dinner sorted and ready to be put in the oven for when their parents arrive. Thankfully mom and Heather seem to steer clear of the kitchen.

~~~

Just as I set the last tray in the oven for dinner the doorbell goes off. I turn to look at Amanda and Alyssa who are working together on cleaning up the dishes we used when cooking.

"I'll be back," I say before walking towards the front door, but Heather had beat me to it.

"Who are you?" She asks with a bitchy tone. I roll my eyes placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to the side.

"These are Alyssa and Amanda's parents. They're here for dinner," I say looking at Heather, before turning to my in-laws with a smile. "Hi Donna and John. Merry Christmas!" I move toward Donna to give her a hug, as we pull back I press a kiss to her cheek and turn to John holding my hand out for him to shake. He shakes his head chuckling.

"Your family now Y/n come here," He reaches out pulling me into a hug. I laugh and return the hug, patting his back before pulling away.

"Oh honey what happened to your face? Your nose is all bruised." Donna says.

"Had a disagreement with a door this morning," I supply, "Mom barged into Alyssa and I's room this morning demanding food. She hit me in the face with the door when she came in,"

"Oh sweetheart! You need to ice that!" She exclaims.

"Your daughters have been helping me cook dinner all morning, they've been helping while I ice on and off for 20 minutes at a time. Is Abigail not coming?" I question noticing the absence of my wife's youngest sister. John shakes his head.

"Her and the kids are with Abby's husbands family this year they did send us with the gift for you and Alyssa though!" John says gesturing to the boxes he's holding in his hands. I chuckle and help him with the boxes before turning and leading them into the house.

"May I?" I ask gesturing to their coats once I had set the gifts by the tree next to the front windows. Donna nods and turns allowing me to help her remove her coat before hanging it on the coat rack by the door. I take John's from his hand and hang it next to his wife's.

"Thank you Y/n. I knew Alyssa did right by choosing you," Donna chuckles. Her husband nodding in agreement. I laugh along with them before leading them to the kitchen, but of course we're stopped before we make it there. This time by mom.

"Oh hello! And who might you be?" She asks. I can tell by her tone of voice she doesn't actually care who they are, she's just nosey.

"Mom, these are Alyssa's parents Donna and John. Donna, John this is my mom Y/m/n." I introduce them.

"Nice to meet you!" Donna says holding her hand out. My mom hums looking at Donna's hand in disgust before turning and walking towards the couch where Heather is sitting, some Christmas movie on the TV. I roll my eyes leading Donna and John to the kitchen where their daughters are.

"Remember at the wedding you had asked why my family wasn't there?" I whisper to the two. I glance back seeing them nod. "That's why. None of them care for me, they would have made the day hell. I'm glad they weren't there." I say once we were in the kitchen. Amanda and Alyssa look up from where they are drying dishes, eyes lighting up when they see their parents. They set down the dishes and rags before moving to greet their parents. I stand off to the side letting the family talk, getting lost in my thoughts. 

Why can't my family be like that?

"Babe?" I jump feeling Alyssa's hand on my arm.

"Sorry, what?" I ask, she gives me a soft smile bringing her hand from my arm to rest on my cheek. I sigh and lean into her hand relishing in the comfort she provides.

"You zoned out on us. Are you okay?" She asks brushing her thumb along my cheekbone. I bring my hand up resting it over hers, rubbing my thumb along the back of her hand.

"Yeah, just wish we didn't have the holiday crashers here. I was looking forward to a holiday with just us and your family." I press a kiss to her forehead pulling back to rest our foreheads together.

"Our family," She whispers into the air between us, "They became yours too the day we said 'I do'. Those crashers will not ruin our first Christmas married, Amanda and my parents won't let them," She says pressing a kiss to my lips, "I won't let them," I give her a smile and nod, pressing another kiss to her lips before turning to see her parents and Amanda talking but glancing at us every so often. I turn back to Alyssa looking into her eyes.

"I love you," I say. She smiles pressing another kiss to my lips sensing I need the comfort.

"I love you too. Now lets go enjoy our first Christmas as a married couple," I nod taking her hand from my cheek and intertwining our fingers, before letting her lead us to the island where her-our family is sitting.

"Oh Y/n! Alyssa was telling us that your getting ready to publish your new book. It's the next one in the Awaken series right?" John asks. I smile and nod.

"Yea, the detectives story isn't over yet. Alyssa has been a big help with the details and helping me work through the story line. I think I have at least two more books worth of ideas." I say happy to finally be able to talk about my writing with people other than Alyssa and her team. Those girls are obsessed with the series and keep asking for spoilers.

"Oh that's so exciting! What is the publish date? I want to be sure to get a copy before they sell out!" Donna asks. I move from my spot next to Alyssa to grab the 3 of bags from the counter.

"For you guys? Now," I say handing them each a bag before moving back to Alyssa, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Wait? Really?" Amanda asks in shock, pulling out her copy of the book. Donna and John doing the same giving me a questioning look.

"Yeah, I had asked the published for a few copies before they hit the shelves in the new year. I wanted my family to have the first copies." I shrug as if it were no big deal.

"Aww thank you! I look forward to reading it!" Donna says setting the book on the counter before moving around it to pull me into a hug. I remove my arm from Alyssa to be able to return the gesture. Donna pulls away and cups my face in her hands looking into my eyes. "I'm proud of you. You've accomplished so much since Alyssa first introduced you to us 4 years ago." I try and blink away the tears ultimately failing. "Oh honey," Donna whispers pulling me into another hug. I feel three more sets of arms around us, without having to look I can tell it's Alyssa, Amanda and John. We stand there for a few minutes before breaking apart at the sound of the doorbell. I turn to Alyssa confused.

"Did you invite anyone else?" I ask, she shakes her head in response.

"No, everyone we invited is here," she says returning the confused look. I excuse myself from them before making my way to the front door. But of course mom is already there. I look at her confused when she turns around with a pizza box in her hands, after shutting the door.

"What's with the pizza? Dinner is almost done," I question. She shrugs handing me something before moving towards the couch, setting the box on the coffee table and sitting next to Heather. I take a deep breath seeing my wallet. I open it and see the cash I had in there gone. "Why do you have my wallet? This was upstairs in my room." I continue to question.

"Your sister wanted pizza, and neither one of us had any cash. I know you always have cash on you so I didn't think you'd mind." She says as if that's enough of an explanation as to why she'd steal my wallet and why they'd order pizza on Christmas.

You've got to be kidding me.

"We've been cooking Christmas dinner all day! Why would you order pizza? Why did you go into my room and take my wallet and money?" I try and keep calm knowing I've been on the verge of lashing out all day.

"What's going on in here?" Alyssa asks walking out of the kitchen. The rest of her family following behind, all looking confused.

"Y/m/n and Heather ordered pizza for dinner meanwhile we've spent all day cooking Christmas dinner." I say, closer and closer to finally losing my cool. Alyssa, sensing this, moves quickly to stand by my side resting her hand on the small of my back rubbing small circles knowing that clams me down. I let out a sigh and slightly relax into her touch.

"It's okay baby, relax." Alyssa whispers into my ear. I relax further at her words but my eyes snap open at the comment from my sister.

"Gross, haven't you gotten over that gay thing yet? I thought that was just a phase in high school." she scoffs. I glare at my 'sister' looking to my mom who is standing by nodding in agreement with Heather. "You could do so much better than her any way. I mean look at her-" she gestures to Alyssa who's touch halts on my back.

At that point all I see is red.

"Seriously?!?" I exclaim cutting her off from continuing. I slowly push away from Alyssa finally at my breaking point. "You can say anything you want to about me. I'm used to your bullshit having been exposed to it all my life, but when you start talking bad about my wife. That! Is where I draw the line." I say moving towards the guest bedroom my mom was staying in.

"Wife?" I hear behind me but I ignore it continuing on my way. I stuff all of her belongings into her bag before moving to the front door. I open it and throw her bag onto the front porch. I turn to her and Heather who look at me like I'm crazy.

"I've had enough of you two ruining my life. You need to leave. Now. Or I will not hesitate to call the police and have you forcefully removed from the premises." I stand and point to the open door waiting for them to move.

"But sweetheart, it's Christmas you can't throw your family out onto the streets," Y/m/n says trying to guilt me like she used to. I walk towards her stopping behind the couch.

"No, you haven't been my family for a long time. My family is those people over there who actually care about me unlike you who has always put Heather over me. For once in my life, I will not back down. Now leave or I will call the cops." The two share a look before moving to the front door. I grab the pizza box off the coffee table before following behind them to the front door.

"Don't forget your Christmas dinner," I call as they get to the steps on the porch. They turn to me, Y/m/n reaching out to take it, I smile sweetly opening the box before throwing it at her causing her to scream and shock. "Oops…I tripped." I shrug before closing the door. I lean my back against it letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Baby, are you okay?" I feel Alyssa's hand on my cheek, muck like earlier, softly brushing her thumb over my cheekbone. I bring my arms up to wrap around her waist before taking a deep breath, opening my eyes looking into hers. I lean forward pressing a kiss to her lips letting it linger for a moment before pulling back resting my forehead on hers.

"I've never been better. Now I get to peacefully enjoy our first Christmas together as a married couple with your- sorry our family," I whisper, she smiles pressing another kiss to my lips. I pull her closer to me, resting my head on her shoulder as her arms move to wrap around my neck holding me in a hug. I glance up over her shoulder to see Amanda, Donna and John back in the kitchen sitting around the island laughing together.

"Yea, definitely our family," I sigh pressing a final kiss to her lips before moving so one arm is around her waist as I lead us into the kitchen to enjoy Christmas together.

~~~

I watch from my place on the bed as Alyssa gets ready to sleep, moving around the room doing her night routine. The others in the guest rooms having decided to head to bed after we all watched a Christmas movie with hot cocoa. The TV remote in my hand ready to press play on The Santa Clause, one of Alyssa and I's favorites.

"Are you sure you're okay? Today was a lot," Alyssa asks as she climbs under the covers, snuggling into my side. Her head resting on my shoulder but tilted up to be able to look me in the eyes looking for signs I'm lying. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Of course, I mean my nose will be bruised for a few days but other than that I am fine. This has been a long time coming. I'm sorry it happened on Christmas but I don't regret that it happened. I hope they take the hint and never contact me again." I explain, she smiles leaning up to press a soft kiss to my bruised nose. "I love you Alyssa," I whisper as she pulls back.

"I love you too Y/n, forever." I send her a smile before leaning back in bed pressing play on the remote before setting it down to wrap both arms around my wife.

Best Christmas Ever.

[singmyaubade]

My cat was just hit by a motorbike and heavily injured, I can't afford to take him to the vet, so for the past few days I've been taking care of him, I just need a little comfort, a fluff James Potter fanfic maybe?

that sounds awful, i’m so sorry you’re going through this. i really hope your sweet cat heals quickly, and i’ll be sending you all my prayers/thoughts to help you through this.

if there’s any way i can help, let me know, i’d love to help spread the word (venmo, cashapp, whatever works) if that could help. in the meantime, i’d be happy to write you that james potter fluff — you deserve some comfort right now. sending you so much love <3

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Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do

bf!james potter x gf!emale!reader

summary: well, don't you wanna wrap me up and mistle touch under the tree?

warnings :p : pure fluff: kissing, cutesy stuff, just teasing tension

You and James had one of the weirdest problems when it came to your relationship.

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Not always in a sexual way, but more of a nurturing one.

It was common in most couples, but you and James just couldn’t seem to separate, no matter how much your friends begged.

Whether it was sitting on his lap in the common room with the rest of your group, or wiping butterbeer off the corner of his mouth.

Or even rubbing lotion on him when he could’ve done it himself.

Truthfully, you and James would even cuddle on the hottest days if it meant touching each other.

It wasn’t intentional, and you hadn’t really noticed the habit until your friends pointed it out.

"You and James are bloody inseparable!" Marlene huffed, and Sirius agreed with a knowing smirk.

You scoffed, "That is so not true," You argued, shifting to sit on James’s lap right then and there on the couch in his parents’ lodge.

Remus snorted, which made you shoot him a glare as he nervously took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"It’s not that we totally hate it!" Lily tried to reason. "But it is constant," She added sheepishly.

Your mouth dropped open as you turned to Dorcas for help.

Dorcas shrugged, "I actually can’t argue with this one, Y/N, sorry," She pouted, crossing her arms as you leaned back into James’s chest.

"Yeah, I think you guys are just a bit jealous," James said, snuggling closer to your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling as Marlene gave you an 'I told you so' look. You quickly stood up from James’s lap.

"Fine!" You huffed, "Me and James won’t touch each other for the rest of the day!" You stuck your tongue out playfully, and James immediately looked like a kicked puppy.

"Wait, baby!" He whined. "That’s not the solution to this."

Sirius was enjoying this little bet way too much. "What are you willing to put down, M’lady?" He asked with a grin.

"James will give you 10 Galleons," You said confidently, standing tall.

James groaned loudly, "First, you bet not to touch me, and now you’re betting my money?" He pouted, reaching for you, but you moved just out of his reach.

"Jamesie," You whispered, leaning into his ear in that sultry, sweet voice you knew he couldn’t resist, "Do this for me to prove a point, and you’ll win a prize."

James’s pout disappeared in an instant, replaced by a grin as he stood up with you. "You got a deal!" He said as he looked at Sirius, shaking his hand.

"They won’t make it to the next hour," Marlene snorted, and Mary giggled at the sight of James already reaching out for you again.

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Originally, you thought that you and James could get through this.

I mean, how hard could it be to not intentionally touch each other? It wasn’t like that was your only love language.

But every time James called you beautiful that afternoon, you just wanted to place kisses all over his face.

You had to do your best to resist, though.

So, when your friends decided to go on a snack run, you and James volunteered to bake snickerdoodle cookies together.

The group exchanged looks, clearly doubtful that you both could pull it off without touching each other.

"Yeah, no. You guys will definitely break the bet. We need eyes on you," Marlene snorted.

"Fine, leave Peter here. He’ll tell you if we do anything," You said with a matter-of-fact tone, while the rest of the group reluctantly agreed.

Peter shrugged, not exactly thrilled, but fine with the arrangement, as he settled onto the couch, giving him a clear view of you two in the kitchen.

And then, it had been an hour since the rest of the group left, and you and James weren’t doing that bad.

Other than a few accidental brushes, you both seemed pretty firm in sticking to the bet.

An hour in, and things were going surprisingly well. You and James were managing to bake the snickerdoodle cookies without breaking the bet—so far.

You carefully measured out the flour, while James cracked eggs with exaggerated precision, all the while glancing over at you.

“Y’know, I think I’m actually starting to like this challenge,” James said, his voice teasing but his eyes soft. “I get to look at you all day without touching you.. and it’s actually really hard.” He admitted at the end.

You smiled, biting your lip as you kept your hands busy stirring the dough. “I can see that,” You teased. “You’re practically eyeing me like I’m the last snickerdoodle on the planet.”

James grinned, but there was a hint of something more in his smile—something that made your chest feel a little too full. “Can’t help it, love. You look so beautiful when you bake. I just want to reach out and—” He cut himself off, faking a shiver. “It’s torture, I swear.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him as you took a quick glance at Peter. He was too engrossed in his show, completely oblivious to the playful tension between you and James.

"Too risky," You said with a teasing smile, glancing back at James. "But the reward can be the fabulous snickerdoodle cookies I bake for you."

James sighed dramatically, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed as if he were fighting the urge to pull you into him. “Reward? I don’t need a reward, I just need you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” You teased, giving him a pointed look, but your heart was racing.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? No kisses, no hugs, no little cuddles? What’s a guy to do?”

You leaned in just a little, your face inches from his as you whispered, “You’ll just have to settle for this.” You gave him a cheeky smile, unable to resist the playful glint in your eyes.

James's eyes followed your every movement, the air between you thick with unspoken words. His hands were gripping the counter tightly now like he was trying to resist pulling you closer. “I hate this,” He said softly, a frustrated smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to kiss you. You don’t even know how badly I want to.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had to force yourself to look away and focus on the dough. “We agreed, no touching. We’re doing just fine.”

James let out a dramatic groan. “You’re not helping,” He muttered. “Every time you look at me like that... I swear, I’m about to break the bloody bet myself.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips. “I’m trying my best, James. It’s you who can’t seem to keep his hands to himself.”

“Well, if you’d stop looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, maybe I’d stand a chance.” His voice was teasing, but there was a sincerity behind it that made your chest tighten.

James was incredibly distracting in this position. It took almost everything in you not to close the distance between you two.

You sighed, moving back and trying to keep your distance as you added another spoonful of cinnamon to the dough. "You’re really making this difficult, aren’t you?"

"Absolutely," James said with a grin, leaning a little closer, though still careful not to cross that invisible line between you. "But I have a good reason. You’re ridiculously cute when you’re focused. And if I did touch you right now—"

You cut him off, putting your hand forward to create space, "Nope. Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter."

"Potter?" He pouted, using his puppy dog eyes, "You're wounding me baby."

You giggled at his playfulness, rolling your eyes. “One kiss,” You whispered, finally giving in to the tension between you two.

You quickly glanced over at Peter, relieved to find him completely engrossed in his cartoon show, blissfully unaware of rule-breaking a few feet away.

“Block me,” You said with a grin, giving James a slight push. He immediately moved closer, using his taller frame to shield you both from Peter's view.

James leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, soft kiss. But before he could deepen it, you pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Not so fast,” You teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

James pouted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re cruel.”

But you couldn’t help it—seeing him like this, wanting more, and knowing you couldn’t give it to him yet made you feel a little victorious.

Eventually, you forced James to continue baking, trying to keep both of you focused on the task at hand. Surprisingly, the cookies were actually making it to the oven despite the constant teasing and tension between the two of you.

James was working, but only half-heartedly—his eyes kept drifting to you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, like a soft tug at your chest. Every time you caught him looking at you, it made your heart skip a beat, but you couldn’t give in. Not yet.

Finally, you placed the last tray of cookies in the oven, breathing a sigh of relief. “We did it,” You said, glancing over at James, but before you could even finish the sentence, you found yourself face-to-face with him, his hand lightly grazing yours as he reached for the counter.

You both froze and for a split second, the world seemed to stop. His eyes locked with yours, dark and full of mischief.

"Just one more.." He whispered, taking a step closer. "You’re making it so hard, you know that?"

You could feel your heart racing, your breath catching in your throat. It wasn’t just about breaking the rules anymore. It was about him, and the way you couldn’t help but want to be closer, to feel the warmth of his hands, the softness of his lips.

James leaned in, just a fraction of an inch, like he was waiting for you to stop him. And for a moment, you were ready to give in.

But then, you saw Peter's head turn just slightly from the corner of your eye. You both immediately snapped back, the distance between you instantly felt as painfully obvious as the rule you were both struggling to follow.

You sighed dramatically, stepping back, though your hand still hovered near his. "You really are impossible, James."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear. “I know. But I think you like it.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you quickly turned to the oven, checking on the cookies just to distract yourself. "Alright, alright. We’re so close to winning this. No more distractions.”

James, however, wasn’t ready to give up. He stood behind you now, just close enough that you could feel the heat of his presence. "But we’re not breaking the rules yet, right?” He teased, his voice low and smooth.

You shot him a look over your shoulder, lips twitching into a smile despite yourself. “No touching, James. We agreed.”

He huffed in mock frustration but stayed right there, leaning just a little closer, so close you could almost feel his breath on your neck. "I swear you’re trying to make me lose my mind."

You giggled, the sound light and carefree, and despite the tension, you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease. "You're doing a pretty good job of it on your own."

James smiled, his lips curling in that irresistible way you could never resist. He didn’t make a move to touch you this time—though it seemed like he was about to. Instead, he simply stayed close, the quiet hum of the moment wrapping around you both.

You both stood there, just on the edge of breaking every rule, but for now, it was enough.

James’s voice broke the silence, softer now, just for you. “I’m going to win this, Y/N. And when I do, you’re going to make up for every second we’ve spent apart.”

You could feel your heart flutter in your chest at his words. “We’ll see about that, Potter.”

The cookies were almost done, and the rest of the group had finally returned to the kitchen, their voices carrying through the hallway.

"So, Peter, did you see any touching?" Lily teased, eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked at you both.

You and James exchanged a quick, guilty glance before Peter shrugged, still glued to his show. "Nope, they just baked," He said, completely oblivious.

You and James both let out a sigh of relief at the same time, eyes meeting in a shared, victorious moment. The bet was almost over, and you had not touched each other—well, mostly not touched.

And then, just as you both took a step toward each other, eager to celebrate your (mostly) successful bet, Sirius spoke up with a dramatic, teasing voice.

"Nuh-uh," He said, wagging a finger like a parent scolding children. "Not yet. Not till the rest of the day!"

You groaned playfully. "Sirius, come on!" You whined, but even the complaint didn’t sound all that serious. "You’re the worst."

James crossed his arms in mock indignation, his lips puffing out in a little pout. “We’ve been good,” He said, giving you a pleading look. “We didn’t touch! This should be a reward!”

Sirius glanced at his watch, a grin tugging at his lips. "You both still have two hours before the bet is completely over," he teased. You and James pouted, both of you groaning in exaggerated frustration.

"Two hours?" you whined. "That's forever!"

James crossed his arms dramatically, leaning against the counter. "I’m starting to think you made this bet just to torture me, Y/N."

You laughed, nudging him playfully. "Oh please, Potter. You’re the one who wanted to prove you could win."

"Okay, how about we play a board game?" Marlene interrupted, clearly trying to put a stop to the obvious flirting between you and James.

The rest of the group immediately agreed, and you all settled in to play Monopoly. You shot James a playful look as you sat down next to him, knowing full well that this would probably be just as ridiculous as the bet you were trying to hold out on.

Marlene raised an eyebrow at the two of you, clearly sensing something was up but not saying anything. "Alright, let's see if you two can manage to keep your hands to yourselves during this one."

You grinned and nudged James with your elbow. "Oh, I think we can handle it. Right, Potter?"

James shot you a dramatic wink. "Oh, I’m definitely focused. No distractions here."

But that did not continue to be truthful because every time you reached for a piece, you’d accidentally brush his hand or your elbows would bump.

Each time, you both giggled and pulled back, pretending to be serious about the bet, but the playful look you exchanged made it clear you weren’t fooling anyone.

The game went on, and with every turn, the distance between you both seemed to shrink.

At one point, you both reached for the same piece at the exact same time. Your fingers brushed, and you both froze for a moment before bursting into giggles.

“Oops,” James said with a grin, pulling his hand back dramatically. “Guess we’re terrible at this.”

You rolled your eyes, though you were grinning just as much. “You’re the one who’s distracting me, Potter.”

“I’m distracting?” He laughed, pretending to be offended. “I think you’re the one who’s making it impossible to focus!”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to stifle your laugh. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be so mad right now.”

“I know,” He winked. “It’s my best quality.”

Sirius playfully rolled his eyes at the both of you but that still didn't stop the moment.

The game continued with more silly moments—James trying to accidentally brush your arm while reaching for a piece, you pretending not to notice when his leg bumped yours under the table. You both tried to act like the bet mattered, but every little touch and teasing glance only made it more ridiculous.

At one point, you stood up to grab a piece from across the table, and of course, James stood up at the exact same time. You both awkwardly bumped into each other as he tried to scoot past, and you couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“You’re making this harder,” You said between giggles, trying to regain your composure but not moving away from him.

James just grinned, looking completely unbothered. “I’m doing nothing. It’s you who’s making it hard.”

You laughed even harder, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, the game ended and your friends started to clean up. You and James were sitting side by side, still grinning at each other like two kids who just got caught doing something silly.

You exchanged a glance, and before either of you could say anything, your hand instinctively reached out for his. His fingers immediately curled around yours, and the room seemed to fade into the background for a second.

Sirius, noticing from across the room, grinned and said, “Well, well, look who finally broke the bet.”

You and James just laughed, completely ignoring the teasing. You were both just too happy to be together.

James reached into his wallet, handing Sirius the ten galleons, immediately looking at you.

“Worth it,” James said with a goofy smile, giving your hand a little squeeze as he picked you up from your waist and spun you around.

You nodded, your smile matching his. “Definitely.” You said, kissing him sweetly.

Sirius shook his head with a chuckle. “You two are impossible.”

You were.

But honestly? You didn’t care. Because at that moment, you were touching James, and it was the most perfect, thing in the world.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Your Favorite Flavor - Pt5 Final

modern!aemond x fem!dealer!reader 

Previous Parts

Summary: Super sweet and smutty holiday special to wrap up this mini series.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, smoking, sibling smoke sesh 😶‍🌫️, drugs(weed), bondage, vibrator, spanking, fingering, p in v, unprotected

Authors Note: sorry this took me so long but here’s the last part!!! literally finished this up today sooo happy holidays 💞🫶🏻

Word Count: 4.5k

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You have the perfect idea to welcome Aemond home but a lot of it plans on getting his parents house empty. It’s the holiday season so you’re hoping they’re going to one of their vacation homes to escape the cold. You didn’t necessarily want to text Helaena about your plans but you needed her. 

you: pls tell me you guys aren’t going to be home when Aemond gets done w school 

hel: do i even wanna know? but luckily for you both 🤢 we’ll be out of town 

you: and you’ll leave me a key in exchange for some gifts 😋 

hel: pls just don’t go in my room 🧎🏼‍♀️

you: anything else off limits 

hel: no i just don’t tell me where 🫠 

You drive over to Helaena and smoke with her before handing her a bag of different gifts. She hands you the key and giggles asking what you have planned. By the end of your ideas both of your faces are red as you giggle. You hug her and then make your way back home to finish getting the final touches. 

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Aemonds family left an hour ago and you showed up ten minutes ago ready to clean his room and get it ready. You thank the Gods his mother still upkeeps his room so you don’t have much to clean up. You yank off his sheets and replace them with the red silk ones you ordered. After getting the bed situated you grab the plastic bag with the rest of your things and finish setting up. 

aemond: omw home 

you: helaena left me her key yesterday i’m in bed waiting for you 🤭 

Aemond groans, putting his phone in the passenger seat and giving his car a little more gas. For the next couple of weeks he gets to spend everyday with you. Besides the couple days starting tomorrow when he has to go to his parents. The ride home flies by and he smiles when he pulls into the drive and sees your car. He scrunches his brows when you don’t meet him outside or even at the bottom of the stairs. 

He expected you to be napping or anything but this. His headboard has black silk tied through the slats that wraps around both of your wrists. You have silk tied around your chest in a bow with a matching bow tied over your hips hiding your core. He walks closer to you slowly trailing his fingers up your leg.

“You have to tighten this one. I couldn’t on my own.” you whisper, wiggling your fingers and his hands are at the wrist you mentioned tightening it. 

“Mm I quite like this.” his fingers dance along your skin teasing you with his touch. His fingers grab onto one of the ribbon ends on your chest and he looks at you with a raised brow. You nod at him and he pulls slowly at the silk, groaning as your chest is bared to him. “My very own present.” he hums, kneeling on the bed next to you. He dips down and flicks his tongue against your nipple. 

“Aemond.” you squeak as he takes the peak between his teeth. He continues to suck and nibble as you squeeze your thighs together.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.” he kisses across your chest to your other nipple. “So very sweet to me.” you squirm as his fingers trace down your side. He grabs the edge of the ribbon over your hips and it slips off and falls to the bed. He sits up on his bed and looks down at you. “Fuck you’re so perfect.” he stands up and lets his eyes travel over your body. 

“I got some more stuff for you in that bag.” Aemond turns and sees the black plastic bag waiting for him on his desk. He gets up and smiles watching you squirm in his bed. When he grabs the bag he groans finding more silk restraints, a ridiculous amount of oil, and Gods he’s going to have too much fun with this. 

“You won’t be leaving this bed for hours.” he turns to you with dark eyes. Your eyes look at the vibrator in his hand and you nibble your lip squeezing your thighs shut. 

“Open your legs. I won’t hesitate to tie them open.” your breath catches as you slowly open your thighs. He turns the vibrator on and watches your cheeks flush. He presses it to your bud and smiles when you pull on the silk. 

“Aemond,” you moan loudly. He chuckles as you roll your hips while soft gasps greet his ears. He settles between your thighs keeping them open and pressing his lips to yours. A cry comes from you as he turns up the setting. “Aem, yes, I’m gunna,” he watches you with an amused smile as you buck against him and pull against the headboard. 

“Fucking look at you,” he watches you go taut as your pleasure washes through you. He starts to swirl the head against you as you tremble beneath him. “How’s that feel?” he hums watching your chest heave. 

“Good, so good,” your words slurred from pleasure as he starts to kiss down your neck. “Yes, yes please,” your legs wrap around his waist and he grunts as the vibrator presses against his pants. You chuckle hearing his breathing deepen. “You gonna come in your pants again?” you gasp as he pulls back and turns up the speed. “Aem, I-“ you gasp as he chuckles. 

The broken whimpers leaving your mouth are going straight to his cock and he wants to hear more. He starts to circle the head and his name is torn from your throat. The silk tied to his headboard is taut as you arch off his bed. He pushes your legs open more as he slides down to lay between them. He doesn’t pay attention to your babbling as he shoves two fingers into you. He groans when he feels you pulsing around his fingers and with a couple more pumps of his fingers your pleasure is seeping out of you. 

“Please fuck me, please,” you cry and he chuckles turning off the vibrator and tossing it to the side. “Gods Aemond please.” you pull on the silk groaning that you can’t touch him. 

“I was going to until you made that pants comment.” you scrunch your eyebrows and whine at him. 

“I take it back. I’m sorry. Please.” he watches your body shake as pleasure still courses through you. “Aemond please, please,” he smirks watching you try to wrap your legs around him again pulling him towards you. “Aemond please, I’ll do anything.” you whine watching him get off the bed and start tugging his clothes off. 

“I’m sure you will but I don’t think I can be convinced right now.” he hums getting back into bed. You turn your body towards his and he silently chuckles as you pout. “Gods you’re so fucking perfect.” he runs his hand up your side. “But when you open your mouth.” he shakes his head. His eyes widen and he sits up and smiles with an idea.

You watch as he leans over you and grabs the ribbon and hovers over you. He lowers the ribbon to your mouth and tilts his head slightly in question. You lift your head up and he smiles, wrapping it around and tying it into a bow. He leans back and kneels between your legs looking over every inch of you. You squirm when he wraps his fingers around his length and starts to slowly stroke himself. 

“This is what I’m going to think about every night you’re away from me.” you squirm watching him tighten his grip. “Tied to my bed with your mouth shut,” he softly groans as he swipes against his tip. “Pussy crying for me just to reach out and,” he chuckles as your body jolts when his other hand trails up your thighs. “Tell me what you want.” he smirks as your words get lost. 

You look up at Aemond with pleading eyes spreading your legs wider. He watches as you bite the ribbon in your mouth with frustration as he ghosts his thumb up your slit. Whimpers make it past the ribbon as his thumb dips into your wetness just to glide up to your hip. You watch his grip tighten around his length as he watches your writhe on his bed. He groans, unable to take it anymore and leans over to slide into you. He pulls the ribbon from your mouth and smashes his lips to yours. Your wrists tug against the ribbon holding them up and you whine. 

“What is it now?” he pumps into you slowly. 

“I want to touch you.” you whimper as he rolls his hips. 

“Mm, but I just want to sit here and enjoy my present.” he chuckles, snapping his hips into you. “Maybe I’ll try both of my presents at once.” he reaches around the bed searching for the vibrator. 

“Yes,” you nod your head quickly. “Please,” you roll your hips into his. He smiles when his fingers wrap around vibrator and he flicks it on. He hovers it above your bud and watches you buck against him and pull on the ribbon. “Oh Gods Aem, please, please yes,” you whine and he presses the head to your bud. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you pulse around him. Your eyes roll back as you shake beneath him as he continues to push into you. The vibrations push his pleasure over the edge and he spills inside of you. He turns off the vibrator and tosses it once more before collapsing on your chest. “You give the best gifts.” he presses his lips to your skin. 

“Please untie me.” you push your chest into his face. He chuckles and reaches up to pull open the silk. “Thank you, baby almond.” you wrap your arms around him and run your fingers up his back. 

“No, thank you for the perfect present.” he lifts up and presses his lips to yours. 

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When Aemond wakes up he panics that you’re not still in his bed. He pulls his sweats on and a smile spreads across his face as he’s halfway down the stairs. Music is coming from the kitchen along with your voice and the sounds of you cooking. The sight of you in one of his shirts could send him to his knees every time. He leans against the doorway watching your relaxed state and begins to make his way over to you. 

“I was wondering how long you would continue to watch me.” you hum as his arms wrap around your waist. 

“I could watch you forever and it wouldn’t be enough.” he mumbles, pressing his lips to the back of your head. 

“Shut up.” you chuckle at his dramatics. 

“I’m serious.” he holds you tighter. 

“Well go sit down and keep watching so I can finish breakfast.” you wave him off with a smile. He presses his lips to yours quickly before walking around and sitting at the counter. 

“I don’t want to go visit my family later.” he sighs, resting his head in his hands. “I want to spend my time with you.” you turn to look at the pout you know is placed on his face. 

“It’s just a couple of days, baby almond.” you hum. “We can Facetime like we normally do.” you begin to plate the food. 

“I don’t want that. Can’t you just come with me?” he doesn’t care about the slight whine in his voice. 

“Mm baby almond,” you coo, setting his food down in front of him. “Why are you so whiny this morning?” you brush your fingers through his hair and he buries his head in your neck. 

“I’m not, I just want to be with you.” he pulls you into his lap and you chuckle. “Please.” his lips press against your neck and your fingers pull his hair. 

“Is this my present?” you smile. “My sweet baby almond.” you hum holding him closer. “Let’s eat breakfast first and we’ll figure it out from there.” you pull back cupping his face. 

“Okay.” he nods, finally letting you go. You both start to eat and he turns to you with a smile. “So we’ll spend the next two nights with my family and then we’ll come home and be with your family?” he says in between bites. 

“Aemond,” you chuckle. 

“I’ll pack for you and drive you. I’ll roll for us every time. You won’t have to do anything.” he nods. “You’ll get to see Hel, you love her. You can smoke with her.” your smile widens at his coaxing. 

“How could I say no to any of that?” you look at him. 

“You’re supposed to say ‘Yes Aemond I’ll come with you because I love you so much.’ and then give me a kiss.” he purses his lips and you study his face wondering if he realizes his words. “Wait fuck, I’m- 

“Yes Aemond I’ll come with you because I love you so much.” you chew on your lip watching his cheeks flush. “This is when you say ‘I love you so much more.’ and not make this awkward.” his eyes snap to yours searching to see if you’re making fun of him. 

“But do you really?” he whispers with a raised brow. 

“I do.” you whisper back. “Do you?” your heart starts to beat faster. 

“I do.” he nods. 

“Then say it.” you feel your face heat. 

“I love you so much more.” he grins and you know your face matches his. 

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When you pull into the driveway Helaena opens the front door and waits with a smile plastered on her face. You give Aemond a quick kiss before getting out and leaving him to unpack the car. He smiles watching you run up to Helaena and she tugs you inside. She hauls you upstairs to her room and you chuckle when she slams the door shut behind you both. 

“Gods I was so happy when I found out Aemond was bringing you. I didn’t want to have to hear him whine about you.” you chuckle kicking off your shoes to sprawl across her bed. 

“I want to meet Aemond’s girlfriend.” his brother walks into the room. “Our baby brother got lucky.” he smirks at you. 

“Aegon, get out.” Helaena throws a pillow at him. “And knock next time freak.” he chuckles before leaving the room. 

“I need to like gossip real quick.” you turn to her with a hushed voice. 

“Tell me now.” she scoots in close. 

“He told me he loved me today.” you still can’t believe it. 

“Well of course he does.” she chuckles. “But do you love him?” she raises her eyebrow. 

“I do.” you nod your head and she squeals. “Shh,” you cover her mouth and you both turn when her door is opened once more. 

“For fucks sake can none of you knock?” Helaena sits up and looks at Aemond. 

“You stole my girlfriend.” he walks over to the bed and scoops you up. 

“I’ll sneak you away from him later.” Helaena calls after you with a smirk. He starts carrying you down the hall and you chuckle at his small pout. 

“Aemond,” a woman’s voice calls from downstairs. 

“Gods,” Aemond groans and changes his course. When you both get to the first floor once more he sets you down. “Yes mother?” he grabs your hand and leads you to the living room. 

“Oh my Gods she’s so much cuter than Helaena described.” his mother stands from the couch and pulls you into a hug. “Look at the two of you.” she stands back and coos. “Go stand by the tree right now.” she waves the both of you over and Aemond chuckles, grabbing your hand. 

“Mother-

“Enough,” she smiles, grabbing out her phone and immediately starts snapping pictures. “Smile.” you chuckle looking up at Aemond and he presses his lips to your quickly before turning back to his mother. “Gods you’re both so adorable. Oh Aemond, look at your little blush.” she coos and you bite your lip to hide your laughter.

“Mother please,” he says exasperated. 

“Fine.” she sighs. “Go relax you two and I’ll see you for dinner.” she smiles at her phone flicking through the pictures. 

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Dinner went well and his entire family loved you. You’ve never seen Aemond blush so profusely and make a note to come to more family dinners. His hand has been squeezing yours for the past ten minutes and once the table is cleared he’s helping you up and tugging you to his room. 

“I can roll, Aemond.” you go to grab the tray out of his hand and he holds it above your head. 

“I said I was rolling for you.” he smirks as you glare up at him. 

“I just thought I’d offer.” you roll your eyes before going to lay on his bed. There’s a quick knock on his door and he groans walking over to it and opening it. 

“Thank the Gods you’re not fucking yet.” Helaena smiles pushing past him and joining you on the bed. “I brought a joint for us.” Aemond watches the both of you giggle and curl up on his bed. He flares his nostrils and goes to shut the door when Aegon's hand stops him. 

“I also come with gifts.” he walks in with a small package of gummies. 

“You two could smoke together and leave us alone.” Aemond looks at his siblings. 

“It’s the holidays, baby brother. Don’t be so grumpy.” Aegon giggles sitting at the desk. 

“She was my friend first. If anyone is smoking alone with her tonight it’s me.” Helaena says from next to you. 

“And where did you two meet?” Aegon waves off Aemond’s sigh. Aemond begins to roll knowing there’s no way he’ll get them out of here. 

“School then she became my dealer.” Helaena hums before lighting the joint. 

“So that’s why you stopped buying from me.” Aegon chuckles before popping a gummy into his mouth and tossing the bag to the both of you. 

“Aemond too. She’s much better than you.” she smiles and passes you the joint. 

“Ouch,” Aegon grabs at his chest playfully. 

“You literally stole back the weed I paid for.” Aemond looks at him with a raised brow. 

“Well you left it at home when you went back to school.” Aegon lulls his head to the side to smile at Aemond. 

“You’re impossible.” Aemond sighs and walks over to you, handing you the blunt. 

“Thank you, baby almond.” you smile up at him before handing him the joint and gummy. His eyes go wide hearing your nickname and Aegon's accompanying snort.

“Baby almond?” Aegon giggles and you watch Aemond clench his jaw. 

“Aegon enough,” Helaena chides with a hint of a smile. 

“I’m sorry.” you whisper up at Aemond. He looks down at you with dark eyes as he continues to hear Aegon chuckle and Helaena attempt and fail at hiding her joining laughter with him. 

“Here.” Aemond reaches his hand out and passes the joint to Aegon. He tosses the gummy into his mouth and joins you on the bed choosing to ignore his siblings. 

“Can you pass this to Helaena, baby almond?” Aegon giggles. 

“At least I have a girlfriend.” Aemond seethes, taking the joint from Aegon. 

“Fair enough.” Aegon shrugs still smirking. “Baby almond.” he bursts into giggles along with Helaena. 

“Aem,” you look up at him and see him looking up at the ceiling. “Aem,” you grab his hand and he looks down at you. You lean into his side hoping he’ll start to relax. You light the blunt and pass it to him and hope the nickname will be forgotten by everyone within a couple minutes. 

“Well if Aemond is going to pout I’m going to put music on.” Helaena sighs and gets up to turn on his speaker. 

“Of course I’m going to pout if you’re going to make fun of me.” Aemond sighs, passing the blunt to Aegon. 

“Gods Aemond, you’re so dramatic.” Helaena comes back to the bed with the joint once the music is on. “I figured her present for you would help you relax.” he looks at you with wide eyes and you fall back onto the bed covering your face. 

“And your girlfriend is equally as dramatic and has good weed. Be happy. Things could be worse.” Aegon chuckles, handing him the blunt back. “Just hold onto that until you chill out.” Aegon reclines back into the chair. 

“Since when do you guys tag team me?” Aemond groans looking between both of them. “And you? Hiding when you started this.” he turns and looks down at you. 

“Me?” you move your hands and look up at him with an open mouth. 

“Don’t give me that look.” he points the blunt at you. 

“So now I have, pouting almond?” you blink up at him and Helaena claps her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter while Aegon lets his sound loudly. 

“Both of you out of the room.” Aemond stands. “Take the joint and blunt with you. I don’t care. Out.” he walks to the door and his siblings stand trying to rein in their laughter. As Aegon walks past he plucks the blunt out of Aemond’s fingers before he snaps the door shut. 

“Aemond I’m-

“Now you can call me Aemond.” he shakes his head, chuckling. “Because you know you’re in trouble.” he grabs your ankle and drags you to the end of the bed. He lifts you up and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.” you walk until you’re standing between his legs. 

“I didn’t mean to.” you push your bottom lip.

“Mm.” he starts to take off your shirt and pants leaving you in your panties before looking up at you. “Over my knees.” you nibble your lip as he helps you bend down. 

“Aem,” you look back at him and his hand lands on your ass. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” he lands his palm on your other cheek. He pulls your panties and you squirm as they press into your center as his hand lands upon your cheek again. He watches your panties become more wet as his hands land on your cheeks. He starts to softly rub at the heated flesh and you turn and look up at him with pleading eyes. “Stand up for me again.” he spanks you one more time pulling a whimper from you. 

“Aemond I’m sorry,” you watch him smirk up at you. “Aem,” he stands and towers above you as he starts to pull off his clothes. 

“Then be a good girl and get on the bed.” you nod quickly. “Face down.” he turns, watching you raise your ass into the air. You hear him discarding his clothes and bite your lip when his fingers ghost across your ass on the sensitive skin. “Bring a pillow to your mouth or my whole family will hear you.” you reach up and bring one down to you. 

Aemond grips your hips, lifting them higher before he begins to spank you again, watching your pleasure leak out of you slowly. He swipes at your wetness and coats its length watching you squirm on his bed. He slowly starts to push into you listening to your muffled noises. He starts to pump into you quickly, watching you scoot against his bed and fist his pillow. His hand lands on your ass again and groans when you flutter around him. 

He leans down over you slowing his movements so he can whisper in your ear. “Next time you call me baby almond in front of someone I’m putting you over my knees on the spot.” he groans as you squeeze around him. “Mm but you might like that. Hm?” he chuckles, snapping his hips into yours as you nod your head into the pillow. “Of course you would.” he lifts back up and spanks you again. “Because you’re so fucking naughty.” his hand lands on your cheek and your pleasure bursts through you. “Fuck,” he groans spilling his pleasure in you. He slowly pulls out and flips you over to look at your heaving chest. 

“Do you still love me?” you nibble your lip. 

“Of course I still love you.” he curls up next to you in bed and holds you closely. 

“And you’ll still love me if I call you baby almond?” you turn your head and look at his smile. 

“I love when you call me baby almond. Just not in front of others.” he presses his lips to your brow. “Though I’m sure now my siblings will call me that exclusively.” he sighs, pulling you closer. 

“So I can call you baby almond in front of them?” you try to hide your smile. 

“Gods I’d let you call me anything you want.” he shakes his head. 

“I love you, baby almond.” you hum letting your eyes shut. 

“I love you too.” his head rests against yours as he starts to drift off. 

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The rest of the weekend with his family went smoothly and by the time you got back into town to spend the next couple of days with your family you were both relaxed and prepared. Your parents and siblings adored him and invited him back anytime he wanted. You were nervous about this weekend but everything has gone so perfectly you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

“So this is what holidays will be like for the rest of our lives?” Aemond turns to you on your bed. 

“The rest of our lives?” you smirk. “Someone is thinking far into the future.” you cup his cheek. 

“We’ll graduate soon. Get nice jobs or if you’ll allow me to, I'll just have a nice job and you can stay at home. We'll have our own house. Maybe have a kid or two. Get a dog or a cat.” he looks down at you and takes in your flushed cheeks. 

“I want to get a big fish tank.” he chuckles, holding you closer. 

“That’s the only complaint?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“Not a complaint, just an addition to everything else.” you reach up and kiss him. 

“I can do that for you.” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Thank you, baby almond.” you wrap your arms around him tightly.

“It’s only because I love you so much.” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you on top of him. 

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The Arrangement Part 4

Pioneer! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 3

You laid in bed for quiet some time when you woke, your worry that your new husband regretting his decision to marry you hovering like a cloud over your head.

You have a few hours ride before arriving in Jackson. And then your life with Joel will properly begin.

You could do this.

So you got up and got ready for your new life. Your parents was the happiest couple you knew. So, you decided there and then, to do as your mother did, and see if Joel was alright with that. If it was good enough for your father for twenty plus years, it couldn’t possibly be bad, right?

The camp was still asleep, save for the two agency men patrolling. You went to the stream and cleaned yourself, getting a bucket of water for Joel to clean himself with. One of the agency men started a fire for you, and the camp began to stir.

You heard Ellie fussing. You went to your new husband’s wagon, the tarp still closed. You heard him stir and coo softly to Ellie. You knocked softly on the base of his wagon, telling him you could take her. He immediately drew the tarp open, his blanket still surrounding him, his sleep-mussed face smiling at you.

“Good morning, wife.”

You couldn’t help it. You blushed and shyly mumbled a good morning to him, too. He picked Ellie up from her basket and handed her to you. Your eyes were caught on the lace handkerchief on his pillow. He noticed, his hand immediately taking the delicate material and stuffing it in his pocket, averting your eyes, his hand immediately rubbing the back of his neck, a small, shy smile on his lips.

You told him you had warmed up some water for him to wash. Was there anything you could get him to do so? He shook his head, thanking you for the water. He grabbed a small flannel from a basket by the entrance, as well as a toothbrush. You asked if he shaves in the mornings, and he said not really. He trimmed his beard every few days, but he preferred not to shave unless needed. He quickly got ready for his day, and you took a happy Ellie for a quick wash and nappy change, quickly washing her clothes and nappy so they could dry in your wagon on the journey.

When you got back to the camp, Ellie secured on your chest, breakfast was ready. Joel quickly got up and made a plate for you, taking Ellie from you while you quickly prepared something for her to eat. He fed Ellie while you ate, before eating himself. It all just felt so normal. As if you had done this with him all your life.

A good first morning, you thought.

**********

After breakfast, Lee called you and Joel over to the lead wagon, three pieces of paper in his hands. Your marriage certificate. Your name and Joel’s already filled in dated the day before, just waiting for you and your new husband to sign them.

You quickly read the details and signed your name.

Joel, on the other hand, hesitated.

You felt the blood in your head turn cold. This was it. He’s regretting the marriage.

He stared at the certificate for a long time, so much so, Lee asked him if something was wrong. Joel shook his head, and asked if he could give the two of you some time. Lee walked away to the front of the wagon, checking the horses. Joel looked at you with apprehension on his face.

“Erm, would you mind reading what’s on this for me? I don’t read too well. I can read, it’s just, I can’t do it fast enough and the big words…” He was starting to ramble, shame flooding his face.

You placed your hand on his, taking the papers from him. You read the details on the certificates, only loud enough for him to hear. When it came to the bit where it named him your husband, a wide, shy smile graced his face, and all your worries about him regretting this arrangement immediately dissipated.

He quickly called Lee back and wrote his name in big block letters down where the husband’s signatures should be, passing the papers back to him, the older man quickly signing the certificates, stamping his mark on red wax, his name and ranking clearly embossed into them, immediately rolling one and putting it in a wooden scroll, placing the cap on it, before handing it over to Joel. The second one will be submitted to the registrar office in Jackson, he said, and he will keep the third for his own record. He shook Joel’s hand and went back to preparing for departure.

Joel held the scroll solidifying your statuses as husband and wife in his left hand, placed his right one in his pocket, his head down, and asked you if you regret marrying an uneducated man such as himself. There was such insecurity in his voice and mannerism, you felt a little relieved to know you were not the only one worried about regret in this arrangement. You slipped your arm in his, and told him, never. Let’s go get ready for our new life, husband.

He heaved a very obvious sigh of relief and placed the hand holding the scroll over yours on his arm, before guiding you back to your wagon. He climbed in and helped you pack it for the rest of the journey, and you followed him into his own to do the same. The two of you worked seamlessly together, you had found, well, three, if you count the little girl merrily chirping in the shawl strapped to your chest, seemingly ordering her new parents around.

When he climbed into the driver’s seat next to you and Ellie, he placed the blanket you had used the two days before on you, tucking it in neatly around you and Ellie, his new wife and baby, before settling in, sitting much closer to you, you noticed, and clicked gently to get his horse moving. The three of you settled down for the journey to your new life as a family.

**********

When the wagons finally made it to the edge of Jackson, Lee immediately led the four wagons to your designated lands, all adjoining each other, each one marked with twine, a flag, and a small sign designating the plot numbers. Most of the plots around were taken, houses already on them, their residents going about their days. The four wagons set up nearer to the stream a few minutes’ walk down from the plots, where the land was flatter, and access to the water easier. Lee asked the men to go with him to town for the deeds, Joel going with your father’s in his possession, as well as his own, your newly minted marriage certificate along with them. The rest of the agency men stayed, helping the ladies set up, unhooking the horses and letting them go down to the stream to cool down.

By the time the men returned, the wagons were set up. Yours and Joel’s facing each other, close enough that he could hear you should you need help, and the other three wagons away from yours enough to establish some privacy. You had begun unpacking some stuff from your own, taking out the big piece of tarp your mother had brought along for temporary shelter from the sun, the corners already tailored to hook onto the poles your father had crafted before leaving. You hooked the material on to the poles, leaning them onto your wagon and waited for Joel to come back. You unrolled the rubber mat that was stashed under the wagon onto the ground before placing a patterned rug your mother had purchased just for this onto it, placing one of Ellie’s baskets on it.

Joel seemed excited at the set-up, taking the poles into his hands and began staking them into the ground at the corners of the rubber mat you had placed. He then took some twines and secured the poles into the ground further, giving the three of you some temporary shade, as well as a place to rest and eat.

He helped you get the bigger items out, the main ones being the three large, heavy wooden boxes lined up on one side of your wagon. One of them contained your father’s woodworking tools, you told him. It’s his now.

His face lit up when he opened them. They needed these tools to build, he said, they were going to purchase them, but didn’t need to now. He was so happy he lifted you up and twirled you in a big hug, making you giggle, Ellie squished between the both of you. He only seemed to realize what he had done once he put you down, mumbling an apology and a shy smile. Your face was red, for sure, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt seeing him so happy.

You opened the second box, filled with rolls of cloth, the ones your mother’s former employer had gifted her, she had planned to make sheets and curtains, as well as a few dresses and shirts from them. The third contained your books – it was the one thing you refused to get rid of. Joel stashed the boxes in his own wagon, wanting you and Ellie to have more space in yours to sleep comfortably. You insisted that your mother’s sewing box stayed with you in your wagon.

It took the two of you the rest of the day to unpack what was needed, the rest stored away neatly for when the houses were built. The men quickly set up some poles to tie the horses to, and some clotheslines to hang the laundry. Each camp had its own firepit, the other three camps deciding that you and Joel should have some alone time to get to know each other. By the time evening came, the entire new family was gathered around your camp, Will and Benny’s fiancées, Olivia, or Liv, as she insisted you and Maria call her and Diana bringing dinner with them as a welcome to Jackson gift.

You and Maria liked both of them immediately, both seemed suited to their intendeds well. They were very friendly and welcoming to you and Maria – they intended to go to the registrar office within the week to marry. They currently rented one room together in the tavern in town, waiting for Will and Benny to arrive. They had all met during the war, both nurses in service, got separated towards the end of their service and ended up in Jackson before Will and Benny, working in the town clinic. They both gave you and Maria big hugs before leaving, telling both of you they will see you in town the next day to show you around, all of you had made plans to go into town to get some provisions while the men sorted the materials they needed to start building.

That night, before bed time, you opened the locked secret compartment your father had built into the wagon and took out the pouch he had hidden in there. Your parents had been frugal people, and your father had planned to use the money to buy the materials needed for the house he was building. You gave the pouch to Joel, who immediately shook his head, telling you that it was yours, you should keep it. He had his own to spend, he said. What’s mine is yours, but what’s yours, should stay yours. You told him you would be living in this house too; you should contribute. Again, he shook his head, save it for yourself. You argued that it was not safe to keep that much money like that, so he said he would take you to the bank the next day while you were in town and will open up a bank account for you. For rainy days, he said. In case something happened to him.

The thought of that made your heart turn to pieces.

He helped you set up your wagon for you and Ellie to live in, unrolling your single mattress for you, the double one tucked alongside the wagon where the boxes were. He set up Ellie’s sleeping basket next to your mattress, and placed her inside, kissing her fat cheeks goodnight, the little girl long asleep from the excitement of the day. You helped him set up his own sleeping arrangement. He walked you to your own wagon, helping you back up, before kissing your hand with a soft goodnight wife, a small smile on his lips.

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The town of Jackson was a small one, but rather complete for its size. That morning, after a quick breakfast, the Millers, as you were all officially known now, went into town. Joel took you to the bank first thing, opening a bank account for the both of you. The teller looked a bit apprehensive that you would have access to the account, attempting to advise Joel into leaving your name out, but he would have none of it, insisting that you be given the same treatment as he in that respect. Of course, Mr Miller, the teller said, upon seeing the amount to be deposited, as you wish. Pleasure doing business with the both of you, Mr and Mrs Miller.

Liv and Diana met all of you outside the tavern where they boarded. The ladies then said goodbye to the men, who would be going to the lumberyard to purchase what they needed for the build. Joel gave you some money for provisions, telling you he would meet you back at the tavern for lunch. He kissed Ellie goodbye, cooing at her. He seemed to hesitate a little, hovering a bit too long before finally making up his mind, nodding at you before turning to leave.

The owner of the tavern, an older lady called Esther came out to say hello to you and Maria. She seemed friendly enough, telling the two of you that she ran the tavern with her grown daughter, her husband having gone out for smokes one day and never returned. You and Maria were a bit surprised by her bluntness, telling two complete strangers such a story within the first two minutes of meeting, noticing the uncomfortable looks Liv and Diana were giving you and Maria as the lady kept yammering on and on about how men were useless and that us women should never trust them.

A lady about Esther’s age was walking past your group, her arms laden with baskets and parcels. She lost her footing somehow and almost fell, her packages landing near your feet. You immediately bent down to help her pick them up, but she apologetically told you not to, you had a baby strapped on you, she said. Please don’t trouble yourself. Oh hush, you said, picking up a couple of packages while Maria picked up the rest, passing them on to her. She thanked you and Maria, introducing herself as Rose. She said hello to Liv and Diana, who said a friendly hello back, before giving Esther a glance and nodding, leaving immediately after.

“You want to watch out for that one,” Esther told you and Maria. “Keep your men away from her.” She raised her voice after Rose, “You can’t trust a woman who opens her legs for money!”

You saw Rose stop in her tracks, before walking on. Liv and Diana shared an exasperated look, before telling Esther you should get going, lots to do! Each of them quickly took you and Maria in their hands, pulling you both out, while Esther was still warning you two about Rose and the company she kept.

“Sorry about her, ignore her,” Liv told the two of you. “We had to hear that every day for months, ever since she found out we were engaged. She was convinced Rose was the reason her husband ran out on her.”

Diana scoffed, “You would think the husband would still be in town if that were the case. They said he just hopped a ride with a wagon train and left. We just try to avoid her. We had to endure her; she has the only rooms for rent in town.”

Apparently, Rose had moved to Jackson with her father, who passed away not long after. At the time, Jackson was just starting to attract newcomers, and work for a single lady like her was unlikely. She was very pretty, so men were clamoring for her company, wanting to ‘take care’ of her. So, she did what she did, and became very popular, eventually starting a legitimate business in town for lonely men passing by, and sometimes, even the locals. Unfortunately, most of these men were married, so their wives concocted stories about her to put them off. Not that it worked, but the ladies kept trying anyways. So Rose and her ladies got blamed for every single marriage problems in Jackson.

You wondered if that was the life you would have had to turn to if you had returned to the town you came from. You knew many ladies who had to turn tricks to survive, especially after they were left pregnant and unwed. She did what she had to do. Who were you to judge?

**********

The five of you walked around town, stopping at the registrar office to make an appointment for them to marry – two days from that day. You were excited for them. They seemed really happy and just wanted to be with the men they loved.

After the tour of the town, they took you to the grocers, butchers and bakers, you and Maria stocking up on provisions to last the week. Liv and Diana helped you carry your packages as you made your way back to the tavern, where the Miller men would be waiting.

When you entered the tavern, the place was full of diners. You looked around for the men, spotting Tommy, Will and Benny at one of the tables. Joel, however, was nowhere to be seen. The three men quickly got up to help you with the packages, Tommy taking Ellie from you, telling the very happy baby he missed her. Esther came and placed the meals the men had ordered on the table, Joel’s included before taking your orders as well. She inquired after Joel, Will telling her he would be right back.

“Good, that is one fine man. Don’t you fret, I have the perfect young lady for him, he will not be single for long in this town. Men like him should be worshiped,” she said, a knowing smile on her face. Everyone at the table stared at her in silence, before Tommy asked what she meant by that.

“Well, he’s not wearing a ring, you are, and these two are taken. But worry not, I have just the perfect young lady for him.”

You were too stunned to speak. Before anyone could say anything to her, Joel came back, taking his seat next to you, taking Ellie from Tommy. Ellie squealed when she saw him, happily slobbering all over him, and he gave her so many kisses and funny faces she couldn’t stop giggling.

“Ahh… look at you. Already so good with children. I was right about you young man, wait until you see this lady I had in mind for you. She’s just perfect. Just you wait,” Esther said, beaming at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we can’t have a handsome young man such as yourself single forever, can we?” she said with a conspiratorial smile, practically shoving her face in his.

“Actually, I am newly married. This is my wife, Elena, and our baby, Ellie.” Joel placed his arm around you, who were still much too stunned to speak, as was the rest of the table.

Esther’s face snapped. Gone was the happy, friendly lady she had pretended to be with you this morning. One who was annoyed her matchmaking plans were ruined had taken her place. She gave an exasperated huff and stomped away, returning with your food, placing your bowl so aggressively in front of you it spilled, the hot stew splashing onto your hand. You pulled your hand back, hissing in pain.

“WATCH IT!”

A booming voice filled the noisy tavern during the lunch rush. The tavern actually went quiet as a cemetery for a split second before people began murmuring and whispering to one another.

Joel had snapped at Esther. Because she spilled hot stew on your hand. Amidst the searing pain you felt, you wanted to smile, be smug. Your new husband was angry someone had hurt you.

Ellie began fussing, although, surprisingly, not at Joel’s voice. She was reaching out for you, as if wanting to make sure you were alright too. He passed her to Benny, taking your hand into his own and wiping the spill away with his kerchief. Esther seemed shocked at his outburst, but rolled her eyes and mumbled an insincere apology to you before leaving.

Joel checked your hand, asking Liv to look at it. She quickly ran upstairs to the room she shared with Diana and came back with a salve, rubbing some on the spot, which had turned red. He kept your hand in his, never letting go, worry etched across his face. Once Liv had finished tending to the minor burn, he asked for the salve from her, stood up, took Ellie back from Benny and held his hand out to you. You took it, puzzled at what he was thinking. He asked the men to help bring your shopping home, to which they nodded, all of them looked scandalized by Esther’s treatment of you, and pulled you by the hand out of the establishment, the stews untouched.

Esther came running out, calling his name, pleading for him to come back, but he ignored her. You saw her give you the nastiest look you had ever seen anyone gave, anger in her eyes.

Joel stopped at the bakers and got yourselves some pastries, lemonades and sandwiches for lunch. He didn’t say anything to you. He seemed livid. His hand never left yours, and he refused to give Ellie to you to hold. He did agree to let you strap her to his chest when he struggled to pay the lady with both his hands occupied, his anger dissipating a little as you giggled at his struggle, smiling at your giggly face before succumbing to some giggles himself. With his hands now free, he took the package from the lady, and took your hand back into his. Let’s go home, he said.

You followed shyly, rather flustered at this new form of intimacy he had suddenly shown you, letting him lead you by your good hand, running into Maria and Tommy at the door. Tommy told you that they had all decided to leave after what happened, Will and Benny helping Liv and Diana pack up their stuff to leave the tavern for good as they were speaking. Tommy was going to take Benny’s wagon when they get back to bring the girls home. They decided that the girls could sleep in Will’s wagon before the marriage, the brothers in Benny’s.

Esther, it seemed, was not happy. But don’t worry, Tommy said. We’re family, a big one, in fact. We will look out for one another. And apparently Esther was not exactly in good graces with the town either, so don’t worry about people turning on you, he told you.

Joel and you waited while Tommy and Maria got some lunch for themselves and the others from the bakery before walking home together. Joel refused to let go of your hand, and soon, you noticed, he interlaced his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand as the four of you chit chatted about the drama on the journey home. Ellie joined in, ‘talking’ at you from her Papa's chest, babbling in annoyance, Joel telling her that’s right, the nasty lady was mean to Mama, so we’re not going there anymore, are we BabyGirl? The four of you laughed out loud when Ellie gave a disgruntled ‘Mm’, seemingly agreeing with her father.

Mama. You chanced a shy glance at him, and he winked at you.

Oh, it’s hot today. Wasn’t today hot? Was your collar tight?

The men quickly hitched up Benny’s wagon, and Tommy went off to pick up his cousins and their intendeds. When they returned, all of you sat at your camp, enjoying your lunch with much laughter and joy, forgetting the nastiness of the tavern.

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After lunch, you set Ellie down in her basket for her nap. Joel sat facing you, telling you he has something for you. He produced something from his pocket, wrapped up in a scrap of cloth. He opened it to reveal two silver rings. He just got them, he told you. It’s not much, he said, but he hoped you would like it. You couldn’t help the silly grin that appeared uncontrollably on your face. His face mirrored yours as he took the smaller of the two rings and took your left hand, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. You then did the same for him, before lifting his hand and placing a soft kiss on his ring.

His face got really red behind his shy smile; his right hand immediately went up to rub the back of his neck. A quirk you had noticed him do every time he was shy. He looked like he was about to say something when the men came over, telling him they should go put markers on the plot, the lumber should arrive later today, and if they wanted to start first thing tomorrow, they shouldn’t delay. He reluctantly agreed.

Benny and Will asked if they could ask you a favor? They produced kerchiefs from their pockets, wondering if you could sew their initials in a corner for the wedding? They liked that you and Joel did that but didn’t want their initials to look messy, since they didn’t know how to sew well. Benny couldn’t resist taking a shot at Joel, “Look at the one he gave you,” he said, earning him a glare from your husband, which he laughed off, Joel shaking his head at how silly his younger cousin was. You simply laughed and took the kerchiefs from them, telling them they will be ready by the time they came back.

Joel came back, reluctantly telling you that he wouldn’t mind if you took off his initials from the kerchief he gave you and resew it yourself, it would look much nicer, he said. You raised yourself on your tippy toes to get closer to his ears and told him that you had a secret to tell him. Girls really liked it when the men made an effort, so no, husband, you wouldn’t change anything on that kerchief, and you will treasure it for life. He looked elated, turning to go to the plot, but hesitated again, this time turning back, giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek, whispering thank you, wife, before quickly walking away, trying to hide the pinkness in his cheeks and ears.

You chased after him, his hat in your hand, and gave him a shy kiss on his bearded cheek too, before quickly turning away and going back into your wagon to fetch your mother’s sewing box.

You didn’t see how long Joel stood where he was, his eyes stuck on the spot you disappeared into the wagon from, his hand on his cheek, the dumbest smile on his face, before Tommy’s hollering snapped him out of his lovestruck trance.

Part 5

[idontplaytrack]

Baby, just talk

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language

In which a day off from school leads you to a weekend where you and Capri get closer than ever.

You took the day off from school today— college was tough, alright? You needed a break. But now being bored out of your mind, you were just sitting on the couch and staring into space. Groaning out of frustration, you got up and started to pace the living room. Noticing the time on your lock screen, Capri would’ve just arrived at school. A few minutes later, you get a text from her — a mirror selfie in the school bathroom. She looked damn good, obviously. She always does. You replied, set your phone down then went to make yourself a cup of coffee. During which, your phone buzzed a few times. And you knew it was Capri— no one else texted you at this hour. Plus, your parents were both out of town. Your Mom was helping her sister house-sit, your Dad went on a cruise with her work friends. Both of them would be gone for a week.

You gulped, feeling the little bit of excitement within you intensifying. You knew what was coming for you today. It wasn’t the first time, of course. You knew just what to expect, but yet she never fails to blow your goddamn mind every single time.

She looked amazing in her outfit today and she knew you loved it. So she sent you a couple more photos of herself in it. And then way more throughout the day from a sneaky little folder which contained things that were far from innocent. The photos of the outfit today were the tamest ones out of everything else you were about to receive in the coming hours.

Before lunchtime even came around, you weren’t so sure you weren’t going to be the one coming just from the photos alone. Exhaling harshly, you tossed your phone onto your bed and got up to pace the room. Your phone’s screen continues to light up— she was still sending you a bunch of photos, audio files and even videos. Some of which you’ve already not seen before. Your mind was spinning, your heart was hammering against your chest all while the ache between your legs grew, and grew. Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.

Or could you?

Of course you could, you were home alone. What were you thinking? Clearly not much.

You grabbed your laptop from your desk and a couple of toys from your nightstand drawer. Placing them on your bed, you shut the door and the curtains. It would not be hard at all to get yourself all worked up. What Capri’s been doing sending you all sorts of pictures and stuff? You were as good as halfway there. The girl knew exactly what she was doing— she knew that at this time of the month, you’d either be in a hell lot of pain or be needy as fuck. Right now, it was the latter. Okay, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been painfully obvious about it in your texts, but she was really feeding into your imagination right now.

You weren’t one to look up things like pornography to help yourself, you’ve never done that. Let’s face it, with Capri, she was more than enough. But somehow, curiosity got the better of you and you were looking up some positions. Things haven’t exactly been vanilla with Capri, but hey, it doesn’t hurt to know a little more. Right?

Your little research session didn’t last for long, because your thoughts were interrupted by Capri— again. Text after text, you got more and more riled up. It was getting harder and harder for you to focus. Your mind started to drift away, fantasising about Capri: what Capri’d do to you, what Capri’d do for you. Recalling how her kisses felt against your lips, and against your skin causes a rush of heat to shoot down south and pool between your thighs. It drove you crazy. You sighed, shut your laptop then grabbed your phone and a vibrator. You were feeling a little annoyed by yourself for being so easily worked up right now. God, how you wished she was here. How you wished she was here to do all sorts of sinful things to you, making you feel good.

Another text, another rush of heat down south. You cursed, rolling your eyes. Powering on the vibe, you held it to your clit over the fabric of your shorts, legs spread open without a thought. Your back was resting against two pillows, propping you up. The longer this went on for, the more relaxed you felt. Your head rolls back onto the pillows as you inhale sharply. “Shit.” You muttered, swallowing harshly as you scrolled through all the texts from Capri— each one making you more and more aroused. You turned up the speed on the vibrator, chewing on your lip as your eyes focused on the screen of your phone in your other hand.

“Fuck.” You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your giddy mind but you were so fucked, your mind was just filling up with fantasises. All of which without a doubt, about Capri. Of course. Soon enough, you were sliding off your shorts and underwear, tossing them aside. Imagining her hands roaming your body, her nipping and kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where you needed her the most? Shit, you were wet. So fucking wet. God, how Capri would eat you up. It was as though you two were interlinked, her next text only made you increasingly frustrated. ‘You need me, don’t you? You’re thinking about me. I know you.’

Ding.

“Don’t finish without me.” You read off your phone. Sighing, you kept going anyway. You kept going, until you were close. Then you stopped. You stopped to text her back, letting her know that you’ve just edged yourself and planned to do it again. Capri was thrilled to read that from you. So thrilled, she encouraged it. You scrolled through your phone a bit to let things calm down before you continued again. You felt the forceful throbbing soon after, causing your breath to grow heavier before a strangled whine erupted from your throat. How much longer could you wait, really?

You hastily powered off the toy in your hand and let it go, almost reflexively having your hand glide down your front and rubbing the bundle of nerves to provide yourself with some relief— as if that would bring you to the edge any slower. It wouldn’t, especially with your mind running wild right now. Especially with what you’ve been doing to yourself. And with Capri helping you with those seemingly endless text messages.

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When lunchtime rolled around, she called you. She actually called you.

“What— why are you calling me? Go eat your lunch.”

She laughs, you were expecting an absolutely unhinged reply— which you got, “I’d rather be eating you, baby.” You scoffed, the breath of air getting caught in your throat though. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, keep going. I’ll make you shut up.”

You grumbled, “I’m miserable here, Capri.”

“I know.” She hums, “God, I can’t wait to see you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in annoyance, “God.”

“Save that for later, y/n.” She teased.

“Capri.” You whined.

“You know I love that so I’ll just be doing whatever to make you do that again, and again.” She laughs, “Also maybe a nap would do you some good.”

“Oh, god.” You huffed.

Capri laughs lowly, the sound sending shocks down your spine and tingles all through your limbs.

You hung up on her, tossing your phone aside. You weren’t sure what to do now— did you take a nap? Or…finish what you had started?

You went shamelessly for the latter, your frustration reached a breaking point and you were desperate for relief. So you gave that to yourself and promptly got knocked out. It was a good thing since you didn’t have to focus on Capri anymore for now and allowed you to pass time. You didn’t even care that you weren’t wearing anything on the lower half of your body.

Rolling over onto your side, you started to wake up from your nap. Your eyes peeled open, landing on Capri who was standing in front of the vanity, removing her bracelets and rings. Soon, she felt your gaze on her so she looked over, flashing you a playful smile. “Had some fun there?” She teased. You only shrugged, “I was waiting for you. It felt like fucking forever.”

Capri laughs, “Careful what you wish for.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying…I could fuck you forever. It’s Saturday tomorrow, we could be home all day, babygirl.” Capri continued speaking, with a grin plastered on her face as she sat down right next to you, fingers prancing along your side. Smoothly, she was climbing atop of you, knees on either side. Then, she was sitting in you as she leaned down to capture your lips into her own.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” She spoke into the kiss, barely coherent. Light, fleeting kisses were quickly replaced by passionate, longing ones…over and over, reigniting the fire in your core, causing the heat to shoot downwards and pool in between your thighs.

“Oh, yeah?” You mumbled, and your words were very quickly swallowed by her eager kisses.

Capri nods, then her nimble fingers unbuttoned your shirt then unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts to her. She attached her lips to your skin again, moving her way down from your mouth to your neck, covering every inch of it diligently. It did not take long for your body to react to her actions. A whine getting caught in your throat, the ache between your thighs growing stronger and harder to ignore. All you could feel, all you could hear and all you could see was Capri. All Capri. Your head was spinning with pleasure as you writhed beneath her. She began sucking at a particular little spot along your neck, drawing out a moan easily. With that, she palmed one of your breasts, causing an even louder noise to be heard.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” She teased, holding that little bit in between two fingers.

You whined, blinking profusely. Capri tugs on it, causing you to moan again. Satisfied, she lets it go, but her lips continue to work over your neck’s sensitive spot. Gradually, Capri glided down, leaving a trail of desire in her wake. Every inch of your body was covered by her kisses, her touch…you needed her, so fucking badly. A little roughly, she pushes your legs apart, wasting no time and dipping her tongue into your folds, smoothing it up and down to gather your arousal. You seethed, hands gripping the sheets. A cry threatens to fall from your mouth but you bite down on your lip to keep it from happening. You feel her eyes burning holes into your own, so you look away. Capri does what she does best, to make you look at her. Pressing her tongue flat against the swollen bundle of nerves, your head snaps down as if on reflex. “Fuck!” You cursed aloud.

“There we go.” She coos, now resuming the gentler ways.

“Shit—” You pant, hand somehow finding its way into her hair, tangling in the locks. She peppers kisses all over your inner thighs, absolutely worshipping every single bit of that region, making you grow increasingly aroused. Your cheeks also grew hot from all this attention, then you feel her hand squeezing your inner thigh and her tongue still lapping up and down at your folds, with purposeful flicks of it against your clit.

This was as slow as Capri could get. Still, you were already a mess. “Making such a mess…” She sucked your clit harshly on purpose. You cried out. “Such a good girl, so wet for me…” Capri carried on, shifting slightly so she was fully attached onto your cunt now. Your back arches as the much deeper and intense contact, her hands grab your thighs, leaving red marks on them which she massaged while her mouth worked harder.

You felt like you had lost your sense of reality and got sucked into a bubble of bliss, with not a single worry in your mind. The noises you were hearing from her and her actions became more obscene, it honestly made you more needy. You’d started rutting against her face, in need of more of her. But she stops, caressing your thigh, “Baby?”

“What?” You asked, breathless, nearly whining.

“Sit on my face.” Capri stated calmly. You immediately complied, hearing her move around and laid down. You moved along with her and she guides you down onto her face. Your hand naturally reached back to grab a handful of her tit and she laughs. “Go for it. You know I love it.” The heat from her breath fanning against your cunt made you whimper, in response, she held onto your thighs, her tongue swiftly resuming its job of pushing you over the edge. The harder you groped her breast, the harder she fucked you with her tongue. Pretty soon, all your inhibitions were gone…her name, obscenities and all sorts of ungodly noises fell from your lips in an unending stream.

“Fuck—” You cried out shakily, “Oh, my God, Capri—” Feebly, you grinded against her face, moving in sync with her mouth. Her hand reached up without hesitation and kneaded your breasts. All the stimulation driving you closer and closer, so very quickly.

Your body stiffens as your climax rapidly approaches. Capri grabs your hips, keeping you on her face. How was she breathing? Honestly.

Your breath started coming out in short, hurried bursts and your legs shook when your orgasm hit you. Wave after wave of the immense pleasure coursed through your body, having you making Capri’s favourite noises and leaving a mess dripping down her chin. She doesn’t stop though, you knew she wouldn’t stop there. It’s been discussed before, you would tell her to stop when you absolutely couldn’t take anymore.

Manoeuvring the both of you to be laying on your sides, she lifts your leg and positioned herself in a way that both your cunts met. You cursed when you felt her against you like this, you could no longer think and was just following her lead. And fuck, did everything feel so damn good. With barely a break, the two of you began moving in sync, high on the contact that seemed so unfamiliar, but addictive. You could barely see, you could barely catch your breath too. But you still wanted to keep going.

“Oh, my God—” You whimpered, the sensitivity causing little shocks to be sent down your spine. “Fuck, oh— fuck, this feels so good— what—”

When she heard that, she stopped, quickly plunging two fingers into your tightening pussy and aggressively poking at your g-spot, causing those incoherent noises to spill again like the broken dam your mouth was. Capri climbs back atop of you, connecting your lips with hers to shut you up. So now, whatever came from your mouth was just meek whining and whimpering. She was basking in it, how needy you were right now.

“Fuck…” You spoke into the kiss, your voice near a cry as your breath hitched, “Fuck, Capri…”

Your head rolled back, causing Capri’s lips to leave yours. She wasn’t at all bothered by it, simply changing targets and skilfully wrapped her lips around your areola, sucking away happily at your teat. Your jaw hung open, any noise currently just got stuck in your throat and the pleasure kept surging.

“Oh, keep going, keep going— shit— shit!” You panted, barely able to keep still.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?” Capri lets out a breathy little laugh, her mouth barely leaving your tit. You couldn’t even bear with that much longer. You simply nodded in reply to her question, struggling to form even a simple sentence. Scratch that, not even a word…you were a soaking wet mess, squirming beneath her with all sorts of sinful noises erupting from your throat. It only spurred her on, each movement of hers strong and consistent.

Then the feeling of the air being knocked out of your chest swiftly made its comeback. Surprised, your hand on her breast suddenly grabbed the flesh tighter. Capri moaned aloud, causing you to go weak in the knees before she started to go down on you again, this time with your fingers intertwined with hers. Oh, shit. Capri saw what you were looking at on your laptop before.

“Ah, shit— mm—” You stuttered, she left you with no time to even process whatever was spewing out of your mouth— your noises of approval and pleasure matched up with her actions, one for one. Maybe even more. Capri was a happy camper, simply devouring you not wanting to waste as much as one drop. She has settled back in between your thighs for a while now, and honestly you could barely hear yourself— everything sounded warped.

“So fucking pretty.” Capri marvelled at the sight before her eyes, pressing a gentle peck to your clit. You feel her breath fanning against your heat, surprisingly, a low groan falls from your mouth. You scared yourself, but it wasn’t even a second later when you feel that tightening in the bottom of your core, threatening to break loose. Her fingers slipped back inside, wanting to feel you clenching around her digits. The merciless poking at your sensitive spot deep inside easily sent you over the edge a second time. “More, oh— my god— please.” Your chest heaved, Capri laid onto you to meet your face, sticking her slick-coated fingers into your mouth. You took them with no complaints, she watched you with a satisfied glimmer in her eyes, grinning.

“You wanna keep going?” Capri asked softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes, “Are you sure?”

You gave her hurried nods, your hands pulling her face close so you could kiss her. She moans tasting you again on your lips. “Want the strap?” She mumbled.

“Mm—yeah—”

“Hands and knees, baby. I’ll be right back.” She hummed, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before she clambered off you. You were still trying to find your breath, so you moved pretty slowly, flipping over onto your stomach you took your time getting into the position she wanted you in. Your breathing returns to its usual rhythm right as she came back. You feel her hand stroking your ass, causing it to clench on reflex. “Relax, baby…” She teased, then you felt the tip of the shaft being dragged along your wetness. You seethed. She’d started pushing into you, the length just slides in smoothly and bottomed out. The fullness was satisfying, but you were so goddamn sensitive now, the stimulation was making you want to cry.

“You okay, babygirl?” Capri asked seriously.

“Yeah— I am.” You choked out, a whine followed your words as her hands glided up to hold onto your hips. The warmth was oddly comforting and soft in an intense moment like this one. You could not control your mouth anymore, if it wasn’t obvious. She was enjoying how vocal and vulgar you were. Rutting against your hips, the slapping noise of your skin coming into contact with hers in a steady manner made you and her go crazy. You muttered a long string of ‘oh, fucks’ and her name, whining and whimpering, even ended up shedding actual tears while your face wound up being smushed against the mattress.

The pleasure was like a drug, you could never get enough of it once you started. Capri also knew how much you could take, so she was mindful of how long this went on for, so a third orgasm was like nothing to you. She wanted to make you squirt. She always does— did that happen often? Sure. but it doesn’t always happen.

As your third high began to crash onto you, you were sounding pathetic beneath her. Every sensation was stupidly intense, forcing tears out of your eyes like no other time. You also felt another rapid tightening of that coil in your core, which let go just as quick, causing a mess to trickle down your thighs as she continued impaling you. “Fuck, yes, baby. Holy shit— so fucking hot.” She remarked, smacking you on the ass. You yelped, at last falling flat onto your stomach. Capri was then slowing down to a halt when she heard you and saw you as good as convulsing. Well, she got what she wanted, and so did you. You were finally satisfied…it was like an itch that only Capri could scratch, was finally gone. You rolled around, now laid on your back. She catches your gaze while removing the harness. Your mind was miles and miles away, your heart hammering against your ribs…and you swore you’ve never cried this much from how good it felt, but fuck this was so worth it after waiting for it all day.

She lays down next to you, cupping your cheek. “I got you, okay? You’re alright.” Capri wrapped her arms around you, letting you lay your head on her chest. She plants a kiss on the top of your head, “Was it good?”

You squinted, then was giggling, “Was I not clear enough, Capri?”

“I’m kidding ya.” She chuckles, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Sleepy?”

“Oh, yeah. You know it.” You nodded, eyes fluttering shut without a fight.

“You wanna take a shower first, baby?” Capri suggests softly, “Then I can change the sheets.”

You sniffed, “Okay.”

“Yeah?” She broke away from the embrace carefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take a shower first.” You agreed, “I want my cuddles afterwards though.”

“Of course, baby.” She laughs cutely, peppering kisses all over your face and squeezing your butt, pushing you gently in the direction of the bathroom. You gasped playfully, giving her a kiss back quickly before you stepped into the bathroom with your towel.

“I’ll join you.” She called after you.

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You were shampooing your hair when she walked in, already completely undressed. Within seconds, Capri was pressed up against you and was wrapping her arms around you. Capri kissed you on the shoulder, “Hi, baby.” She said. Then, she was shampooing your hair for you, your hands just fell to your sides letting her do the work.

“Hey.” You smiled, it goes unnoticed by her since you were facing the other way.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mm, okay? I guess?”

Capri asks, “You guess? Baby, come on.”

You bite back a laugh, “Well, I’m kind of cramping a little, not gonna lie.”

She chuckles, “Damn.” Her fingers massaged your scalp, your eyes fluttered shut again, feeling this relaxing motion.

“That’s not very funny.” You sulked.

“I know.” Capri retracted her hands, “Okay, rinse off.” You shrugged, turning back around so you could wash the shampoo off.

“Is it bad?” She looked at you, worried.

“It’s a little more intense than usual, but I’ll be okay.” You promised.

“We’ll get you a painkiller after this.” She says while grabbing her shampoo bottle off the shelf.

“I’m fine, Capri.” You repeated.

“I know, baby.” She smiled, “Just doing what I should.”

After showering, Capri called for takeout from both of your favourite pizza place. While you were snuggled up against her, she turned the TV on so you two could watch something to pass time. “Tylenol. Now or later?” She asks softly, handing you the remote.

“Now.” You gave in. Even though it was a manageable pain, it was lingering so it was starting to bother you.

“Now? Alright.” She got out from her spot next to you and went to grab the medicine from the kitchen along with a water bottle for you.

You pulled the duvet up to cover yourself right as Capri returned. You gratefully took the meds and water from her and swallowed it with a gulp. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Capri opens up her arms for you to snuggle with her, you did so immediately. “Can’t get enough?” She quirked a brow. You scoffed, sighing in the end. “Stop being such a tease.”

“Neverrrr.” Capri snickered, “You love it. And it clearly really gets you going. I mean, really.”

You whined, she laughed breathily, kissing the crown of your head, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Did you get the cheesy pesto bread?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Sure did.” She confirms.

“Ooh, yay.” You answered sleepily.

“So, is that a no another—”

“You see me about to fall asleep, don’t you?” You smacked her playfully.

She shrugged, humming.

“Tomorrow.” You looked up at her. She shot you an almost perverted smile, “Okay, baby. Tomorrow.”

“Schoolwork can wait another day.”

“Anything you want, babygirl.”

“Yeah, talk more and you’ll get me going again.” You commented.

“I know.” She stated.

“Tsk.” You pouted.

“I’m not evil, y/n.” She ran a hand through your hair, “Take a nap, I’ll wake you when the food gets here.”

“Maybe you are a little…”

She squints. You giggled, “…A little mean.”

“You love it.”

You groaned, “Fine, fine. Yes, I do.”

“Sleep.” She hugs you tighter, “You’ll need it.”

“I know you’re kidding, but shut up.” You couldn’t stop laughing.

“You smell so good, though.” She mentioned.

“Shush.” You shut your eyes, “I love you.”

Capri chortled, “Mm I love you more, baby.”

“Of course you do.” You played along with her tone. “You sure as hell proved it.”

“Oh, yeah no doubt about that.” She smirked, “I also saw your laptop.”

“Oh, sue me. I had to pass a hell lot of time.”

“Alright, alright. Sleep.” She gave in, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’m not. That was fucking incredible. In fact, thank you.”

“Thank you.” Capri retorted, “I had a great time.” She bites the air.

You finally just gave in to the exhaustion, knowing this banter could go on forever if she wanted it to.

“Always so flustered with me.” She mutters, “You’re so cute.”

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💭A/N:

Gave up on the ending😭

[mo-the-gremlin-dandelion]

Happy Coradrag AU - Horse and the Infant

Happy Coradrag AU Masterlist

Summary:

Rosinante struggles with parenting, thankfully this isn't Dragon's first rodeo.

Context:

Dadan is not only a thief, but a business woman. So a professional thief.

Dragon - 36 (Birthdate: October 5)

Rosinante - 20 (Birthdate: July 15)

Ace - 3 (Birthdate: January 1)

Luffy - 6 weeks (Birthdate: May 5)

Dadan - 36 (Birthdate: August 30)

Kuzan - 31 (Birthdate: September 21)

Imagine the One Piece Narrator when you see this: {Words}

Italics = Thoughts

The Newspaper/Notes

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Mid June - Monkey D. Residence - Dawn Island

After the others had left, Dadan stayed for a couple more days to help them get the house more organised now that they were staying there. 

They had only gotten the necessities from the attic, things like Ace’s old playmat and toys. The bigger stuff, like the crib and highchair, could wait for when Luffy needed his own room. For now, Luffy would be staying in the bassinet until he was at least four months old.

They had also brought down boxes of old clothes for Rosinante to use until he could get some for himself or until Sengoku could bring his stuff from Marineford.

After they were all set up, Dadan left to go back to her house of bandits in the forest, promising to come check on them every now and again.

Dragon and Rosinante were happy to be able to live a peaceful life with their kids or as peaceful as they could given their situation.

Everything was going smoothly and they had settled into a routine. They took turns taking care of Luffy when he woke up during the night, though Rosinante would have to wake up Dragon if the baby needed to eat. They were still waiting on a pump to come in so he would be able to bottle feed Luffy so Dragon could get more sleep in.

During the day, they would take turns watching the kids and doing chores. Dragon was still healing so he couldn’t do any heavy lifting, so Rosinante took care of the laundry, garbage, and Ace mostly. They would do the cooking together, mostly because Rosinante had a habit of accidentally setting himself on fire. Then Dragon would do the easier cleaning tasks like the dishes and Luffy.

Time passed and soon enough, Luffy was six weeks old. He no longer looked like a potato and even though he still slept most of the day away, he was much more aware now. He was able to lift his head a little during tummy time and was able to recognise their faces. Luffy had also discovered that his hands existed and had started trying to grab things.

Rosinante loved to watch him grow and figure out the world. He would lay down on the floor with Luffy on the playmat and just watch the baby try to get the jungle animals dangling above him. Sometimes Dragon and Ace would join them too. The four of them would sometimes end up falling asleep together on the living room floor.

So yeah, life was good and they were happy.

But then the crying began.

Now neither of them thought it was going to be easy, Dragon especially considering he had been through all of this before, but Luffy seemed to be an entirely different hurdle himself.

When Ace was a baby, Dragon could set him down on his playmat or in his crib and be able to get some work done while also keeping an eye on him.

Luffy was having none of that.

Luffy was a much clingier baby and he made sure to let them know that he never wanted to be alone. He was a weepy little thing to put it mildly; definitely taking after Rosinante in the crybaby department.

It seemed that he was only happy when someone was holding him or within his eyesight. Luffy would scream and cry otherwise. Not even swadling or giving him a soother would help, so they had taken to carrying him in a sling when they both needed to be busy. 

When it was time to sleep, they would have to carefully set him down like he was a ticking time bomb. Then they would pass out for about an hour or so before waking up again to an angry baby.

That was another problem, Luffy refused to sleep through the night and they couldn’t figure out why. They could feed him, change his diaper, do the leg exercises to see if he was gassy, and try to read to him or sing him a song, but nothing worked. The baby just kept crying or stayed awake.

Tonight was another one of those long nights and it was Rosinante’s turn to try soothing Luffy. Dragon was really thankful that he had a clingy baby with Rosinante because he couldn’t imagine doing this alone.

Thank god for my devil fruit and the fact that Ace is a heavy sleeper, Rosinante thought as he got up to get Luffy, I can't imagine having a crying baby and toddler at the same time.

He carefully got out of bed and shushed Dragon back to sleep before going over the bassinet. Rosinante carefully lifted the wailing little bundle out of the bassinet and tried to comfort the baby, but it was no use.

“Let’s go downstairs so you don’t wake up daddy and Ace.” Rosinante mumbled as he quietly moved out of the room.

Luffy had already been fed and his diaper was dry, so Rosinante just sat down on the couch. He then carefully unwrapped Luffy from the red blanket he was swaddled in and layed down with the grumpy baby on his bare chest. Right over his heart. 

Luffy had calmed down considerably, but he was still sniffling every couple of minutes and was covering his eyes with his little hands. Pouting as he did so.

Rosinante huffed out a tired laugh at the sight.

“You sure are cute for such a little shit.” Rosinante said with a smile, “God I love you, I hope you know that, I hope you all know how much I love you.”

Rosinante raised his hand to gently rub Luffy’s head, his little blonde curls downey soft under his fingers. Despite growing over the past three weeks, his hand still covered most of the baby.

It was still surprising to him and it made Rosinante worried that Luffy was going to break at any moment. Whenever he carried Luffy, he made sure to go extra slow so that he wouldn’t trip and fall with him. A couple days ago, Dragon had caught him sliding down the stairs on his butt because he was tired and afraid he’d slip while holding Luffy.

Dragon had laughed, but then he quickly reassured him that he was doing great and that it was okay to be afraid. That it was normal not to get everything right on the first try.

Rosinante didn’t understand how Dragon did this all by himself with Ace, that sounded like a nightmare. Not Ace himself, but having to take care of a baby all alone.

“Smaller than my forearm and you’re kicking my ass kid.” Rosinante whispered to Luffy, “I’ve been on stakeouts that made me less sleep deprived than you have. Less vomiting too.”

The baby on his chest just let out a grunt in response and tried to curl up more than he already was. The sight was very cute, especially since Luffy was wearing a frog onesie.

Maybe I can get a quick nap in, Rosinante thought, He doesn’t seem like he is about to explode anymore.

He felt himself starting to drift off when he heard the stairs creak. 

Rosinante’s eyes snapped open and he looked up to see Dragon coming into the living room.

“Why are you up?” Rosinante asked, trying not to stare at the sight of Dragon.

The other man was in one of his old shirts Rosinante had brought with him and a pair of sleep pants. Dragon’s hair was in complete disarray and he looked exhausted. Rosinante wanted to just scoop him up and hold him forever.

“You’ve been gone for a little while.” Dragon replied, sitting beside the couch near his head, “I was worried.”

“We’re fine.” Rosinante told him, “I think Luffy just wanted some cuddles.”

Dragon let out a little laugh.

“When doesn’t he want cuddles?” Dragon huffed, leaning his head on Rosinante’s shoulder, “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but he really takes the Monkey name to heart.”

Rosinante laughed and Luffy let out a little whine in protest of the movement.

“Oh, I’m sorry my little dictator, did papa disturb you?” Dragon asked while poking the baby’s nose, “You’re going to have to get used to moving you know, time moves fast and so does the world. You’ll be moving along with it soon enough.”

Luffy just whined some more and gave him a grumpy look.

Dragon smiled at the sweet sight, but then he heard a sniffle. Looking up from Luffy, he saw that Rosinante was silently crying.

“Are you okay, Rosi?” Dragon asked, wiping away his tears.

“Yeah, I just love you so much, all of you.” Rosinante cried, “And I don’t want them to grow up! Why can’t they stay little?!”

“Oh Rosi, we can’t hide them away forever.” Dragon told him, “They are going to have to grow up eventually.”

“I- I know, but what if something happens to them?” Rosinante asked, “What if they’re in danger and we can’t get to them in time?”

“Then we’ll just have to teach them how to get out of those situations.” Dragon replied, “But we have years for that, so let’s just worry about the present for now, okay?”

“Okay.” Rosinante agreed, nodding, “I guess I’m just afraid that I’ll screw up somehow and… they’ll go through what I did.”

Dragon sighed and put a hand behind Rosinante’s head to gently make him look at him.

“Hey, what happened to you will never happen to them. Our situation is dangerous, but it is not the same.” Dragon stated, “We have people who will fight tooth and nail before letting either of the boys get hurt. That group includes us too.”

“But- but what if I’m not good enough?” Rosinante whispered.

“Rosinante, I know it hasn’t been long, but you are a great dad.” Dragon firmly told him, “You are kind and you listen. You are gentle and you don’t yell. Ace and Luffy love you. And don’t you remember the talk we had? About you not having to be perfect?”

“Yeah, I remember.” Rosinante sniffled, “It’s just that you seem to be so much better at this than me.”

“I’m not better Rosi, I just have more experience.” Dragon laughed, “In fact, you’re doing better than I was when I first got Ace.”

“Really?” Rosinante asked.

“Yeah, there were a couple times where I was stressed and almost left the house without him.” Dragon explained, “I felt so bad about it until my dad told me he used to leave me in the woods in order to train me.”

“What?!” Rosinante exclaimed, looking at him horrified.

The loud noise made Luffy squirm and move his head to look the other way.

“It was fine, I found my way home.” Dragon nonchalantly said, “What I mean to say is, we know what not to do and that makes it easier.”

“I suppose.” Rosinante sighed.

“By the way, I love you too.” Dragon told him, “You crybaby.”

“Shut up.” Rosinante whined.

Dragon smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Rosinante leaned up to meet him halfway and smiled into the kiss.

Even after the kiss finished, they kept their foreheads pressed together, just enjoying the moment in peace.

Then Luffy made his move.

“Ouch!” Rosinante yelped.

“What?” Dragon asked.

“He’s biting me!” Rosinante exclaimed.

Dragon looked down and sure enough, Luffy was latched onto Rosinante’s nipple.

He burst out laughing and quickly picked the baby up. Luffy protested, but settled down once Dragon gave him the real thing.

“There you go.” Dragon sighed, “Try not to bite papa, he doesn’t have anything in there for you.”

“He sure is a greedy little thing.” Rosinante commented as he sat up, rubbing his chest as he did so.

“Yeah, but that might be a D thing.” Dragon said, sitting on the couch beside him.

“Oh god, we’ll have two kids eating whole chickens all by themselves.” Rosinante laughed, “Ravenous little beasts.”

“Ah, who knows, maybe Luffy won’t like bread.” Dragon suggested, “You’ll have someone to share your gluten free snacks with.”

“With the way he’s eating? I think we’ll have more trouble with getting to stop eating everything in sight.” Rosinante jokes.

Dragon could imagine it now, the both of them chasing after Luffy as he tried to eat random shit off the ground outside. It was a warm thought, if a bit chaotic.

Soon Luffy was full again and Dragon gave him to Rosinante to burp. 

The baby let out a surprisingly loud blench for someone of his size and then gave them his first real smile.

“Well I’ll be damned, your dad was right, he does have your smile.” Dragon commented.

“You think so?” Rosinante asked.

“Yeah, you both smile like the sun.” Dragon softly told him as he poked Luffy’s dimples, the baby letting out a happy coo.

“Aw, you’re getting sappy.” Rosinante teased, “Let's go back to bed before you start crying.”

They both stood up and sluggishly headed back upstairs.

“Oh, shut up.” Dragon huffed, slapping his shoulder, “And put a shirt on before Luffy bites you again.”

“Are you sure it’s not you that wants to bite me?” Rosinante asked flirtatiously as they walked into their bedroom.

Dragon could feel his face burst into flames.

“Yes and many other things.” Dragon shot back, “But I can’t speak of such filthy things in front of the baby.”

Rosinante choked and he fumbled a little with Luffy’s swaddle. Thankfully the baby was already half asleep from being milk drunk.

“Well alright then.” Rosinante told him as he got into bed, “But you’ll have to be wearing one of my shirts when we do.”

“Deal.” Dragon chuckled before softly kissing him again and then tucking himself into the blonde’s neck.

Rosinante smiled and held Dragon close as they slowly fell back asleep.

-

The next morning, Dragon and Rosinante woke up to a commotion coming from the kitchen.

They thought nothing of it at first, but then they remembered that they were the only adults in the house.

Rosinante and Dragon scrambled out of bed, rushing downstairs thinking they had to stop Ace from setting the house on fire.

Skidding into the kitchen, they were relieved to see that it was Dadan cooking and Ace was safely sat down at the table, inhaling a mountain of pancakes.

“Well good morning to you too lovebirds. Why are you in such a hurry?” Dadan laughed.

“Wha- Why are you here?” Dragon asked while trying to catch his breath, “It’s not Monday already, is it?”

Dadan had taken to visiting them every Monday to see how they were doing, but Dragon was pretty sure it was supposed to be Sunday.

“Thought I’d come down early to give you guys the day to spend with the kids.” Dadan explained, “I’ll be staying here until tomorrow night.”

At the confused faces Dragon and Rosinante were making, Dadan let out a deep sigh.

“Don’t tell me you two forgot?” Dadan huffed, “It’s Father’s Day!”

“What?!” Dragon exclaimed, “No we didn't, that's next Sunday!”

“Oh yeah? Look at the calendar.” Dadan pointedly said before turning back to the stove.

Dragon went over to it and sure enough, it was in fact Father’s Day.

Shit, Dragon thought, Well at least Dadan thought ahead.

Turning back around, he saw that Rosinante had started eating the pancakes with Ace in his lap. The toddler was showing him a piece of paper, it looked like a drawing.

“What do you have there, Ace?” Dragon asked as he sat down beside him.

“It’s for you daddy!” Ace said, “And Rosi!”

Ace gave him the picture and Dragon was able to take a closer look at it.

It was a stick figure drawing of Dragon, Rosinante, Ace, and Luffy. He could tell who was who by the way Ace drew their hair. That and the fact that Luffy was a red blob with a crying face.

It was adorable.

“Thank you, Ace.” Dragon told him, “It’s a masterpiece.”

He then leaned over and gave Ace a kiss on the head which made the toddler burst into a fit of giggles.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Ace said, “I love you!”

“We love you too, Ace.” Dragon and Rosinante said as they hugged him close.

Yeah, they’d be okay.

-

Fun Fact: Rosinante means "A worn-out emaciated old horse".

Dragon: *Talking about a childhood memory that he thinks is totally normal.*

Rosinante: *Horrified at the child endangerment.*

I have started the Mihawk/Moria side story. I'm gonna try to alternate the updates, as in update this then update that. But we'll see how it goes. I may have days where it will be easier to write one story over the other. Next chapter will be Ace centric.

Thanks for reading! More stuff on the way!

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[siriannatan]

Blood and Knives

I'm once more inspired by manhwa and not sorry at all 16647 is pretty good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63001501

Scott could feel a headache building up. He did stay up all night. Not that he planned to.

He probably should go to bed, he thought as he yawned. But could he sleep with…. This guy in his house?

On his couch sat a redhead dressed in cyan hoodie and ripped jeans. Eating chocolate and watching TV with volume so low a normal person wouldn't hear it.

“Just go to bed, I'll stay right here,” the man shrugged and glanced back at Scott.

Scott scoffed. fWhip was… a problem. And one he couldn't get rid of in the usual way.

fWhip couldn't die. More precisely, being a vampire he was technically a walking corpse.

And he saw Scott's face and knew what Scott did in his free time - seduce and kill men. Scott couldn't have him running off to the police. And he didn't trust his promise that he wouldn't. So fWhip offered a compromise - he'd stay with Scott.

It wasn't a compromise. It was a pain in the neck. Well, at least he was pretty to look at.

“Whatever,” the serial killer sighed and pulled off his blood stained hoodie. He'd have to burn it later. It was fWhip's blood, meaning who knows whose blood. And he got bitten for his trouble.

It probably added to his headache.

“Actually, I'll join you,” the vampire changed his mind and followed him to the bedroom.

Scott just rolled his eyes. Grabbed something to sleep in and went for a quick shower after telling the annoyance to borrow anything her need.

When he was done fWhip was already curled up and seemingly asleep. Meaning Not moving or making noise. Good.

When he woke up fWhip was awake. Or no longer pretending to sleep.

“Don't mortals do things like work?” The vampire asked, tilting his head. His eyes were red before he drank Scott's blood. Now they were blue. Maybe they turned red when he was hungry?

“I'm starting later,” Scott rolled his eyes and checked the time. He still had enough time for breakfast and to pull himself together.

“Okay, I'll go by my old place and bring some of my stuff, if you don't mind,” the vampire grinned, baring his fangs.

“Do whatever you want as long as you don't call the cops on me. There is an empty room down the hall,” Scott shrugged and with a yawn went to wash his face.

From there Scott had a normal, vampire free late morning. Had pancakes, dressed cutely for his shift and even had a good couple hours at work until he turned around to accept an order to be met with….

Vampire fWhip. In different, even tighter if possible, dark ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket over dark red button up with silver buttons. And he even had a damn fedora and red round sunglasses.

“Fascinating,” he mused as he eyed Scott up and down.

Scott did look a lot different than last night. Then he wore dark clothes to better blend in. Now he had a pastel mint green t-shirt with pink long shorts.

“Whatever, what will you have?” Scott asked, briefly wondering if fWhip could have any of the cakes or coffees the shop he worked at had to offer. Not that Scott had to work. His parents left him enough money to last his whole life and longer.

fWhip hummed over the cakes and finally ordered a slice of chocolate cake, fruit tartlet, and strawberry cheesecake, and a latte.

Blood and sweets, what a fascinating diet. Scott thought as he watched the vampire sit in full light. At least visibly not in any discomfort. Enjoying cake and coffee while scrolling on his phone.

“A friend?” Pearl asked with a suspicious grin.

Scott groaned. How was he supposed to explain fWhip? “Something like that, I guess,” he said just to get her off his case.

“Oooh, so it's that kind of friendship,” she giggled and wiggled her eyebrows.

Scott glanced at the vampire. He caught the blue eyes looking at him above his phone with a raised eyebrow. So he was right assuming he had inhuman hearing.

“No it's not,” Scott grumbled before turning his smile on for the next customer.

In the end fWhip stayed until the end of Scott's shift. Tasting every pastry and cake they had on offer.

“Humans are more amusing than I remember,” the vampire chuckled once they were alone. “Cakes weren't this good before I had my nap.”

“Why did you even insist to stay with me? Not like I could stop you from leaving,” Scott asked, crumbling as fWhip lend him his jacket. It was a bit chillier in the evening than he dressed for.

“Your blood is delicious and you looked hot when you stabbed me,” fWhip shrugged with a toothy chuckle.

Well, it wouldn't be the weirdest relationship Scott was in.

[innocentsandsofdreams]

Trans Simon x Reader Head-cannons

Tags: Soft Simon, family man Simon, reader is AFAB coded, writer is POC and AFAB Nonbinary, non-descriptive birth mention, reader has no descriptive features/bit mentions, breeding kink, dirty talk, very quick writing, reader is higher rank unspecified

Word Count: 647

Both SFW and NSFW under the cut, Minors and ageless blogs DNI

-Simon has a T-dick, but it is referred to as a dick

For context: reader is a higher rank than Simon, Simon and you met by Price asking you to help on a mission for 141; it was basically love at first sight. You and Simon got along very well and had quite the amount of similar experiences that bonded you two together. Together you guys got help and grew together, no doubt you made it official. Here you guys have been together for seven years, and out of the seven you guys were married for three

-Let's say Simon was able to use his bone marrow to make sperm (it actually doesn't exist yet but one day though!) and impregnate you. Simon is trans in this, and you both are trying the needle fertilization

SFW HEAD CANONS

Simon brings up children first. Given his trauma, you confirm that if he doesn't in fact want kids you are fine with that. You love him so much; it truly doesn't matter what his decision is.

Simon contemplates/thinks on this for a while, months even

Simon brings up the conversation again and tells you that he would love to have children with you and that it will work out.

Simon and you do research for possibilities on how you could be impregnated

Turns out, there was an experimental trial about turning bone marrow into sperm for fertilization

The trial is for people who can't conceive, people with other issues, same sex couples or couples like you and Simon

You and Simon decided to give the trial a go. You two did all that was asked and needed to do and all you could do now was wait.

A few months go by and on base and a shipment came in and it's for you and Simon, it included syringes, and the proper directions of use.

Simon wanted to wait until you started ovulating to have maximum effect.

That being said you and Simon meticulously planned and kept trying

Months go by and finally you start showing symptoms of pregnancy: morning sickness, fainting spells (on really bad days)

You and Simon haven't noticed because there were several missions that needed to be completed and required a shit ton of paperwork to be done

Some new recruits were gossiping, and it eventually reached Captain Price. Price decides to bring it up with Simon and you.

You and Simon go to the med bay and lo and behold you are pregnant!

Simon is beyond thrilled and excited because now, he can prove he's a better man and not his father's son.

NSFW HEADCANONS

Simon starts to really feel it. The urge to just breed you

Simon keeps touching your belly as fuck you

"Yeah, I make you pregnant ye? Parent and have all my kids? Just for me?"

From then on you were constantly bent in all angles being fucked until no other thought existed

Each thrust and each desperate thrust as a gleeful smile stays on Simon's face

Pregnancy Progression and Birth

Your pregnancy progresses and as so, get bigger however you don't have any complications!

You were induced into labor; that baby did not want to leave

Grueling hours go by and finally the baby is born! (HORRAY!)

The baby is healthy weighing in as a whopping TEN POUNDS AND THREE OUNCES

Simon cries; so in love with you and his beautiful baby

To him nothing is more amazing than this moment

A/N: This is my first time writing stuffs, especially for a fandom, please be kind! Thank You for reading!! (Also, you can choose the gender of the baby!!)

[androgynousblackbox]

How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 33 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

EXTRA: Editor's note

It was a lovely day in Hell. As lovely as it could get at least. The red sky was clear, the heat was manageable for most bodies and the natural aroma could be alright if someone losed only 60% of their sense of smell. Inside of the Hazbin Hotel, however, the smell of freshly made food was making the mouth of all of their residents waters as they came inside.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted them the king, managing multiple skillets at once. With barely a movement of his wrist, plates were started to get filled and taken to the table. "Apple pie!" said even louder when his daughter came in, still in pajama. The party celebrating the return of Lucifer had lasted longer than they expected, making for a very lazy amakening. "There is the precious princess I like to see! I made cupcakes with chocolate filling just for you, honey!"

"Dad" Charlie let out the word almost like a whine, coming to hug his neck from behind. She let out a long yawn. "Dad, what are you doing? I thought you would like to rest in and relax. If anyone earned doing that, it's you."

"Are you kidding me? This is relaxing for me!" Lucifer turned around and hugged her by the middle, squeezing her tight. Not going to mention how he could barely sleep a couple of hours before he had to come down to do something, anything, to not think about reuniting with Lilith to talk about the end of their marriage. He had already watered all the plants in the garden and around the hotel, so either it was starting to cook for everyone or clean every window, and nobody ever wanted to clean windows. Nobody except Niffty at least. But Charlie was not going to know a single thing about it until they had their talk. The poor girl had been through enough already too. "Come on, I missed doing stuff for you, sweetie!" said, holding her hands on his. "I will just finish with this and then I will come out for some business that I have been postponing long enough. When that is done, maybe we can watch a movie or something? Here or in the cinema, anywhere we want! I can buy you the cinema and make a permanent portal if you want!"

Okay, maybe he was overcompensating a little bit already because of the news he couldn't say. Divorce was never a pretty word that anyone wanted to hear, especially in reference to their own parents. He could recognize that was partly true, but also he just… missed his daughter too much and wanted to give her the whole world in a silver platter. Wasn't that a normal thing for a father to wish for? One just had to look the pretty face of his daughter to know, she deserved everything and so much more. He had not a single doubt about it.

Charlie snorted, squeezing him in return as much she could. Lucifer had missed terribly being corresponded like that. The other Charlie was kind and nice to him, as it was to be expected from any version of his daughter, but it was pretty clear for Lucifer she only viewed him as a guest at her hotel, not an actual family member. Of course he couldn't blame her for that either. The hugs of her actual daughter were with no doubt the best in any universe.

"I don't need a cinema, dad. But we can watch a movie later in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I will bring some snacks when I get back” He smiled up to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I missed you, kiddo” said, because he did, every day, and he wanted her to know that.

Charlie smiled and she was absolutely perfect, like the little girl that had to look up clinging to his leg.

“I missed you too” she said and then perked up. “Oh! Could you bring some pretzels? I haven't had those in ages!”

“And some ice cream too? I know” said before Charlie could say more. “Vanilla and strawberry with chocolate chips.”

“I actually like cookie dough and mint ice cream more now” said Charlie with a slight shrug. “But it's okay! That sounds good too!”

“Oh, not at all! If you want cookie dough and mint, you gotta have those! I will buy you the whole ice cream factory if you want!”

“Dad” Charlie chuckled.

“Alright, alright. How about a small ice cream parlor just for you? You can name it however you want” added with a wink.

“No!” She giggled.

“Why not?”

Charlie didn't respond this time, hugging him again to shut him up. It was pretty effective. Once they separated, she looked up.

“Oh, morning, Alastor!” greeted, looking to the entrance of the kitchen.

Lucifer turned around to see the radio demon standing there, holding his renewed staff in one hand.

“Oh, hey, bud…” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, in a second Alastor had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him outside to the garden.

In truth, Lucifer could just make himself too heavy to move or just reaffirm his feet on the ground if he wanted to. But for the moment he was too surprised to do anything else than follow along.

“You guys are not gonna fight, right?” Charlie was left wondering, her voice the only thing Lucifer could hear before the door closed. “Please, be nice!”

Alastor took him to the side. Only after they were at the shadowy portion of the hotel he let go and Lucifer stared at him with a frown, waiting for an explanation. The man still hadn't turned around, giving him a full view of his back as he gripped his staff.

“Good morning to you too” spat out when the silence continued.

“Who gave you the right?” said Alastor finally.

“Huh?” Now he was officially lost.

“That mirror. You knew what it was. That is how the other Alastor and his Lucifer kept in contact with their Evelyn, isn't it?”

Lucifer straightened up. Did… did they fucked up somehow?

“Y-yeah” He scratched his nape. “We just thought you might like to have that too. That is all.”

“You thought” started Alastor, remarking his words, “you could just casually come in and give me an open line of communication with my mother in Heaven, no strings attached? Without anyone in Heaven knowing or doing anything to stop it? My mother who didn't even know what I did to get here?” Alastor sighed deeply, looking up. He still hasn't turned so Lucifer saw only the back of his head. “Truly, your Majesty, your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“I… I am sorry?” it was all Lucifer could think to say. His first impulse was to get mad, but also, he had no idea what it was to lose contact with a parent who actually gave a shit about you. Maybe it was too much to receive by surprise at once. Maybe he should have warned the demon before time so he could prepare himself. An opportunity to process at least. None of that made it make more sense why Alastor would be this angry, but who knew with the sinner. “I didn't mean to…”

“I know you didn't” Alastor cut him out. “That makes it so much worse.”

Before Lucifer could think of how he was supposed to respond to that, Alastor turned around and did something even more baffling than anything else Lucifer had seen him do since they met. The radio demon was hugging him. Arms wrapped tight around him, squishing him tight, without any thought or care about how he could be crushing him if he was anyone else. The claws of the sinner gripped to his shoulder so tightly they were shaking with the force used, digging into his clothing. So close that Lucifer could hear the beating of his black heart, the expansion of his ribs as he inhaled deeply.

“Don't say a single word” came out the voice of Alastor close to his temple, strained. “If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. I will deny it.”

“Okay” was all Lucifer could say. Alastor was warm. Everything in Hell was warm all the time, so that wasn't surprising, but something about relating that attribute to that sinner did shock him. On top of the chest, where his face was pressed against, it was softer. The man smelled of cologne, something earthly that reminded him of tree barks and the soil you hold in your fist after it rains. He hesitantly lifted his arms and patted the back of Alastor, just because it felt more awkward than having them hanging at his sides. “I won't say anything.”

Lucifer felt the head of the demon nodding once. It seemed to pass a long time until Alastor managed to speak again, as if his words were a boulder he was pushing with his face.

“I still don't understand why you would do that.”

“We wanted to” Lucifer shrugged slightly, an unexpected blush coming to his face. Inside of that bigger body with the other Lucifer it just made all the sense of the world. This Alastor wanted to see his mom again, so they allowed it to happen. It was a simple wish that didn't cost much for any of them, so why not? “There is… really no more rhyme or reason than that. And just to be super clear right now, nobody was expecting you to do anything about it so, like, I don't know, we can pretend it never happened if you want?”

Alastor posture stiffen up.

“No.”

“No… what?”

“No, I won't do that” Alastor squeezed him again and started to separate. When one of his black hands came over his face, Lucifer frowned but let it when noticed there was no force behind the gesture. Alastor was not pushing him or turning him away, it was merely the cover his eyes and, by all of creation, he did not know why. Was he really that shy about being watched right now? Lucifer closed his fist at his side because if so, fuck, that was weird and too cute. “I prefer it if we can keep it between us. You still took way too many liberties in what is essentially my life without even consulting me about it first. This is the second time that this happens already, sir, and I would really prefer to not be a third. King or not, I do not appreciate people taking decisions for me. Are we clear?”

Alastor… didn't sound mad. He knew what a mad radio demon was and this wasn't it. Deciding that was a good sign on his favor, Lucifer swallowed up and nodded. That wasn't an unreasonable request at all.

“Okay, yeah, fair” said slowly.

Alastor took a moment, as if thinking his next words.

“I understand that other Lucifer and Alastor had a whole life together and an established dynamic that allows for such surprises. We do not. I would ask you to keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I already said fine, Alastor. I don't know what else you want from me” Lucifer sighed. This is what he got for trying to do a nice thing. He should have known that Alastor would manage to make that into something else. Father forbade that anything was simple with that sinner, apparently.

“Just one more thing. Could you close your eyes?”

Lucifer squinted under the darkness of Alastor's palm. But ended up nodding as he did just that, feeling that the hand was leaving his face to lift his chin up. He heard the sound of Alastor taking a step back before he felt the radio demon making contact with his lips. A tentative, still clumsy gesture. Nothing else but a simple kiss that didn't try to do anything else, and yet, it made his chest inflate like he couldn't remember doing a long time ago. When Alastor moved away, an actual sigh escaped him. He wanted to reach over and do it again, have more, this time get to explore the mouth of Alastor if he allowed it to, but he contained himself. When he just made the slightest movement forward, Alastor's hand came back to cover him even though he didn't lift his eyelids.

“When you are free, your Majesty, I will be the one cooking dinner for us” said Alastor. “Don't worry, no cannibal meat. That is a third date privilege at least.”

Under the darkness, Lucifer blinked, his eyelashes brushing the skin of the sinner.

“What happened to your busy schedule?” couldn't help to smirk.

“Luckily for you, it has found an unprecedent free space I can spare. As long certian issue is taking care of, that is.”

“I was going to go do that after breakfast. And hey, we still haven't told Charlie so…”

“I won't say a word, your Majesty. You don't have to worry about that. Just see you have it solved as soon as possible.”

Lucifer sighed, relieved.

“I will. Maybe another one for good luck?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows for more emphasis and heard a chuckle.

“No.”

Lucifer shrugged with an non chalant grin. He couldn't blame him for trying.

“I will tell you when it's done then?”

“Indeed. Have a good day, sir” Lucifer felt the hand of the sinner dissapearing from his face. When he saw the light again, all there was left was a black spot in the floor where Alastor stood before and a blink later, not even that.

He felt the impulse of using the golden doorknob to go run to the other Lucifer and ask him what was up with the covering eyes thing. Was that something that his Alastor did as well? When did it stopped? Was some kind of power move (probably), actual shyness (less likely but cuter) or something else entirely he wasn't realizing? The excruciating need to know now had him pursing his lips for a moment. But no, no. First go finish his issues with Lilith and see how they were going to break it off to Charlie later on. That was what was more important right now.

—----

“Sooo…” started the reigning king, serving some tea to the cup in front of Lucifer. On the other side of the table, the Alastor of that dimension took a calm sip of his coffee, “how did it go?”

“Surprisingly easy” commented Lucifer, instantly dumping a bunch of sugar cubes on his cup and pointedly ignoring the tail wrapped around Alastor's forearm. If it was normal for them, then who was he to question them? “As it turns out, when you have the best lawyers in Hell, even divorces of millenia old are so much easier. Lilith is taking one half of the palace until she finishes her own and always had her own bank account anyway, so we didn't had to talk a lot about that aspect. It was mostly title stuff things we had to look for. Basically, she is staying as the Queen for as long she is alive. If any of us remarries, they will be our Consorts. If we have children with someone else, they will be heirs to the throne just the same as Charlie, who is an adult anyway so we don't have to discuss her custody. And other legal bullshit stuff I had to sign on. I think by the end Lilith was more done with everything that I was” He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “One of my lawyers said they never saw a more amicable divorce. That is something, right? At least nobody is getting away bitter or angry. I might not get the award to best marriage, but I will get it to best divorce at least” said with a tiny giggle that was, for the most part, actually sincere.

There were times he still catched himself looking at his hand, at the finger that didn't had no ring anymore and felt nostalgic about it. Sometimes sad too, but those moment didn't last long.

When it first dissolved that day they both put their signatures down, he understood what Lilith meant with getting a sense of relief when she went to Heaven to try to argue for sinners. It was at the end of the day truly something that it was a long time coming and it was only now that they both accepted it. The body finally could rest underground where it should have been.

“And what about your Charlie?” asked the king, taking his seat. “How did she take it?”

Lucifer snorted, covering his face as a light blush extended for her face.

“She said, and I quote, I swear on my name this is true, she said “Oh thank fuck! I was so afraid you were going to cheat on mom with Alastor or something! That could have been complicated for everyone, so I am glad you have it sorted it out” He finally succumbed to his laughter as the king snorted over his tea, spilling some of it on the table as his shoulders agitated. Alastor, with a chuckle of his own, rubbed the back of his husband until he regained composure. “I still don't know how did she know! We haven't even had our first date yet, but hey, good to know she is fine with the idea, I guess?”

“I mean, after having us over, she kinda had to” commented the king, sending a grin to his husband.

Alastor nodded.

“She was truly okay then?” asked. From another dimension or not, he still cared about Charlie after raising his own and Lucifer appreciated that.

“Apparently she had already assumed we were separated when her mom was away. She just made peace with it during those seven years, so now it's just… ah, so you made it official at last, finally” Lucifer exhaled, letting his shoulder fall. Figures that his daughter would accept things easier than he did. “Of course Lilith is still welcome in the Hotel and Charlie can visit whenever she wants.”

“I imagine that must be fun for your Alastor” chuckled the radio demon. Both Lucifers gave him an unimpressed look that he responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, even if he has a problem, he will have to suck it up” said Lucifer, taking another sip. “Lilith is her mom. I am not about to tell her she can't come to her own daughter's place. Not that she would listen to me even if I did say that either. Also, again, not even first date yet so he doesn't really have a lot of room to speak” added, rolling his eyes.

The king wheezed, so suddenly that Lucifer was taken aback as the monarch slapped his hand on the table.

“You think that would stop this guy?” commented, pointing to his husband. “My dude, my friend, buddy, you are in for a wild ride if you think something like that is going to change anything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is he willing to date you, your Majesty?" asked Alastor as his partner just smirked at his side. "Has he said or implied as much?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much. He said he wanted to cook something non cannibal for us once this was done."

The king opened up his eyes, as if he had just dropped an octopus on the table and called it his new wife.

"Wow" said, sharing a look to Alastor. "Welp, I hope you enjoyed your days of being single, bud, because that demon won't ever let anyone else come close to you again."

"Oh, come on."

"No, no, is true" said Alastor, nodding. "By the time I offered to cook for my darling, I had already killed a servant that I felt was too keen in following him around the palace. It was a pretty early stage of our relationship too."

"He first told me he caught her stealing from him" added the king, sighning. "He didn't tell me the truth until much later."

"In fairness, I wasn't lying entirely. She was trying to steal the attention of my dearest. For that there are consequences" finished Alastor with a grin. "Once something is mine, stays mine unless I decide to throw it away."

Lucifer looked over at the king, but his counterpart was not reassuring him of anything by calmly eating another cookie.

"And you are okay with that?" questioned Lucifer, incredulous.

"Everyone has their perks" The king lifted an elbow to the table to support his chin on the back of his hand. "We live in Hell so it's no like you can be surprised when someone that ended up here is violent. You just have to take the good with the bad and live with it, especially if the good is still better than the bad. Alastor is a fucking nutjob, but he is my nutjob, you know" he said, holding the hand of the radio demon to take it to his lips, leaving a kiss.

A sound of static rippled through the air as Alastor straightened up in his chair. The ears on top flicked slighty as Alastor gently took his hand away, clearing his throat. Judging by the way the king's smile remained, he wasn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he was absolutely charmed anyway.

"Likewise, my dear" said Alastor, taking his coffe and blatantly ignoring the eyes of his husband. "It's a two way street. I wouldn't claim you if I didn't find something of value to have."

"And… "Lucifer scratched his neck, turning away, "you think that he already…?"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said the king, patting his arm. "Congratulations. You won a permanent stalker. Trust me, it's worth it. Sometimes" finalized with a cheeky grin that Alastor did not appreciate, squinting his eyes.

"What was that, dear? I can't hear you over the sound of me carrying your child."

"Nothing, babe" The king chuckled, lifting from the chair to kiss his cheek. "Do you want lady fingers to go with the coffee?" offered, obviously as a olive branch.

Alastor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeming to be pacified for now, he huffed.

"Yes, thank you."

As the king conjured up a box from Rosie's emporium with the fingers sticking out, Lucifer tried not to see too much as Alastor took one into his mouth and pulled out the biggest bone completely clean a second later, leaving it on top of a napkin. Yes, he had technically already cannibalized his own already sharing a body with the other Lucifer. Didn't mean that he was fully comfortable with the whole concept.

He still wasn't sure about what to think about Alastor potentially claiming him, in any way, shape or form. After all, it had worked for these two, clearly. But in the other hand, that was a different Alastor and maybe he was just a little more extreme than the one he had back on his dimension.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you" Lucifer swallowed up, looking at both of them. That was the true reason he went there in the first place, but then got distracted talking about everything else. "Was there any period in which Alastor… like, blinded you before a kiss? Is that a… radio demon thing?"

"Blinded you?" repeated Alastor.

"Yeah, like putting your hand on his eyes or asking him to close them."

"Before or after a kiss?"

"During all of it, actually."

"Huh" Alastor tilted his head to a side. "I never did that. I can't imagine why I would either."

The king frowned for a moment, looking down at the plate of cookies. When Lucifer grabbed two to eat at once, he lifted his head.

"Does he know about the glow?" asked, also wanting to know from Alastor, who shrugged without an answer to give.

"The what?" Lucifer was legitimately confused for a moment, as if he were talking to Bel.

"You know, that shine that we can see because we were upstairs before" The king lazily pointed to the ceiling, crossing his legs. "Back then we didn't even have to try, but once down here, well, you have to want to do it?"

"Oh" Lucifer went back to the last time someone ever mentioned that ability to him. Zadkiel had mentioned it in reference to his counterpart not glowing at all, without the memories of his Alastor, but even before that, there was something else. Alastor glowed brighter than he had done before. "I… I think so? Alastor was pulled out from our cell so our siblings could talk to him from time to time. I imagine they could have talked to him about it at some point?"

"Oh, so that explains it" said Alastor, looking to his husband to see if he had gotten the same idea. Apparently understanding that they did, Alastor chuckled. "That idiot doesn't want you to see how much he glows now. If you did, you might think you have him already."

Lucifer squinted his eyes.

"So he can claim me all he wants and kill anyone that looks at me for too long, but Heaven forbid I think it's a equal thing?"

"Told you, nutjob" The king smiled before cooeing, clasping his hands together against his cheek. "But that is so cute, though! Oh, buddy, he is just not ready to jump off that bridge yet."

"I am pretty sure that is not how that phrase goes, dear" commented Alastor, throwing four fingers more into his mouth. This time he didn't leave any bones behind.

"Well, whatever, you know what I mean" The king rolled his eyes and reached to put a hand on the shoulder of Lucifer, giving it a squeeze. "Just give it some time, man. For now… let him set the pace and take it easy. All of this is new to him so he is kinda going blind and hoping it won't explode in his face."

"Which it can, considering who he intends to talk to in the dark" added Alastor, rising a hand before Lucifer could protect. "Not saying that you will explode at him or intend to. Just saying that is a factor he is certainly going to think about."

"Do you think that about him?" Lucifer stared as the demon smirked.

"No. I haven't in a long time" said simply, patting his stomach absentmindly. "If he is not as much of an idiot as I think he is, he will get there too. With time."

"So, patience?" summarized Lucifer, looking at his counterpart who nodded with a grin.

"It will be worth it once he actually relaxes" assured the king.

Lucifer hoped so. Alastor wasn't the only one going in blind.

He came back to his dimension a little after dinner was over. Lucifer peaked through the corner to see that Alastor on the lobby, just reading a book. Now he had an idea of why the man had been avoiding him the whole week that it took him to sign papers and everything else. By now, the news of the Queen and King of Hell officially not being together anymore had to have spread all over the place. So he probably knew already, or heard someone talking about it at least. And yet, he still haven't tried to talk to him or searched for him.

The other Lucifer had recommended patience. Give him time. Wait. Let him set the pace. Surely none of that was going to be affected if he just talked to the guy first? Lucifer cleared his throat and started whistlening his way there. One of the ears of Alastor immediately followed the sound, but that was the only thing signaling the deer had become aware of his presence. Alastor passed to the next page of his book. Lucifer took a deep breath and whistled even louder, stomping his way up to where the sinner was.

"Oh, hey, Al! Nice to find you!" said Lucifer.

Alastor sighed, marking the page. Lucifer calmed down a little at seeing that it was the feather of Sera he was still using. The radio demon still did not closed the book, stubbornly keeping it in front of his poker face.

"Goodnight, your Majesty. I assume that no royal duty requires you to have a timely rest? Or no interest to fulfill them anyway?"

Lucifer could feel his eye twitching. Dick. He took another breath as he came closer, casually leaving his hand hanging over the back of the couch. His free, unringed hand, whose fingers he stretched out as he let out a yawn.

"Actually, I finished with all of that today" said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hair back. He counted as a victory when he could see Alastor following the movement from the corner of his eye. "It's all done. I am finally out of it. No more papers to sign, to read or lawyers to see. For now at least. The important stuff is done for. Officially done."

"Is that so?" Alastor finally closed the book and calmly put it on his lap, giving a sideye. "I suppose then that his Majesty must have his schedule quite open after going through that whole ordeal."

"It's a gaping white hole all over my calendar right now. Never been cleaner" confirmed Lucifer with a grin, reaching forward to support his cheek on his hand. "I was actually thinking of adding something there. Do you have any suggestion?"

"I might" Alastor examined his claws. "8:30, Thursday would work for you?"

That was in two days. Lucifer perked up, not longer caring to pretend that wasn't exactly what he was waiting for. He was going to have his first date in two days. Later he could freak out about it, in the privacy of his room, but for now, there was only optimism.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Indeed" Alastor stand up, holding the book against his chest. "We will find each other here. Any issue with that?"

"None at all."

Alastor nodded.

"Good. Then for now, this is goodnight from my part, your Majesty" said, passing over in way to the stairs. "Unlike others, I can hear the calling of my bed pretty clearly."

"I wouldn't dream to make you wait any longer. Goodnight, Al."

Lucifer sighed, relieved that he would not have that hanging on his mind any longer. Well, no, there was one thing still. That little thought that just wouldn't shut up. He could leave it alone. He could learn to ignore it and continue on as thing have been going until now. It's not like he actually needed that confirmation, did he? Could he have enough already?

"Hey, Al" called, turning to him.

The moment that Alastor looked at him, Lucifer had to take a step back. It was like going on a bike, his body never truly forgot how to do it. The ability came to him just as easy as if to flex a muscle, which did surprised him, but not as much as what it actually let him see.

Alastor was shinning, an aura of light around his figure that it was breaking into different colors with the slightest movement. The grace of Heave made it into another part of living everyday, just another fixure like the clouds or the blue of the sky were. Down there it wasn't like that. He had to actually search for those stars and, even then, he knew he could not find it at all. But Alastor, that awful, annoying, nutjob of a sinner had a light that was almost reaching back to him, reflecting off the walls, the steps he was in. All his features looked more pristine than ever, more lively, full of life after death. It was beautiful and nostalgic and he grabbed to the couch when his knees almost faltered.

"Your Majesty?" asked Alastor.

With each word of his, the light around him pulsated, even bigger than before, like a crystal heart against the morning sun in Earth. It awakened something on Lucifer, an almost feral desire to protect that light, to feed it, to let it shine as bright as it would blind God himself. Is that what the other Lucifer felt all the time? Then no fucking wonder they were both as crazy for each other as they were. What a lucky bastard.

"I forgot what I was going to say" said with a chuckle, finally. "Sorry."

Alastor tilted his head, the light around it shinning on the portraits on the wall near the stairs, and then shrugged.

"Good night then, sir."

When Alastor dissapeared into his shadow, his shadow was shinning too all the way to the stairs, as it were a moving liquid rainbow. Lucifer swallowed up and immediately teleported to his room, to his bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and burried his face on it as he giggled incontrollably, kicking his feet in the air.

[gallavich-annise]

Shameless Rewatch Thoughts! 

Cascading Failures 

So, funny story... The first time I watched through Shameless (she says as if it were years ago and not *checks notes* about 10 months), it was mostly while my husband was out. But as I got more obsessed I gouged out more time for it. The first time my husband was in the room for most of an episode (playing on his iPad or something rather than actively watching) it was 3.06. Obviously. I got some *Looks*.

While watching it this time round, he came home and walked in during the ben wa bead bit. Obviously. 😐

But anyway. Listening to South Side rules' episode about 2.11 (Thanksgiving) they pointed out that most of the episode is quite 'meh' but the last 15 minutes is phenomenal so you remember it for that. 3.06 is kind of like that. There's a lot of emotional punch to the Gallaghers being split up, and the storylines around their respective foster homes, and Fiona trying to rally Frank to get them all back home... Some of it is sad, some is played entirely for laughs. It's a decent episode, mostly, but none of it was amazing... And then there's that scene, which is mostly what makes the episode memorable. 

I'm gonna talk about it a little bit, so read with care.

The episode opens with the scene of all the kids being taken by Britney from DCFS (or is it CPS or CWS? It seems to vary... But the people what take neglected/abused kids into foster care). 

As usual, it's unclear exactly how much time has passed from last episode, because Shameless doesn't believe in continuity. I would say "a few hours" except that later in the episode, Mickey seems remarkably sprightly for someone who's been shot in the ass the previous day. So, using the time traveller theory, it was a few hours for the Gallaghers, but Mickey got to recuperate for a week or two in a different timeline. 

But I've barely started and I'm already digressing.

Fiona is distraught. She wants to know where the kids will be sent, but Britney can't/won't provide that info. In the van, the kids are sanguine and blase about the whole thing until they learn that their placements will be different to usual. The faces on those kids... All four of them from Lip to Carl just heart-breaking. As were the goodbye hugs from Lip and Ian... 

This bit is really powerful because throughout two and a half seasons the Gallaghers have been a unit. Yes we had the Lip nonsense in season 2, but they generally stick together when there's a crisis. So seeing them pulled apart like this is beautifully done. It really emphasizes how much they need each other. 

The placements vary nicely, so they each give a different angle on the system and its flaws. Ian and Lip get the Draconian prison-like group home, and Lip is able to quickly get the lie of the land and start making "friends" because he's got the nous to do that. Ian looks lost the whole time, the poor baby. I'm glad he at least had Lip. 

Carl and Liam get placed with the gay couple, and Carl is mainly used for comic relief this episode. I had remembered his "does shit ever get stuck to your dick" question as being later in the episode, but it's actually the first thing he says to his "foster gays". 

I liked about half of the stuff with this part of the story. I loved that Carl's status as a menace continues with his curiosity about homosexuality... Which manifests as him making highly inappropriate comments, asking invasive questions and sneaking into their room to watch their porn. I loved Carl stealing their stuff and running to V... And V gently but firmly returning him, in part because she knows what it's like to have a foster kid run away. I also loved Carl trying to make it so the couple don't want to adopt them by peeing on the couch (and blaming Liam) and getting Liam to draw on everything. 

(And the little wink he shares with Fiona over that when she visits is *everything*.)

I wasn't sure what to make of the foster parents themselves... It's a lot taking on two kids at once when you've never parented, and so I'd err on the side of giving them some grace, though really they needed to be supervising Carl better if he got into their porn stash for long enough to see a good amount of it... These are new kids in your house! Try and get to know him a bit and set some boundaries before leaving him to run free, maybe?! At the same time, the show wanted me to laugh at them and I didn't like the way it did that. There was some stereotyping going on with a lot of it, and they weren't fleshed out enough for me to overlook it. And also just "We've been on the lookout for a biracial baby for a while" is... a line that gave me some feelings. And them being all "We're planning to adopt you" from the start when they've *just* been taken from their home is just... Grossly insensitive in a way that seemed unnecessary. Given that Shameless is really good at making me root for flawed, fully realised characters who suck, these guys were caricatures and that sucked.

We never do find out if V keeps the stuff that Carl stole, either. 

Debbie, meanwhile is placed with "mama Kamala" who has probably over a dozen kids in her house? Hard to say, but it's a lot. Britney is even uncertain, but gets brushed aside and then Debbie gets her stuff stolen and ends up working as daycare. So little changed for her. Her resignation is total and terribly sad. Poor baby Debbie. 

But all is not lost, she is resourceful and manages to at least get a message to Fiona with her whereabouts, and we get another lovely sisters moment on the stairs outside the house. Debbie doesn't tell Fiona what's up... I find that tragic and realistic all at once. Because Debbie will know that if Fiona tries to report it, it's just as likely to backfire. Debbie wanted comfort (and Hershey's kisses) but she doesn't want Fiona to worry about her. Given how often the adults in her life let her down, it's all very real for Debbie, and I love her and want to give her a big hug.

I hate that mama Kamala is a black woman. And the guy running the group home Ian and Lip are in is a black man. Could we have some diversity without it being in villain roles, please?! Ugh. Plus the villain roles are, again, caricature-y. They aren't fleshed out people, they're just obstacles for our favourites. The show does so well in places at making nuanced characters that this felt extremely lazy, having not one but four lazily written characters just because we needed to split up the family unit. 

Lip and Ian fare okay. Ian's got his work, and Lip goes off for community service. Mandy finds Lip while he's out cleaning graffiti and we see that while he did make an effort to make things up to her, he hasn't really changed... He either didn't think of telling Mandy where he was, or he actively avoided doing so. But when she challenges him and he kind of goes into an entirely valid "I need not to get in trouble at this group home", he *does* relent when he sees her disappointment and offers to sneak her in. Which is kinda sweet. It's an improvement. In his understanding, even though I think he was entirely justified in not wanting to piss off the group home people. 

The rest of what we see from Lip is just his adaptability. He's cocky and arrogant, which pisses off the group home guy, but he covers for Ian when Ian's absent, and he has made connections really fast. 

Ian... Well, as I said Ian starts out being a lot more 'fish out of water' about the whole thing. And he ends up ranting at Mickey about it while they work at the Kash and Grab. Mickey "subtly" asking if he fucks anyone at the group home... Maybe jealousy again, maybe genuine concern for Ian. I feel like his nonchalance in this scene is maybe covering a lot, but he does seem more relaxed than he sometimes does. 

Honourable mention for one of my favourite quotes (and the title of my blog)

"Was I just invited to a sleepover"

"Fuck you is what you were invited to"

And Ian's little gleeful face. 

Then there's the sleepover, and it's just one scene but... It shows so much of how they are at this point! Mickey's little looks, and their stupid conversation about Seagal and Van Damme. So dumb. So teenagers doing normal teenager things. It's sweet! 

I have seen takes from people saying they didn't know Mickey liked Ian until season 4... And it might well be because I had the advantage of knowing they were endgame before I started, but... Those looks in that scene, I feel like he's clearly not as indifferent to Ian as he seemed/pretended in season 1 and even 2. I think this was the point where any of my lingering Mickey doubt vanished. The little smile and the shared cigarette? They needed this for a million years. 

Of course they don't get it. 

The next morning is classic TV "look they're happy, something terrible is about to happen". And yeah, do I wish Ian wasn't a dick about Mickey sweetly sharing a kink? Obviously... But it feels realistic to where they were and where they were going before... Terry walks in. 

Ugh. 

So I'm sure you all know what happens here so I'm gonna talk about details rather than the broad events, and if you want to skip, I've put *** before and after.

***

In season 3, Shameless got much more sporadic with its use of odd cuts and freeze frames, but it returns to it here... and I can't tell if it was an attempt to increase the tension or lessen it. There's close-ups of Terry and slow motion moments that do make it clearer what's happening, rather than it happening too fast, like when Mickey jumps on Terry's back. And the scene is horrific regardless, but I didn't like the weird cuts and freezes... I felt like it was trying to make the scene feel cartoonish. 

The acting is, as ever, phenomenal. The faces are heart-breaking. Ian and Mickey are heart-breaking.

I tried to watch Svet more this time, as I couldn't remember much about her in this scene. Her makeup is overdone and she looks uncertain, but schooled. Hiding what she feels about the whole thing. Which is fine... It's hard to know how much they had planned for Svet from the start. She becomes a character later on, but here is she just Terry's tool. Ugh. The me that's read "The Russian" wants more from her in this scene, but it's hard to show a character's internal world in a two minute scene with no dialogue and where the focus is (very rightly) on the two established characters who are having the worst day of their lives. 

Ugh.

I hate it. Hate Terry. The drama is... A lot. It's intense and it made me feel a lot of things, and the consequences through the rest of the season result in some really powerful scenes. But I hate it. I hate that it's another "look men can be raped too" scene. I hate that the two scenes are sandwiched between goofy scenes with Carl and the foster gays, a stupid scene with Frank and Sheila at parenting classes, and the bullshit with Kev, V, and V's mum. The emotional whiplash is almost worse than the scenes themselves. Almost. 

If I'm honest, I also hate that it's so quick... Not that I'd want it drawn out, or hyper-realistic either, but it's just... Not how anything works. I don't know. I go back and forth, because it gets its point across and hyper-realism would be worse here by a long long way, but drama is strongest when you have a chance to process it and the setting and scene set up here doesn't show the direct aftermath or consequence, which might have been more powerful than the scene itself (Mickey's facial expression as he turns away from Ian notwithstanding).

Anyway... I don't want to think or dwell on it any more. So. Moving on. 

***

I don't really want to leave Kev and V for last, but I'm gonna because I feel like I have to follow that up with Fiona and Frank to avoid the same kind of emotional whiplash that the show leaned into. 

Fiona... Well Fiona has a hard time this episode, obviously. She's so worried about her siblings and she does a wonderful job. Jimmy shows up again after running off last episode and the fact that he slept with Estefania doesn't come out, obviously... He just kind of rallies to help Fiona in all the ways he can. It's a bit like 2.11 again, actually, where he was there as a support for Fiona that she desperately needed. Jimmy Steve at his absolute best.

As I suggested, timing is very weird, because it seems like the CPS people wouldn't leave the kids overnight if they thought it was an awful situation, but this has a very 'morning after' feel. I know it was supposed to be early morning and everything looked really bad when Britney came in, so maybe it all got dealt with really quick, and they never say what time Fiona's shift is, but I find it hard to believe that she dealt with all that then still had time to go to work and only be a few minutes late. For one thing they'd have had to call all the daycare kids' parents, and Mandy to get Molly, and get Mickey out... So it all feels weird.

We get a moment with Fiona and Jimmy Steve. He is now here for her, with the implication that they'll talk about their argument later. It's quite nice, actually... This is him rallying for her like he should have been in the previous episode. It does make it seem like all he needed to get over his dad was having sex with Estefania, which isn't a great look, but everything he does this episode is good. He is there for Fiona, drives her and Frank around as needed, and helps in the house. He can't do much more, so he does well. I do dislike that he used the "silver lining, the house is empty" line... Though he takes the "not right now" gracefully, at least. 

The stuff with Fiona's grocery store job gets wrapped up in a single scene, which is another of those lazy writing corner cuts that makes the whole arc seem pointless. She asks Bobby for time off to go see DCFS and he threatens to tell them she turns up drunk if she doesn't quit. The end. What did we get out of that arc except for a few daft blow job jokes? Was it just something to keep Fiona occupied until the bombshell hits? It felt a bit cheap, and sad that Bobby doesn't get any kind of just desserts, but ultimately things move off pretty quick and I don't care too much.

The scene with Frank and Fiona at the Alibi is another scene that felt kind of truncated. It works because William H Macy and Emmy Rossum make it work, rather than because the script gives it the space it needs. But the dialogue seemed to skip a couple of levels between Fiona "asking relatively politely" and "completely losing her shit"... It worked fine because Fiona's obviously going to be stressed and heightened... But it could have worked better with a bit more escalation. 

Upshot is Frank will get back in the house in return for getting sober long enough to get the kids back. Which is what he wanted all along, the obnoxious horrific bastard. Fuck you, Frank. 

Shout out to the amazing exchange: 

"First I would like to be treated with the respect which I deserve."

"i believe I'm already doing that!"

They go to Frank's dodgy lawyer, who I think is mostly pointless in this episode? I'm not sure why they needed her... But she tells them to file a petition to reinstate custody and stay clean for a drug test, and get someone to pretend to be Monica. 

Frank asks Sheila, and she initially refuses because at the beginning of the episode Frank LEAVES HYMIE ALONE IN THE HOUSE. On a bed. Not even in a cot... Just on a bed. A baby who's possibly old enough to roll over. Just... Fuck you Frank! Obviously Hymie is fine, but I had to do the "it's fiction, the baby's fine" breathing exercises. Fuck you Frank!!! (It was because he thinks he has to flee Chicago before aunt Ginger's body gets dug up, but Fiona tells him that's sorted).

So I get why Sheila is reluctant to help! But I'm glad she comes round because, as Fiona and Jody point out it isn't for Frank, it's for the kids. And Sheila is generally kind to them. 

The rest of that part of the story is very meh. There's some daftness, Frank and Sheila attempting to be charming to DCFS. The parenting classes could have been a fun place to explore Sheila's feelings about Karen, but it does it in a shitty and very truncated way, entirely for laughs, and felt muddled. I liked the line where Frank says "children come pre-wired, your parenting has nothing to do with it." Not because it's true, but because it's very Frank: It's not my fault they're just like that. And because it was him actually trying to make Sheila feel a bit better, even if it's very misguided. I don't think Sheila is entirely responsible for Karen's behaviour, but I don't think parents are powerless to change their children's outlooks either.

The only bit of that whole sequence I actually found funny, despite it trying, was the bit where Frank takes a valium and has to cheat the drug test, so he pees in a cup, takes the valium, holds the pee in his mouth and then spits it into the test cup later. Like, gross. Super gross! But kind of genius Frank. I don't know that it would actually work, because the valium was presumably in his mouth just before the wee, so it might depend how sensitive the test is? But realism aside, it made me laugh. 

The scenes with just Fiona, and where she visits her siblings are where the emotional impact of the episode really hits hardest. The time lapse of her tidying the house is very effective because it shows how hard it is and how long it takes and how the result is... Not a whole lot better. Mood. The visits with Carl and Liam, and with Debbie are sweet and sad. The visit with Ian and Lip is beautiful because they hug her and reassure her that they're okay. That they'll be okay and she doesn't need to worry about them... Because they're old enough to know that she's doing what she can. It's kind of like Debbie, though it's sadder with Debbie because she's a lot younger. But with Ian and Lip we also get Frank saying "nothing for your old man" and Ian flips him off as they walk away. Because even though they don't yet know how much it's Frank's fault, it's still Frank's fault that they're there.

The Fiona and Jimmy bits are pretty good, because Fiona is reeling, and she berates herself for her pity party... Jimmy could turn it around on her with his she reacted to his self-pity... but I think he's realised that the situations are different. It's nice. It's so frustrating that he lies so much and so pointlessly, because in these moments I see what they could have been together and... Fiona deserves to have someone who'll be a partner to her like he is in these moments. 

One of those scenes contains the "I don't mean to be an asshole it's just genetic" bit, and... Like Lip with Mandy last episode, that is not an actual apology, Fiona. But I don't think Jimmy really apologised to her either, and he really needed to... But that aside they've made up and he's been sweet and lovely. I feel like if the Estefania stuff had been done better, I would have a lot more conflicted feelings about everything that is to come with them.

Fiona talking to Britney is also really good, because Britney seems like a good person trying to do a hard job, who's new and doesn't understand all the realities. She starts out with a by-the-book view, and Fiona shows her those realities and she softens a lot. It's really nicely done. And then at the end she lets Fiona sneak a listen to the call that reported them... And the episode ends on Emmy Rossum's incredible performance as she subtly reacts to working out that it's Fucking Frank. It's a powerful cliffhanger. Both times it's made me really excited to see next episode.

So know I just have Kev and V and I'm gonna try and keep this brief because I didn't like this plot, and I especially didn't like that it was squished into this episode where it undermines all the drama, and takes time away from stuff that really needed more of it. 

Basically V decides that the turkey baster didn't work so Kev needs to fuck her mom. Which they do in the episode. Twice. 

And... I just fucking don't know where to start with that. Firstly, the line about how Carol always throws up the day after she gets pregnant?! Is such bullshit. That is not how anything works. I can understand if they didn't want to drag out the "trying to get pregnant" story given that timelines on this show are bullshit, but it feels like they are claiming the turkey baster and both times Kev and Carol fuck in this episode is the same ovulation cycle and I just... Can't... Fathom who thought this plot was a good one? There are some moments where I half-heartedly snort-laughed at the absurdity, but mostly it's awkward and unpleasant and entirely unnecessary. 

I also hate that V pushes on despite her own obvious discomfort because she believes not being able to foster again (she asks her case worker if she could take on the Gallagher kids) is a sign that they need to step things up? I mean, that is not how anything works, V. Slow down a tad.

I feel like the pacing on the "Kev and V want a baby" arc has been all over the place. I love Kev and V and this storyline could have been a wonderful and effective one, but it's so mishandled at various times, and this episode was the most egregious case of that. Partly because I hate the story, but mostly because it is at least five minutes of this episode that could have been used much more effectively.

So overall this is a very middling episode. There's some effective stuff, particularly with Fiona. There's some stupid offbeat comedy moments. And those feel especially bad and ill-timed when it gets set against Ian and Mickey's horrific ordeal. And while I love angst and drama, I wish Ian and Mickey got to just... Be happy for a while. Like, his dad finding out at some point was kind of inevitable, and so maybe that was always going to be a part of their story. I don't think Shameless or Gallavich would be as effective if it shied away from terrible things happening. But having something horrific happen to Mickey every time he has a moment where things are looking good between him and Ian is just... 😭😭😭. You fuck the boy, you get shot. You get comfortable with the boy, you get found out by his dad. You kiss the boy, you get shot. You have a lovely date night, you get... At a certain point it gets pavlovian and it makes me even more sad for 3.11/3.12 Mickey. 

But that's all still to come... Lots to go before that, and 3.07 has the courtroom scenes that I adore, so looking forward to that.

[lucydixon]

Mirror Image, Chapter 9

Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character

Summary: Daryl takes full responsibility for Jinx and cussed out both Shane and Lori

CW: Swearing, Cannon typical violence, Child Neglect, Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child sexual abuse

Chapter 9

When Jinx woke up the next morning, surprised that she’d fallen asleep at all, Daryl wasn’t in the tent and Rick, Glenn, and Herschel, all of which she hadn’t even realized was missing, drove up in a car with a teenage boy blindfolded in the backseat.

Daryl told her to ‘stay the fuck away from the shed’ after Herschel had taken the kid in there for some kind of surgery, and she did.

Hours later after he went into the shed and returned with bloody knuckles, he said it again, but firmer, clearly rattled by something.

She wondered if Randal had been bad and Daryl had to punish him but then felt confusion bloom deep in her chest because she’d been bad plenty of times and he’d never done anything more than yell at her.

She found herself confused more in the last few days than she had been in the entirety of her life.

Jinx didn’t mind that nobody was telling her what was going on.

Daryl told her the important stuff, like clear instructions on what not to do, and she figured that was all she needed to know.

Carl, on the other hand, kept trying to sneak around and see what was going on all while she watched, bewildered that he was being so disobedient.

Jinx didn’t really understand why Carl never seemed to get in real trouble for anything. In the short time she’d been around, he’d pulled all sorts of stupid stunts and didn’t get so much as a slap from his parents.

She’d seen them yell at him a couple of times, but he always yelled back.

She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if she talked back like that at home. The difficult-to-understand feelings settled deep in her chest as she realized that she’d never know because there was no home to go back to.

There wasn’t much to miss when she really reflected on it. Daryl kept pointing things out and saying that it wasn’t right of her parents to act in a certain way and she didn’t really understand why, but it felt like he knew what he was talking about.

In all the time, however short, that she’d known him, Daryl had been more consistent than any other adult in her life.

Her parents were constantly changing the rules and when she first got to camp, it wasn’t clear who she was supposed to listen to, but Daryl made sure she understood and she just listened because that’s what she’d been taught.

She’d been sitting with Carl at the picnic table, bored out of her skull while he read a comic aloud when Lori came storming over.

“Did you sneak into the shed?” she asked angrily, eyeing them both.

Carl’s eyes narrowed and Jinx’s went wide as she shook her head quickly.

“Shane told me,” she looked at Carl pointedly. “You were caught red-handed, and you’re just gonna lie to my face?”

Jinx thought that if Shane was the one that had told her, Lori would know that she hadn’t been a part of it and then she realized that maybe she was looking at her like that because she was just sitting there during a private conversation.

She tried to stand and leave them alone but Lori caught her arm and pushed her right back into her spot, angry enough not to care how scared the poor girl looked.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lori asked her, hands on her hips “I’m talking to you too.”

Jinx shrunk back and her eyes darted around the field ahead nervously.

“You two need to realize that it’s dangerous out here. I can’t keep going out and looking for you all the time. You both just need to listen and stay where I can see you.”

The girl’s brows pulled together in confusion.

She didn’t go anywhere. When Daryl told her to stay somewhere, she did. There was no way that she would go into the shed after he’d explicitly told her not to, but now she was confused because Lori was angry with her.

“And you,” she pointed at Jinx sternly, “you need to stop hanging around Daryl.”

The girl's mouth went dry and she started to fidget. If she wasn’t allowed to be with Daryl, where would she go? Who would look after her?

Panic started building deep in her chest.

“He’s a bad influence and I don't like how much time you’ve been spending with him.”

Jinx didn’t know what to do and was close to tears by the time she caught sight of the man himself making his way over.

“What’re you doin’ wavin’ your finger in her face?” he grunted

“Nothing that concerns you,” Lori snapped “I’m just giving them a talking to.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed. “What for?”

“They’ve been playing around in the shed,” Lori told him coldly.

“Nah,” he shook his head, frowning at the scared look on the Jinx’s face “she hasn’t”

It was Lori’s turn to scoff.

“And how would you know?”

“Cause I’ve actually been keepin’ an eye on her.” He snarled at the tall woman, quickly losing his patience. “You can’t even look after your own kid so don’t be tellin’ her off for shit she didn’t even do.”

“C’mon.” he looked over at JInx and nodded for her to go with him.

She stood.

“Sit.” Lori turned around and told her sternly. “What did I just say?”

Jinx looked between the adults nervously, unsure who to listen to. She wanted to go with Daryl, but she didn’t want to make Lori angry either.

“What do you know about taking care of a kid?” Lori asked him pointedly “I don’t need her hanging around you and getting all defiant.”

“Christ, lady” he laughed dryly “for starters, you’ve gotta actually know where they’re at!”

Lori scowled.

“Do you know where she’d been sleepin’? Or if she’s been eatin’? He asked her angrily “Huh?”

“She’s been in the RV-”

“No, she hasn’t!” he cut her off loudly “Worry bout’ your own kid before ya start fuckin’ up a second one.”

Rick jogged over and Jinx watched wide-eyed as he got in between the two of them.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked calmly.

“What’s goin’ on is that your wife is tellin’ off the kid and scarin’ her for nothin' when she can’t even handle the kid she’d already got!” Daryl snarled

“I’m not scaring her!” Lori shouted in frustration “I’m just making sure that she knows how dangerous it is”

“Fucking look at her!” Daryl shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

Jinx jumped from the volume of Daryl’s voice and she felt her cheeks burn when they all just stared at her for a moment.

“Let’s just slow up a minute and calm down.” Rick tried to diffuse the tension.

“She don’t know a thing about her!” Daryl all but growled “The kid ain’t caused a single problem and this one’s just confusin’ her”

Rick turned to Lori.

“I don’t think you’re a good influence.” she told Daryl lowly “You don’t know anything about kids.”

“Least I’m doin’ a better job than you.” he scoffed

“So what’s your plan here?” Lori sneered, “You’re just gonna take her in?”

“What if I am?.” he snapped, taking a menacing step forward only for Rick to rest a hand on his shoulder “We gonna have a problem?”

“Can you just give us a minute?” Rick asked, looking very unhappy to be caught in the middle of his wife and the hunter.

“Yeah, whatever.” Daryl shrugged him off roughly and watched them step aside to argue in hushed voices

“C’mere,” he told the kid and she got up immediately and rushed over, hanging her head.

Daryl glared at the back of Lori’s head for a moment before turning back to the child.

“Y’alright?” he asked her, his tone still sharp from the anger

Jinx nodded, keeping her eyes on the ground.

“Look at me.” he sighed “Y’ain’t in trouble or nothin’”

The girl's brows pulled together and she looked up at him in confusion.

“But Lori said-”

“Don’t you be worryin’ ‘bout what Lori said,” he said seriously.

“Am I gonna have to live in her tent now?” Jinx frowned, fiddling with the straps of her overalls nervously.

“Nah.” he shook his head immediately “Y’ain’t goin’ nowhere. She’s just bein’ a bitch”

Rick waved him over and Daryl told Jinx to stay put before walking over to him while Lori grabbed Carl and stormed off to her tent.

“You sure you want to take this on?” He asked seriously, glancing over at the girl “It’s a big responsibility-”

“Man, she ain’t a dog.” Daryl groaned, beginning to pace.

“I know that” Rick frowned.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’”

“Then why?” he asked

“Can’t just keep passin' her around camp. She’s confused.” the hunter sighed heavily “was all upset the other day, thinkin’ that we were just gonna leave her behind now that she knows her folks ain’t comin' back.”

“Is she…” Rick started but then paused “I just- I’ve noticed how jumpy she gets when people touch her and she doesn’t seem all that upset that they’re gone”

Daryl gnawed on his thumbnail and glanced over at her.

“I think they smacked her around,” he shrugged. “mighta done worse.”

“I uh,” he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck “I don’t think they let her go to school or nothin’”

“Really?” Rick breathed

“I asked her bout it. Said, you know, the place where ya learn and shit? She thought I was talkin’ bout the damn TV.”

Rick rubbed his hands over his face.

“She don’t need everybody yellin’ at her and tellin’ her what to do.” Daryl sighed “needs just one person and I guess I’m it since none of you fuckers seem to know what to do with her.”

“Alright.” Rick nodded “I’ll talk to Lori”

Daryl turned to leave but Rick called out to him

“Hey, Daryl?”

The hunter turned and squinted at him, growing tired of all the talking.

“What you’re doing is important.” Rick said, smirking softly “I think it’s great.”

Instead of answering, Daryl went back to get the kid and headed toward their camp.

“You have lunch?” he asked when they arrived at the tent “Got some squirrels”

“Squirrels?” she frowned.

Daryl pointed to three dead squirrels stacked on top of each other next to the fire pit.

“And you eat ‘em?” she asked, confused. She’d never heard of that.

“Mhmm” he hummed “You just eat mushrooms when there wasn’t food in the house?”

“Nah” she shook her head and watched him get the fire going “used to have snares”

Daryl’s brows shot up under his hair.

“Yeah?” he asked, surprised “You ever catch anythin’?”

“Rabbits mostly” Jinx shrugged “caught a fox once”

Daryl almost looked impressed.

Maybe looking after the kid wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“You ever skin ‘em?” he asked her, tossing a squirrel in her lap when she nodded. “Think you can skin one of these?”

Jinx looked up at him wide-eyed.

“What?”

“I don’t have a knife.”

“You mean to tell me that ya thought to bring a gun, but no knives?” he scoffed.

“Sorry,” She shook her head, blushing.

“S’fine” he waved her off, heading for the tent “Got Merle’s somewhere”

Daryl reemerged with a large buck knife only moments later, setting it down on the ground next to her and sitting back down in front of the two other squirrels.

“Who’s Merle?” Jinx asked, turning the knife over in her hands and staring at it in awe. “He gon’ be mad I’m usin’ it?”

She’d been too focused on the blade to notice how the hunter stiffened.

“My brother” he muttered

“Oh.” She frowned, not quite understanding why he looked so bothered. “Where is he?”

“Gone. Just get to it.” he gestured toward the squirrel before starting in on his own.

It took Jinx what felt like forever to finish skinning her squirrel. She’d steal glances at Daryl while he did his and focused all of her attention on it, making slow deliberate movements.

Daryl had half a mind to just yank the damn thing from her hands and finish it himself, but he was impressed and maybe even a little bit proud when she scooped the guts out with her bare hands. He was sure she’d be squeamish.

When she finished, she held it out in front of herself triumphantly while Daryl finished eating his.

“Christ.” he muttered “Took ya long enough”

Her shoulders dropped slightly and he made sure to tell her that she’d done good for her first time before helping her roast the meat on the fire.