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hoe4hotchner · 5 months ago

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New Years Eve | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 1k | CW: Fluff, fireworks, new years eve, first kiss.

The soft sounds of Ella Fitzgerald's voice played in the background as it filled Rossi’s living room. The BAU team had gathered to celebrate New Year’s Eve, though the invitation had invited them to party in style the emphasis of the party leaned more toward cozy than extravagant. Fairy lights twinkled across the walls, and a fire crackled in the hearth, making the winter night outside feel miles away.

You stood in the kitchen, carefully pouring champagne into a cluster of fluted glasses, mindful of the bubbling foam. The air was scented with cinnamon and cloves from the mulled wine simmering on the stove while the faint sound of laughter spilled in from the living room. Hotch leaned casually against the counter beside you, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up in a rare sign of relaxation. His eyes flicked toward you every few moments, the corners crinkling when you glanced back at him.

“You don’t have to do all of this,” he said, his voice low and warm, almost lost beneath the clink of glasses.

“Someone’s got to keep things running smoothly,” you teased, placing the bottle on the counter before reaching for another glass in the cabinet overhead. “Besides, you’re not exactly rushing to help.”

He chuckled softly and stepped closer. His hand brushed against yours as he picked up one of the glasses, sending a flicker of warmth up your arm. “I think you’ve got it under control. But for the record, I’m ready to step in if things get out of hand.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Agent Hotchner.”

The gentle banter was interrupted as Jack burst into the kitchen, his cheeks pink from running around. He skidded to a stop, his excitement making him bounce on his toes. “Dad! We're playing charades, and Uncle Derek’s losing so bad!”

Hotch laughed, ruffling Jack’s hair with an affection that softened his entire face. “Is that so? Maybe I should go rescue him before he kicks down a door.”

You grinned, watching as Jack tugged his dad toward the living room. You followed with the tray of glasses. Before settling down with the others on the couches, you paused to grab a spare blanket from the basket near the fireplace in case the night’s chill crept inside. The living room was alive, and the team was in various stages of jokes and games. Morgan was mid-performance, flapping his arms in what you guessed was supposed to be a bird, while Reid shouted increasingly wild guesses from his spot near the fireplace.

“A chicken? No, a swan! Wait, a penguin?”

Emily doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach. “Why would he be a penguin?”

“You don’t know! Penguins are very expressive creatures,” Reid retorted, crossing his arms defensively, which only made Emily laugh harder.

Rossi raised his glass from his spot on the couch, smirking. “This might be the best entertainment I’ve had all year.”

“Careful, Dave,” you said. “We still have two hours left. Plenty of time for things to get even better.”

JJ stood, her phone in hand, and called out, “Alright, everyone, time for pictures! Before we get too… uh, spirited.” Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward the half-empty bottle of wine in Garcia’s hand.

Garcia gasped in mock offense, clutching the bottle to her chest. “Excuse me, Jennifer, I am always perfectly composed.”

“Sure you are,” Emily quipped, pulling her up from the couch.

The group crowded together in front of the fireplace, where Rossi insisted on setting the timer so everyone could be in the shot. Hotch’s hand found the small of your back as you squeezed into the frame, his touch steady and warm through the fabric of your sweater. Without thinking, you leaned into him, the moment so natural it didn’t even register until the flash went off.

The rest of the night flowed like the champagne. Stories were shared, laughter echoed through the house, and Jack eventually fell asleep in a pile of blankets, his head resting on your lap. Hotch sat beside you, his posture relaxed as he nursed a glass of wine. His hand brushed against yours again, his fingers warm as they tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The intimacy didn’t go unnoticed; Emily sent you a look from across the room, silently telling you that an interrogation would be scheduled in the new year, but she said nothing.

As the clock approached midnight, Rossi produced a box of sparklers, and the group bundled up to step outside. The cold air bit at your cheeks and made your breath visible in soft puffs, but the sight of the glittering sky, clear and dotted with stars, was worth it. Jack woke up just in time to light a sparkler with his dad.

When the countdown began, you found yourself standing next to Hotch again, your breath mingling in the crisp night air.

“Ten… nine… eight…”

The voices grew louder, for a moment, you thought about stepping away, about playing it safe. But when the clock struck midnight, Hotch turned to you.

“Happy New Year,” he said softly, his voice carrying over the cheers of the others.

“Happy New Year,” you replied, the words barely leaving your lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he kissed you. It didn't take long for the sparks of fireworks to ignite the sky, setting the background for your first kiss.

When you pulled back, your cheeks felt warm despite the cold, you noticed the team trying (and failing) to act nonchalant. Morgan’s grin was wide enough to split his face, and Garcia looked ready to combust with glee.

“Alright, everyone inside,” Rossi called, clapping his hands together. “Let’s toast to the new year properly.”

As you followed the others back into the house, Hotch’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours in a way that felt as natural as breathing. And as you raised your glass to toast with the team, surrounded by laughter and love, you couldn’t imagine a better way to start the year.

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mayrose713 · 6 months ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 6

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

I don't think you guys realize how hard it is for me to write Hyunjin and Seungmin as rude and mean, I just love them so much. I promise it's not forever though. I'm going to start refiring to Felix as an omega as the pack does all see him as one. He is still completely a beta though.

Chapter 6

Y/n has been wandering around the house a little bit to have a better understanding as to where everything is while most of the pack is out or doing their own things. She avoids going into any of the bedrooms she knows about, not wanting to invade anyone's privacy even though all four alphas and Jisung and Felix told her she’s welcome in theirs anytime she wants.

She hadn’t realized exactly how big the house was originally until she started to explore. There’s an indoor and outdoor pool that is connected and just has a small opening under glass that separates it. They have an at home gym, which is where Changbin and Chan currently are. There’s a game room with a pool table, foosball, video game set with several consoles and a large TV and a lot of seating. As well as a small wet bar that looks like has some alcohol and snacks. She really only had gotten to glance in there though since Hyunjin is currently painting in there and made sure he didn’t notice her.

She saw their den just off of the living room and dining room, it having a large nest to be able to fit the whole pack. She already knows that it was Felix who had made it. And saw the other four guest bedrooms already knowing the fifth one as Hannah’s since she’s been getting clothes from the closet each day. She had planned to wander around outside and see how big the grounds are but there has been something about the second floor that has been bothering her.

She had noticed that there were ten bedrooms and five bathrooms. Minho had told her whose rooms were whose of the packs as well as who was sharing which bathrooms, she’s sharing a bathroom with Felix and Jisung gets his own since he’s too messy, no one wanted to share. But there’s that tenth bedroom that he had just walked past and didn’t say anything about, and she wants to know what’s in it.

She quietly goes down the hallway and reaches the bedroom at the end right next to Chan's room. She glances around to make sure she’s alone before opening the door. She walks in and sees a bare bed and there’s a few boxes around. No decorations on the wall or even a dresser or desk. And the closet is empty. She feels a little guilty for snooping but she can’t help but to look inside the boxes.

There’s a bunch of pictures in one box, it’s all of the pack from when they were younger except there’s another guy in each one that she doesn’t recognize. She goes through each one smiling at how cute the pack was so young but she’s curious as to who the ninth person is and wonders where he is now.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” A voice scares her causing her to drop the pictures back in the box as she looks up to see an angry Seungmin.

“I-I was just… w-wandering the house.” She tries to explain herself. “To-to get a feel for everything.”

“You’re a guest here, you don’t get to just go around snooping.” He growls and grabs her bruised wrist hard, causing her to whimper as he drags her out of the room. “Besides, this room is off limits.”

“No-no one told me that.” She holds back making any other sounds of pain. “I’m sorry.”

Seungmin pushes her down the hall a little causing her to stumble. “Know your place, omega.”

“Seungmin.” Chan growls, having witnessed what just happened, still sweaty from his workout with Changbin.

The beta just glares at his alpha, not caring about any consequences. “Don’t go reprimanding me, she was snooping when she shouldn’t be.” He motions to the now closed door.

“I’m so-sorry.” Y/n curls in on herself scared the alpha’s going to lash out at her. “I didn’t know the room was off limits. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby girl.” Chan reaches a hand out to place on her cheek causing her to flinch a little before leaning into his touch which breaks Chan's heart. “I’m not mad at you, you didn’t know, no one had told you that there were any off limits rooms. It’s okay.”

“Seriously?” Seungmin grunts throwing his arms up in the air and rolls his eyes causing Chan to glare at him.

“Go to your room, Seungmin.” The alpha growls and his eyes harden when the younger boy doesn’t move. “NOW.”

The omega jumps a little at Chan’s voice and cowers when Seungmin stomps past.

“I’m sorry if that scared you.” Chan rubs his thumb on her cheek. “And I’m sorry for Seungmin, did he hurt you?”

Y/n shake’s her head no not wanting the beta to get in anymore trouble for hurting her wrist more but Chan saw how hard he had a hold of her injured wrist.

“I’m sorry for snooping.”

“You have no reason to apologize.” He coos. “No one told you that we keep that room closed for a reason. And you’re just trying to get a better understanding of the house, right?”

“Yeah.” She nods before looking away from him. “Can I ask why that room is off limits? And… who is that guy in the pictures?”

Chan sighs. “That room used to belong to that guy in the pictures.” She notices how he clenches his jaw as though it's a hard subject to talk about. “Can I tell you more another time? It’s a complicated and delicate subject. And I need to deal with Seungmin.”

“Yeah.” She whispers and just after, the sound of the front door opening and Jisung yelling her name is heard.

“Why don’t you go see what the pups have for you.” Chan smiles and hurries her along before he goes to the youngest beta’s room

Y/n walks down the stairs to see Jisung, Felix and Jeongin bringing in bags and bags of pillows, blankets, plushies, and two bags of clothes.

“What is all of this?” Her eyes widen in shock before she moves to inspect the contents.

“Nesting materials.” Jisung beams at her as he starts pulling out some soft fluffy blankets.

“Some for the communal nest in the den. I want you to help me remake it.” Felix starts to explain. “And some of it is for the rest of the house to start getting all of our scents on it so you can use them for nesting, both in your room and for us when we need to update the den.”

“And I picked out some comfy clothes for this weekend.” Jeongin shows her the variety of sleep shorts and pajama pants, soft t-shirts, sweatshirts and crewnecks. “We plan to take you on a proper shopping spree later.”

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this.” The omega feels a wave of emotions overcome her as she tries to hold back happy tears.

“Yes we did.” Jisung pulls her to him, wrapping her in a big hug. “You needed some proper stuff, we just happened to go a little bit overboard with it.”

“A little bit?” Changbin laughs walking into the living room from the home gym as he wipes the sweat away with a towel around his neck. “It looks like you guys bought the whole store.”

“We weren’t sure exactly which materials she would prefer more, so we got several of each.” Felix pouts as if it was a logical thought to him.

“How thoughtful.” The alpha ruffles Felix’s hair, kissing his head before pulling both Jisung and Y/n to his chest as the beta was still hugging her.

“Eww, hyung, you stink.” Jisung tries to move them away. “Go take a shower.

“Only if you join me, baby.” Changbin smirks at how flustered the younger one gets.

“Binnie, not in front of the omegas.” Jisung wines before letting go of Y/n as he gets dragged away by the alpha.

“Gross.” Jeongin scrunches up his nose at the two before turning to the two omega’s. “I’ll go ahead and get your new clothes washed so you can put them away in your room. Lix, where do you want all the nesting materials?”

“Leave them for now, whatever we don’t use in the den I’ll distribute between all of the rooms to get everyone's scent.”

Jeongin nods before taking the bags of clothes to the laundry room as Felix drags Y/n into the den.

“Alright, let's strip this nest and rebuild it.” Felix starts before noticing the omega standing outside of it unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never actually built a nest before.” She rings her fingers together. “I don’t know what to do or how it’s supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, that’s why I’m here to help you.” He holds his hand out to her and brings her into the nest. “Your omega instincts are supposed to tell you how it wants it to feel like but I know yours are suppressed right now. So for now do it based on how you would want certain scents and textures where. Once the suppressants wear off and you're better we can redo it again with better instincts.”

Y/n nods and helps strip the nest before they get to work on rebuilding it. They use a mix of the old materials as they still have the packs scents on them as well as the new ones just bought as they both like how it feels. Once they were done they went around and distributed the rest of the blankets, pillows and plushies around the house. Felix took some to each of the members' rooms and Y/n placed some in the living room and the game room now the Hyunjin is no longer in there.

“I think we did good.” Felix beamed after they were both done and came back to the den. He grinned at the omega before tackling her into the nest, cuddling her. “Now I think it’s time for omega bonding.”

“You didn’t omega bond enough when you guys were making the nest?” Jeongin walks in with a basket of Y/n's new clean and folded clothes.”

“Not like this.” Felix pouts.

Jeongin smiles before motioning to the basket. “Where do you want me to put these, Y/nnie?”

“You can set them by the doorway, I’ll take them up to my room and put them away when Lixie lets go of me.” She smiles and wiggles against the other omega to make him laugh. “Thank you for washing them for me Innie, I could have done that later.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Seriously?” Hyunjin walks in from the back door with some of his art supplies, stopping when he sees the two in the nest. “Now she’s contaminating our den?” Jeongin growls at the older member as the beta gets closer to the nest. “And did you guys let her remake the nest? There’s no way I’m doing anything in there now.”

“Jinnie, she needed to since she’s going to need to be in the den during her dry heat.” Felix sits up to reason with Hyunjin.

“Why?” He scoffs. “She can just stick it out in the room she’s staying in.”

“You stormed off when we were discussing everything about it so you don’t get to have a say on where she goes or how we go about this.” Jeongin crosses his arms trying to assert his dominance even though he's younger than the beta.

“Whatever.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and walks away heading upstairs.

Felix pouts, wishing both Hyunjin and Seungmin would come around to their omega, his scent souring a little which causes Y/n’s to also sour as she feels she’s the cause of all of this.

Jeongin crawls into the nest and pulls the two to him. “Come here.” He coos as he scents both of them trying to sooth them as much as possible before just cuddling them. “My omegas.”

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When Minho got home from work and getting groceries he texted the other three alphas to help him bring everything in but only Chan and Chanbin came.

“Where’s Innie?”

“I haven't seen him since he got home from shopping with Ji and Lix.” Changbin furrows his brows as he opens the trunk.

“Y/n didn’t exactly know what she likes for food and drinks since her family limited her.” Minho explains as they start grabbing bags. “So I got different kinds of snacks and drinks and just some normal filling foods for meals for her dry heat to make sure she gets enough nutrients and then after I plan to just make meals as normal and we'll learn what she likes and doesn’t like.”

“God I’m hating her family more and more each day.” Changbin growls as they take all the bags inside.

“I’m pretty sure all of us feel the same way.” Chan sighs as he sets bags on the kitchen counter.

“I also got her some heating pads to hopefully help soothe the cramps.” Minho pulled them out of a bag and was about to put them in the den when he noticed Seungmin and Hyunjin standing in the doorway of it with their arms crossed.

All the alphas walk over to question what they’re doing when they realize Jeongin is cuddled up with Y/n, Felix and Jisung, who had joined after showering with Changbin, in the nest napping. This causes the three alphas to melt at the sight of it, especially when they hear both omegas purring. They don’t get to hear Felix purr very often.

Minho notices that Y/n’s bruised wrist seems to be worse than it was when he had put the bruising cream on it this morning and is a bit irritated causing him to frown and furor his eyebrows. He gets Chan’s attention and motions to his wrist before pointing to her. Chan realizes what he means and scowls at how worse her wrist looks before mouthing Seungmin’s name. Minho huffs and glares at the beta before angrily turning back to putting the groceries away.

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celestoria · 2 years ago

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Cupid’s Game

A/n: Ahhhh, my first request. Don’t worry anon I actually found this very fun to write about that i immediately made a rough draft for the moment i read the ask.

Tags: porn with plot, dirty thoughts, penetration, oral (f), fingering, penetration, implied voice fetish, against the wall, overstimulation, hickeys

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The little glances you give whenever Dan Heng would enter the room, the faint smile he has when you tell him good night, and the endless hours you two would spend together without a single regard for the outside world. March has witnessed it all.

It’s still a shame despite the blatantly obvious chemistry between you and Dan Heng, neither had enough courage to make a move. To March, she believes that there is no need for such complications. She had enough of this endless pining and decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game of truth or dare,” she said, cutting the silence in her room as you helped her sort out her pictures.

Dan Heng hummed. “It would be a great way to entertain us since we’ve been here for a while,” he commented. You shared the same sentiments as him. There’s no harm in peaceful quality time, however, the air feels hushed and out of character considering you’re in March’s room.

You agreed. March let out a giddy squeal and started the game. After several rounds, she got a little bold as she dared you to sit on Dan Heng’s lap for the entire game.

Though you nonchalantly accepted her dare, deep down you felt like you wanted to burst. You’ve had your fair share of spending time with each other such as walking around in a city you’ve never been to before or quietly reading together in the archives. But this was a whole new level of “closeness” you’re not sure you're ready for.

You occasionally glanced back at Dan Heng to see how well he’s been holding since both of you got stuck in this situation. Oftentimes you found his cold, reserved demeanor quite impossible to read, but seeing him up close it’s pretty clear he’s feeling the same way as you.

Neither of you wanted to be caught up in such a scene but you can’t say you hate it too.

Time flew by in a flash, and eventually, the game had to come to an end with all the polaroids finally sorted out in March’s albums. That was a relief. One minute more and you were sure you could never face Dan Heng for at least a week.

For Dan Heng, you could say the same...but for other reasons.

It was so hard to get his mind out of the gutter with you sitting on his lap while you wore that little skirt of yours. Your ass was pressed on his dick for such a long time, he was sure his dick hardened under his pants. He just hoped you didn’t notice it.

Debauched thoughts filled his mind throughout the whole game. He knew it was wrong but how can he stop when he’s been wanting you for all this time?

You left March’s room and in a flurry, Dan Heng grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the archives.

“Dan Heng, what are you-“ He pinned you up against the wall and your lips crashed together. His fingers intertwined within your hair and pulled you closer for a kiss frenzied with lust and yearning.

He pulled away, trying to control himself from going any further. “Look, if you want me to stop, tell me and we’ll pretend this never happened,” he said, your mouth barely an inch away from each other. He waited for your answer yet not even a single word has been said. He smirked and picked up where you last left it off. “I knew you liked me too,” he added in between kisses while hurriedly taking off your clothes.

Your limbs snaked around his waist and his hand caressed the curvatures of your body. Rough hands brought your thigh to his hips and the space between you getting closer to the point your body pressed on each other.

He grinded himself against you, earning the moan he always wondered what it would sound like. It was addicting to hear you cry out his name; he thought he’d only hear in the figment of his imagination.

Dan Heng got on his knees and pulled down your skirt and panties. He placed your leg over his shoulder, giving him good access to your soaking cunt. Hickeys colorfully marked the inner parts of your thigh as he made his way to your wet folds. His tongue lapped on your swollen clit, so desperate for his touch, causing your pussy to clench on nothing until he inserted fingers deep inside of you. With your pussy so eager for him, it was barely a hassle for him to curl them as his fingers soaked in your wetness.

You tried to hold back your moans, knowing the thin walls behind you were the only thing separating you from potential passersby. Dan Heng looked like a man with many secrets, but you never expected him to be the type of man to take such a large risk like this.

You tugged on his hair and bucked your hips while your clit began to throb. The two of you were barely started and he already has you wrapped around his fingers after making your wet pussy cum hard with his fingers.

Dan Heng slowly rose back up, his knees sore from stooping down to eat you out. The taste of your slick lingered in his lips and his tongue swirled around your mouth while he dowdily undid his pants. The tip of his cock prodded the entrance of your hole, already enough to cause shivers to run down your spine.

Without a warning, he inserted every inch of his dick, making you feel overwhelmed with how far he’s gotten inside you with one single thrust. You were so full of him and you tried to gulp back a moan as you bit your lip.

“Don’t hold anything back,” he demanded. “I want to hear you,” his voice ridden with desire as much as every little action his body advances on you, like how one hand groped on your sore thigh and the other skillfully kneaded your perked-up breast. His lips groaned with the taste of your name, making it sound so honey-sweet than ever before.

He felt ecstatic every time you sinfully mewl his name. It’s as if you turned a word he’s so used to hearing into something so sacred, only to be heard within the four walls confining you. Only you could make him rutt so needily to the point it felt near possible to control himself.

Your legs trembled more as he pounded your insides. “Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you pleaded, tears pooling in the side of your eyes and droplets staining your cheeks.

“A little more,” he rasped. “A little more. It won’t be too hard.”

Your mind went blank with how he’s been overstimulating you and your pussy ached while it clenched around his thick girth. He was so close to breaking you by the time his dick thrust in you one last time, spasming as ecstasy coursed through his veins.

He pulled out his dick, causing you to whimper and your juices to trickle down. Your legs shook, making it difficult to stand alone. Noticing your struggle, Dan Heng scooped you up bridal style and placed you on his futon to give you the proper rest you deserve.

Carefully, he wiped up the mess he turned you into before wrapping you in his blanket, making sure you won’t end up with a cold.

“Go take a nap,” he replied. “I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Draped in the warmth of the sheets that smells like him, you were still dumbfounded that something you thought you’d only dream about late at night would turn into reality— how he would ruthlessly plow you down one second then act so considerate and caring the moment after.

All things in the archives are open for everyone, but this little escapade of yours, an aftermath of a not-so-innocent dare, will remain your dirty little secret only the two of you will ever know.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail fanfic #dan heng #dan heng smut #dan heng x reader #roiree risque #reposting this because i accidentally deleted it

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faestolemythoughts · 1 year ago

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More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

#okay so I wrote more than I intended #please enjoy high!boys #first post of many #lmk if y’all want more #stardew valley #stardew headcanon #headcanon #sam stardew valley #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sdv sam #sdv #I love weed #sdv headcanons #it’s not just the weed

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wjhik · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! How are you? Can I ask for a jude request where both the reader and him go on Ridiculousness and it’s just all fluff and jokes, thanks anyway

Cuddles (Jude Bellingham)

Soft moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The walls were adorned with pictures of cherished memories, and the bed is a cozy haven of warmth and comfort. I was scrolling through movie options to watch. I worked my ass off all morning to get all my uni work done, so I could enjoy my weekend, not needing to stress about having to get anything done. As I picked an M&M out of the package I heard the door open. I perked up and listened. I heard keys being dropped on the table and bags being put down. I heard footsteps moving towards the bedroom, where I was. The door swung open to reveal my beloved boyfriend.

“Hey, baby.” Jude says with a sigh. “Hi.” I smile at him. He rushed into the bathroom to settle himself.

Jude came out in a t-shirt and his boxers. “Hey.” He says, settling himself in bed, next to me. He laid his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “How was your day?” I asked him. He always got clingy after a hard day. “It wasn’t bad. But I got cold, and wet.” The rainy season was hard for Jude. All he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate. “Yeah? I’m sorry, baby.” I comfort him, running my hands through his hair. I moved my hand to grab his under the blanket. Once contact was made, he immediately pulled away. “God, woman. Your hands are so cold. What the fuck?” He exclaims. “Why do you have to freeze my ass every night?” He whines. I don’t understand why he thinks it’s so cold. It’s really not. I only keep the thermostat at 16C. (that is really cold for me, but that’s what i keep my room at so wtv)

I playfully grabbed his face, enveloping him in my coldness. “AY! GET AWAY!!” He yells out. “You’re such a drama queen.” I giggled. “I’m not. You’re fucking insane.” He says, referencing my temperature preferences. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

“What are we doing tonight, girlfriend?” He says, poking my side. “You tell me, boyfriend.” I replied, my eyes stuck to the T.V., struggling to find something interesting. “Well, I thought we could have some fun.” He whispered. “Stop being a horny teenager. Let’s watch Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.” I dismissed him. “You’re genuinely such a child.” He said.

“I never want to leave this bed.” I said, seemingly out of nowhere. Jude makes me feel so comfortable and safe. Nights like those were my favorite, because it was just me and him. No cameras. No media. No interviews. No judgment. Just a man and his girl. It was perfect.

“I second that. It's like a fort of coziness.” Jude replied. He held me in his chest tighter, and kissed the top of my head. He put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I looked in his eyes, but instantly got nervous. I looked down, blushing to myself. He lets out a breathy laugh. He lifted my face once again, and kissed me. I felt all the butterflies that have ever been in my stomach all at once.

I pulled away and kissed his nose. I propped myself up on one elbow, gazing up at Jude with a mischievous glint in my eye. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, huh?” Jude asks, seeing past my eyes. “You know, we could stay here forever. Build a tiny world of blankets and pillows, and never face the world outside.” I say, holding him tight. Jude flashes me a heartwarming smile that I will never get tired of. “I'm all for it. We'll need to hire a breakfast delivery service, though. Can't survive on cuddles alone.” Jude jokes. I rolled my eyes and asked, “Why do you have the humor of an 86-year-old grandpa that gets called ‘pop-pop’ by his grandkids?” I ask him. He gasps loudly and places his hand on his chest. “For your information, girls would die for this humor.” He huffs. “I am girls.”

We shared a laugh, our fingers playing an intricate game of interlocking puzzles. My hand found its way to Jude's cheek, and I stroked it gently. “I love you so much. You don’t even get it.” I say. Jude quickly reciprocated by kissing me. He pulled away with a dramatic smooch to my head. “You do realize we've been in bed for hours, right?” I observed. “Hours? More like days, I think. Time ceases to exist in our cuddle kingdom.” Jude said. This guy is such a dork. “Please, stop. I think I’m going to be sick.” I said. “You love me.” Jude said, rolling his eyes. “You know I do.”

We laid there in silence, savoring the tranquility of the night, enveloped in a cocoon of love and comfort. I lifted my head to plant a soft kiss on Jude's lips, and he responded with a gentle caress, our affection speaking volumes without the need for words. “I’m so sleepy.” I said, yawning into Jude’s chest. “I know, sweetie.” Jude twisted at an awkward angle to reach for the T.V. remote on his side table. He grabbed it and turned off the T.V., as well as flicking off his side lamp. He reached above me and turned mine off as well. He shimmied down slowly, trying not to disturb me. “Sleep, my love.” He whispered quietly, kissing my head.

“I love you, you know.” I say, dreamily as I doze off into a deep sleep. “I love you more.” Jude whispers, knowing I can’t hear him. Our embrace tightened, as if trying to fuse our souls together, seeking solace and strength in each other's arms. The world outside may be calling, but for now, in the safety of our love, time stands still, and the only reality that matters is the one we've created in the quiet sanctuary of our shared warmth.

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smok3r7 · 1 year ago

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Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Five: Running Away

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: Nate is officially out of the picture for good, at least for the last year. A fun night of card games and alcohol causes you and Joel finally to have a chance to maybe spark something new. But you get scared, and what do you do when you get scared? You run away.

Word count: 5.8k

⚠️Warnings: cards against humanity, sexual tension, grinding, fingering, relationship ptsd, feeling confused

I just wanna give a big shout to @chloeangelic she has been an absolute blessing to me, thank you so much for helping me through this process, love you🫂🫶🏼

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The warm summer breeze flows through your hair as you sit on a rocking chair on the wrap-around porch you’ve come to relax on, the sounds of children playing surrounds you, the sun beaming down onto the green yards filled with dandelions in the neighborhood, and you couldn’t be any happier.

Another year has passed by without any problems, you practically live with Joel and Ellie, and you can’t remember the last time you set foot in your old place, too many horrific memories associated with that home. Nate has been gone for months now - he and Daniel got an assignment to go out West a bit more to find different supplies Jackson needs.

All you know is that they’re still alive, based off of radio communications, but in reality, you don’t care anymore, to the point where you have asked Henry, who’s in control of the radio, to stop giving you updates.

You’ve mentally and emotionally moved on from Nate, and he’s more a figment of your imagination by now. You don’t have any more romantic ties to him, which means, you’re back to your normal fun self. Your witty personality takes over the weak one that grew over you like weeds, and it’s pretty funny; you and Ellie are very similar, she’s what you would imagine your daughter to be like. It’s bittersweet.

“Hey darlin’,” Joel greets as he comes out of the house you now share with them, with a glass of lemonade in each hand, “Extra sugar, just how you like it.” He winks at you when you reach out to grab the tall glass, a smile grows on your warm face, “You, Miller, are the best.”

He laughs as he sits down next to you in the other chair with a groan, “I try my best.” You shake your head and take a drink of the freshly squeezed lemonade and your mouth is filled with the perfect mix of sugary sweetness and fresh lemons. You hum from the pure satisfaction that flows through your tastebuds, “Gotta hand it to you, Miller,” you turn your head to look him in the eyes, “This is perfect.”

His eyes gaze from your eyes down to your lips and back again, a soft smile grows on his worn face as he smoothly says, “Anything for you, sugar.” The two of you continue to stare at each other as you both silently drink the delicious yellow drink, just enjoying the beautiful summer weather.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with you both enjoying each other's company, along with the surrounding noise of people outside. However, there’s something different about the way you and Joel are communicating, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

—

“Okay, okay, here we go. What killed the dinosaurs?” Ellie finally gets out after a burst of laughter. Joel and you have started a game night type of thing every Friday with Ellie, Tommy, and Maria, and tonight is Cards Against Humanity.

“AIDS, oh my god,” Ellie chokes, as does the rest of the group playing, but you hear Tommy snicker under his breath. Welp, that’s Tommy’s.

“Bees?” She laughs as she sets the white card down, “I mean, what?” She shakes her head and leans back in her chair, “John Travolta’s right hand… Okayyyy.” A confused look grows on her face as she looks at Joel, but he doesn’t give any hint of whether it's his or not as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“And finally,” she flips the last white card and immediately looks at you across from her at the dining room table, you try to give her a what are you looking at sort of look, but the wine you’ve been drinking catches up to you as you try to hide your smile that’s just waiting to crack with your hand. You know it’s your card and it’s a doozy, “Old lady, you’re something else,” she shakes her head and reads, “Having no legs, just toes.”

You and Ellie are the only ones who are cracking up, both of you hitting the wooden table and starting to see tears rolling down each other's faces. The rest of the table, however, doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you both do. “That’s the winner!” Ellie hollers as she slides the black card on the table to you, and your hand stops it from flying off the table.

“I win!” You yell with excitement as you put your arms in the air and start to wave them side to side, the red wine Maria brought over giving you a boost of adrenaline and confidence to be who you truly are, and you don’t care if they don’t like it - because this is the girl you’ve wanted to be for decades, the girl who could be what she wanted and didn’t care about what others thought.

“Really? AIDS was so much better!” Tommy playfully argues with Ellie, but Ellie is quick with the rebuttal. “I know but just imagine a T-Rex with its baby arms, and with just toes and no legs!” She breaks out into a fit of laughter before she can even finish her sentence, and it causes the whole table to erupt in laughs.

God, you can’t remember the last time you felt like this - just pure happiness and comfort. It’s so heartwarming to be able to live through this moment during the time of what seems to be the end of the world, along with surviving your shit marriage. You never thought you’d be able to see or even feel this again, it’s beautiful.

After the roaring laughter dies down to a lower volume conversation about whatever Town Hall is planning for this weekend, the sudden touch of Joel’s large warm hand on your skin catches your attention. You take a second to subtly look down and you notice how his hand fits perfectly on your squishy thigh as he softly squeezes your flesh. A shudder crawls up your spine, pure ecstasy surges through your body and, god, yes, you haven’t had this feeling in years, so long you honestly don’t even know how to take care of it.

Your cheeks start to heat up and your breathing gets a bit heavy, the wine definitely not helping to keep this hidden. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your hand on top of his and give a gentle squeeze back to tell him, this is okay. Over the last couple months, the subtle flirting between you and Joel has slowly turned into something that could potentially become serious, but the conversation has never been had between you two, so it’s been a gray area for awhile now.

You’re trying to keep your full attention on Maria who is discussing to the whole table how she’s so sick of having to plan all of the events that go on in Jackson, but let’s be real, you can’t pay her any mind. All your attention is focused on Joel and his gentle touch as he slowly swipes his thumb close to your now arousal covered panties, your stomach doing flips from the anticipation, and even though you continue to nod your head with her complaints, your patience with Maria is running thin.

All you want to do right now is drag Joel upstairs and fuck him like it’s the last and only time you’ll be able to, but that’s not possible at the moment.

Joel must be thinking and feeling the same thing because he then leans into your ear and whispers for only you to hear, “Want me to send them home?” You slightly turn your head, mainly your eyes, and all you do is bite your bottom lip in a smile that’s covered by your hand, as you barely nod your dazed head.

You’re so lost in the fantasy of you and Joel finally being able to end the long-awaited game of flirting, that you’re really not even mentally here as Maria and Tommy do their farewells and Ellie tells you two that she’s gonna head over to Dina’s for the evening. It feels almost like a dream kind of state, you haven’t drank like this in god knows how many years, and you really only had three glasses of wine - but you feel like you drank a whole bottle to yourself, so you’re drunk, basically, but not in a sloppy way, just with newfound confidence.

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Now it’s only you and Joel, just the two of you alone in this huge house, and anything could happen. As you stand in the living room a few feet away from his muscular build, you slowly make your way to the staircase, and Joel then shuts the big door behind Ellie, then locks it, twice.

Joel turns around to face you, your hand now wrapping around the brown railing that leads to the second floor. He has this smirk on his lips that shows you he’s as riled up as you are.

Feeling a bit of confidence rise in your belly, you sing to him, “Catch me if you can, Miller,” and as you start to run up the hardwood steps, only a second later, you hear him chuckle, ooh just wait, and the sound of his quick feet behind you. Normally this would terrify you, but this is different, you’re not even close to feeling scared, you actually feel excited.

You’re feeling kind of frisky too, so you decide to be a little extra; you reach the door that leads to Joel’s room at the end of the hallway and you quickly spin around to face him as he reaches the top of the steps. You strip off your flannel and undershirt, then slip the flannel back on with only your black lace bra showing. Might as well make this more fun, right?

As he sees you showing off for him, he whistles and slowly struts towards you, “My, my, darlin’,” then gently wraps his fingers around your waist and presses into your plush skin, his bearded face close to your lips, “You sure know how to put on a show.”

You gaze at his eyes, his nose and his jaw, and when you see the way he adores you, a feeling stirs in your core that you can’t place, almost like a sense of hope. But you really don’t have a clue, you can’t place it, and it scares you, but for right now you push it out of sight and out of mind because you really want this. And, well, let’s be honest - you need this.

“I thought you might deserve it,” you purr back to him as you stare into his eyes, the ones that hooked you the first time you met him, and your hand rests on his chest. The next thing you know, you feel his soft lips on yours, the scratch from his beard riling you up even more, making you kiss him back with lust.

His tongue peeks out in search for permission and you eagerly open your mouth for him to lick every inch of you, his hands still on your hips but with a tighter grip, pulling you closer to grind on his hardening cock. Your hands are now grabbing his green flannel on his chest, your fingertips beginning to dig into his broad chest, both of you groaning into each other.

Somehow Joel gets his door open and you almost fall backwards into the warmth of his room, but he’s quick to catch you. “Good catch, Miller,” you chuckle as he brings you back into his chest and you begin to unbutton his shirt as he softly shuts the door behind him. He smiles as he says, “Would never let you fall, darlin’.”

Then, like a light switch flipping on, this overwhelming feeling of needing to be in control takes over, one you’ve never been able to have before in the bedroom, and you’ll be damned if that’s going to continue - this is happening on your terms only.

You swiftly spin your two bodies around, meshed together, your fingers reaching his bottom button, and when you undo it, you slide the flannel off of his shoulders and he lets it drop to the floor. Both of you pause for a moment to take in each other, and you watch his brooding chest rise and fall with his breaths, the drops of sweat that roll down his neck, and you eye his happy trail on his belly. God damn.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, sugar,” he murmurs softly as he lowers his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your pleading lips.

Your hands naturally move back to his chest, applying pressure for him to walk backwards to the queen size bed, his hands moving from your waist down to your jeans as he unbuttons them and rolls the zipper down. The feeling of Joel stopping his moving feet makes you realize that you’ve reached the mattress. “Sit on the bed,” you demand between moans and kisses.

“Yes, ma’am.” You can feel his smile on your plump lips as he leaves one last meaningful kiss, then sits down at the edge of the white comforter covering the bed, his legs spread open for you to stand between.

Even though you haven’t had satisfying sex, or gotten off at all in over ten years, not even by your own devices, the routine of it all has come back, almost like it never left you. You slowly strip yourself of your light washed jeans and discard them somewhere on his carpeted floor. Shit, you hear Joel whistle at the sight of you.

You bring your head back up to meet his gaze and you growl, “Back up to the pillows, take your jeans off first.”

“Gotta say, darlin’-” he starts sliding his jeans off and starts to move to the head of the bed, “I like you in control.”

You smile at his words and think, I do too. The image of him in front of you with his legs spread and his arms folded behind his head, just waiting for you to make your first move, makes you crave him ever more. You start to crawl on the bed towards him, your face is now above his black boxers that show an imprint of his cock.

God damn. You knew he was big, but not that big.

You continue to move up his body, along his belly and his chest, moving in rhythm with each other, and his face, his breathtaking features that you love so much. Your hands come up to wrap around the back of his neck as you sit on your knees on either side of his thighs, and your panty covered folds sit on his throbbing member, his large hands holding your ass as you start to slowly rock back and forth.

You’re so pent up that you could likely orgasm just from this, but you want to feel him fill you up and claim you as his own. No, you want to claim him - make him crumble apart for you, and only you.

The mixture of moans and groans from the both of you echo off of the bedroom walls, neither one of you trying to be quiet, not even the slightest.

“Fuck, sugar, keep doing that,” he groans as he watches the way your hips grind on his cock with such ease.

Your fingers wrap around his soft curls and firmly pull to make him look you in the eyes as you bring your lips to his in a fiery kiss. Your tongues battle for dominance for a moment before he finally gives in to you, the pressure from his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, causing goosebumps to rise all over.

With your right hand, you release the hold of his curls and you bring it down where your two bodies connect as you start to rub slow circles on your aching clit, causing your body to shudder from the motion. Your lips quiver against his and you see that cocky smile appear on his face again, “I gotchu sugar, not going anywhere.” His voice is low as he brings one of his hands down to replace yours, as he moves your panties to the side and starts to swipe through your soaked folds.

Your hips buck from the sensation of Joel’s thick fingers teasing your leaking hole and your throbbing clit, begging for attention. You feel his middle and ring finger slightly push into you, then release and go back to rub a few circles, and back in again. Each time he goes back to your hole, his fingers reach deeper inside you, creating this new feeling inside you.

A string of yes, don’t stop, and right there, roll off of your tongue from his fingers now fully inserted in your pulsating cunt as he continues to pump up and down.

Your head is in his shoulder as your hands have found their place back around his neck, your hips following the flow of Joel’s thick fingers.

“Look at you, pretty girl, sitting so pretty for me,” Joel coos into your ear, his other hand now on your hip as he continues to help your movements.

You start to feel the tightness grow in your lower belly, and you raise your head to look at him, at his beautiful brown eyes, as the overwhelming orgasm rips out of you. Your body stops moving as your mouth hangs open and a strung out moan leaves it, your forehead now resting on his, your eyes still meeting his gaze.

“There you go, let it all go, sugar,” he praises as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and moves both his hands back to rest on your ass with a gentle squeeze.

Your ears are ringing, head feels dizzy, and your breathing is heavy from the intensity of the orgasm Joel has ripped out of you, almost like you’re a virgin again from how quick he pulled it out of you.

“Thank you,” you finally utter out between heavy breaths.

His face curls, “For what?”, and you chuckle as you pull your face away from his and lay your dazed head back onto his shoulder, burying your face in his neck. You softly say with a gentle tug of his silver and brown hair now damp from sweat, “For all this.”

You listen to the pattern of his rapid heartbeat as your head lifts and lowers with his hairy chest as he chuckles, “Oh darlin’, don’t gotta thank me for that.”

You hum in response with a stupid smile, pure pleasure flowing through you from head to toe, becoming so focused on his heartbeat that you don’t even notice how your eyes slowly start to close and your breathing calms down.

“You still there, pretty girl?” Joel asks, his voice causing your ears to vibrate.

Mhmm, you hum quieter than the one before, the scent of sweat, arousal, and the mix of you and Joel fills your nose as you slowly slip into a calming deep sleep.

—

Pancakes - the familiar smell wakes you up. You yawn as your hands come to rub your eyes and your legs stretch out underneath the thin gray sheet that’s covering you. You slowly push your heavy feeling body up so you can sit, and when you do, you realize you’re alone - just you half naked, in Joel’s bedroom.

What time is it? You mumble to yourself as you turn your head to look at his nightstand, eleven-thirty am, not too bad. You’ve got to be at the stables in about an hour, and you wish you had a bit more time to get ready, but oh well.

A sudden soreness shoots from between your legs as you stand up from the bed. That’s right - you and Joel slept together. Or, actually, he just fingered you, but still-

Oh god, you start to genuinely panic, he never got anything in return, he’s gonna be pissed. Even after growing out of your battered self, you are right back in it, that horrified feeling growing in your stomach and mind all over again. Your mind starts to become overwhelmed by the questions you’re asking yourself, questions that shouldn’t even be on your mind.

Why did you do that? How do you end up in these situations all the time? Why couldn’t you just give him a blowjob or something? God, why do you always have to mess it up?

The soft knocking on the door to the hallway startles you, so you quickly grab your jeans on the carpet and spring into the bathroom and quietly shut the door.

“Darlin’?” You hear Joel’s southern voice question into the now empty bedroom. “I’m in the bathroom,” you chirp out as you pull your jeans up and button them.

“Everything okay?” He must’ve heard the tension in your voice, though you tried your best to hide it, unsure of how he feels about last night.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” You respond a bit more defensive than you wanted.

“Was just askin, but I wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready for you downstairs.”

“Thank you, baby, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You hope that you’re convincing enough for him because you just want to be left alone to think for a second. You hear him sigh, alright, sugar, followed by the click of the door shutting, and now it’s your turn to sigh as you stare at your reflection in the long mirror in front of you.

Your PTSD brain has kicked into full gear, realizing that this is exactly how it started with Nate. Your first time with him was all focused on you, and he said it was okay at the time, and even made breakfast, pancakes, just for you the next morning. But then, the next time you wanted to have sex, he had no regard for you at all - you became his personal rag doll, for him to please himself whenever, however he wanted.

It’s starting to become a sick, repetitive cycle that for some reason just keeps happening to you. Your hands grip the granite counter and you start to rock back and forth, how could you be so stupid? You bend your knees and put your forehead on the edge of the counter next to your hands and you start to cry and cry.

—

You eat breakfast in silence, and even though Joel and Ellie keep trying to engage you in their conversation, you just stare at your plate and try to eat whatever your stomach allows.

After about ten minutes of mindlessly playing with your pancakes and not paying any mind to the conversation the other two were having, you abruptly stand up and gently put your dishes on the counter next to the sink.

“I’m heading next door to grab a couple things, then I’m going to the stables,” you say flatly, and before either one of them can say anything back to you, you’re out the kitchen, through the living room, snagging your bow and arrows that are hanging up, and heading out the front door.

I gotta get out of here.

You enter your old home and you're on autopilot again, your feelings turned off, thinking you’d be hyperventilating if you set foot in here again, but now, you’re not you anymore.

After making sure you locked the door behind you, so no one can barge in asking any questions, especially Joel, you run upstairs to your bedroom you once dreaded walking into. As you push the still broken door open, and you’re not shocked to see it’s in the exact same disaster the night you escaped. He’s such a pig, hasn’t cleaned up in over a year.

You take a deep breath in and out through your nose as you walk in and go immediately to your closet, then grab your dark blue travel backpack you had while you were on your own, and you start to fill the bottom with random clothes that are on your closet floor.

After you feel like you’ve packed enough, you head back downstairs to the kitchen and you start to raid whatever is left in the cupboards, finding cans of random foods that you stuff into the bag.

Lastly, you speed walk over to the front hallway closet and as you swing it open to grab the warm blanket on the top self when you hear rapid knocking and you freeze.

“Please, let me in darlin’.”

Knew it, you mumble as you shove the blanket in the top of the bag and zip it up, you then softly close the closet door and tiptoe to the kitchen, still out of sight of the front door, but another round of knocks happen and they’re louder, followed by the sound of Joel pleading your name, “I just wanna talk.”

You stop at the sound of your name flowing out his mouth with such concern and perfect ease, almost like your name was meant to roll off of his tongue, but you shake those feelings away. You continue to sneakily go out the backdoor, so you don’t have to confront Joel. You just can’t handle it, you know it would be your last straw.

After you shut the backdoor, with your backpack on along with your bow and arrow holder, you sprint between yards to the shortcut path to reach the stables, gotta grab Dougie, your horse you named after your father who passed three years before your mom got with Roy.

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You sneak past the grocery store, not wanting to be seen by anyone who might ask questions about you having your backpack. You’re still on autopilot at this point, you just want to escape from the suffocating feeling of Jackson and its residents, needing time to really think about what’s going on with yourself.

It’s a little bit past twelve-thirty so Main Street isn’t too busy, most people out doing their jobs or going to the Tipsy Bison or Kenny’s Burgers for their lunch break. Now is the perfect time for you to jump the fence on the other side of the stables and grab Dougie, which you achieve with no problems, thank god.

However, your next difficult task is to come up with an excuse to let Vince, who’s in charge of letting people come in and go out of Jackson, to let you out of here with limited questions.

You’re on a time limit because at any given moment, Joel or Ellie will be here knocking on the barn doors, or they’ll do what you did and hop the fence to get in, and you wouldn’t be shocked if they did, because you know they care about you. So you quickly run over to your beautiful dark brown horse, who huffs as you pet his long face. Hi dad, you sigh, we’re gonna go on a little trip okay?

You unhook his reins and walk him over to the fenced in area, then open up the wooden gate and lead him out as you shut the gate to make it seem like nothing has changed. You finally mount Dougie and do a slight pull on the brown leather rein to tell him it’s time you go, just say Tommy’s okay with this and that Joel is coming after you later.

Thankfully the stables aren’t too far from the massive gate separating the infected from the living so you’re there in seconds, and just like you expected, Vince starts asking questions, but with genuine concern on why you’re going out.

“I’m just going out for a bit, want to take Dougie out for a ride,” you yell up to him as you put your hand above your eyes to shield the gleaming sun.

“By yourself?”

“Tommy is cool with it, and Joel will be coming after me later. I’ll be okay, Vince, I promise.” You nod and smile trying to convince him that this is okay.

He hesitates for a second, your anxiety starting to affect your limbs, your legs slightly shaking in the stirrups. You’re biting your bottom lip and your hands are starting to become clammy and sweaty. Vince, c’monnn.

“I’ll be back with Joel in a couple hours.” You yell at one last attempt to make him open the gates.

“Um, okay. Just … Please be safe by yourself.” He forces a smile, “Open Her Up!” He yells to the guy across from him.

“Thank you, Vince!” You yell up to him as you blow up a kiss to him, and just like that, you and Dougie are off on your own, running into the beautiful wooded land, with no real plan on what you’re doing out here.

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You’ve been gone for just under a month, after you left Jackson, Dougie took off with you into the woods for a couple miles without stopping until you inevitably had to because the sun went down. You stopped and stayed one night at the same Motel 6 that Nate and Tommy found you in decades ago, and the next day you and Dougie went another couple miles until you found this beautiful little cabin surrounded by dandelions flooding the massive yard in front.

It was perfect for what you needed, a quiet and secluded spot for you to really explore and understand your mind and your emotions.

The two days you had been out, you only ran into just around a dozen runners and clickers, which was a piece of cake for you, and in all honesty, it was therapeutic to be able to really be you for a change.

You haven’t been outside in the real world in years and a part of you deeply misses the independence you once had, along with the constant feeling of accomplishment you received from taking down infected, or people if necessary.

The sun is just beginning to set, the sky a beautiful dark orange with a hint of bright pink hue that meshes perfectly together, and you’re sitting on the front porch on the singular brown rocking chair, ironically all very similar to yours in Jackson. You have a glass of lemonade in your hand as you gaze at the sky, and somehow, the drink is not as good as when Joel makes it for you. What is his secret?

This getaway was supposed to be healing for you, and it really has been overall, however, there’s a piece of your heart that deeply misses Ellie and Joel. This was supposed to be a way for you to make a decision as to whether Joel is exactly like Nate, with the manipulation tactics, or if he’s actually nothing like him.

Your brain knows that Joel is nothing like Nate, the complete opposite actually, however even after a year of excluding Nate as a person, you’re still in fight or flight mode. You are simply not as healed as you thought you were, and that’s okay, but you gotta find something to help you cope through it, you can’t just push it to the back burner.

You glance over to your right and you see Dougie grazing on some tall grass just a about a yard away from you, a soft smile warming your face as you stare at his beautiful brown hair and watch how he peacefully eats without a worry in the world - you wish that could be you, just a horse grazing without a care in the world, what a life.

You sigh as you bring your attention back to the summer sunset, the sound of crickets and birds chirping rings through your ears. You inhale and the smell of fresh flowers and the warm summer air overtake your senses, you lean back in the chair and bring your feet up on the seat as it slowly rocks your body back and forth.

The glass of tasteless lemonade sits on the small round wooden table in front of you and you stare at it, the condensation on the outside of the tall glass pools down around the bottom and creates a dark ring on the table. Why couldn’t you just stay with Joel?

As you continue to stare at the glass, a shadow starts to appear on the other side, you quickly stand up and grab your bow and arrow that’s on the floor next to you. Without any hesitation you grab an arrow and draw your bow back, the string taught against your cheek as you aim the slim arrow at the person riding a lighter brown horse, no way, you think.

The person riding this beautiful horse is about twenty-five feet away from you now, and as you try to make out the face of this mystery man, it finally registers, Joel.

This sense of relief overtakes your body, you drop your bow right at your feet and you stand there in absolute shock, how the hell did he find you all the way out here?

“Joel,” you gasp as hot tears roll down your face.

Before you know it, you watch as Joel jumps off his horse and runs to you, when he finally reaches your shaking body he wraps his large hands around your torso and picks you up like a feather, and he spins you around.

Oh my pretty girl, babygirl, I thought I lost you forever, and what are you doing all the way out here? Spews out of Joel’s mouth, you latch your arms and legs around his thick body as you continue to sob into his neck.

“I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over.

Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl, he softly repeats back to you, I gotchu now.

The two of you hold onto each other like that for a long time. You don’t know why you ever left Jackson, you don’t know why you left Ellie, and finally, you have no idea why you left Joel. All you do know is that you’ll never leave Joel ever again. Not by your own choice, anyway.

Tags: @evyiione @oscarissac2099 @southernbe @pedrosfanny

#joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #Is Leaving Even An Option #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfic #joel miller series #dark story

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reneeluv154 · 1 year ago

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Freak

I hope you enjoy!!🤍

Thank you so much to whoever gave me the idea for this! I had so much fun writing this.

I was taking pictures here and there around the school when I felt someone run up behind me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I looked over, noticing Newt, his fluffy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t realize I had been staring until I bumped into someone.

“Oh, I apologize.”

The boy just smiled, giving me a small nod. I was quite popular in this school, everyone knew me. From the quote on quote weird kids, to the ones who smoke weed in the bathroom, and the athletes. Speaking of athletes.

“Jeez Y/n, you alright?” Newt’s accent made me wanna melt into him like putty. “Yeah, I’m just tired, that's all.”

“Aw man, so you’re not coming to the tournament tonight?”

Shoot, I had forgotten all about the tournament. I was supposed to go and take pictures of the track tournament for the photography club I had signed up for this year.I went around taking pictures for the yearbook and the newsletters, and stuff like that.

“Nah, I’ll be there, kinda have to be.”

“Oh right, Casey got the flu huh?”

I nodded, giving him a grossed-out look. Casey was my friend who was in the photography club as well. He let out a laugh before separating off into another hallway. “See ya tonight!”

A few days after the game, I was sitting on a chair outside of the photography room, since the red light would always give me a headache after a while. I had my head down in my hands when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“You alright?”

I looked up to see Newt and his friend Charlie standing in front of me, both looking happier than ever. They were thrilled they had won the tournament, and I was thrilled for them.

“Yeah, just a slight headache, the lighting in there is harsh ya know?”

They both nodded, Charlie being the one to speak.

“We were just coming to see the pictures you took of the tournament. We would love to see them.”

“Yeah, of course, you guys go ahead, I just need a moment.”

They both nodded, walking into the room while I grabbed two Advils from my purse, taking them both before joining them.

When I walked in I noticed they were standing at a specific wall, Charlie turning around to give me a terrified look.

“What the hell!”

I laughed at first not understanding what was such a big deal before getting a tad bit closer and realizing…these were all my pictures of Newt. Every single one I had taken this week. I panicked, immediately taking them down and moving them across the room onto a small table where the rest of the fully developed photos go.

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could manage, grabbing the tournament photos and taking them over.

“Nah, you're a freak.” Charlie was about to storm out when Newt grabbed his arm. “Don’t be rude, we came here to look at the tournament photos.”

“Newt she had a picture of you when you got out of the showers! You had a towel around your waist…a towel, that's it!”

Shit that one was in there? I thought I had taken that one last week.

“And I will have a talk with her about that later, but for now we came here to look at these photos.”

His dominance gave me chills. We made eye contact. A split second before I broke it handing him the pile of photos,

“Would you like to take a quick look through these?”

He had a small pleasant smile on his face which shocked me. Didn’t he think I was a freak as well? I ignored his comment, doing whatever I could to ignore their presence.

“Hey, Y’n could we by chance take any of these?” Newt asked.

“Yeah, you can take most of them. I just need two or three for the yearbook.”

“Alright here, go through and pick some you wanna keep, Y/n can I have a chat outside?”

I nodded, grabbing the pictures of him and walking with him to the door. He held it open following me out.

I handed him the photos as soon as the door shut feeling guilty, staring at the ground.

“You know, you take quite wonderful pictures.” He flipped through them.

“Thank you,” I murmured

“Y’n, I’m not mad at you.”

“Not even a little?”

He had the pictures in one hand using the other to lift my chin.

“Nope, not even a little.” He cooed.

“You don't think I’m a freak?”

He shook his head “This is one of the most adorable things a girl that likes me has ever done.”

I smiled, feeling like a child.

“I could never call you a freak.” I had butterflies not just in my stomach but everywhere, my heart, my hands and feet, even my brain. I wanted to run around and squeal.

“Coffee this Wednesday at six?”

He asked, taking his hand away to check his watch. I nodded still blushing hard.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

Just then Charlie came out carrying some pictures.

“I left you four, come on Newt.”

As I watched them walk away Newt turned around giving me a subtle wink and blowing me a small kiss, he smiled watching me blush.

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winged-self-indulgence · 2 years ago

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Dread Pirate

The urge to write is upon me, and I have decided to make it a @stnaf-vn problem. Riding this goddamn wave of creativity until I inevitably crash and die. Inspired by the picture of Friend as a pirate. Fem!MC (though it's mostly neutral). 1.4K words.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in your curtains, lighting up the cracks on the wooden floor of your bedroom. Tomorrow is your wedding day, for all the good that does you. If you could run you would, and you had. That was why you were locked in your room, unable to so much as stick your head out the window without one of the patrolling guards reporting you to your parents.

They had said that it was for your own protection. Apparently, pirates had been sighted prowling along the coast. Surely the future spouse of a noble would be certain to fetch a high price.

Sighing, you close your eyes and try to fall asleep. Suddenly, from outside your window you hear a melody you haven't heard in years. A song that only one other person would know.

"Friend?" You creep over to the fluttering fabric, too afraid to hope and yet hoping still as you just barely peer through.

The sight that meets you sends your mind is reeling, as you open your window. Down below, illuminated by strands of faint silver, is him. A long black cape brushes the ground, and Friend tips back the tri-corner hat covering his eyes to smirk up at you with a wink. He whistles again, that same silly little tune. If you weren’t so overjoyed to see him, you might have punched him in the gut.

"What are you doing here?" You hiss, stunned by his appearance. You hadn’t seen Friend in years, not cine he'd suddenly vanished along with his family. Yet here he was, lurking outside your window like a bonafide stalker. "Get up here before the guards see you!"

“Well, if you insist,” he calls back, and – with surprising speed and dexterity – he scales the walls of the building until he’s sitting on your windowsill. Once there, he waggled his eyebrows teasingly. “Did ya miss me, sweetheart?”

“Don’t act like this is a game!” You barely remember to keep your voice down but decide that punching him is no longer off the table. “Where the hell have you been?!”

"Ow!” He doubled over in pretend agony. “Is that how you say hello after so long? Is that the welcome your best friend gets? I feel so unloved.”

“Start talking before I make you feel even more unloved,” you threaten, but you still look him over nervously for any sign of injury. You lean away, finally taking in the myriad of changes; bright yellow hair struck through with jewelled clips to keep back the strands, the inky bags beneath his eyes that only made the obsidian irises stand out even more. The clothes, a large black jacket draped over his shoulders, unbuttoned to expose the red lining.

A cutlass dangles from his waist, the edge razor-sharp.

The man before you is a far cry from the bright-eyed boy from your childhood. “I can't explain all of it, just yet," your friend says, his voice still low and sultry as he reaches over to touch your cheek. "But I needed to see you. I needed to see if you remembered me."

"Of course I remember you!" You catch his hand before he can draw it away. "You fool! You absolute-! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?! All these months-!"

"Ah-ah," he kisses the back of your hand again with a smile. "I’m sorry I left you alone for so long, but believe me, sweet thing, you were always in my heart.”

You laugh, your fears briefly swept away by Friend's easy charm. "I see you some things haven’t changed,” you joke, pulling your hand away and poking his nose. “You haven't stopped being such a flirt."

He can't help but laugh, too. Your touch is electric to him. He wants to grab you, and never let go.

"And I see you haven’t stopped being so beautiful," he banters, opening his arms invitingly. "Come here, precious. Let me hold you close."

The request makes you stop, and the butterflies in your belly shrivel up into husks as you remember where you are. What tomorrow is. "I...we can't do that anymore."

"Right. Because of your wedding," Friend says, and you're surprised that he knows. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. I have my ways of learning things."

"Believe me, I’ve tried to get out of it, but I have nowhere else to go,” you stare out the window to where the surface of the sea shines like a mirror. “If I could leave…”

Friend steps closer, his breath warm on your face, the smell of honey-wine on his breath. "Then at least let me hug you once. Just once, for old time’s sake, huh?”

With a sigh, you lean into his arms, breathing in the scent of leather, saltwater, and something so familiar that it transports you back to being a child again. Memories of you and Friend race through the streets, him in his fancy clothes that made it difficult to run over the perpetually damp pavement.

You are so caught up in the memories that you don't notice the expression on Friend’s face. You don’t notice what’s in his hands. You don’t notice the odd scent in the air, or the haze of grey smoke joining the night fog.

"Do you trust me, sweetheart?" Friend asks softly.

The question surprises you, and you suddenly find that you can't pull away from him. The arms around you are deceptively strong beneath the thick fabric of his coat. Twisting, you manage to lean far enough away to stare into those impossibly black eyes, and you could have sworn that they were glowing.

"Do you trust me," he murmurs again into the space between your lips. Somehow you have enough presence of mind to nod, and the way his lips split into a wide grin gives you the feeling that you’ve just signed a deal with the devil.

Perhaps you have, because the next thing you hear is someone screaming about a fire, and then nothing else.

When you awaken, you are curled up on a bed in an unfamiliar room. The floor rocks beneath you, a telltale sign that you're not on land. You have no idea how much time has passed, but it must have been hours because you can see the sun through the porthole window.

You try to stand up, only to trip over something and nearly brain yourself on the nearby table. A glance over your shoulder sends ice trickling down your spine: thick iron shackles your ankle to the wall, just long enough for you to walk around the room and no further. Oddly enough, although it’s clearly unused, signs of aging are clear on the surface of the metal. Whoever had trapped you had even added padding to the interior so that your skin wouldn’t be scratched or bruised.

The sound of echoing footsteps draws your attention to the door, and you scan your surroundings for a weapon, but there’s nothing. A suspicious lack of nothing in fact, as though someone had gone through every inch of the cabin and cleared it of absolutely anything that could be potentially harmfully.

It dawns on you that this hadn’t been a random attack or a careless crime. No, this had been premeditated. Were pirates normally so meticulous in their planning?

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Friend bursts through the door, narrowly managing to dodge the pillow projectile you’d flung. It hits the doorframe and falls to the ground with a sulky thump. “Hey, what was that for?!”

“Friend?!” You gasp, relief inflating your lungs and filling you up with bubbles. “Oh, thank goodness! Quick, help me get these chains off-!”

“Sweetheart, why would I do that?” A hand catches your own, chillingly gentle as the person you’d only moments ago been so happy to see firmly pulled your fingers to his lips. “It took me so long to have those commissioned. To outfit this whole room just for you.”

“You…” Ants skitter over your skin as those gleaming eyes meat your own, above a smile made no less honey-sweet by the naked greed swimming in every curve and corner. Sharp teeth flash at the corners of lips, and the memory of them at your throat burns through you. You swallow hard, and ask, “Friend, what are you doing?”

“Exactly what want me to, sweetheart,” he cupped your cheeks tenderly. “I’m taking you away.”

#stnaf #pirate!friend + orca!harper: doing irreversible damage to my psyche #might write a raft AU for orca!harper later #my fic

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kalpasio · 1 year ago

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Batter Up

Third Base

A Kalpas x Reader Soulmate AU, Chapter 3 below!

“Dr. Mei better keep her promise and give us next week off. I’m wiped,” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned while your computer finished shutting down.

“I think we’ve all agreed not to come in anyway. She can’t really say much at this point, even Kevin is taking some time off.” Raven had already packed up for the day and was leaning on the wall to your cubicle waiting for you.

Technically, your team had finished the crunch on Tuesday, but you had spent the remainder of the week cleaning up. Today, you were all going to a bar to celebrate the end of the project. Sakura came over to your desk while you were grabbing the last of your things and the three of you headed for Raven’s. Bringing all your work material to a bar wasn’t the best idea, so you were dropping some things off at her apartment since it was on the way.

“I overheard Dr. Mei the other day,” Raven waited until you were outside the building to talk, not wanting anyone else to listen in. “She was trying to get us more time to work on the next project. Seems like it’ll have a huge paycheck at the end but they want three years’ worth of work done in one.”

“Ouch,” you winced. “I really hope she gets them to give us a bit more time than that, there’s no way we finish on time, even if we sprint the whole way.”

“Last time a project like this came up, we put it to a vote,” Sakura brought up the first job you had been on. Coming from being an overworked intern, you thought that every project would be that intense. It wasn’t until you got some more experience under your belt that you realized how hard you all had been pushed. That was also the last project that was taken on by Dr. Mei’s predecessor, so you had a feeling he was trying to go out with a bang.

“At least that one was somewhat reasonable,” Raven argued, “This one just isn’t happening unless we’re given more time.”

“They’ll probably reduce the pay if they agree to more time though.” You hated pointing out the obvious, but someone had to. “And if the pay is the only reason to take the job in the first place, why bother.”

“We don’t have any other work to do in the meantime. It could be a while before something else pops up and Dr. Mei isn’t known to sit back and wait.” Sakura stopped talking when her phone went off, pulling it out so she could read the message she’d gotten. “Kallen’s going to pick up Rin from daycare and wait for the babysitter. Says she’ll meet us at the bar in an hour.”

“Rin still needs a babysitter?” Raven looked over to your coworker who didn’t look at all bothered by the question.

“I doubt she’d get into any trouble, but better safe than sorry.” Her explanation made sense, but you knew it wasn’t the full picture. Kallen’s job was dangerous, and she’d made her fair share of enemies. The two were taking no chances when it came to Rin, and you could understand why.

Inside the bar, Rita waved your group over to the table she shared with Durandal. There was only space for five people in the booth, but there were a few chairs around the other side, and you could see that other tables nearby had been reserved for the rest of your coworkers.

After you all ordered some drinks, the conversation flowed easily. At first the topics mostly centered around work; what the next big project would be, how much sleep you all had lost from overtime, and when the next game would be. After some time though, the conversations split. You and Sakura started talking about how Rin was doing, but when she brought up the fact that she and her family had been thinking about getting a cat, Rita joined your group, giving some advice from her own experience.

It was nice to finally have some time to relax, even if drinking wasn’t your favorite pastime, these were some of your favorite people and being in their company was enough to make you smile. Your friend wasn’t so easily destressed, she kept checking her phone for updates from Kallen, though she tried to be subtle about it. It had only been thirty minutes, but she did eventually get a message and said that you should expect Kallen to be there within the next couple of minutes.

She did not tell you to expect to see Kalpas, but there he was, dutifully following behind Kallen like a guard dog. The drinks must have gotten to you more than you thought because the pout that you thought was hidden well was clearly caught by Kallen and she raised an eyebrow in response. With a huff, you turned back around and looked down into your cup. You weren’t mad at her, but the idea of Kalpas caring so much about someone else when he wouldn’t even give you the time of day hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Sakura slid over so that there was just enough space for her wife to sit on the edge of the booth with her. When they exchanged a short kiss, Raven pretended to gag making you laugh a little at her theatrics. She sent you a wink at the joke you’d shared but then her eyes flicked up to something behind you. A second later, a chair was dropped next to you with a rattle that made you worry it might break

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Kalpas taking the seat, already looking your way. Part of you wanted to keep staring and not let him intimidate you, but a louder part of you got nervous under his gaze and you turned away. Kira, who had been sitting at the advertising table with Kiana, gave you a smirk that meant nothing but trouble and you looked up at the ceiling, just wanting a moment of peace.

“Everything okay?” Kallen and Sakura both were looking at you now, though you couldn’t tell if their concern was teasing or genuine.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just been a long week. I’m happy to get some time to myself.”

“You know, with all that free time, you could probably find your soulmate.” Kallen’s teasing earned her a glare and you downed the last of your drink to hide your blush.

“I’m gonna go get a refill, do you want anything?” You stood, happy to have an excise to get away from the table, and more importantly Kalpas.

Kallen shook her head no; she planned on staying sober so she could make fun of Sakura (though you had never even seen your coworker buzzed, let alone drunk). Before you had even taken a step away from the table, however, Kalpas was standing from his chair, the motion placing him a little closer than you expected. Looking up at him, he just nodded towards the bar and raised an eyebrow when you didn’t move.

Why did the one person you wanted to avoid have to thwart your escape? Actually, Kallen following you probably would have been worse, you weren’t sure you could take much more of her taunting. The feeling of a hand pressing against your lower back had you taking a step forward to get away, but the pressure didn’t move. Glancing back, Kalpas kept looking straight ahead, almost herding you across the floor.

It was nerve wracking, having him right there, but at the same time you felt a sort of confidence from having him so close and held your head high across the bar. When you reached your destination, the bartender gave you a bit of a side-eye but took your order without any complaints.

“You don’t need to find your soulmate.” Kalpas was leaning against the bar while you waited, looking you dead in the eyes with his arms crossed over his chest. It almost felt like he was interrogating you, but you didn’t look away this time. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just tired of avoiding him, but you kept your eyes locked on him while you spoke.

“I know. I’ve got a pretty good idea of who it is.” You paused, but when Kalpas didn’t say anything, you kept going. “Honestly, I’m more concerned that they aren’t interested.” His glare narrowed and your confidence wavered from the intensity of his stare.

“Why don’t you try asking then. This song and dance is getting old.”

“Nerves,” you answered without fully thinking it through. “It’d be pretty embarrassing if my soulmate rejected me, you know?” Unsurprisingly, the joke fell flat, and you finally looked away while giving a half-hearted chuckle. “You’re not exactly the most approachable. I thought you hated my guts when we first met.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh what a relief,” you looked back at him, your sarcasm giving you a bit of courage.

“If I hated your guts, you would know.” You sincerely doubted that you could tell the difference between angry Kalpas and regular Kalpas but it’s probably best not to say that to his face. “I’m not the kind of person to waste time on pointless things. If I didn’t want to see you, I wouldn’t have gone to the games and if it weren’t for Sakura, we would have had this conversation already.”

“What do you mean ‘if it weren’t for Sakura’?”

“She told me to wait.” He uncrossed his arms, and placed one hand on the bar beside you as he leaned in. “She told me to ‘let you process,’” Kalpas mocked your friend and it almost seemed like he was truly mad at her. “I’ve known that we’re soulmates for months and I’m sick and fucking tired of sitting around doing nothing.”

“Maybe if you were a little more obvious about not hating me—”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that when I’m not allowed anywhere near you?”

He makes a good point…

“Okay well. Now that you’re allowed near me could you be a little more obvious about not hating me?”

Kalpas didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips to yours. His arm wrapped around to keep you close and you had to hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance. Kissing your soulmate physically felt the same as kissing anyone else, but deep down, some part of you that had been tense for so long, finally relaxed. It was soothing in a way you didn’t know you needed, and you couldn’t imagine ever pulling away.

Unfortunately, the bartender didn’t seem to agree, and you were forced apart when he angrily cleared his throat and nearly spilled your drinks when he slammed them down. If you hadn’t looked so embarrassed, Kalpas likely would have ignored the silent reprimand, but you both settled with keeping your fingers locked together for the walk back to the table.

Before you even sat down, you just knew your friends had the smuggest look all ready for when you looked their way. Not wanting to give them the pleasure of saying ‘I told you so,’ you kept your eyes focused on your new boyfriend and Bronya, who was kind enough to spare your feelings. When you glanced at Raven, though, it was all over.

“Couldn’t find any desks to hide behind this time?” Immediately the floodgates opened, and everyone was asking questions or making a witty remark about your new relationship. Even Kira stopped by to visit, and she only left after saying that Kalpas would make a good model and you had to physically shoo her away (her sake as well as your own).

At the end of the night, he walked with you and your friends back to Raven’s and rode the subway back to your stop. On the way you talked about anything and everything. From work, to how you both had met Sakura, to that first baseball game and how annoying your coworkers could be. More importantly, you both decided to take advantage of your time off and planned to go on a proper date sooner rather than later. Sakura and Kallen threatened to crash it, but you weren’t worried. Whether or not they were there didn’t matter. So long as you got to spend time with your soulmate, you would be happy.

uh that whole part with the "oh what if we get another project" Yeah. that was me going off the rails and like almost making this a 20k word fic because I fully intended to have the team go through a whole project and have Kalpas just like pop up sometimes and then I went "Oh my gosh it's 11pm and I have to get up at 6" and proceeded to only write another 4k words the next day. Truly showing restraint

#azaryawrites #kalpas x reader #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3 #hi3 x reader #x reader

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mercy-thompson-fanfiction · 3 months ago

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Valentine’s Day story?

I am not responsible for my MILs valentine, my mother’s valentine, or anyone else’s. There’s a rule when you’re the only woman in a family of man (save for your mother and MIL) and it is to put your foot down. Let the men ruin their little capitalist holiday on their own.

But actually no I don’t have anything slated and most of what I’ve been posting recently had already been written or it’s been queued in advance. I’ve been a little overwhelmed with work. I can give you headcanons though.

Charles/Anna: Anna is a modern woman and thinks it’s a capitalist scam as a result. But she was usually sent a gift from her father (and will be until the end of his days) and she has a strange new passion for Gal-entine’s Day that has driven the Marrok up a wall. Charles forgets in the sense he has never really celebrated and Anna tells him to stop doing stuff but he usually gets at least flowers. Somewhere along the lines, Anna has taken to also sending Mercy flowers and signing the card “your brother” as a playfully obnoxious threat to Adam. Charles doesn’t know but it’s a game in the Tri-Cities to guess what ridiculously large floral arrangement is coming every year—said floral arrangement lives and dies outside because the scents would give everyone headaches.

Mercy/Adam: Mercy doesn’t care much for the holiday but appreciates the ridiculous gestures for what they are. Adam buys flowers because they drive her insane. She’ll pick something up if it makes her think of him. Most of Adam’s attention is on Jesse on Valentine’s Day, and Mercy prefers it that way. She has also come to recognize that Adam will always send something small to Christy just because she’s the mother of his child. He offered to stop the first time he realized it bothered her, but she has come to understand it’s just his way of paying respect and nothing more.

Bran/Leah: Well. Like most elderly couples, regardless of relationship, they didn’t used to do anything. This is new territory. Bran has begun to buy traditional things for the sake of tradition and nothing more. Leah doesn’t hate it, but she thinks it’s absurd that it’s happening. She does know that he also sends something to Anna—Anna thinks it’s weird—and she’s mostly ok with that. She is not ok the first time that he considers sending something to Mercy and he actually backtracks that line of thinking real fast. Which, that’s a good step for them.

Samuel/Ariana: Idk where the fuck they are. But he sends something to the baby every year. It takes a few days, the first time, for Anna to put together who sent them because there’s no name other than the baby’s. Sometimes it’s a modest little bouquet, sometimes a stuffed animal. He always somehow knows what baby is interested in despite the fact he never tries to ask or get too involved. Anna takes pictures of the reception every year to show him one day if he asks.

Warren/Kyle: Kyle thinks it’s a funny thing to celebrate so he does it all out as a result. Warren grins and bears it, but they both know it’s a game.

I’m going to throw out there that I think Peggy is an insane romantic for some reason. What little we know of her makes me feel like she goes all out unironically.

Honey/Peter: Sorry to hurt everyone with that memory. I think Honey actually kind of found the holiday fun and I feel like she didn’t really need/want him to do anything for it but if she saw something in the store, she would grab it for him just because. Peter did the same but year-round so he found it funny when she’d do it.

Because it’s funny, I feel like a non-canon, whimsical version of Bonarata would send Mercy funeral flowers for shits and giggles. What I’m really saying is that, in his position, I would send funeral arrangements.

OCs, Mine (if you will)

Tala/Cai: They do put in the effort of having a date night sometime around V day specifically. They don’t necessarily do a lot, though Cai still feels some external pressure to do something crazy. Mostly, it’s because Tala has insanely high expectations of her father and Cai feels like he’s supposed to somehow compete. It is also only roughly a month before their wedding anniversary which Tala does take seriously and so they don’t really feel the need to overdo it.

Raven/Connell: Haven’t forgotten them, but it’s been a while. Raven hates Valentine’s Day. It’s embarrassing every time even in the privacy of her own home. She doesn’t want to hear it uttered ever again. Charles tries backing off several times but Anna won’t let him because “you were her first Valentine”. That makes the whole thing worse. Connell just accepts he can’t do anything remotely stereotypical else she’ll burn up in embarrassment and he’s fine with that but he does find it hilarious and teases her with something stupid and/or ironic every year because of it.

Sora/The Bear: The woman just wasted a year or more of her life teaching the guy modern English. She is not going to explain the nightmare that is Valentine’s Day. It comes with a whole new vocabulary. She turned the holiday calendar on his phone off in case he ever learns how to use the thing because she’d have to start explaining so many stupid little holidays. She is typically happy that her father will send her some small arrangement every year, but she tells Math it’s just because he’s thinking of her and refuses to acknowledge that there’s another reason.

Porsche/Ben: Arguably the worst couple ever to exist on V Day because Ben hates that it’s a holiday and thinks it’s ridiculous. Porsche expects him to do something every year and every year he feels like an utter piece of shit because she’s one-upped him again and yes it has somehow become a competition. But he’s going to let her have this, even if he’s going to grumble about it for the rest of his life, because he does feel like she deserves to smile.

Samuel/Vanessa: From the Whiskey Neat AU bc they’re fresh on the brain. Samuel hasn’t told her about the money still, but she’s catching on that his dad at the least has some. He spoils her because he can and because he wants to and he thinks it’s kind of fun to be a little modern and stupid. She enjoys it, even when scheduling time together is hard. Post-baby, it’s harder but [redacted because it’s not been posted yet] makes their lives a little easier for childcare at least. And there’s your spoiler.

#valentines day #headcanons

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starseized · 2 years ago

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OKAY IF YOU WANT MY (unhinged and tipsy) NOTES FROM WATCHING THE PRODUCTION THEY ARE BELOW

ACT I

The marriage of marvin and trina and her pregnancy in four jews I’m Screaming they rly gave us a prologue huh

They involve Trina more in opening

Whizzer giving Jason a piggyback ride

Love leaning into the photographs/gallery wall and original artwork

Constant moving, less static blocking

Thrill of first love, more conversational less Intense

Whizzer fucking holding Marvin’s hand to his chest and then Squeezing until it hurt oh my god

They are so so passive aggressive

M: “let’s dance”

W: “you *know* I lead”

Whizzer going “hey!” after “sometimes smarmy?”

the fuck kind of accent is Mendel going for man

WHIZZER BEING THE PITCHER REFERENCED IN THE BALL GAME BIT

Jason holding out his hand and Marvin reluctantly handing over money lol

Trina kicks Whizzer to get him to tell Jason to go the psychiatrist SJDBDJDJ

Whizzer reaches out to be friendly with Trina but she shrugs him off and he reaches out to Jason instead and Marvin also shrugs him off

WHIZZER FULLY TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF TO CHANGE OKAY BACK MUSCLES

Absolutely does not care about Marvin bitching at him, who is Way less aggressive btw, he’s just laughing it off

They’re just yelling from their picture frames instead going at him for most of it

Trina is much more resigned and bitter

Old original lyrics throughout, esp noticed on breaking down

Jason is more unhinged

Mendel automatically goes to pour them each a glass and Trina has to stop him from giving some to Jason djdbdjf

Trina absolutely Downing the wine at the table while Jason and Mendel talk

Choreography is not as fun tbh

I do not like this Mendel much so far he’s giving like Nothing compared to Brandon

Jason dragging whizzer into the chorus of ‘feel alright for the rest of your life’ for no reason djdjdjdjd

MENDEL CRYING THROUGH “DON’T START TO CRY” AND POINTING AGGRESSIVELY AT MARVIN AT “FORGET THAT GIANT MAN”

March of the falsettos is as unhinged as ever but poor Trina is being haunted in her sleep by this fucking fever dream

Marvin is way more condescending

Whizzer is so sick of Marvin’s bullshit as he should be

It escalates QUICKLY

MARVIN FULLY THROWS THE CHESS SET AND KICKS SHIT AROUND

AND THATS THE FINAL STRAW

WHIZZER FIGHTS BACK AND MARVIN OPENS THE CLOSET, GRABS THE SUITCASE AND SHOVES WHIZZERS SHIT IN IT AND SHOVES AT HIM

Mendel and Trina are so silly throughout making a home it’s rly fun

Games I play is set outside a motel

Also played more bitter

Whizzer and Trina’s casting definitely feels influenced by the OBC

When Marvin slaps Trina, Jason Immediately shouts ��mom!” and runs to hug her and Mendel shoves Marvin away; Whizzer fully turns away

Marvin immediately tries to apologies and Trina goes “okay— okay.” Aggressively enough that he backs off while she holds tight to Jason and to Mendels hand

Marvin is steadily breaking down through ‘I never wanted to love you’

When everyone disperses at the end, he half goes after whizzer who’s taken his suitcase and walked away, watches him go before turning to Jason

Jason initiates the hug at the end of father to son

ACT II

Whizzer walks on stage and pointed at for ‘homosexual’ like the icon he is and does a fun high five with Jason

The picket signs and explosion were a Choice

The lesbians are TOO CUTE

Trina didn’t have a part in ‘jason’s bar mitsvah’ with Marvin?? While Mendels going off abt how bad his was??? It was just Marvin’s half???

THEY ACTUALLY HAVE PICTURES SHOWN FOR EACH IF THE GIRLS JASON NAMES DJDJDJDJ

ONCE AGAIN THE OLD LYRICS THREW ME OFF

Jason is more confident and less awkward in this production

Trina and Mendel have fun little baseball hats on

Whizzer walks into the game with so much confidence

Lesbians are so invested in the game I love them sm

They greet Whizzer like they know him already which is INTERESTING

CHARLOTTE GIVES HIM A PUNCH IN THE SHOULDER DJDBDJD

Trina’s ‘I don’t know’ is so indifferent dkdjdjdjd

But also her and the lesbians acting like they’re besties in the background makes me happy

Charlotte HOLLERING “WOOO NOW THATS HOW YOU HOLD A BASEBALL BAT” I DIED

Marvin and Whizzer facing each other, separate from everyone else when he asks if he can give him a call

Two different patients in day in falsettoland

Trina is still bitter abt not getting laid enough I’m screaming

Marvin is trying So Hard in racquetball dkdndjd

Marvin and Whizzer are much more touchy and affectionate in this number im living for it

Oop they switched Jason’s at this point

after “I don’t want a bar mitzvah, stupid bar mitzvah, any bar mitzvah, would you?’ Trina dramatically throws up her hands and goes “it’s fine, I’ve had a good life” and walks away SKDNDNDJF

Marvin and Trina just walk out Mendel doesn’t shoo them away

OKAY OKAY SO WHAT MORE CAN I SAY ISN’T IN BED MARVIN COMES IN AND DROPS A LIL KISS TO WHIZZERS TEMPLE AND WHIZZER IS READING WITH HIS GLASSES ON AND MARVIN’S JUST WATCHING HIM LIKE THAT AS HE DOZES OFF

HE TAKES WHIZZERS BOOK AND GLASSES FROM HIM SO CAREFULLY

wakes him up and gets a kiss before whizzer heads off to bed

can’t beleieve the glasses hcs were confirmed

I appreciate the use of real headlines shown addressing the AIDS crisis but also the fact that they let Charlotte have a more natural look for her hair

Cordelia is so silly I love her

Whizzer is much more visibly struggling and low energy from the moment he enters the scene which contrasts well with how high Marvin’s energy seems in comparison

He blocks every attempt Marvin makes to initiate any physical contact, just keeps pushing him away

HIS PANICKED BREATHING WHEN HE DROPS AND IS BEING HELD BY MARVIN IM GONNA SOB

Mendel helps Marvin lift him and carry him off and there’s SIRENS

Trina is shown talking to Charlotte and you can hear her being paged to the emergency room

Holding to the ground is much more openly emotional

In the background Marvin is fussing over Whizzer and starts calling for Charlotte because Whizzer is in pain and she sends him out

There’s a heart rate monitor shown above the hospital bed

Trina gives Whizzers shoulder a gentle squeeze with the final ‘everything will be alright.’

Marvin comes in with a book and (get well soon card?) for Whizzer and tries to fuss over him but Whizzer is clearly exhausted and still keeping him at a distance

Trina and Mendel give him a get well soon card too, Marvin puts them all up

Trina is rubbing Whizzers shoulder, fluffing his pillow, right at his bedside

Marvin leans in and tells Jason not to play chess with Whizzer

Jason is holding tight to the chess box, looking around and realizing somethings wrong as everyone sings :(((

Jason runs out at the end, Trina runs right after him

Trina hugs him right before Mendel tells him they’re not sure if Whizzer is gonna make it, he shoves the chess box at Mendel as he goes on about how it’s his decision, is rEALLY MAD THE POOR KID

THE END OF HIS LIFE IS MUFFLED BECAUSE TRINA COMES TO HUG HIM AND COMFORT HIM AND HE STAYS LIKE THAT

THE ‘NO’S GOT ME OH MY GOD

THEYRE SO SAD AND MUFFLED FROM THE HUG, and Trina immediately goes ‘no, okay’

And when she starts the holding to the ground reprise bit her voice breaks I CAN’T DO THIS

SHE STARTS TO CRY AND MENDEL HOLDS HER

there’s no ‘no what’ and ‘this is the start to his becoming a man’ or any of that which surprised me

Marvin’s asleep at the bedside chair, leaning on Whizzers shoulder

Whizzer is much more resigned and reserved

Marvin is trying and failing to hold his composure the whole time

They do a little forehead touch during their ‘I love you’

Charlotte gives Whizzer a little cheek kiss when she comes in

The ‘something bad is happening’ reprise is just Charlotte in a frame, not with Marvin

Whizzer is clearly exhausted and in pain and so resigned to the promise of death looming over him

More desperate as he goes along

No different costumes for bar mitzvah

Mendel goes over to talk with Whizzer about the champagne and pour him a little more

Whizzers just sitting in his bed for most of it, in a daze

As Marvin’s singing to Jason, Trina holds one of Whizzers hands and Charlotte takes the other as Cordelia leans behind him holding his shoulders

WHIZZERS FACE IS SO SOFT WATCHING JASON

JASON REACHES OUT FOR WHIZZER AND WHIZZER GETS UP TO TAKE HIS HAND BUT COLLAPSES

TRINA QUICKLY USHERS JASON OUT, CHARLOTTE TAKES CHARGE AND GETS WHIZZER INTO BED AND TRIES TO FET MARVIN TO GO BUT HES JUST DESPERATELY LIKE “NO, NO!”

WHIZZER IS IN THE BED AS MARVIN STARTS WHAT WOULD I DO

WHIZZER IS SINGING TO HIM AS HE IS DYING THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED I AM SOBBING

THE RELIEF ON WHIZZERS FACE AT “I’D DO IT AGAIN” WOUNDED ME

WHIZZER TRAILS OFF AND FLATLINES AND MARVIN IS JUST SOBBING AND “ITS OKAY”

AND EVERYONE COMES IN AROUND THE BED AND MARVIN TURNS TO HOLD JASON

MENDEL BLOWS OUT THE CANDLE THEY LIT FOR THE BAR MITZVAH INSTEAD OF THE USE OF A CHESS PIECE, THERES NO FUNERAL

about to Wreck myself by watching west end f.alsettos boot : )))

#probably crying into my coffee. ( ooc )#i am so so normal about this show

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rosemaryandarsenic · 3 years ago

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Can't Stop Thinking About You

pairing| Gareth Emerson x female reader

readersynopsis| Shameless smut involving virgin Gareth and his best friend

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. TW: Abuse. Includes a little bit of hurtxcomfort, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. The characters are both 18 and about to graduate HS.

AN: This was supposed to be short but it's not lmao. ty to Anon for the request!!! I took some liberties around the concept of virginity and gave the reader sub/brat vibes even though they're the more experienced ones in this situation. Hope you like it!!

The rain outside is tapping softly against the window pane as Gareth lays in bed, the only light in the room coming from the full moon tonight. It’s nearly one in the morning, and he has yet to fall asleep. He’s been tossing and turning thinking about the night before, unable to control the repetitive thought running through his mind. You’re in the same room, on top of him with your boobs free and bouncing, absolutely sex drunk. There are flyway hairs sticking to your cheeks and a smug grin on your face as you lean in and balance yourself with both hands on his chest. He can’t stop picturing it, the shape of your lips in a little “o”, the movement of your hips. The memory makes him groan, shifting again as he resists the urge to jerk off. He just wants you again. This realization had followed him all through the day, as he struggled to sit through his classes. At lunch, you’d slid into your spot at the lunch table near Eddie and tangled your feet between his. The touch was both a relief and a struggle. He’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom because he’d nearly cum his pants.

It wasn’t that he’d never been touched by a girl before, no, he’d been kissed and held hands and even gotten a blow job once (it barely counted because her parents had come home before they’d done anything else). It was that no girl had driven him mad like this before. You two had been friends for years since 8th grade when you’d moved three houses down from him, and the moment he’d met you he knew he had a thing for you. But he’d convinced himself it would be weird to like someone in the friend group, so he settled for the next best thing - friendship. It was a solid one, with lots of late nights playing video games and talking about school. Plenty of shared car rides and high-school parties. He’d known both of your boyfriends, knew who your first kiss was. It was pleasant, you listened to the same music, and liked the same movies. He was fine watching you from afar, despite feeling a bit creepy for noticing the way your body moved when you danced or how your boobs grew bigger sophomore year. Then, in Junior year it all changed. One night you’d shown up at his doorstep at 2 am, shivering in shorts and a t-shirt during mid-winter, sobbing. Your parents were fighting and your dad had slammed your mom against the wall knocking her unconscious before storming out of the house. You’d called the cops, and your grandmother, and as they all left you’d insisted - “I want to stay with Gareth, I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

His parents had welcomed you with open arms, and extra blankets. He remembered the look on his mother's face when he’d knocked on her bedroom door and explained. A knowing look shared between her and him, the remembrance of the before times when his dad had done the same. Before they’d left their old town and before she met Greg, his boring but genuine, safe step-dad. Without hesitation, his mom had gotten up, made tea, and grabbed the girl a set of fresh clothes. She would be welcome here any time of day or night, emergency or not. The rules had never changed.

After that, Gareth had been by your side through every step of the divorce. He’d babysat your siblings, carried your mom's groceries, and talked with you well into the night on the phone. He refused to admit that it brought out his old feelings, deepened them in fact. You are y/n, and you are his best friend - that is all. Except it wasn’t. You had almost always felt the same, convincing yourself he only saw you as a friend, perhaps as you grew closer - a sibling. Your second boyfriend had taken your virginity, and you’d filled the void after he was gone with random flings, always in the back of your mind that curly-haired boy with the freckles and pretty smile. As senior year approached, you’d grown more and more anxious at the idea that Gareth would be far away. You’d promised yourself that if you both were single by graduation, you’d tell him. Get it out of the way before you both started the next chapter. This was until you’d found out the news.

“I don’t wanna open this fucking envelope,” he flopped down next to you on the sofa, holding a large paper envelope with college lettering on the front.

“Big envelopes are good! My acceptance letter came like that.” You chide, eyeing the package to see who it was from. “Purdue?” You asked, smiling at him.

He grinned, “I told you I applied, dufus. Can’t let you take all the stupid with you to college.”

You laugh, urging him to open it as he takes his sweet time tearing the envelope open.

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.” He chuckles.

“Last time I checked I am not a virtuous person, Gare.” You reply, grabbing it and ripping it open, before handing it back. “Read it.”

He slid the the contents out, scanning the letter inside as his face turned red. “Oh shit.”

“What?!” You crane your neck to try and read it too, your stomach turning.

He leans it towards him, blocking your view and smirking, “Patience.”

“Gareth Emerson,” you holler, grabbing the sheet out of his hands, “SHOW ME.”

He lets you read for a moment and smiled widely as you jump up and down, “You’re in!!!! Gareth!!”

His mom turns the corner and her eyes widen as you fling the paper her way, “Mrs. Emerson!! Look!!”

She gets just as excited, grabbing Gareth into a tight hug, and you watch them talk excitedly as a thought crosses your mind. You and Gareth are going to college together. It tumbles around as you process it, a moment passing as you let it hit you. Oh god. Gareth is going to Purdue too. How can you possibly tell him now?

…

A month had passed, April turning to May as classes rolled to a close. There was a week left of school, and everyone was on the edge of their seats. One more week till freedom. Y/N stood at her locker, balancing books in one hand as she fought her lock with the other. Gareth had been on his way to help, noticing the precarious position of her science textbook when the hem of her shirt had rolled up a bit and caught his gaze. A shiny crystal skull adorned her belly button, shimmering against the hall lights, and he froze. A belly ring? Oh my god. Snapping out of it, he grabbed her book just as it fell, her locker springing open.

“Jesus Christ, I hate this fucking thing. Thank you.” You mumble, grabbing the text book from his hands and smiling at him before you turn back to grab your flannel out of the locker.

You walk together as the halls fill with students leaving for the end of the day.

“I can’t believe this is our last Monday here.” You say, grabbing the edge of his vest to keep from getting pulled apart in the crowd. “It’s going to be so weird to not come back after the weekend.”

“Can’t fucking wait.” He nods back, smiling.

The car ride home is quick, Gareth opting for Metallica with the windows rolled down. He admires the way you close your eyes and let the breeze blow through your hair. You blink, catching him stare at you in the rearview mirror.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Hi.” He says back, eyes back on the road.

The rest of the drive is calm, your thoughts spinning as Gareth pulls into his driveway and you tumble out of the car.

As is tradition, you settle onto the living room floor with your homework while Gareth grabs a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and switches on the TV. He crashes on the sofa, and you settle between his legs as you zone in on the last bit of assignments you have. It doesn’t take long before you’re done and you’re both watching the screen, static crossing over once and awhile as you snuggle in. The closeness makes your body warm, and you push it down. Maybe you should just tell him and get it over with now, since summer is only a week away. Three months to let the awkwardness fade didn’t sound so bad, and you knew your friendship was stronger than that. It's fine, you repeat to yourself.

“What’s fine?” Gareth asks, and you wince, not realizing you'd said it out loud.

“Uh, nothing.” You wave your hand, “Nothing.”

He leans over you, not letting it go. “Liar.”

“I’m not lying!” You say defensively, as he pulls your ponytail.

“I don’t know if you know this but I can tell,” he chuckles, “you have a tell.”

“I do not.” You groan, trying to cover the blush on your cheeks. Tell him.

“You absolutely do.” He laughs, “Your ears go red.”

You throw your hands over your ears, face burning. TELL HIM.

“Spill.” He says, pulling his leg over you as he slides down on the ground next to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“Um. I-I don’t know how too.” You whisper, a lump in your throat. Am I actually doing this now? Your stomach turns, and you feel queasy. Come on, it's just Gareth. He’ll forgive you.

“Tell me,” he chides, “you tell me everything, y/n, it can’t be that bad.”

“Not everything.” You whisper, your voice barely audible, squeaking.

He gives you a serious look now, frowning. “What is it, you’re freaking me out.”

He doesn’t let on but his own heart is pounding. It can’t possibly be what he’s hoping for, but…the way you look right now is hard to brush off. Your whole face is red, and you’re looking at him through your lashes, eyes watering.

“I like you,” you blurt out, slapping your hand over your mouth as quickly as the words came out and staring straight ahead. Your stomach is in your mouth now. I’m fucked.

He’s staring at you and you can feel it. I am so fucked.

“You…you what?” He asks, mouth slightly ajar.

You shake your head, shaking a little.

He slides in front of you, prying your hands from your face. “Say it again, please.”

You stare at him, your hands together still, unable to hide the burn in your face. “I like you.”

He blinks a few times as you stutter on, “I like you and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I freaked out and now I…” You trail off. He looks absolutely dumb struck, and you don’t know what else to say. Instead of speaking you do what comes more naturally, you lean in and kiss him. Your lips brush the corner of his mouth and he lets out a little sigh as you pull your face away.

“Gareth can you please say something.” You beg, hands still in his.

He doesn’t, instead he pulls you back in, kissing you harder this time. His lips are so soft, and warm, and you lean into it happily.

“I. Like. You. Too.” He says, in between kisses, and you’re struggling to breath as you pull him into you, practically on top of you. The anxiety gives way to excitement, bubbling in your stomach as he groans into your mouth, his hands sliding behind your neck and pulling your face to his. You’ve dreamed of this, unable to process anything besides the feeling of him against you. Your skin is electric, warm with the pressure of his hands all over you. He pulls away, a small string of spit connecting your mouths, and you giggle, wiping his chin with your sleeve.

“Hi,” you whisper again.

“Hey,” he says back, eyes running over your face. He’s red now too, cheeks blossoming with color and lips slightly parted. Feeling more confident now, you grab his shirt and kiss his neck, trailing kisses down his jaw. He’s moaning a little, tilting his head so you can access the soft skin of his collarbone. Your hands roam, under his shirt, feeling the happy trail above the seam of his boxers. You moan this time, kissing his lips again as you feel him start to get hard, cock pressing through his jeans and against your leg.

“Y/N, hey, wait.” He whines, grabbing your wrist.

You panic and pull back, “Are you okay? Did I do-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “You’re fine, pretty,” he kisses your cheek. “I just uh…I haven’t…”

He looks at you, trying to find the words. You nod, encouraging him to go on.

“I’m technically still a virgin.” He says, shifting uncomfortably.

“I thought you..um, I thought Sarah Lyland gave you head?” You look at him confused.

“That’s it,” he laughs a little. “And it was…um, there was alot of teeth.”

You look at him, horrified. “Teeth?”

“Teeth.” He nods, laughing at your expression.

“I am going to fix that.” You say, dead serious.

His eyes widen, “There’s no pressure.”

“I want to,” you shake your head adamantly. “If you’re okay with it, I want to so bad.” You say. Your mouth is watering a little at the idea and you glance down at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Is that a yes?” You grin, and he nods, blushing again as you kiss him on the cheek.

You stand, and offer him a hand, pulling him up as he says, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

You giggle, turning to go upstairs. “Is anyone home?”

He shakes his head, “My sisters are at a sleepover tonight and my mom and dad are going to be out late for date night.”

“Good,” you smirk, pulling him upstairs towards his room. “I don’t want to be quiet.”

His eyes widen at your comment, quickly following you up the stairs, practically slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

“Force of habit,” he grins, seeing you raise your eyebrow.

“You have to lock your door very often?” you say in a snarky tone, batting your eyes at him as you pull him into you.

“M-maybe.” He stutters, leaning in to kiss you again, his tongue running in between your lips as you sigh into his mouth.

“Naughty boy. What do you think about?” you ask, slowly running your hand down his chest and towards his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans.

His cheeks are beet red, as he stammers, “You.”

You smile happily, kissing his jaw again as you slide his pants to the floor and let him kick off his shoes.

“What about me?” You moan, as he trails kisses down your jaw, his dick pressing into you through his boxers. He’s fully showing now, his pants tented around him as he attacks your neck.

“I-I like the way your nipples look through your shirt,” he says breathlessly, gasping as you palm his erection. “And the way you look in that plaid miniskirt.” He groans, trying not to thrust into your hand. He’s never felt this good before, your hands slide around him perfectly and he feels like he’s going to melt. "Also your new belly ring." He grins, making you giggle.

You pull away, lifting the hem of his shirt and pulling it off of him, tossing it to the side.

“Go sit for me baby,” you whisper, unbuttoning your own pants and sliding them off.

He complies, looking a bit like a deer in the headlights as he gingerly sits down on his mattress, watching you slowly pull your shirt over your head, giving him a show.

You’d opted to wear a lacy bra under your Led Zeppelin shirt, thankfully, and he was slack jawed at the sight of you, practically drooling.

You slide down to your knees in front of him, trailing kisses down his torso as your hands pull at the waist of his boxers. You pull them off, leaving them pooled at his feet as you admire his cock. It’s average length, but he’s girthy. A long vein runs down the underside and you can see his balls nestled in a little bush of light brown hair. Pretty. He’s seeping at the tip, pink and twitchy as you gaze up at him with a little grin. Slowly, you take him in your hands and lick him from the bottom of the shaft to the tip, circling him with your tongue. He’s watching you intently, mouth slightly open, panting already as he takes in the sight of you playing with his cock. You tease a little longer, hands massaging his balls as you carefully spit onto his tip, sliding him into your mouth. He’s a mess and you’ve barely touched him, throwing his head back as you begin to bob up and down, taking him deep into your throat and twisting with your hands.

“J-Jesus christ,” he whimpers, grabbing at the sheets on his bed, unable to look at you for more than a second. He edges himself a lot, but nothing has EVER felt like this. “I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.” He groans, trying to push your face away. “Y/N, I cant-“, you ignore him, taking him deeper in your throat and looking up at him with doe eyes. He’s shaking, straining, trying not to cum embarrassingly fast but you don’t care. You want to see him cum, want to taste it. You flatten your tongue now, pushing him into the back of your throat and gagging on him. It sends him over the edge and he cums hard, moaning so loud you’re pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear him. You let him release it all, slowly pulling back with a pop as you swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. There’s drool all over his legs, a trail connecting your face and his cock, making you smile. He’s staring at you speechless, still twitching.

“How was that?” You ask, giggling a little as he just stares at you.

“I think I just died and went to heaven.” He pants. “I’ve never…you felt…”

You giggle again, standing and running your hands through his curls, kissing his forehead.

“I told you I’d fix it.”

“Fix it? That didn’t even compare, baby.” He looked up at me hungrily, “You’re a goddess.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head, and he pulls you onto his lap.

You straddle him, and kiss his sweaty cheeks, running your fingers through his hair again.

“My turn,” he whispers in your ear, and you feel him slide his hands under your ass.

“I uh, I will not be as good as you but if you don’t mind helping…I want to eat you out.” He holds onto you tightly, waiting for your reply.

“Gladly,” you grin. “If it makes you feel better, no ones ever done it so…so we can figure it out together.”

“Never?” He pulls back, looking shocked. You shake your head, blushing.

“I’m gonna fix that.” He grins and you giggle again, crawling off his lap and sliding out of your underwear. He watches you, reaching to touch the skin of your hips and running a finger along your torso.

“You’re….you're so…” he whispers, uncertainly running his hand toward your folds.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finishes, letting a finger slide into you as you stand there, making you whimper. You’re wet from the slow burn, aching for more, and he notices. Still unsure of himself, he pulls you in closer and you mewl as he palms at your pussy messily. You grind your hips into his hand and he smiles before pulling away and laying you down on the bed. Settling himself between your legs, he runs his hand up your thighs and sighs. Last week you’d worn fishnets and he’d be unable to stop staring, aching to touch your legs. The way your thighs pushed through the netting, rubbing against each other - it drove him insane. Leaning down he littered kisses inside your thighs, grabbing at the skin and digging his fingers into the flesh as you squirmed happily under the affection.

You reached down, lifting his chin as he looked up at you, a little pussy drunk. “This is where I want you,” You motion, fingers falling from his chin and down to your clit. Unable to control yourself, you rubbed yourself a little, and he smacked your hand away. Gently, scared to hurt you, he dove head first into your folds, tongue circling around the spot you showed him. You cried out, hands flying to his hair and he pulled away, worried. Not letting him get a word out, you pulled his face back to you, and he chuckled as he realized your cries were happy ones. The vibrations drove you wild, his nose nudging into you as he lapped at your pussy, your core tightening at the friction. With shocking smoothness, he slid a finger into you again as he lapped away, and you ground up against his face, the edges of your vision starting to blur. He’s humping the bed, hard again at the view of you unraveling around his face between your thighs. You’re pulling at his hair desperately, and he moans into you, sending you spiraling over the edge. You came as hard as he had, feeling your slick coat your legs and his face, and he doesn’t stop. He continues to eat you out like a starving man with his last meal, until you’re begging him to stop, your legs shaking violently. He pulls away, giving you a goofy smile, his curls sticking to his forehead as he watches you come down from your high.

“How was that?” He asks, still rubbing your legs. You pant, trying to catch your breath.

“Can’t feel my legs.” You giggle and he grins broadly, kissing your torso.

“Good.”

Ignoring the mess on his face, you pull him in to kiss you again and he slams into you, humping you softly as you kiss deeply. Your legs instinctively wrap around him and you break the kiss as you realize something.

“Do you, uh, have any condoms?” You ask, and he nods, shyly, pulling away from you to grab them.

“Just in case.” He chuckles, rummaging through his desk drawers as you sit up, unclasping your bra. He looks over, pausing to watch your boobs fall free, and you can see his cock twitch. He hurriedly pulls the rubber out of the plastic, and you motion for him to come over.

“Let me do it,” you say, sliding it down onto him and rolling it down as he grunts at your touch.

“I want to ride you,” you demand, standing and pushing him onto the bed. He laughs, letting you, and stops abruptly as you climb on top of him.

He’s taking in all of you now, hands on your hips as you slide down onto him. He grunts as he bottoms out, head back and mouth open as he feels you.

“Holy shit.”

You’re too cock hungry for him to reply, pulling his hands to your chest as he grabs at you, massaging your boobs and moaning as you begin to grind your hips.

“Feel so good, so good.” He’s mewling, grasping at you as you get faster, starting to feel another orgasm building in your core.

You gasp and moan, incoherently riding him into the bed, pushing him deeper into the mattress as you pant.

“Y/N.” He’s whining, saying your name over and over, and it pushes you over the edge. Your pussy clenches around him and your legs shake, tears streaming down your face as you push your hands to his chest for balance and keep riding.

“Cum, Gareth, please cum.” You beg, “I wanna feel you cum.”

You’re an absolute whining mess above him, mascara running, head tossed back. He ruts into you, pulling you into a hug as he thrusts into you. He can feel you seize around him, his thrusts getting sloppy, and faster. He cries out your name again as he cums, cock pumping into you and twitching so hard you can feel it. You stay like that, gasping into his neck and peppering kisses on his jaw as you both come down from your highs. Neither of you wants to move, and you don’t until he finally starts to soften inside of you.

You roll off him, completely wiped out and snuggle into his side, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Your socks are still on.” You giggle, and he laughs, both of you giddy and fucked out.

Eventually he slides you out of his arms and stumbles out of bed, throwing the condom in the trash and pulling on a pair of pajama pants.

“Sorry about your sheets.” You mumble with a smile, blushing.

He shrugs, “I’ll wash them every day if you keep doing that.” And plants a kiss on your forehead, pulling you back into his arms and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

…

Gareth smiles at the memory, the clock now blinking at 1:30 am. Fuck it, he thinks, climbing out of bed and pulling on a hoodie and shoes. He tucks a condom in his pocket. I’m waking her up. He reaches for the lock on the window and nearly jumps out of his skin as a rock hits the pane. Opening it slowly, he leans out and tries not to laugh. You’re standing on the lawn in your pajamas, smiling, holding a sheet of paper with sharpie sprawled across it. “Basement window?” It says, and he nods, pulling himself back inside and carefully down the stairs, where he slides open the glass panels and watches you drop in. You turn, taking in his clothes, and giggling.

“Where are you headed?” You whisper.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He grins.

#rosemaryandarsenic rants #stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth smut #gareth x reader #gareth emerson x y/n

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undead-merman · 2 years ago

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Hi love your writing especially your serial killer Beel and belphi hc. Can you write for a yandere serial killer Levi as well?

So there was a post on my patreon about the other brother’s as serial killers, this is a bit of a more in depth look into I guess, hope you enjoy.

Serial Killer Leviathan with GN-Reader SFW

Hunting you

You were a simple delivery person nothing special. You lived paycheck to paycheck in a rundown little apartment. Cracks all over the walls, rusty faucets, the whole shitty package.

You thought you had a normal life, but wanted more, you started putting yourself out there more, flirting with people that you felt an attraction to. You were a bit shocked when people started messaging back. One of them was the cute man who ordered at five in the afternoon every Monday through Friday.

He took a shine to you, your coworkers tell you he doesn’t even look at them, and when you took off sick his smiling face fell when he saw it wasn’t you. It was nice to know you were wanted.

You spent some time with some of the people who responded to your flirting, texting you, some even trying to play games with you when you were off work.

But as time went along you started getting messages all over your socials with pictures of you from a random account each time. All with the same profile picture of a goldfish. Some in your delivery uniform, some from outside the shop gazing inside, even inside your room, and some at your computer. Some are grainy with an intense contrast between fluorescent lights, and some are perfectly caught without any blur at all.

The messages from the stalker started soft, adorable almost if it weren’t for the candid pictures. “You looked so pretty today.” “did you cut your hair? It looks nice.” then melting down to vile ones. “I bet you smell nice, the shampoo you use, I tried using it, but I don’t think it smells the same.” “I would spill out my own guts just to get a kiss from you.”

You’d block and block, sometimes ignoring them but now it would pop up on your computer, your phone, and everything that had an internet connection. “I love you. I know you can see this.”

Those other people you were messaging suddenly stopped messaging back one by one, slowly but surely. No goodbyes, nothing, you shrug it off, maybe a bit hurt since a few of them you were really starting to build a connection. But people move on since you were still just testing the waters with a few people.

When you went to your friends for advice and were able to calm down after a long talk you get a message with their full contact information, address, bank info, and every little detail formatted neatly into a threatening text. “Don’t talk to them anymore.”

Whoever this is, they make true to their promise, they leak every little thing putting it everywhere, and even when sites try to delete it, it keeps popping up more and more. They do it more and more to the people you reach out to till you’re isolated.

Should you ever go to the cops you finally get to witness firsthand as they take your report their computer shatters, if you are there in person you watch as their face is filled with glass and smoke, blood splattering against the wall and blood pouring out of their mouth. On the phone? Just an explosion before the line goes dead.

Kidnapping

It doesn't take long for you to feel unsafe even in your own home, or your own work, and every time you get close to someone they get hurt, and their lives are ruined. You are truly all alone beside this person who desperately fights for your attention.

It's stupid, it is was dumb for you to go out for a walk, you take a knife with you just in case, you just need the eyes off you. But that was the worst mistake of your entire life, you’re grabbed from behind and an arm is wrapped around your neck. Fight and kick as you might they drag you back and press against you tightly like they are trying to fuse with you. They managed to choke you out and your last moments were of a fishy, and pool-like smell.

Should you have gone to the police in person or even called the paramedics yourself from the loud noise, they have paramedics and police everywhere with a masked one checking you over. Even when you insist you’re fine he tells you it’s just procedure, you can’t lie that your ears are ringing. He offers you painkillers as the police go over the scene.

But in very little time, you find yourself nodding off. You can’t even keep your eyes open when the nurse comes near to ask if you’re okay, but you are too lax to even answer like you haven’t slept in years.

Whatever way you were caught you find yourself in an unfamiliar living room chained up to a simple column that supports the large room. It’s a bit dirty with snacks everywhere but the wall-spanning fish tank glowing brightly even in the deep shadows of the room. Wrestling with your bonds seemed to draw your captor out of the darkness.

Leviathan smiled and shook, trembling with fear as if your roles were reversed. “I’m so sorry… I just… I couldn’t let anyone else have you. So many people had eyes on you, too many wanted to hold you with their filthy hands. But don’t worry.”

Tears and red face knelt down to match your position. “I’ll keep you safe.” his expression adoring and you swore you coils see small hearts right in his eyes as he looked over you once again.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #yandere #yandere leviathan #serial killer au #serial killer leviathan

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topazy · 3 years ago

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Inside, outside

Pairing: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: swearing, smut

Chapter: 2.14

“We were completely different at school. Addy was always popular. I was really shy, the type of shy where you're too scared to put your hand up in class in case nobody cares what you had to say.”

“Could've bet on you being the quiet sibling,” Doc chuckled before joining your sister in trying to figure out why the car broke down.

“I like that you are quiet. Quiet people are always underestimated,” 10k smiled. “Well, everyone except you. I’ve always been able to see how badass you are.”

Your lips pressed together as you smiled. You turned to look up at him as he sat on a piece of metal behind you. 10k quickly jumped down to sit beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You two make me sick,” Murphy says, scrunching his nose up. His facial expression changes from disgust to annoyance when he sees 10k lighting a cigarette. “Where the hell did you get those?”

10k takes a puff of his cigarette without answering him. Rolling your eyes, you pull out a carton with a few cigarettes left and toss it to Murphy.

Happy that he had gotten some, Murphy walked away to annoy someone else, but Warren stepped in front of him. “Looks like we are going by foot. Grab what you can.”

Everyone collected their stuff, making sure they had everything they needed, aside from Murphy, who sat pouting. You smirked, “Come on, princess, she means you too.”

—

“How far is it to this supposed rendezvous?” Murphy asks as your group continues to walk through what looks like a very large junkyard.

“A day walk. Maybe two,” your sister answers.

“Everything looks the same.”

You let out a snort, “a zombie apocalypse and a nuke will do that.”

The next few hours went by fast when the conversation turned to what everyone was doing when the apocalypse started. Warren was working at her posted military base. Murphy was in prison. Doc was working as an addiction counsellor when the Z’s attacked. 10k was fishing when he got surrounded, but his dad saved him. Addy was at an ice hockey game and met Mack while escaping. It was bittersweet hearing people talk about him. It made you miss the way things used to be.

You roll your eyes as Murphy continues to moan. “Does anyone even know where we are? It feels like we’ve been walking forever.”

“Somewhere outside sunny California.”

“Seriously, how much further? I don’t feel so good.”

“We should take a break,” Warren says before sitting down.

After a few moments of silence, Addy jumps to her feet. “It can’t be,” she says, turning to look at you with a blank expression on her face. “Where was the one place we always wanted to go as kids? The one place dad always said he’d take us but never did.”

It took you a few seconds to remember, but your eyes widened when you did. “Get out, it can’t be.”

“For real.”

“Well?” Murphy huffed, unimpressed. “Where are we?”

“Disneyland.”

“Uh huh,” Addy shook her head. “Hard to tell for sure, but I think a small world would have been right over there.”

She points to a large pile of rubble.

“Hey, do you still take pictures to document the apocalypse?” 10k asked, pointing to the ‘happiest place on earth’ sign that was still intact.

“I still have my camera, but I ran out of film a while ago. Shame that would have been a good one.”

—

You stared out at the large hole in the wall as the night got darker while the rest of your group finished eating their rations for that night. You sighed, “I’m gonna take a look around. Make sure we are the only ones here.”

“I’ll go with you,” 10k said before finishing the last of his food.

Warren looked unsure as her eyes moved between you. “Fine, but make sure you're back for us leaving. I don’t want to waste time in the morning sending out a search party.”

—

“I think I’ve found something.”

You toss the box you’d been looking through onto the ground to search for 10k. You’d searched the small building for Z’s and found none, along with no supplies.

The area you were standing in was nothing but four brick walls, dirt, dust, and rumble. You scanned the room, trying to figure out where 10k had gone. “Tommy?”

You let out a squeal and jumped when a metallic clanging noise rang out from behind you. Spinning quickly, you see that 10k has dropped ladders down from a higher ledge. Laughing your fright off, you climb up them to see what he’s found.

“I guess someone was living up here,” 10k says, taking off his shoes.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting comfy,” he smiles.

Once you are up on the ledge, he pulls the ladder back up to stop any Z’s from joining you. The previous person who’d been staying in the building had managed to find a mattress, bed covers, and pillows, which was rare.

You lean back into the bed and stare up at the darkening sky, watching a flock of birds fly by. 10k rolled onto his side to face you, “How’s Addy doing? She seemed pretty upset before.”

“It’s hard for her to talk about Mack. Hell, I miss him like crazy and I thought he was a pain in the ass most of the time… I don’t know how she does it. If she hadn’t met Mack that night, neither of us would have made it this far. I wouldn’t have made it on my own.”

“It’s easier than you think. I did it for a long time. After my pa turned, it was just me until I met all of you guys.”

“I’m glad you did.” You let out a small chuckle. “I’ve lost count how many times you’ve saved my ass.”

He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, “it’s just what we do, save each other.”

“Tommy, I uh…” you said nervously, biting your bottom lip. “I need to say what I’m about to say, not because I want you to say it back, but because I need you to know how I feel in case something happens to me. I’m in love with you.”

10k shuffles awkwardly as he remains speechless. He looked down and mumbled something you don’t quite make out.

“What?”

“I'm afraid to say it,” he says quietly, “I told my ma I loved her before going to make her some breakfast, and when I came back she'd died in her sleep. I told my pa I loved him before he went out hunting and got bit. I- I just can’t say it.”

“Then don’t,” you say softly.

You lean forward and kiss him. When you pull back, 10k has a look of guilt on his face. “I know you care, Tommy. I see it every time you risk your life for mine or someone else you care about.”

10k kisses you again, but this time it’s different. It feels more urgent. In one swift motion, 10k wraps his arms around you and rolls you so you are on top of him. You deepen the kiss and only pull away to remove your top and bra. His hands start to roam, up your arms to your shoulders, and they stop when they reach your breasts. 10k looks up at you nervously, “Is this okay?”

You nodded before finding his lips again. You move off his lap and start to undress each other. You lie side by side on the bed with only the blanket covering your bodies. 10k lets out a quiet moan when you start kissing his jawline and neck as you wrap your hands around him, moving your hands slowly.

After a couple of minutes, you feel 10k’s body tense up. “Wait,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to ruin this by…. Ya know… too soon.”

“We don't have to-”

10k smiled at you before cutting you off with a kiss. “I want to. I’ve just never done it before.”

Knowing you’ve got hours until sunrise, you and 10k spent the next few hours exploring each other’s bodies. Spending the night with 10K made you feel normal. It was what you imagined a normal relationship was like, instead of one person always needing to stay awake to watch for any signs of danger.

10k finally lines himself up with you, “ready?”

You nod, letting him know you're ready. At first, his movements are clumsy, but he soon finds a steady rhythm and his pace quickens. You let out a moan when 10k reaches his hand between your bodies, touching your small bundle of nerves. Seeing how much you like it, 10k repeats this action before you finally reach your climax.

You stifle your moans by kissing 10k roughly moaning into his mouth, causing him to reach his own climax.

10k presses his sweaty forehead against yours as he catches his breath. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” you giggle.

10k presses a kiss to your cheek before moving. A few moments later, he lays down beside you again and wraps his arms around you, saying, “We should try and get some sleep.”

—

You and 10k reached the building you were in previously just as the rest of your group walked out of it. Warren smiles at you widely and says, “Good, I was just about to send out that search party.” When you tie your hair up, her gaze lingers on you for a longer period of time than usual, asking, “Did you find anything useful?”

“Just a few blankets,” you say, feeling the sides of your ears starting to heat up.

You stand confused when Doc suppresses a laugh as he walks by you, while Warren gives you a strange look. You turn to face Addy, “Did I miss something?”

She taps her finger against your bruised neck, “You are covered in hickeys.”

Mortified, you quickly let your hair down. Your eyes met 10k's, and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“You better have used those condoms I gave you,” Addy says quietly. She gives you a serious look when you don’t answer right away, “I’m serious, Astra, you can’t risk not being safe in an apocalypse.”

“Yes, we were safe,” you whisper. “Now please drop it.”

Addy smiles and wraps her arm around your shoulder, “Good.”

—

While the rest of your group walked ahead, you slowed your pace so that you were beside Vasquez. You’d noticed he’d seemed more vacant than usual and wanted to comfort him somehow, although with Vasquez it was tricky. The balance between being helpful and pissing him off was thin.

"So you're not going to ask what’s bothering me?"

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I hung back because I’m sick of listening to one cry baby. I don’t need to hear another.”

Vasquez let out a rare chuckle. “I never imagined the saviour of the world would moan so much.”

You roll your eyes, “Tell me about it.”

A few moments passed before Vasquez spoke again. “You never said where you were when the apocalypse started.”

You told him the same story you’d shared with 10k previously. “What about you? Where were you?”

“With my wife and daughter… I was at their funeral. I had to show them mercy.”

You felt a lump form at the back of your throat. Although everyone had lost loved ones, Vasquez had been through a lot before the apocalypse had even started, which explained why he was so cold when you first met.

—

“Are we there yet?”

“You’ve been asking that for the past 3000 miles,” Warren sighs.

“Yeah, I know,” Murphy continues. “But this time I really mean it. Seriously, shouldn’t we be there by now?”

“It should be on the other side of these trees,” Addy adds.

When you step out of the forest onto a main road, you are taken aback by how fresh the sea air is.

“Damn it’s the Pacific Ocean,” Doc says, stepping forward to get a better look.

The scenery was beautiful. It was the first place you’d seen in a long time that was tainted with death. You turn your head in either direction to look for a lab or hospital type building, but all you see is a small restaurant. “This can’t be right.”

Addy looks down at her GPS, “According to this, it’s right.”

“This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Maybe it’s just another front for an ungrounded lab,” 10k suggests.

Murphy rambles on, “or maybe it’s just another greasy diner! Another cosmic joke at my expense!”

Warren ignores him and says that the building still needs to be checked out. “I don’t want us all to go walking into some kind of trap. So me and Vasquez will go in light and check it out. The rest of you guys stay here with Murphy and get him into this.”

Warren tosses you a bag with a change of clothes in it.

Murphy's eyes move from the bag in your arms to Warren, “oh hell no.”

“Oh hell yes. I don’t want anybody to recognise you. There are probably some bounty hunters lurking around that heard one of those broadcasts. We did not get you this far to lose you to neo-nazi-numbskulls.”

Murphy huffed, “Yes, dear. Anything you say, dear.”

“Thank you,” Warren says sarcastically before looking at the rest of the group. “If we’re not out in ten minutes…”

“We’ll come bursting in after you,” Addy says.

“No, you need to protect the package. Contact Citizen Z for instructions.”

Murphy starts to get changed while the rest of you watch in silence as Warren and Vasquez make their way inside the restaurant.

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