#jamie bower oneshot

[daddyyy88]

Just sex | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, Jamie’s a bit of an ass hole, ?

Just sex. It was only supposed to be sex. That’s all. You and Jamie both had no time to go out and find someone else so you two started sleeping with each other when you needed some relief. No one had feelings for the other, it was just sex.

But then, he met a girl.

Bouncing on his dick in reverse cowgirl, you couldn’t maneuver your hips properly to stimulate yourself well enough to make you orgasm so eventually you gave up and you were just trying to make him cum. All your moans were not real and were forced just so he wouldn’t know you weren’t feeling it.

You were so stressed lately, especially in regards to your relationship with Jamie. You could feel him pulling away and spending his time with a girl he recently met. It was making it hard to focus when you had sex, and you had faked at least 3 orgasms in the last month.

“Mmh…Jamie- oh god!” You said and clenched your pussy, trying to pretend like you were close. He squeezed your hips, grunting softly and muttering curses. You panted softly, squeezing his balls as you forced a whimper, moaning softly.

“Oh- oh fuck! Y/n- shit!” He said, squeezing his eyes shut. He started to roll his hips slightly, gripping your thighs tight. You groaned, rubbing your own clit as some final effort to have even a soft orgasm.

“Babe- babe! Shitshitshit- fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming- yea, yea just like that!” He said and you faked an orgasm at the same time, regretting the fact that you let him finish inside since he didn’t even deserve it.

Once you “calmed down” from the “mind-blowing orgasm” you slowly slipped him out of you, laying down next to him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead and scoffing slightly as you felt his cum slip out of you.

“We uh…we’re gonna have to stop doing this” he said and you looked over at him. You raised an eyebrow and said “this girl I’m talking to…I really like her. I think me and her might have a chance at something”

“Oh….right- right, of course, yea. It was just sex anyways, right? Who cares?” You said, looking away slightly. He chuckled and said “but for the time being…” You looked back over and he was hard again.

You rolled your eyes and he smirked. “Come on, get on your hands and knees for me. Last one, I promise” he said and you fought back slightly, claiming you’d be overstimulated but really it would just ache from him abusing your pussy and it wasn’t even worth it since you weren’t having orgasms.

You got in position and he slipped in, groaning in pure bliss. You faked some moans, tears filling your eyes as he thrusted into you. You knew it was inevitable, him ending things with you. But still, you didn’t think it would happen this soon.

Still, you let him have you just like he wanted and nearly kicked him in the face when you got close and then he changed the angle. You kept drawing it out as long as possible, telling him you were close for at least 5 minutes before you faked the orgasm. You didn’t want this to end, you really fucking didn’t.

Once he fell asleep you left, crying the entire way home. You didn’t want to have to shower, and wash his smell off of you. You still did, but you couldn’t stop crying. You loved him. You loved him so goddamn much you couldn’t handle it.

You took some days off of work and when you went back you tried to avoid Jamie as much as possible. You got to your trailer as fast as you could so no one would see you break down when he brought his new girl for everyone to meet.

You just weren’t ready to let him go, and now with this new girl he probably regrets having sex with you in the first place. Filming eventually ended and you finally had time to properly get over him and feel better about the whole situation.

You thought by the time the premiere came you wouldn’t feel as you did all those months ago, but oh how you were so very wrong. As soon as you saw him tears tried to fill your eyes but thanks to being an actor you knew how to stop it.

He didn’t have that girl with him which surprised you, you figured they would’ve announced it since they’ve been together 6 or 7 months now. He tried to come up to you but you managed to find a way to avoid him before he got to you and thank god you did.

You went out with some friends after that came to support, and it’s just your luck that Jamie went to the same bar. You tried to hide the whole night but he saw you at some point but you went to the bathroom to avoid him even more.

You knew hearing his voice would just make you cry and you did not want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You eventually snuck out to your car and took a few deep, shaky breaths.

It was just sex, so why were you so attached to him? Why couldn’t you bear to even look at him? You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you whimpered, you really didn’t want to cry.

You started your car and drove home, tears rolling down your cheeks the whole time. You changed and wiped off your makeup, simply wanting to forget about him.

But of course the asshole showed up at your doorstep. “Jamie…” you said, he smiled and you shook your head. You took a deep breath and said “what are you doing here?” “Just…wanted to see you” he said and you looked down.

“Yea, I’ve been busy. We didn’t even hang out much before we started having sex either” you said and he sighed. He looked you up and down, your thick thighs hugged by your shorts, boobs nearly spilling out of your tank top.

He smiled again and you said “you’re drunk, Jamie. Go home,” “I’m not drunk. I swear, look I can walk in a straight line and everything” he said, walking down the hallway a little and then back. You rolled your eyes and said “what do you want?”

“I miss you, y/n,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. He smirked and you pulled his hand away from you as you said “no, Jamie. I don’t have time for this. You have a girlfriend anyways”

“No…No I- I don’t” he said and took a deep breath, putting his hands in his pockets. You glared at him as you said “okay, well you can’t just come running back for sex when you're bored. I’m not gonna let you use me. Besides, you’re the one who ended things”

“Now I want to start them back up again,” he said, eyes softening. You couldn’t lie, even though you were mad at him and he made you want to cry just looking at his gorgeous face, you were still trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the ache. God, you’d never felt so horny since you stopped having sex with Jamie.

“How do I know you aren’t just her for a quick fuck and that I’ll still see you a few days or a week or two from now again” you said and he groaned, getting impatient. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, taking a deep breath. He moved one hand and brought you in closer by the waist.

He kissed you passionately and you gasped, placing your hands on his chest. He’d never kissed you before. Never. Simply because it was just sex. He didn't need to kiss you to have sex. Of course he’d kissed your body during sex but you’d never made out or anything like that.

“Jamie- Jamie, stop! What are you doing?” You asked and pulled away, backing up against the wall. He shook his head and said “I…I love you, y/n” you gasped slightly, eyes widnening a little.

You sighed and said “yea, and unicorns are real” “y/n, I’m serious! I didn’t- I- I thought that if I got involved with another woman that I could forget or make the feelings go away. It- it didn’t work and let me tell you she was not happy about it” he said and chuckled, but you stood there with a pout on your face, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached forward, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. He sighed and said “please, believe me when I tell you this. I am in love with you, y/n. I know I haven’t always acted like it and I know I haven’t been treating you well, but I promise I can and I will make it up to you”

“You really hurt me, Jamie” you said, looking him in his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes softened, tears running down his cheeks as well now. He bit his lip and said “I know, love. You didn’t deserve it. And I don’t deserve you, but please…please just give me another chance. I swear you won’t regret it”

You nodded and he smiled a little, still on the verge of sobbing as you still held a broken look on your face. You whimpered and pushed him against the wall, kissing him with force. He took a deep breath and cupped your waist and hip, kissing you back.

You slowly started to take off his belt and he pulled away, stopping you. “Hey, hey no. Now is not that time for that. Having sex right now isn’t a good idea, y/n” Jamie said and you groaned. You unbuckled his belt and he grabbed your hands, pulling them off.

“Babe, no. We’re both mentally in shambles at the moment, sex isn’t gonna make it better” he said and you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. You sighed shakily and said “I thought that’s what you wanted….to start sleeping together again”

“What? Y/n, you’re worth way more than the just sex. You do know that, right? I don’t just want sex I want to love you” he said and you took a deep breath. He kissed your head and said “don’t ever think so little of yourself. You don’t deserve to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like a wife, like a princess, baby. You deserve to be taken care of and loved”

“Yea?” You said and he nodded, looking into your eyes. He kissed you softly and you smiled, feeling his strong hands squeeze your sides to keep you from leaving. You pulled away, both of you wearing the goofiest grins on your faces.

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The human did interrupt.

Caius Volturi x human!reader

Summary: The reader is sitting with Caius when Valentina interrupts.

Author's note: This is so short but it just came to me when I remembered that scene lmao.

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A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.

Aro stood, greeting whomever had dared to enter without announcement.

"Ah, Valentina has brought us something!"

Caius grimaced. His hand came up to rest on the leg of the pretty little human mate of his that currently resided in his lap. "She should not have interrupted."

Aro turned with a gracious look, "She's new."

Marcus' head turned, "Aren't they all?"

Caius smiled wickedly, pulling the girl in his arms closer.

Valentina simply stood at the base of the stairs, nervous and unsure of what to do.

Aro looked rather annoyed at this, motioning for her to step forward to meet him.

As she does, she presents a silver platter with an envelope on it.

Aro opens it, gazing at the handwriting within. "Ah!  L'amore ci mantiene giovani (Love keeps us young). Edward and Bella are to be married."

The girl in Caius' lap turns slightly to see his reaction. He watched his eyebrows furrow carefully in thought, anger beginning to take over his features.

Marcus simply turned his head, his expression anything but an emotion, "What. Joy."

Caius finally spoke up, "This is the Cullen's way of announcing her transformation. They mock us with their delays…"

Aro looked over his shoulder, his attention now away from Valentina, "Patience, brother." Aro then set the envelope back on the platter. "Though, you do have a point," he gently caressed Valentina's face as his voice lost its kindness, "the human did interrupt."

Caius pulled his pretty mate to her feet, pulling her with him as the three Volturi kings began to exit. 

Felix and Demetri appeared on either side of the secretary as Aro walked on, "I do love weddings."

Caius' mate turned to look over her shoulder to see what would become of the girl, but Caius gently caught her jaw, keeping her from looking back. "…C…Caius?" She asked hesitantly.

"Shh. Come, Bella Amora," he leaned to whisper in her ear, "Let the human learn her mistake."

Caius pulled his mate from the throne room, the sound of Valentina's screams being heard throughout the entire castle.

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[strawberrysalve]

ˏˋ headcanons ˎˊ ୨୧ anthony  hope  ♡  reader (  nsfw  )

✧ pet names. anthony is OBSESSED with being called pet names. ‘pretty boy’, ‘good boy’, ‘sweet boy’, ‘baby boy’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, ‘angel’... all of the above!

✧ of course, he also has plenty of sweet nicknames for you, too, such as ‘princess’ and ‘my love’ and ‘darling’ – among many others. he shows his adoration for you through words because he feels that touch isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he feels for you.

✧ he has the biggest kink of all time for recieving praise. he needs to hear you tell him what a good boy he is and how good he’s making you feel. he just wants so badly to please you :(( <3

✧ he gets inexplicably embarrassed by his own come and tries to clean up his mess as quickly as possible.

✧ yours, however? that’s a completely different story. he loves tasting you. he’ll lick it off of his fingers or clean you off with his tongue in a heartbeat if you give him permission to do so.

✧ he moans “i love you” while you’re fucking him. ( and, of course, you always say it right back to him, because how could you not? )

✧ anthony likes it when you give him love bites and hickies – especially since he can hide them easily under his scarf. the thought of belonging to you is a major turn on for him.

✧ anthony is surprisingly loud in the act. he whimpers and whines a lot. he’d be shy and self-conscious about this at first, but once you reassure him that you like hearing his pretty noises and encourage him to keep making them for you, he would do so gladly.

✧ his eyes roll back when he’s close to finishing.

✧ his favorite position is cowgirl. he loves it when you’re on top of him, controlling the pace and riding him into the mattress.

✧ he’s very well-mannered in bed. he says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. he always asks for permission and he does exactly as he’s told. he’s a good boy!! <3

✧ he usually prefers for you to be very gentle with him, but he also likes it when you’re a little playfully mean from time to time. teasing him, making him beg just to be touched or kissed, edging him and denying his orgasm over and over... yeah. he likes that. of course, he always trusts you to hold him in your arms afterwards and tell him how much you love him. usually he’ll fall asleep like that as you’re stroking his hair and whispering sweet things to him.

✧ prior to the two of you living together, he’ll let you fuck him in absolutely any place you can find that’s private. he spends his life moving between the bountiful and various docks/ports, so it’s incredibly rare to have a moment just between the two of you. a risky quickie is occasionally necessary, given the circumstances.

✧ in addition to that, need i remind you that anthony is LOUD. you may have to let him bury his face in your neck or maybe even put your hand over his mouth in order to keep him quiet and not get caught.

✧ he has a kink for being overpowered. it’s particularly evident in the way he reacts whenever you pin his wrists to the mattress or push him up against a wall.

✧ one of his absolute favorite things in the world is when you’re spooning him and you reach around to jerk him off from behind. the combination of being held in your arms and the pleasure of you touching him is everything he could ask for.

✧ if you tug on his hair or bite his lip while you’re kissing him, he’ll moan into your mouth.

✧ when it comes to oral, he’s more of a giver than a receiver; he simply adores pleasing you with his mouth. making you moan, feeling your hands tangled in his hair, hearing you praise him and tell him how good he’s making you feel, getting to taste you once you’ve come on his tongue... it’s heaven for him. he especially loves when you ride his face.

✧ contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’s entirely clueless about sex prior to meeting you. he’s a sailor, so even in spite of how puritanical people tended to be in the victorian era, he’s certainly heard more than his fair share of crude stories from the men in his crew, as well as the ones he’s met during his travels. that being said, he’s still definitely a virgin before the two of you cross paths, and he doesn’t have any real sexual experience yet.

✧ he definitely likes being fucked with a strap-on. do with that what you will.

✧ he’s turned on by being ( very lightly ) choked. just feeling your hand brush against his neck or your fingers wrap around his throat while you’re kissing him drives him MAD.

✧ he giggles whenever you accidentally brush against or kiss a ticklish spot during sex.

✧ he likes for you to grab his hips and pin them down while you suck him off. a recurring theme here is that he REALLY likes getting pinned down.

✧ he gets so insanely turned on by dirty talk. all it takes is for you to tease him about how eager he is or talk about all the filthy things you’re going to do to him, and he’s already a blushing, moaning mess.

✧ no matter how rough or intense things may get, the romantic aspect of sex is very important to anthony. in his eyes, sex is a way for you to feel and convey your love for one another, and so other aspects of affection have to be present during lovemaking. kisses, hand holding, cuddling, declarations of love, just to name a few.

[oskea93]

← Take Me Away (Intro) →

OC x Jamie Campbell Bower (AU 1970s)  Warnings: TW—> This story will contain the following: (domestic violence, physical/verbal assault, cursing, sexual content, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, self harm). Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. This is a work of fiction only. I do not own Jamie or any other famous people mentioned. 

A/N: Hello again! So I decided to restart this story again because i'm currently in my JCB era and there just needs to be more stories out there featuring this man! With that being said, Jamie will not be the Jamie we know and love today. His name and image is being used, but there will be moments where he is not a very nice guy. Kind of like Caleb from Horizon. But there will also be moments where he is the lovable guy he typically is. I just want to thank those that either stuck with this fic or just recently found it!

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“So, tell me about Jamie.”

“What do you wanna know?”

The interviewer looked down at her notes, “What was life with him like – in private.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, somewhat afraid to answer. “Chaotic- “I started. “Wonderful in many ways but a total shitstorm all at the same time. He knew what to say and when to say it, but his words and actions weren’t always pleasing.”

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the whirlwind that was our life together. “Jamie was incredibly charismatic. He could light up any room he walked into, and people were naturally drawn to him. His charm was almost intoxicating; it made you feel special just being around him. But that charm had a flip side. In private, it wasn’t always so magical. There were days when his mood would swing dramatically, and you never knew what to expect.”

“How so?” The interviewer questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, slouching a bit in my seat as I reflected on the complicated nature of the person in question. "He was his own villain," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and disappointment. "He tried so hard to make a name for himself in the industry. After years of working closely with all these high-profile artists, indulging in the debauchery they played with, he lost sight of who he truly was."

I paused, choosing my words carefully as I continued, "Your sins catch up to you eventually, and the way you treat people changes. It's like a slow erosion of your values and morals until one day, you look in the mirror and realize you're not the person you thought you were."

My companion listened intently, absorbing my words before posing a poignant question, "Was he the love of your life?" The inquiry hung in the air, laden with layers of emotion and history, hinting at a deeper connection that transcended professional ties and delved into matters of the heart.

As I delved into the depths of my memories, recounting the chapters of my life that intertwined with the complexities of rising to fame at the tender age of 17, I knew that the tale of Jamie and me would be a pivotal thread in the fabric of my story. It was a narrative rooted in scandal and secrecy, a forbidden love that blossomed amidst the chaotic backdrop of rock 'n' roll excess and the stark contrast of a preacher's daughter entwined with a man hired to shield her from the very temptations she found herself succumbing to.

We wove a web of deception, attempting to shield our burgeoning relationship from prying eyes and wagging tongues, but the silent exchanges, the subtle gestures, and the lingering gazes between us belied the truth we sought to conceal. Jamie was a force of nature, a whirlwind of contradictions that both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. His charm was a siren song that beckoned me into uncharted waters, his humor a balm to soothe the turbulence within my soul, his love a flame that flickered dangerously close to consuming us both.

In Jamie, I found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime who mirrored my own reckless abandon and insatiable thirst for life. He was the grenade to my pin, the catalyst that ignited a chain reaction of emotions and experiences that would forever alter the course of my existence. He was the bomb to my clock, ticking away the moments until our inevitable collision, our destinies irrevocably intertwined in a dance of passion and peril.

I had always been taught that God sends people into our lives for a reason, be it for our growth or our downfall. Jamie was no exception—a temporary fix that morphed into a permanent fixture, a fixture that brought both the brightest joys and the darkest sorrows of my young life. His presence was a paradox, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a conundrum that I struggled to unravel even as I found myself ensnared in the web of our shared destiny.

I shifted in the plastic seat, my denim-clad legs crossing tightly. “Well—” I spoke, my voice wavering slightly. “That’s quite a title to give someone who could love you one minute and then treat you worse than a dog the next.” I smiled sadly, the memories flooding back with a mix of warmth and pain.

As I penned the words that would immortalize our tumultuous love affair on the pages of my memoir, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tapestry of fate that had woven our paths together. The story of Jamie and me was a testament to the volatile alchemy of passion and pain, of love and loss, of growth and destruction—a story that would echo through the annals of time as a cautionary tale of the perils and pleasures of forbidden love. And as I laid bare the raw truths of our tumultuous romance, I knew that Jamie would forever hold a piece of my heart, a shard of my soul, a chapter in my life that would never truly be closed.

[jennay]

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Catharsis - Jamie Campbell Bower Smut

Pairing: rockstar gn!reader x jamie (enemies to lovers kinda sorta ???)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

(just now realizing i never explained: D/N stands for “Drummer’s name” and B/N stands for “Bassist’s name” sorry just in case you were confused LMAO)

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A/N: I have returned from hiatus with something new!!! To start off the new year, I present to you this wonderful masterpiece that was really intended for my two beautiful friends (they're big Jamie enthusiasts!)

Some say it’s better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That was utter bullshit to you. And maybe you were too callow to seemingly miss the meaning, but if your enemies were burning alive right in front of you, you wouldn’t even piss on the fire to put them out. Especially if it were Jamie Bower.

You’ve known him since you joined your band, replacing the former lead guitarist. There was limited interaction between you two from the start. 5 years since then and there has still never been a praising comment from him. It was always constant nitpicking at your solos or the way you played your parts entirely. He didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. You’ve come to realize that.

“You two need to get it together,” said your bandmate, D/N. The morning had started off just fine at rehearsal until Jamie was yelling about you continuously missing a note. “We have two more days until we play this fucking show and you’re acting like babies.”

Jamie glared your way as if the message was really intended for you. As if YOU were the problem. You glared right back at him, mentally boring holes into his skull with your bandmates in the crossfire of tension.

He took the strap of his guitar off his shoulders, threw the instrument down, and muttered something as he stomped off stage.

“Dick,” you called. The sound engineers came running with their clipboards and exasperated looks on their faces. 

“Can someone go after him? We’ve barely made it through set,” One of them argued — a burly bald guy with a prominent Yorkshire accent. D/N hurried off the stage in pursuit of Jamie. You turned the volume off on your guitar, set it by the wall of amps, and sat down on a stool. Truly at a loss, you didn’t know which direction to take. You didn’t want to stay somewhere you weren’t welcome. Five years was long enough — but you couldn’t just give up that easily. You didn’t want to be seen as weak, you didn’t want to sulk around anymore and hope to gain the approval of someone so cruel. So you got up and turned your guitar back up. 

When D/N came back with no Jamie in sight, relieving air filled your lungs. Your body relaxed. 

“Come on, we’ve got a show to play, yeah?” You put your guitar strap back over your shoulder. 

“But Jamie—,” B/N started.

“He ran off somewhere,” said D/N. “Got in his car and drove off.”

“We can practice without him,” you said, turning to the sound engineers. “Go on. We’re ready.”

The last few days of rehearsal surprisingly went by with no problems. There was a “Hurry up and get it done” frame of mind settling into everyone, so there was no time for Jamie to start throwing a tantrum. Neither of you two looked at each other for those last few days. You focused your energy more on your excitement for the big day as you stared out into the stadium, imagining all of the bright faces drunk on echoing notes ringing their ears. Everything was good until the show on Thursday.

For more content catered to the fans, you thought it would be a good idea to strap a tiny camera to your forehead, showing a different point of view of your playing. The headband that held the camera was unbearable. So much so that you could feel the elastic digging into your skin, itching below your hairline. Refraining from clawing at your skin, you kept your focus on your fingers dancing on the fretboard and the stinging in your muscles.

During the last song of the night, the last hurrah for the closing show, your eyes closed briefly and your body was thrown into the shockwave of the moment. When they opened, smoke carried off your vision and everything felt lighter. Before you knew it, you were flying above clouds of hands carrying you away. The exhilaration pumping cold through your veins, you lost awareness until you were brought back to the forefront. Every piece of you…except for the camera.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Jamie’s yells could’ve been heard all throughout backstage as he stormed after you, face red with anger. The show was done and everyone was starting to pour out.  

You whipped around at him. “It was an accident!” The elastic strap was still itching the skin of your forehead. 

“Hey, chill out,” said B/N, stepping in the middle with outstretched arms to hold you two apart. Jamie smacked their hand away.

“The camera. They lost the camera!” he was still glaring at you, harder than ever before. 

“It was an accident! We can get it back.”

At this point, Jamie had stepped away from the boundary B/N placed and was getting closer to you. Hell’s blaze burned bright in his eyes. “It wouldn’t have gotten lost anyway if you weren’t being such a dumbass.” 

“Get out of my face,” your voice dropped low and your eyes hardened. He took some steps back, jaw still clenched, and urged out his last word as always.

“You are the most useless thing that’s ever happened to this band.” 

You watched him edge back out to the stage where fans cheered on his return. Your bandmates surrounded you with somber expressions, yet avoided the crossfire. 

Apparently, the camera was found, but no one had told you that. When you arrived back to your flat the next morning, you had closed yourself up in your bedroom and slept the pooling anxiety away. Jamie’s words hit right at your pride. Useless rung in your ears to the beat of his tone. And you were really starting to believe that, but there was no way you were letting this continue on any further. Screw Jamie. Screw the band. You were out.

The biting wind of mid-November had come in for another time. Streets were covered in cold rain — normality for England. It had been raining nonstop for a few weeks. Cleary skies seemed rare. Your days lazing around the house were all the more dreary. With your band on a short break, you were left to dwell in your bed. Your final thoughts forced you to make a stomach-churning move — a compulsive decision that could possibly break the bridges. 

You were going to talk to Jamie. 

The night before, you were pacing the room with your phone in your hand. Every thought that bubbled up into a word didn’t make sense. Every sentence frayed into a mere memory. It would’ve been difficult to get up with him, considering that you two weren’t really on speaking terms. He did reply to your message hours later. With a thumbs up emoji. You started to get irritated but a thumbs up was better than no response at all. 

You planned to meet up at a cafe near your flat that morning. It was still rainy, so you made sure to grab an umbrella. You rehearsed everything that you were going to say over in your head, silently mouthing it to yourself as you reached the place. Jamie hadn’t arrived yet. There was no sign of his light blonde hair given. You ordered a small coffee to hold your patience in the meantime. 

Heat transferred from the paper cup, warming your frostbitten hands. If it weren’t for all the eyes around you, you would’ve used it to warm your face as well. Possibly fans trying to scope out. Their eyes left you as soon as the cafe’s door jingled and Jamie walked in. 

His hair was tied up and he was wearing all black. Standard Jamie attire. Further more, this made him recognizable amongst the teen fans gawking at you two. You could see his hardened demeanor although he tried to be stoic. When he sat down in front of you, your throat had dried up and everything you wanted to say flew south. You went bitch. 

“Hi, Jamie,” was all that could come out. It didn’t even sound like you. All shaky and weak. Sometimes confrontation wasn’t your strongest suit. It didn’t help that you couldn’t see his eyes. Was he looking at you or behind you? 

“About the camera,” you tried your best not to stutter. “I’m sorry for being ignorant about it.

A short exhale meant to be sarcastic laughter escaped from Jamie. His face stayed blank. 

“You’re not going to say anything?” you poked on. 

“What do you want me to say?” his voice was foreign. Softer than what you were used to but still housed a cold undertone. 

“The way that you’ve been treating me lately. I’d like an explanation for it.” 

He looked out of the window with his arms crossed on the table, not saying a word.      

“What’s your problem with me, mate? I work my ass off and you act like I do nothing. If the camera thing was the last straw then once again, I apologize. I seriously didn’t mean to do it.” 

He looked from the window to the table, watching it in a few seconds of silence. The whole time you watched and waited.  

“I don’t have a problem with you,” he said. Thinking you had imagined it, you eyed him in confusion. 

“You wouldn’t just shit on me for nothing, then.”

He only gave you a shrug. You probed further. 

“What is it? What do I need to change for you to like me?” you hissed. “What’s your problem with me?—” 

“Excuse me. We’re big fans of your music,” Two girls who looked like they were no older than 15 came up to your table. “Could we please have a picture?” 

“I’m so sorry, we’re in the middle of a private meeting,” you apologized. The girls frowned and issued profuse apologies for interrupting you two before Jamie butted in. 

“We can give you our autographs if you have something for us to sign, though!” 

Once again you had to do a double take as Jamie was now smiling. He sounded so sweet. Of course, that was the mask always on display for anyone outside of the band. He held a genuine smile when talking to the girls, taking in every word they said to him. When the girls left, however, he returned to his normal self. You wondered how he made it seem so genuine. Maybe he wasn’t just faking it with them. 

“So?” you said. He turned back to you. 

“So?” he said. That nonchalant tone of voice irked the hell out of you. He didn’t care. Was he even listening to you? 

“I want an explanation. An apology. Something!”

Jamie shrugged again. It took all your might not to smack the shit out of him right then and there. 

“Fine,” Gritting your teeth in uproaring anger, you began to sit up with your still full coffee in hand. “I’m out of the band.” 

You pushed the door to the cafe open, holding back the hard lump in your throat and trying to take a deep breath before it all went out. You had let it all go. Everything you worked hard for. You regretted it, but it didn’t matter. You could get anywhere on your own. Fuck everything. 

Ever since that day at the cafe, there had been no contact between you or anyone from the band. Radio silence. It wasn’t until one Saturday evening that B/N called about a party. You had no plans to go out. Still, it wouldn’t have hurt to show your face. You were sure your bandmates hadn’t known about your self-dismissal. 

You got ready at 9:00, 15 minutes before you were to meet up with them. Silently, you hoped that a certain someone wouldn’t be there. Really, you didn’t want to face anyone right now. Something about it was too embarrassing. 

All of your friends were meeting up at a nightclub. Big and fancy, it was. One of the biggest in the city, perhaps. Only high-profiled people filled it up. Your band had played here before. 

It was one of the club's usual busy nights. Anything that you could think of went down here. It was a chance for everyone to go buck wild and let loose for one night before they got up in the morning with a bottle of aspirin and an unkempt tie. For these to be important people in the industry, you’d think they’d be more civilized. Then again, you thought of what industry you were apart of. Yeah. A band manager snorting coke off of a pornstar’s chest wasn’t surprising. 

Through sweaty bodies and seizure-inducing lights, you couldn’t see your bandmates at all. You dialed B/N’s number and hoped that they would be able to hear you over the thumping music. During which, some drunk asshole had bumped into you rather harshly, nearly knocking your phone out of your hand. You gave the guy a side-eye and held the phone up to your ear. 

“Hey,” B/N’s voice came through the speaker after the second dial tone. “You on your way?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” you yelled over the music. “Where are you?” 

“V.I.P. room. It’s at the back,” they said. “Fair warning, though—”

“What?!” you covered one ear with your index finger to try and hear better. 

“I’ll just tell you when you come over. I’ll be waiting outside of the curtain.”

Their voice was replaced by the beep of the call ending. You huffed out a sigh of annoyance, still pushing past a bunch of people. You finally saw the V.I.P. lounge and B/N where they said they would be. They waved you over.

“Hey,” you said. This area of the club was quieter since there weren’t any speakers nearby.

B/N looked to be on their toes. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was like they wanted to tell you something but it wouldn’t get past their lips. 

“What’s up?” you spoke again. 

“Jamie’s in there,” they said lowly. As soon as those words left their mouth, the purple curtain shielding the V.I.P. lounge drew back. Your eyes shifted to an emerging Jamie holding a giggling person's hand. He didn’t look up at you. Neither of them did. You rolled your eyes. 

“So?” B/N said. 

“So,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to let that ruin my night.” 

Again, you tried to seem nonchalant. In truth, WANTED a reaction. Just a simple glance would do. You wanted to be seen. Maybe just to shoot him an even meaner look than what he would’ve given you. And you knew that he had seen you. Why wasn’t he saying anything? No thoughts on the meeting from a few weeks ago at all? 

To further prove your point that you didn’t care (and why would you?), you wasted the night away by downing drinks. Not too many, but enough to get you a little buzzed so that you could take on the rest of what the night would bring. You sat in your invisible bubble at the bar, contemplating exactly why you would care. Why it was so important to get Jamie’s attention. You downed a shot of your drink. It fired up your insides in a quick flash, starting from the tip of your ears and down. There was no use in thinking about this. What more could you do? 

Floating into your absent land, the smell of spicy cologne filled your nose. You felt someone lean into you from the side and whisper in your ear.

“I need to talk to you,” the voice said. You turned to see it was Jamie. Shadows danced in his piercing eyes, the same way they did whenever he was trying to be intimidating.

“What do you want?” you said in a monotone.  

“Please. I’ll be quick.” 

The two of you disappeared to the upstairs lounge in the club. There was a bar up here too, occupied by people having more civilized and controlled conversations. You ambled over to the black couches nearby and took a seat, Jamie sitting beside you. You stayed in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. From beside you, the man was engaged in thought, trying to find something to say. He had his hands clasped as if he were saying a prayer and held it close to his mouth. 

I don’t have all day, you mused. His sigh filled your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he started off. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained on the floor. 

You waited for more, then said, “How do I know you mean it?” 

“No, I do. I really do mean it.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you said, looking at him. “Remember?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he replied. Not at all.” 

There was a flash of amusement on your face. That was the only emotion you could find.

With another sigh, he repeated like a broken record, “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Quite the opposite.”

You quirked a brow as if to tell him to go on. He wanted to. His lips were moving as if grasping for something in the air and pulling it to his cords. 

“I-I don’t know,” his voice went low.  

“You know what, you’re a dickhead,” you took another sip of the sharp tequila. “Good job. Good fucking job.” 

“On what?”

“You’re just…so hard to figure out. I don’t get you.”

“I didn’t mean what I said that night. When I said you were useless to the band and all that. That’s not true at all.” 

A satisfied grin was urging on your lips as you had gotten what you wanted. You hid it with the rim of your cup. Down went the last drop and you set the cup down. 

“I admire you, Y/N,” he went on. “A lot, actually.” 

“So what’s up with you being a dick to me then?”

“I guess…I’m jealous of you.”

The way his words edged out so hesitantly, you didn’t believe it. Because why in the world would Jamie Bower be jealous of you? But his demeanor, the softness in his body language — if he were playing a joke on you, he did a damn good job at acting. 

“Oh, bullshit,” you said dismissively. 

“You’re an amazing guitarist, and you're the most poetic person I've ever met,” he rattled on. “You're everything I want to be and I just...hate that I'm not, I guess. You’re the backbone of our band." 

Really looking at him this time, you could tell he meant it. There was sincerity hidden in that black heart of his. You never thought you’d see the day. There was no room in you to take this in. 

You stammered, “I—uh—got to get going.” 

Jamie shot up from the chair when you did and trailed after you. “Wait, Y/N. You’ve had too much to drink,” he said. “Let me take you home.”

“No, I’m fine.” you waved him off and walked back downstairs. The beating music in the main part of the club filled your ears once more, pounding a headache into your head. You wanted tonight to be a brain fog in the morning. One that you couldn’t remember for a long time. You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or if it was the praise you always wanted getting to you. Your face was hot and flushed from being flustered as you ran out of the doors. You could sense that he was still following you. His presence loomed over like a shadow. 

“Y/N,” you heard him call, proving your suspicion right.

“I’m calling a taxi,” you said, searching your coat pockets for your phone. 

“Listen to me. I meant what I said back there. I really, really admire you.” 

“That doesn’t just take away the constant hell you’ve been putting me through this whole time,” you argued. “What? Out of envy? Get fucked.” your fingers typed aggressively on the keypads. 

“Y/N,” you felt him grab your shoulder and spin around. Your legs turned to jelly from the sudden touch. You hated that. Jamie was so close you could feel nearly every fiber of him. Smoke from the cold night air escaped past his parted lips. “I’m so, so, sorry. Please, if I have to get down on my knees just to keep you in the band then I will. I’m sorry for being so shitty.” 

Too nervous to meet his eyes again, you looked to the concrete. Your heart was racing so much, fluttering butterflies trapped in your throat. 

“Let me take you home,” he said again. “Please?”

“What happened to your friend from earlier?” you said. The image of them holding hands flashed in your mind.

“Someone to fill up space, I guess,” he muttered. Both of his hands were placed on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. There was a sense of sudden gravitation towards this man. Something that was so unfamiliar you were questioning yourself. Could you still hate him even after this? 

“You really are something, Bower.” your whisper was carried by midnight’s wind. 

It was like the space between you was getting tighter. Your eyes traveled to his lips which were half covered by the lights of the nightclub. You didn’t get any closer but paid attention to the way his soft lips moved as he spoke.

“Will you let me take you home?” 

You nodded. “I’ll just tell B/N that I went with you then.”

For the first week of the new month, you distracted yourself with music. Your bandmates still knew nothing of you quitting, as far as you knew. Your mind was still consumed with Jamie Bower and that night at the club. How quiet and frail the air seemed during that car ride. How his goodnight made you burn up more than the tequila you were drinking. Everything you did to ignore it didn’t work. You guessed that it could’ve been some obsessive type of thing. What other explanation was there?

Currently, you were stationed at your desk, scribbling down lyrics and humming along to match them. Nothing would work along with these words. You kept scribbling and erasing, scribbling and erasing; until finally, you cracked and threw your pencil at the wall. 

You forced yourself out of the chair to go to the fridge. The only thing that could put an end to this madness right now was a bottle of good ‘ole Jack, which you happened to have. Call you careless for drinking so early in the morning, you didn’t give a shit. It was nice and ice cold. Mind-numbing enough to delete whatever it was you tried to explain to yourself. 

You slumped down on the couch, watching some talk show when a knock came at your door. You were too lazy to get up and hoped that it was for someone next door. 

The knock came again and you grumbled. “Come in!” you shouted.

“It’s locked,” a voice said from behind the door. It seemed you had no other choice. You got up from the couch, annoyed. And much to your dismay upon opening the door, Jamie was there. 

“Oh,” you said. 

“Can I come in?” he said. He was wearing a black top and a pair of skinny jeans. Sunglasses adorned the top of his head. You nearly dropped the bottle.

“Uh—yeah—sure.”

You stepped aside to let him in, cursing yourself inwardly for somehow manifesting this. How lucky it was to have him show up on the day of your self-concentration. 

“I came to check on you,” he then said, answering a question that was just forming in your brain. Was he reading your mind or something? “I hadn’t heard from you in awhile.” 

“I’m fine,” you plopped back down on the couch and felt it dip when Jamie sat beside you. 

“You told me that you’d call the day after and you never did.” 

“Forgot,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Jesus, Y/N, it’s only 9 in the morning.” 

“Don’t pretend like you care.” 

“I do. Or else I wouldn’t have come here.” his cold and calloused fingertips grazed the hand that held the bottle of your ease over and over. You had a faint realization that it would slip out of your grasp, but it didn’t. Something else had caught it while you were under Jamie’s hypnosis. He had the bottle in his hand. You watched him set it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“I still don’t know if I trust you,” you said, half-jokingly. 

A small smile formed on his lips when he turned to you. “I understand. I only hope to earn it as time goes on.”  

You sensed your lips tugging on to a smile as well and bit the inside of your cheek to hide it. 

“You know I do care,” he said, almost in a whisper. He was closer to you now. Like magnets, you were pulled to each other; pulling to the ecstasy that lay in this tension. Only then when your noses were touching, you realized what you were doing. But in his warmth, nothing else mattered. You thought all of the butterflies would be washed away under sweet oak whiskey only to find them return at his touch. Maybe this was a form of trust. 

“I’m sorry,” Jamie pulled away immediately. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No, don’t,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands to hold on to this last moment. You didn’t want it to end here. Not with how good everything felt in this moment. Your heart was skipping beats. You thought you would go into cardiac arrest. Your whole world was engulfed in Jamie. 

When he pulled away a second time, you both were panting for air. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes clouded with hazing lust. You thought they looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I have to be honest,” he said in between the sound of your soft pants. “I want you. If you’ll let me—” 

Your lips collided again as your hands roamed his body. You could smell the tobacco leaves protruding from him, getting drunk off of this scent alone. You moaned softly into the kiss. 

It felt like your entire being was pulsating, waiting for this magical moment. Jamie had to have felt the same too. He looked as if he could lose it at any moment. 

“Do you want to stay here or go to the bedroom?” you asked. “There’s more room.” 

“Whatever you want,”  he replied and started to trail pecks down your neck. You moaned, biting your bottom lip. 

“Let’s go then.”

Jamie followed behind you like a lost little puppy as you carried him upstairs by the arm. Once the two of you were inside your bedroom he spun you around and picked you up, placing you on the bed. You giggled as he climbed on top of you. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered into your neck. 

You reached over to your nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a blue box of latex condoms and a bottle of lube, throwing it over to him. He snorted a laugh, picking up both. 

“Why do you have these?” 

“Just in case, you know,” you shrugged and watched him examine them. “Hurry up. You’ve already got me riled up.” 

Jamie chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.” 

“Awe, someone’s jealous?” you slid your hands under his shirt, contacting the warm skin and bones underneath. You felt him shudder. Perhaps because your hands were freezing cold. 

“Very,” his hands traveled to your thighs. “Can’t have anyone else touching you.” 

“Already possessive, are we?” you helped him lift his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Both of your clothes had been discarded, stored away in the confines of your worlds with the least worries. 

Once you two were prepped, you took advantage by wrestling him to the sheets and climbing on his lap. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state shook you all around. His nails grazed your thighs, leaving faint and temporary red marks. Soft gasps came from your lips as you sunk down on his cock. The feeling of it twitching inside drove you even madder, your heat quivering around it. You began moving your hips with Jamie's eyes holding you. His hands gripped your hips. You moved faster and faster, moaning at the immense pleasure in your core.   

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groaned, admiring the view of your sweaty body. Every thump inside sent you into overdrive. It was like a fire had started in your body, carrying off from your chest down to your toes. Your hands grasped at his pecs. You leaned down, breathless, bouncing on his thick cock as if your life depended on it. His punched-out moans vibrated your eardrums.   

“That feel good?” you gloated with a smile. 

“Fuck yeah,” was all he could muster. You began marking his neck with hickeys, sucking and biting while you drove his soul out, letting out a pleased hum when you found your spot. “You gonna come?” he says, deep voice penetrating your ears. You moaned again, digging your nails into his pecs. Your body shuddered as your orgasm hit. Jamie held you tighter. You never thought you’d be this close before. 

You didn’t stop moving your hips, wading through the aftershocks and overstimulation with tightened eyes. Not long after, Jamie had come too, letting out a relieved sigh as he spilled into the condom. You thought it to be twisted how you wanted to feel every bit of it. Greedy, almost. How you wanted to just get rid of this god-forsaken barrier and feel ALL of him. It wasn’t nearly as good as having it drip out of you. 

A small gasp left your throat at the loss of heat when he slipped out. But he was still hanging on to you as he sat up, edging his tongue in your mouth one last time. 

You broke away from him, saying, “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Me neither,” he replied. “That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, though.” 

You scooted away from him and watched as he removed the condom, throwing it in the bin and grabbing his clothes. A frown was about to slip on your face, realizing it was all over.  

Jamie must’ve noticed when he glanced at you. It took him no time to slip his clothes back on. 

“Why the long face?” he said, sitting down beside you on the messy sheets. 

“Nothing,” you gave him a thin smile. “Just…where exactly do we go from here?” 

“Well, I don’t want to stop talking to you or anything.”

“I don’t either. It just feels weird.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed. “Weird?” The look made you a bit nervous. 

“Not like a bad weird,” you explained quickly, laughing. “I mean, we’ve never been on the best of terms, Jamie. We just fucked.” 

“True,” he smiled. “I do hope that this…situation doesn’t affect us. I want us to be on good terms. Not just as bandmates, you know?” 

“Of course.” 

He pecked you on the cheek and stood up. “Gotta get going,” he said. “We’re heading to the studio today. Do you want to come?”

“Don’t know if I can,” you chuckled. 

“I never told them you left. Don’t worry. Your spot’s always open.”  

The two of you said your final goodbyes that day. It was like nothing had ever happened. You were left with nothing but a ghost of your time. Crawling up into your bubble again, you wondered just how much more confusing Jamie Bower could get from here. It wasn’t very fun when you were still figuring him out.

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Who would read a short story about a florist commoner and a prince who's based on Jamie Campbell Bower? It'd probably be a one shot. Not self insert, or smut. Just something my mind came up with.

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Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

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(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺

(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹

(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺

(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹

(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹

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Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺 Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺

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Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

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Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

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🎃 Colby Brock - Love Even In Death 🌺 Colby Brock - A Thing Of Possession 🌹

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(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

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Thanks for the tag @tabbytabbytabby

Ummm. Hmm. Don't really have a lot of different fics in there.

Jomie Mer AU (Jamie Campbell Bower/Joseph Quinn, merAU, British Actor RPF)

The Multiverse Duct-Taped Us Together (Now Gimme A Kiss) [This is a Someone Has A Type renamed as that name was made w it bring a oneshot in mind] (Henry Creel/Eddie Munson, Slice-Of-Life Redemption Arc thing, Stranger Things)

Drabble for Seduction By Slumber by Raendown (Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara, Continuation of Raendown's oneshot, on hiatus, Naruto)

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@harringroveera @bebx @alb1no1d since I can only tag three.

WIP TAG GAME 

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @kinard-buckley!

Soooo I have a lot of docs/WIPs. If I put all of them this would be in the hundreds. So I went with ones that actually have words in them/that I have hope of actually finishing someday to make my life a little easier. I also have to give everything an actual title when I make the doc, even the name might change once it's done 😅

1. Quest for Camelot (Multi-chapter) (Sterek, Thiam, Merthur, Corydia) (Teen Wolf + Merlin crossover)

2. We Belong (Therek) (Multi-chapter)

3. When You're Up In Space (Sterek)

4. Words, Hands, and Hearts (Sterek)

5. Therapy (Thiam)

6. And you better stay clever if you wanna survive (Thiam) (Dark!Liam)

7. Hot Potato (Thiam)

8. Twisted Little Nightmare (Thiam)

9. Find Your Happiness (Thiam) (Teen Wolf + 9-1-1 crossover)

10. You are the best of me (Thiam) (Change Sequel)

11. Your Son Is Gone (Thiam) (Dark!Liam)

12. Say You Won't Forget (Denna, Thiam)

13. Quick As A Knife (Denna + Thiam)

14. Our Happiest Season (Finski, Zanny)

15. Photographs in sepia tones (David/Chris) (MCD)

16. On The Otherside (Berica)

17. When We Were Young (Finski)

18. Believe In Magic (Buddie, Merthur)

19. Now It's Too Late (Buddie, Thiam, TW/9-1-1) (MCD)

20. My Soul Will Find Yours (Buddie)

21. Someone Wake Me Up (Bucktommy) (MCD)

22. Do whatever just to stay alive (Bucktommy)

23. Brand New Day (Bucktommy)

24. Part of the Family (Bucktommy, Tommy & Chimney)

25. Rescue Me (Bucktommy)

26. As we drifted towards the storm (Tarlos) (Prince TK & Knight Carlos)

26. Look A Little Closer (Jevan)

28. You Can Have It (Jevan)

29. The Gift (Jevan)

30. Gotta Hurt Sometimes To Learn To Heal (Halebright) (Teen Wolf + Prodigal Son crossover)

31. I Shut My Eyes At Seventeen (Halebright) (Teen Wolf + Prodigal Son crossover)

32. Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Harkley) (9-1-1 + Stranger Things crossover)

33. Dark Lute (Geraskier)

34. A Helping Hand (Doubleparker)

35. A Whole New World With You (Teen Wolf + Spider-Man crossover)

36. I wanna wake up where you are (Spideymera) (Teen Wolf + Spider-Man crossover)

37. For What It's Worth, I'm Harmless (David/Chris) (Spideymera) (Teen Wolf + Spider-Man crossover)

38. Driving Lessons (Steve & Robin, Steddie)

39. Head Over Heels (Steddie)

40. A Little Understanding (Steddie) (Wayne's POV)

41. The Prank (Steddie) (Nurse Steve)

42. If The Fates Allow (Steddie)

43. Till there is nothing left (Harrinski) (Teen Wolf + Stranger Things)

44. One more spoon of cough syrup now (Creelson)

45. Wait For The Sun (Eddie x Merlin) (Stranger Things + Merlin)

46. Run Away (Jally)

Tagging @lovelylittlegrim @shipperqueen6 @regent-of-rarepairs @queereldritch @inell @hazelestelle @theproblemwithstardust @skylessnights @lightfiretomypaperwings (and anyone else that wants to do this. Consider yourself tagged)

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Sephora (Jamie Campbell Bower One-Shot)

Summary: Y/N loves spending time with her boyfriend Jamie even if it means dragging the man to the mall to buy makeup.

Warnings: Major fluff

She didn't understand the appeal of lipgloss. Sure, the scents could be absolutely delicious smelling and the shades could be rather pretty when applied. But she hated the feel of the slime that coated her lips especially since she is one of those girls who often licks her lips; FYI lipgloss doesn't taste good. But, it's not supposed to be eaten right? Plus there is the fact hair gets stuck to it so often during windy days and who wants to be picking hair strands out of your mouth every two seconds while outside while wearing lip gloss? Certainly not her. Don't even get her started on lipstick either. Pretty colors and bold expression sure but it either overdried your lips if it was a matte and made your lips look like the ground during a drought with it being all crusty and shit but if it wasn't matte well the color just wiped off on everything you put near your mouth. Eating something, throw that idea out the window. Want to drink something? Smudge the lipstick and stain the rim of your cup. Want to kiss your boo-thang yeah you're going to make a fool of both of you. So that's why she stuck with chapstick. Smelled good, tastes good if accidentally licked, and it wasn't always obvious whenever it rubbed off of anything like lipgloss or lipstick would normally do. So yeah, you can imagine that Y/N had a shit ton of chapstick of all brands and flavors just lying around in her house, in her car, and her purse.

So as she strolled through the make-up store idly browsing some nice new shades of lip tints in Sephora she couldn't help but pick one up and examine it. It was pretty in a shade of plum. Darker purple colors or natural is one of her favorites to check out when shopping for rare occasions lip products. But after a moment of thoughtfulness, she set it back in its little slot unaware of the man who came up behind her until a tanned arm reached over her shoulder to pluck the very same lip tint from its place and she playfully swatted at the hand with a playful click of her tongue.

"What are you doing? Put it back," she demanded softly not wanting to get more attention on them than they already had.

Being the girlfriend of rockstar and actor Jamie Campbell Bower certainly didn't make up for many private outings ever since he got that roll as Vecna in Stranger Things. They'd already been stopped multiple times during their time at the mall by some fans. Of course, he was always so sweet and gracious with them; allowing hugs, short chats, and pictures but at the end of it all he never forgot his beautiful girlfriend standing off to the side nor did he take long with his fans before returning to his lover to continue the shopping.

"Do you like it?" his accented voice spoke up thoughtfully as he looked at the small tube before those gorgeous blue eyes drifted over to the girl beside him.

"It's pretty. But you know I don't wear such things. The color just caught my eye is all." Y/N shrugged with a soft smile before she began to turn to examine some other makeup products.

The clinking of the glass tube in the small hand basket he carried for the Sephora store made her spin around in surprise. "Jamie! No! Absolutely not, you put that back right now mister!" she demanded reaching over him to grab the lip color from the plastic basket but it was pulled from her reach as he laughed.

"You like it, you would look beautiful with that color on so I'm getting it for you. No questions asked," he replied with a teasing cock of his eyebrow as if daring her to argue further.

"Jamie~" she whined softly and he couldn't help but smile at her pout. "Really. You know I don't wear that stuff. You're wasting money! You know I hate you wasting money on me!"

his brows came together and he leaned down slightly so their faces were close to each other. Those intense eyes staring into hers made her knees weak especially as he said in a soft crooning voice he knew would make her swoon

"It's my money love. If I want to spoil my baby then I'm going to spoil my baby." he gave her a sweet little kiss on the tip of her nose. "Now let it go baby girl," he told her before he straightened and wrapped his arm around her waist to carry on walking through the store.

Y/N wasn't anything great. Not a famous actress or a singer like her gorgeous boyfriend. Just a simple girl who posts shit on Tiktok. They'd met through the app actually after he'd seen her video; one she'd quite forgotten about and he'd messaged her through the TikTok app; from there it was history. They'd been together about a year now and she still never got used to his loving, goofy, and selflessly selfish attitude when it came to how he treated her. It was a dream any Jamie Campbell Bower fangirl could ever want in all honesty.

"You're impossible you know that?" Y/N looked up at him. She studied his beautiful sharp features, the way his blonde hair seemed brighter in the white lights of the makeup section of Sephora, and the way his blue eyes sparkled as they looked down at her with affection. God this man was perfection, and the smug man knew it too.

"I'm not impossible." his lips formed into a pout briefly before they curved into a smirk. "I just know how to get my way."

She laughed shaking her head before interlocking their fingers together as they walked. "You know, we should look at eyeliner."

"Oh? Did you run out already?" he asked absently as he followed her as she steered her way into a different aisle.

"No. I was just wondering what you'd look like with eyeliner on." Y/N teased but seriously was dead set on buying a stick for Jamie. Because every rockstar like Jamie Campbell Bower should wear eyeliner to make those gorgeous eyes more prominent

"I swear darling if I start wearing eyeliner I think the internet will finally explode, and if that's the case I might have to be bailing you out of jail, love." he joked back but he didn't stop her as she browsed the many brands on the shelves in front of them.

The thing was he'd do almost anything for the girl. As long as she kept that beautiful smile on her face; no matter how often she would complain that he spent too much money on her, what could he say? He enjoyed spoiling her and when you're someone who makes millions of dollars what's a few hundred spent on the woman he loves? Their attention was pulled away from the make-up to a shy-looking girl who had been in the same aisle as them and the glances she gave Jamie was one the couple had seen many times before and not just today.

"Hello love. Did you want a picture?" Jamie turned to her with a warm smile that only grew when the girl nodded "Alright then, c'mere!"

After a few pictures were taken with the musician, the girl was turning away before grabbing Y/N's arm lightly and leaning closer to whisper with red cheeks of embarrassment as she said. "I think he'd look so good in eyeliner."

Y/N's brow raised before she was giggling along with the girl before the fan walked away. A strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind and Jamie's chin rested on her shoulder gaining her attention back to her pouting boyfriend.

"What was that about?"

Y/N leaned across to grab a black eyeliner before tossing it into the basket in her boyfriend's hand as she grinned up at him. "That's 2 votes against 1 for the eyeliner. You lose." she squealed as his long fingers dug into her sides lightly as he tickled her.

"That's alright. I can rock anything." he grinned down at her before grasping her hand. "Now come on beautiful. We still have to go visit Bath and Body Works. I used the last of your body wash" he stated as he dragged her away to pay for the products ignoring the little giggle of amusement coming from beside him from his girlfriend who was imagining him smelling like peaches and cream.

[daddyyy88]

Beach Day | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.7k

warnings: ?

summary: Watching the sunrise and playing in the ocean with Jamie

“Come on, babe, wake up! I have a surprise for you!” Jamie whined and you chuckled. You rolled over so you were on your back, hair a mess and the sheets all tangled up all over your body. You chuckled and he brushed your hair out of your face as he said “hi princess,”

He kissed your forehead and then said “come on, get up!” You groaned and got up, making your way to the bathroom. He bounced on his heels giddily as he watched you wash your face and fix your hair.

“What the hell did you do? You are so damn excited, it’s a little scary” you said and he laughed a little. He shook his head and said “it’s nothing really. I’m just excited about it so we should hurry” “it’s 5 in the morning, what could be so exciting?” you said and he shrugged with a playful look on his face.

You shook your head and kissed his cheek, heading to the kitchen to eat breakfast. You just decided to blend up a milkshake, since obviously Jamie was eager to leave and you needed to be quick.

“I have your outfit ready,” he said and your eyes widened. You chuckled and said “really?” “mmmhmmm” he said and rushed you to the bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, it was a high waisted bikini you bought forever ago and your favorite coverup.

“Are we going to the beach?” You asked and he chuckled. He nodded and you said “why?” “Cause. Trust me, please?” He said and you sighed, nodding. He smiled when you came out of the bathroom, you looked so beautiful.

“Well hello there, gorgeous. Come on, let’s go,” he said and you shook your head. You fell asleep on the way there so he put everything out on a good spot and then carried you there.

He set you down and then got comfortable, pulling you onto his lap. He smiled, stroking your hair for a few minutes. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of you. He then opened Instagram and took a video of you, then flipped the camera to show the sun beginning to rise as well as the beautiful ocean.

You groaned as you woke up, looking up at him. “Hey. We’re here,” he said and smiled, noticing the sun was just beginning to rise.

You smiled and said “aww…you wanted to watch the sunrise together?” He nodded and you giggled, kissing him softly. You rested your head on his chest and he kissed your head, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“It’s not quite as beautiful as you, almost” he said and you laughed. He kissed your head and wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You listened to the calming sounds of the waves for a few moments before he said “I just wanted to spend some quality time together. We’ve both been working a bunch, I figured it was fine we make time for our relationship”

“You’re so sweet, Jamie. Thank you. I really do appreciate this. I’ll never pass up on time spent with you. Even if it’s at 5 in the freaking morning” you said and he chuckled. As much as you wished you didn’t, you fell asleep again.

It was the sound of the waves, Jamie’s soft caresses, and the sun warming you up that made you sleepy again, combined with the late night filming your new movie you were pretty exhausted. He chuckled as he noticed you sleeping again.

He shook his head and took a few pictures of you, planning to post them later. You looked so beautiful to him, the sun casting a warm glow on your gorgeous face, your hair a little messy, your eyelashes resting on your plump cheeks.

When you woke up 20 minutes later, the sun wasn’t completely out so it was still very orange and it looked so beautiful to you. You took off your cover up and swam and played around in the ocean with Jamie, giggling the whole time.

He bought you a proper breakfast and then you went searching for shells and crystals and he couldn’t help the smile on his face as he blushed at you saying that one of them reminded you of him. Just the way it looked, and the way it sparkled in the sun. “If you were a rock, you would be this one” you said, kissing his cheek and giving it to him.

Even though you’d hate to say it, you kind of enjoyed waking up at 5am to spend a day at the beach with Jamie.

Taglist: @lma1986

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

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Steve Harrington

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[glitterypinkconverse]

reader is reading a smut bc she’s horny and jamie surprises her by coming home sooner and she’s so embarrassed and it ends up jamie reading loudly the smut while putting it in actions

naughty girl

summary you’re feeling a little hornier than usual, jamie being gone not helping it. so in order to cure your horniness, you read some smut, only to be caught by jamie

pairings jamie campbell bower x fem! reader

warnings smut, hair pulling, degrading

a/n so sorry this is so bad, it was my first time writing smut 😭😭

You were sprawled across the couch of yours and Jamie’s apartment, bored out of your mind. The only other emotion you felt, was your undying horniness.

Jamie was coming home late today, or so you thought. You thought you had nothing better to do, than scour the internet for some toe-gripping smut.

You got up from your upside-down position on the sofa and sat at the end of it, your back facing the doorway. Your legs were crossed as they spread out across your long sofa, as you started reading the uprising to the smut.

After finally getting to the beginning, unbeknownst to you, the door to the apartment opened. Jamie quietly set his bags down, softly closing the door behind him in an attempt to surprise you. Though, when he was walking towards you, he couldn’t help but look over your shoulder as he knelt down behind you.

“Whatcha reading?” he whispered into your ear as he smirked. You quickly turned around and turned your phone off, throwing it next to you, embarrassment rising across your face.

“Nothing!” you squeaked, Jamie only reaching to the side of you, grabbing your phone.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

“He thrust into her hard,” Jamie read aloud, thrusting into you hard, a scream erupting from your throat.

This has been going on for five minutes, Jamie reading what you were reading earlier loudly, imitating the actions with it.

“The blond pulled her hair, a loud moan spilling out of the girl’s mouth,” he harshly pulled your hair, a whimper spilling out of your mouth. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “we’re not done yet, darling.”

One hand on your phone while the other tangled in your hair, he was fluttering kisses along your back, while still slamming into you. You were gripping the white, satin sheets of your guys’ bed and moaning ferociously, hoping your neighbors couldn’t hear any of this. Though you weren’t really thinking it, your mind being clouded by the overwhelming sense of euphoria as Jamie read the smut you were reading earlier.

“J— Jamie, please,” you begged, only for Jamie to stop peckering kisses along you. Jamie stopped thrusting, only to send a kiss at the back of your ear.

“Did you fucking hear me?” he whispered, sending shivers along your spines. “We’re not done,” he slammed into you with each word, a moan slipping out of you.

“From fucking her from the behind, he slowly trailed his fingers to her pussy, rubbing his fingers around it.” His digits ran across your body, goosebumps spreading rapidly. You were breathing heavily, you could practically feel Jamie’s smirk from behind you. He finally got to your poor, damaged cunt and started rubbing circles around it, your legs shaking ferociously as you were reaching your climax. The overwhelming feel of his fingers and his dick inside of you was crazy, and you couldn’t handle it much longer.

“Please, I’m gonna—,” you started but got cut off by Jamie pressing his fingers hard on your cunt. You moaned loudly, Jamie snickering from behind.

“Hold on for me, darling. After all, it’s what it says in this little story of yours you were reading.”

You whined at his words, not being able to hold on much longer. Jamie quickened his pace, your phone now discarded on the bedside table as his fingers sinked into your bare skin. He moaned wildly, the breath leaving your mouth taken as surprise.

If your neighbors were to hear this, they would mark this as an everyday thing.

“Cum on my cock baby,” he didn’t need to say that twice, as a sense of greatness came right out of you. Jamie came right after you, riding out his high. A few moments later, he slipped out and pulled you right down with him, your naked bodies glued together.

“We should do that more often,” Jamie breathed on you, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“God, no. Next time I’ll pick something less intense, I felt my whole body breaking against you.” Jamie pecked your lips softly, sitting up on your guys’ shared bed.

“Shower together?” He asked, extending a hand towards you.

“Please.” You replied, taking his hand in yours as he led you both to the shower.

[strawberrysalve]

i would love if u wrote about anthony falling for a fem!reader who’s sweeney’s assistant? she doesn’t do much except write and convince his victims to attend the barbershop, but he was whipped for her the moment they met. please and thank you!!

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☆*･ﾟ pairing. anthony hope ♡ reader ☆*･ﾟ rating. safe for work ☆*･ﾟ contents. fem reader, fluff, meet-cute, technical hand holding, dark comedy, mutual crushes ☆*･ﾟ word count. 2k+ ☆*･ﾟ ao3. link.

It was another overcast morning in Fleet Street. Grey skies, smog in the air. Nothing short of the usual doom and gloom of London that you had grown accustomed to during all your years spent here. You were alone in Mrs Lovett’s shop, and it was eerily silent save for the distant chatter of people walking the streets outside. You presumed that she and Toby were yet to rise for the day, as they typically preferred to sleep in. You and Mister Todd, however, were always early to wake and perform the morning routine that you had fallen into. 

As your proprietor readied his parlor for the workday, you did the same downstairs. Albeit it was rather minute tasks you would perform, such as straightening up the kitchen or dusting off the utensils or going down to the bakehouse to make sure that ‘supplies’ were well enough stocked for Mrs Lovett to bake into a days’ worth of her renowned pies. It didn’t take very long, so you often used the remainder of the morning hours to fetch yourself some breakfast or just take some time alone. Today, you had decided on the latter, and had leaned against the countertop, lost deep within your own head.

Your work was relatively easy. You ran errands for Mister Todd if needed. You helped to set up shop. Once everything had fallen into place, you took to the streets, lingering around the street corner and trying to convince passersby to stop in for a shave. On occasion, you were summoned to clean up the aftermath of a client — wiping blood from the floors or the window as swiftly as possible. You didn’t care much for that aspect of the job.

It was a decent workload, but it wasn’t all that bad, especially not in exchange for housing and fair pay. It was certainly better than what most people your age had to do to get by. You’d take this over the harsh conditions of a factory, or having to resort to selling — well, worse things. You didn’t like to dwell on those possibilities.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the soft jingle of a bell. The door had opened — rather suddenly, you might add — and in the entrance stood a young man. He looked familiar, but you didn’t believe you’d ever properly met him, nor even spoken to him. He was tall and thin, perhaps a bit lanky, with wavy blond hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. Certainly not a face you would forget.

His blue eyes, wide with surprise upon being faced with a stranger, seemed to study you for a few moments. “Oh! I’m sorry, excuse me, Miss. I hadn’t meant to intrude.”

“It’s alright,” you murmured, subconsciously straightening your posture and crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re here for a pie, I’m afraid we aren’t open until half-past ten.”

“Yes, that’s right…” He mumbled, perhaps more to himself than to you. His voice was soft. Pretty, even. “I know it’s early — and I do apologize — I’m just here to see Mister Todd. Is he in?”

“He’s upstairs. I’ll go and speak to him.” You walked around the counter, starting towards the door that led outside.

“Thank you,” said the stranger, a gentle smile on his face. As you reached the exit, he scrambled to hold it open for you. “Ah — here you are.” A gentle smile.

It was polite of him. You weren’t used to gestures like that, and certainly not from boys you’d never met before. He must not have been from around here. You fought a smile of your own that threatened to tug at the corner of your lips as you brushed past him.

Making haste, you jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door to Mister Todd’s parlor. You knew that he had a particular distaste for people barging in without permission.

“Come,” his gruff voice commanded from inside, and you were quick to oblige. Your employer stood, a cup of tea in hand as he gazed out of the window. Surprisingly, he did you the favor of turning around to face you as you spoke to him.

You offered the older man a quick, respectful bow before you stated your business. “Morning, sir. There’s a boy downstairs asking to see you.”

“A customer?” Sweeney grumbled, as if displeased by the prospect of dealing with someone this early.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. It’s a young man, um, about my age. He asked to see you personally.”

His eyes widened ever-so-slightly in recognition. “Anthony.”

“Ah…” you rocked awkwardly on your feet. It was undeniable that your employer made you nervous. Perhaps that was for the better, given what knowledge you held about him and Mrs Lovett. You always did your very best to walk on eggshells around him. You played an expendable role in this establishment, and one could never quite be sure when he might snap and it would be your throat he was slashing. “You know him, sir?” “He’s a…” His cold gaze faltered. The word ‘friend’ seemed to die in his throat. “An acquaintance of mine.” 

You nodded stiffly in understanding. “Shall I send him up, then?” “No.” He turned away, his focus shifting back to the window. “Tell him I’ll be down shortly.” “Right away.” With that, you spun on your heel and exited the barber shop, your heart racing a bit faster than you cared to admit. In your defense, you never claimed to be brave. You made quick work of the staircase, listening to it creak beneath each step and hoping the old, rickety thing wouldn’t cave beneath your weight.

As you stepped back into the pie shop, you were met with the sight of Anthony sitting at an empty table, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. He looked up at you as you entered, the kind smile still on his face. 

“He says he’ll be down to see you in a minute,” you informed him, unsure of what to do with yourself. Should you leave? Return to your place behind the counter? Make conversation? You weren’t suited for this in the slightest. You did just fine with luring in Sweeney’s clients, but not with talking to handsome, friendly strangers.

He replies, “Alright, then. Thank you for checking.”

It caught you off-guard all over again. You weren’t used to people thanking you simply for doing your job. Actually, come to think of it, you weren’t used to people thanking you at all. “You’re welcome,” you say, blinking away the surprise.

As if he somehow read your mind, Anthony spoke up again. “Would you like to come and sit? I’m sure you could use the rest.”

An array of excuses immediately sprung to your mind. But then it occurred to you that you had nothing better to do, and that you would actually quite like to sit and chat with him. After all, he was the most polite person you think has ever graced Fleet Street with his presence. And, well… He also happened to look like a beautiful prince straight out of the stories you were told as a child. But you were no princess, just a lowly barber’s assistant. You were sure that a boy like him would certainly want nothing to do with you. But that didn’t matter — you could at least stop and have a conversation with him. 

“I’d like that,” you replied, brushing nonexistent dust off of your coat before walking over to sit across from him. Something about him was making you all… fidgety. “So…” you began, hoping some of this sudden nervousness would fade in time. “I was told your name is Anthony?”

“Yes. Anthony Hope. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss.” He extended a hand across the table for you to shake. “What’s your name?”

Reaching out to oblige him, you told him your name. His hand was warm, the fingerless knit glove soft against your palm. Even after you’d shaken it, he seemed almost reluctant to let go.

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Um, thank you.” You thought for a second that you could feel your face burning. “Your surname is… it’s very pretty as well.”

His eyes fixed on yours. They were pretty. They reminded you of the ocean. “Do you work for Mister Todd?”

“Yes. I was hired earlier this year. I’m his…” The word ‘accomplice’ springs to mind. “His assistant. And you? What’s your occupation? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m a sailor,” he answered, his face lighting up with excitement. “I work on a merchant ship called The Bountiful. Transporting goods and things of the sort.”

You couldn’t help but grin at that. He reminded you a bit of a puppy. “That sounds like a nice job to have. I’d love to travel around and see the world.” You mused. You had never left London before. You quite liked the thought of seeing what life was like outside of the dark, dreary place you called home.

“I’m quite fond of it,” he confessed almost shyly. And then, seemingly before he could think better of it, he blurted out, “Perhaps I could show you aboard sometime? If you’d be interested.”

Your lips parted, eyes widening in surprise. That was quite the offer to make to someone he hardly knew, but admittedly… the thought of it made your heart flutter. 

His eyebrows furrow, afraid he’d said the wrong thing. “I’m sorry. Was that too forward? My apologies, Miss, really, I just—”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s not that! I think I would, actually. I’d quite like to see.”

“Ah, yes, that’s good to hear, then…” Anthony looked down, appearing a bit bashful after making such a proposal. Admittedly, you felt the same.

Hoping to break the ice, you reached toward the teapot in the center of the table. You’d used it to make Sweeney a cup this morning, but hadn’t used the rest of the water just yet. Perhaps it would be rude not to offer some to your guest. “Would you like — oops!—” You cut yourself off as your hand accidentally brushed against Anthony’s.

Before you could yank it away at breakneck speed, both of his hands took yours, cradling it gently. “Your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed, concern seeping into his voice. In truth, he was exactly right. It was rather drafty in the shop, particularly at this time of morning, and you didn’t have any gloves to keep your hands warm. Much to your astonishment, Anthony had begun removing his own, and then slipped them onto your hand, the soft black fabric warming your skin almost as much as his touch did. “Here. You can have these. You need them more than I do.”

You began to stammer, your face heating up. “Oh! No, y-you don’t have to do that! I can find some gloves of my own, I—”

“Not to worry. I have many more pairs. You can keep this one.” He flashed a reassuring smile. Reluctantly, you offered your other hand, and he guided the glove on. “There you are. Do you feel any warmer?”

“Yes… That’s… much better. Thank you, Anthony.” As he replied that you were welcome, you had half a mind to grab his hand and hold onto it. He was so warm, so inviting, and something in you wanted nothing more than to cling onto him.

Startling the both of you, the bell on the door jingled again, and Sweeney stepped in, his expression grave as always. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that your time with the sailor boy was being cut short. 

“I should hope to see you again sometime soon,” Anthony told you as you slid out of the booth.

This time, you didn’t bother suppressing the smile that crept onto your face. “I hope so too.”

With a wave goodbye, which he was eager to return, you decided to give the two of them some privacy, slipping out to head to the living quarters. You couldn’t help but notice Anthony’s eyes on you even as you disappeared from sight and Mister Todd took your place, your heart still beating rapidly in your chest. One thing was for sure, you’d be counting the hours until you could see him again.

[oskea93]

Tis the Way the Wind Blows, Hummingbird (One)

Caleb Sykes x OC Horizon universe

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Story will contain moments of physical, sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse, cursing, murder, suicidal ideations, childbirth, scalping, death, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. If you've seen the film or just read about it online, you already know that Caleb is a bad guy. He will remain a bad guy throughout this story as well. He will not be liked and will be vile in every way. Just a heads up if you were looking for a happy Jamie story.

A/N: Oh my goodness guys, thank you so much for the love for this story! I am so glad you all are enjoying it so far! It's only gonna get more extreme and downright dirty from here. Also, if you have any questions about the story, just wanna talk, or whatever, just drop me a message!

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His touch would burn like a batch of fire ants each time he laid hands on me.

The searing pain as his grip would tighten – his cold blue eyes staring into mine as I would beg and plead not to hurt me in front of our children. I would like to say it hadn’t always been this way with Caleb but that would be a lie straight from the devil’s mouth. I would love to tell you that he was once a gentleman who was corrupt by the bottle – that his hands were once full of love and joy but for some ungodly reason I actually held feelings for the man.

I remember the first time I saw Caleb, standing in the dimly lit corner of the saloon, a shadow of a man with haunted eyes that seemed to mirror my own loneliness. His smile was a twisted reflection of charm, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Despite the warnings that whispered in the back of my mind, I found myself captivated by his words, his presence filling a void I hadn't even known existed. In his arms, I felt a fleeting sense of belonging, as if for a moment, the world made sense and all the broken pieces of my heart were whole again. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the cracks in his facade began to show, revealing a darkness that chilled me to the core.

He was the youngest child of the vile woman who birthed him all those years ago – his father a philanderer who only arrived home when necessary. Rumor had it he had spawn all over the territory – the short woman he married long ago idly standing by as she knew there was nothing that could be done. The Sykes family were notorious among the Montana Territory – the fear they placed upon those wanting to settle was enough to make settlers treck along elsewhere. Some would say even the Indians feared the Sykes men – I would argue that on a heavy bible.

 Caleb’s anger more than likely rising from the hits of his mother and brother – always on the receiving end of a hand, foot, or even the butt of a gun at one point. I remember watching in the shadows as Junior almost beat him senseless for some measly reason – no reason good enough to knock your kin unconscious for hours on end. I was the one that had to drag him out of the snow that night – into the little shack that his mother had “gifted” us to make house in. The winter’s wind whistling through the loose logs, the fire barely staying lit as the snow floated through the home. When he awoke, he knew that there was no use in going after Junior, his hatred and fury landing upon my skin throughout the night.

I guess you may be asking how I even came to be with the blue-eyed devil – having enough dimwits about me to stay with a man like that. Well for one, it was an act of rebellion. I thought I could change him, hell, maybe even overpower him. I took the blows that he gave me each night, going to bed with tear-stained cheeks as he stepped out to go drinkin with his brothers. The other reason I stayed was because it was a sense of security. I had a leaking roof over my head, but it was covered none the less. I wasn’t wondering the land like the others out there, subjected to the harshness that the land was giving forth. The Sykes fortress was clear of any Indians – the dangers of being ambushed by them pushed at the wayside – unlike those that were travelling to their new homes.

I had married Caleb on the 24th day of January in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-two. The justice of the peace in the town below reading from the holy book as he weaved back and forth from the whiskey coursing through his blood. No kiss was shared – no joyous voices from our closest relatives. Just an empty room. I had run off from Grady’s house – my only bag packed – his best horse trotting underneath me. I had only known Caleb for a number of days before his hands slipped under my dress – the piece of me that I was savin for future husband taken away in a matter of seconds. I guess all’s forgiven in the eyes of God since I ended up marrying the bastard…

I watched as the snow swirled around the open air like paper scraps sent from the heavens above. The fire had long gone out several hours ago – my breath seen clearly as I exhaled in exhaustion. I hadn’t seen sight or sound of him in nearly four days – nothing uncommon nowadays. The wood burning smoke from the big house filtered through the cracks in the wood, the scent causing me to long for a warm room just for a moment of two.

Soft coos broke me out of my thoughts as I turned my attention to the little bundle in the center of the room. I had every blanket and article of clothing I could scrounge up piled atop her, trying to keep the cold off her small body.

“What’s wrong my sweet?” My feet carrying my body towards her.

She had her daddy’s eyes – bright blue and able to look right into your soul. Sprouts of red hair could be seen beneath the bonnet she wore, her little cheeks red with the touch of the cold. Emily was the daughter I longed for – a true gift from the Lord above. She was the second child – one that no one but me cared to have. She was the light of my life – the reason that I never gave up on myself against her father or his family.

I had given birth to Rory – our son – the first-born Sykes grandson seven years ago. Mama Sykes was at the head of the bed as he was born, quickly whisking him off before I could hold him. Caleb was celebrated for once in his life – having the workings to produce a strong male offspring – a male that would carry on the Sykes name and lineage. The Sykes women kept Rory at an arm’s reach from me during his infancy – only pushing him in my arms when it came time for him to eat. They would bring me into the big house as he fed and pushed me right back into the small shake once he was through. This was Mama Sykes dream to have another son she could mold and make her own. It was obvious that she wanted another son like Junior – Caleb being the lowest branch that she so badly wanted cut.

I watched as the years passed as my son shaped into a typical Sykes male. James and Junior would make sure to take him out, teaching him how to trap and hunt, something that a little boy at his age didn’t need to worry about yet. Caleb would just sit back and watch, the fatherly instinct never truly kicking in. He was seen more as Rory’s uncle rather than the his father. I’m almost positive that’s what Mama Sykes even taught Rory to call Caleb.

I would try my best to push my way into his life, only to get shoved back by the Sykes women. They didn’t trust me to be his mother – I was simply the woman that gave birth – not his mother. Hannah, Junior’s wife claimed that spot. Her evil glares cutting right through each time I would look at my son. Mama Sykes and Hannah would mutter awful words about me to Rory, finally breaking through to him. I watched as the baby boy I carried for nine months, suffering 10 hours in agony as I labored, just kicked me away like a speck of dirt on the floorboard.

I slowly picked my daughter up, bouncing her around in the quilt my mother had made before she passed.  “Flee as a bird to your mountain – thou who art weary of sin – go to the clear flowing fountain – where you may wash and be clean.”

The sudden sound of a shotgun going off cutting off the lyrics as my grip tightened on the baby. Stepping towards the window, the site in front of me causing my heart to thump against my chest. Gently placing Emily back into her bassinette, I tore open the wooden door, racing over to where my son laid.

“What the hell is happening?” My knees digging into the hardened dirt as I brought his limp body into my arms. His face bloodied and bruised as Robert and Junior stood above – Mama Sykes and Hannah watching from the porch steps.

Junior let out an annoyed sigh, “This doesn’t concern you, Elizabeth.”

“Like hell it doesn’t, Junior.” My tone biting back, fire raging through my eyes as I looked down at my little boy. My hand softly trailing down his cheek, his chest slowly rising and falling.

“He started the whole thing.” Robert, Junior and Hannah’s youngest son scoffed. “Ain’t my fault that he don’t got no fightin skills.”

My eyes cutting up to the younger Sykes, “That’s enough, Robert.” Junior sounded. “Go get cleaned up for supper.”

The boy followed his father’s direction, Hannah smiling at him once he reached the steps. Her last glance finding mine as she walked into the home. Mama Sykes stood stoic on the porch, her eyes dull and full of spite. “Junior, get Rory and bring him in the house.”

“No!” My arms wrapping tighter around my son’s unconscious body. “You will not touch another hair on this child’s head –“ My eyes piercing towards Mrs. Sykes. “None of you are touching my child again.”

“Ain’t your child, Elizabeth.” Mama spoke clearly. “Hasn’t been your child since the day he was born.”

I could feel tears of anger spiking in my eyes, “Oh yeah –“ A sarcastic chuckle slipping, “And who’s idea was that, huh?” Junior stepped closer. “You bunch of monsters took him away from me – turned him against his own mother for what? You see how well his father turned out – think I could’ve done a hell of a lot better than you, Mama Sykes.”

Junior’s large hands pried my arms apart, Rory slipping back onto the ground as he dragged me feet away. His grip like that of Caleb’s but only stronger. My words of pain going by the wayside as his foot kicked into my ribs, a guttural cry releasing deep from my body.

“Get that boy in the house before he catches a death of cold.” Mama’s raspy voice sounded.

Junior looked up to the matriarch, “What about her?” My body still curled into the cold ground. “Whatcha want me to do with her?”

The only sound could be heard was that of the winter birds around as the wind blew – Mrs. Sykes body staying silent for a moment. “She can find her way back.” Her eyes connecting with mine briefly as she turned to enter the home.

I stayed silent, face still pressed against the snowy ground as Junior lifted Rory into his arms, stomping his way up the stairs to the main house. The door slamming behind him once he crossed the threshold.

I waited a few moments before moving – the sharp pain of where his foot had landed making it hard to breathe as I slowly walked back to the building. The echo of Emily's cry reverberated in my ears, piercing through the chaos that had engulfed us. Each step felt heavy, burdened not just by the weight of my own injuries but by the fear and uncertainty that loomed ahead.

With a shaky hand, I pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. Emily's tear-streaked face turned towards me, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, so small and innocent in the midst of such turmoil.

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely above a broken murmur. I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. The warmth of her tiny body pressed against mine offered a brief respite from the cold reality that threatened to consume us both.

"It's okay, baby," I repeated, the words a mantra to soothe not just her but myself as well. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the world around me. In that moment, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing down on my shoulders, the knowledge that I must be strong for her, no matter how broken I felt inside.

I thanked God silently that Emily was so young, her innocence a shield against the harshness of the truth…

“How dare you disrespect my mother and brother like you did, Elizabeth!”

I sat in the corner of the room, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue as I dabbed away the fresh crimson droplets that fell from my split lip. The throbbing ache in my jaw served as a painful reminder of the altercation that had just taken place, but my focus remained unwavering on the man standing before me.

"I was protecting my child – our child," I asserted, my voice steady despite the underlying currents of anger and frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation, his movements agitated as he paced the confines of the cramped room. "That boy was two steps away from killing Rory, he wa-"

"Robert was teaching him how to act like a man – not some pansy whipped little girl," Caleb interjected, his voice tinged with defiance. The words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the deep-seated differences in our beliefs and values. "Junior and I did the same thing growing up – plus it’s not your word that matters anymore, Lizabeth."

I shook my head, a bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Yeah," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and anger. "You and your goddamn family took that right away." His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me, each step a menacing echo of the power dynamics that had long defined our relationship.

"I was just used as a cow to make sure he was fed and then put back in the pen like some kind of barnyard anim-" My words were cut short by the sharp crack that resonated through the home, the impact of the blow sending a searing wave of pain from my jaw to my temple.

“Always running that damn mouth of yours,” Caleb's voice was heavy with frustration as he hastily unclipped the holster from his waist. My body already knew what was about to happen as I scrambled to get off the floor, the urgency pulsing through my veins. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough. Caleb's strong grip closed around my ankles, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me across the dirty wood.

His dirt-stained hands pushing up the material of my skirt as his body straddled mine – my arms pinned to my side as my cries mixed with those of Emily’s in the corner of the room…

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White man in 1985

Pairing: Peter Ballard x reader

Warnings: 80s period typical misogyny. Based on Bo Burnham's song, 1985.

Summary: Peter and Y/N both had terrible days, being new in Hawkins is not as easy as they planned it would.

Word count: About 3.2k

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Since the three of you started living in Hawkins as a family, you had already managed to form a routine. You would wake up at around six, shower, get dressed, and go downstairs for breakfast. By the tie you sat at the kitchen table, El was rubbing the sleep off her eyes, and Peter was making breakfast with messy hair and an apron on top of his pajamas. After breakfast, you would get all the documents you needed, kiss the two of them goodbye, and walk out the door. You would drive to the firm and be there from nine to five.

Peter and El, had a different routine. Your husband would wake up with the shower's sound turning off and go into your daughter’s room to wake her up. El was a morning person, contrary to her two adoptive parents, which made the routine easier for Peter. Once the girl woke up, or more or less, she would drowsily go down the stairs and wait patiently at the table in the kitchen, excited for her serving of Eggo waffles. Peter and EL would both get a kiss goodbye and be left in the house alone. 

Because El was being homeschooled until both adults saw it was safe for her to go to the town’s middle school, she and Peter would spend the day together. On Wednesdays, they would go shopping and practice math and percentages and once they got the receipt, they would do some easy algebra at home. El enjoyed going to the supermarket. On Wednesday mornings, the store would be practically empty, and she would get to spend some time with her dad. The young girl did notice that as time progressed, more people would come in on their day, especially Karen Wheeler, their neighbor next door. El liked Karen, she was nice and would let Mike and her play as long as they wanted. 

Peter had other opinions about her, but wouldn’t voice them out loud in front of his adoptive daughter, considering she was still getting on on social cues and she got along a lot with the Wheeler’s only son. 

The Ballard father-daughter duo were wandering around the fruit aisle, deciding what would be cool for the fruit salad they wanted to make after hearing a story about you making them with your siblings growing up. 

“What about grapefruit.” Peter looked at where Eleven was squinting to see the small name of the product. 

“We got that once for your mom, remember? She said it tasted like orange juice and toothpaste?” Your husband doubted the young girl forgot. After a failed recommendation from one of Karen Wheeler’s friends, something about a grapefruit diet, El had been excited to get her mom one of those, just because Mrs. Carlson had made them sound so fantastic. Once you tried them, you described the taste with a smile, not wanting to bum the girl. The morning after the grapefruit incident, Eleven was excited to try the magical taste of orange juice and toothpaste. You and Peter would never forget the face of the little girl after she took a big sip from the glass of freshly made orange juice Peter had made that morning. 

After swallowing, El hugged you and apologized for making you eat the fruit. You laughed it off and assured her you didn’t feel forced to do anything, and that you enjoyed the new experience. 

“True.” Peter grabbed a few apples and showed them to the young girl, who gave him a nod of approval. 

“Oh, you’re getting fruits! So fun, I recommend the grapefruits.” They both turned around to look at the newcomer, a one and only Mrs. Wheeler.

“Mommy thinks they taste like toothpaste and orange juice.” The older woman looked quickly at the Eleven and then turned to look back at her attractive neighbor.

“Oh, well, I completely recommend them.” El walked away to grab some oranges she had seen, leaving Peter and Karen alone, or at least out of earshot. “So, Peter, how’s the babysitting going?” Your husband looked at your neighbor quizzically, not understanding her question.

“What babysitting?” 

“You know, taking care of Elaine?” 

“It’s not babysitting when you’re the parent, right?” Karen giggled softly, not knowing how to go from there. 

“Well, you know, mothers know best, fathers just follow.” Karen gripped the cart harder, nervous under Peter’s strong gaze. 

“Mrs. Wheeler, I don’t know how you do it in your home, but I would appreciate it  if you didn’t question our methods.”

“I’m just wondering, how would you know what’s best for your child when that is your wife’s job? You should be the lawyer, she should be with Elaine.” Eleven came back with even more fruits than just the oranges, which marked the end of the uncomfortable conversation. 

“We’ll see you around Mrs, Wheeler.” 

Peter had heard comments like this before, and he knew he would hear them many times again. It was not easy for him to do this transition, not at all. He had been in the lab for a bit more than 20 years, since the thing with his family. He didn’t have the 80s social mentality, yet he was more progressive than the majority of Hawkins. 

When he and Y/n were planning their escape from the lab, she explained the plans after they got out. The job she had already gotten at the firm, and how he would stay with El at home until she was okay to go to school with all of the kids with normal upbringings. Peter was not comfortable at the beginning with the idea of him not working, maybe even you having a job. But after he thought about it more that night, he realized that he met you while you were working, so it made no sense for him not to be okay with you not working. And him staying at home taking care of El and the house, teaching her the basics to integrate into the middle school was as noble as any other job. 

Thanks to him being a stay-at-home dad, he would help El adapt during this scary transition, and at the same time give himself some time for adaptation also. Getting in the lab in ‘59 and not leaving until 83 was going to need a lot of getting used to. And he wouldn’t have the space for that personal and mental growth if he was working at some job he wouldn’t even like that much. Peter would like to work on something psychology-related, but from what he had been able to read at the public library was that he would need a college certificate for any of the jobs. Apparently being locked in a lab for two decades wasn’t enough training. 

He had told you about this, and you had been supportive. You had started setting some money aside to be able to pay for Peter’s college education, which he would get once El started school. He had also gone to the High School psychologist, to get some directions on where to start in his free time and what he would need to get a similar job to hers. The studies were a few, and they took a few years, but after El got into school, he would have enough free time to attend classes and still be able to take care of the majority of the house chores. 

None of this was easy for Peter, but he liked to put things into perspective every time he felt underwhelmed. And the perspective was simple: He had married an amazing woman and had adopted an amazing girl that every day were teaching him how to be a better person, how to love and be loved. 

…

For you, the moment you stepped foot on the firm, the onslaught of old-fashioned mentality was already brewing. Hawkins being a small town implied that everyone knew who you and Peter were, especially with your interesting home dynamic. 

The moment your boss interviewed you, Mr. Harrington was impressed with your resumé, or better said, with your Harvard Law diploma. The moment he shook your hand when you were leaving, your future boss said: “We’re looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/LN. Is your fiancé also going to apply to work here?” You kindly smiled and said that he didn’t go to law school. 

The connection made sense. Or better said you could follow Mr. Harriongton’s train of thought. You could only be engaged to a man that was the same or better than you academically. Why would a man want to marry a woman with better education and/or job? That could only be emasculation, for your wife to be the breadwinner in the relationship. Surely your fiance would have gotten an education at two Ivys or had been valedictorian when he graduated from Harvard. 

Once you started working, the scandal of your marriage became the biggest gossip topic since who knows when. Because of this, the partners and other lawyers didn’t shy away from comments that weren’t acceptable in the workplace, and outside of it. Comments and the regular invitation to cheat on your husband, to spend some time with a “real man”. When things like this happened, sometimes even from your boss, you would wonder how is it that they could later show up and look at their wives in the eyes. Something along the lines of, “hey honey, (you were sure they didn’t thank their wives for anything) shitty casserole, oh, guess what? I asked my younger coworker to sleep with me. Goodnight.” 

But today, oh, today was incredible. 

It started with the morning meetings, where they announced the new partner of the firm. As usual, they hadn’t waited for you to come to start. Although, maybe that was better, considering the first 20 minutes of every meeting were discussions of “men things”, things you weren’t supposed to form part of. This time, you only had to sit through five minutes of it, sadly, you didn’t save yourself from inhaling more cigarette smoke than your aunt Fillis had smoked in her life. Once Mr. Harrington stood up, the nightmare began.

“First things first. I’m proud to announce that Ed is the new partner of our firm. Ed, you did a bitching job with the Emmerson’s case, that intimidation technique you used on their pussy ass lawyers was on spot.” Mr. Harrington, after this amazing news, poured himself a glass of scotch and drank it in a go. At 9.30 p.m. on a Wednesday. After some other announcements for the morning, you were all dismissed. 

“Mrs. Ballard, please come to my office, there are some things we have to go over.” It took you a lot of willpower not to throw your files at your boss's face, considering all of the brilliant things he had said first thing in the morning. 

Emmerson’s case, that was all of your doing, as always. Dear Ed had awful evidence, that was more incriminating for your client than favorable. If it weren’t for you, you would have ended up in court, and only losers go to court. It was sad to admit that you weren’t surprised that your hard work was recognized as some white man’s. This morning you felt bold, so you acted boldly.

“Don’t you think it’s interesting that every case that hasn’t gone to court and that we’ve won was done by me and someone else?” You sat down after your statement, and your boss raised his gaze from his cigar to look at you. 

“Of course not. I’m smart enough to see patterns.” You rose an eyebrow, knowing something was going to follow that. “But, I’m smart enough not to give you the promotion, but to your partner in the case.” You leaned back into your seat, knowing that you had to get ready to listen to bull crap. 

“How does that logic work?” 

“Y/N, I know you are our best lawyer. Everyone in the firm knows. But it’s not a good image, not good at all.” Mr. Harrington then poured himself another glass of scotch. “We would lose a lot of rep if our best lawyer was female, you have to understand.” 

“So instead of giving me some kind of recognition, you award my partner. Why?” Mr. Harrington stood up and gripped the armrests of your chair.

“I cannot give you the recognition, so I give it to your partner. But I know it’s for you, and you know it’s for you.” 

“I didn’t know that was recognition, and how is that fair?” Your boss backed down under your fiery gaze. “You’re rewarding mediocrity and ignoring my hard work. You need me, you know your other lawyers don’t even reach above average. I’m the one fixing your so-called rep.” You knew Mr. Harrington was aware of all of this, but you also knew that he hired you expecting your husband to join the firm. 

“What do you want?” 

“What do I want?” You raised your head to look at your boss with more defiance. “I want recognition and an ounce of respect. I want a decent desk, and to stop being treated like a secretary.” This is when you got arrogant, you could say. “ I want these requests to be met, or I will happily work for someone else.” 

“Okay.” Mr. Harrington looked fairly calm, considering the outburst you had just shown. “Five more cases won and you’ll have your own office. Ten, you’ll get a promotion. Twenty, you’ll get to be a partner. in a year.” 

“Done.” 

…

Once you left his office, you met Ed at the door. The little mf had an arrogant smirk plastered on his stupid face. 

“So, how does it feel to have worked on a case with a partner?” 

“Underwhelming.” You walked away, fast enough to not soak in that much of his glare. 

After some tie looking over your files on the new case. You had piled up a few of the books in the meeting room that had some information you would need. Ed, magnanimous as always, walked straight to your cluttered desk, took three of them, and walked away. 

“Mr. Roberts, I was using those. I would appreciate it if you would put them back on my desk.” You pulled your reading glasses off to look at the new partner intensely, not ready for immature behavior. 

“Mrs. Ballrd, are you at that time of the month? Stop being a bitch.” You could tell Edward Roberts was getting nervous under your gaze. Peter had affectionately called it your serious mom gaze. According to him, you already had one, your intimidating lawyer glare. The difference was easy, one was designated for children, and the other one for people you found challenging in your professional field. Roberts, for obvious reasons, got the mom one.

“I’m not your mother, I’m not your wife nor your daughter. You can treat them however you feel like, but I demand respect. I am your equal, and if I ask you to return the book I was using, I expect you to follow my request.” You were speaking slowly, loudly, and clearly. Your whole demeanor resembled intimidation and control. 

“I don’t know how you do it at home with that pussy of a husband, but I am your superior, and you should keep that in mind.” 

“I don’t think your wife would appreciate hearing about your frequent meetings at the gentlemen’s club and those phone calls you like to make after lunch.” You tilted your head to the side, mockingly making a concerned face. “I would gladly represent her for the divorce case. Considering you’re such an amazing lawyer, you’ll do fine.” 

“I can get you fired for this.” 

Ed set the books down and walked away, muttering something bout getting respect fucked into you right. You turned around to look at Mr. Harrington’s office, who proudly smiled at you. Your turned around and proceeded as if you hadn’t been interrupted.

…

Once home, you took your high heels off and threw them as far as you could, making a mental note to pick them up later. El ran to the garage entrance to say hi, and you kissed her forehead. Peter then joined the two of you. You kissed him too, smiling when you heard El’s small noise of disgust. The first weeks you were a family, Eleven live to see her new parents love each other, but after too many afternoons spent with the neighbor and his friends, she had decided to fake disgust. 

Peter then hugged El closer to him and kissed her forehead. “Is it still ew, young lady?” El looked up at her dad, a bashful smile on her face. 

“No.” Her response was a small whisper, but you both heard it nonetheless. El adored the floor Peter walked on, and you lived to see moments like this happening to your little family. Especially after all the events, you went through regularly. 

“Honey, I need wine during dinner.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“Believe me, after today, me too.” 

…

After dinner, you and Peter lay in bed together, in silence, basking in each other's presence. 

“I love you. I want you to know I wouldn’t change anything in our family.” You knew Peter said this, more to himself than to you. You could get a fair idea of what had happened today, and decided to wait until he was comfortable enough to tell you about it. Or less mentally drained, better said.

“I love you too. You’re such a great partner, so supportive. Brave, confident, patient. The list can go on. I see you, Peter, and I know this isn’t the easiest for you. I’m so grateful for your efforts and resilience.” You shifted closer to him. “I know we hear loads of shit every day about our family. But if I had the chance to change how my life went, if I had the chance to decide again to work or not at the lab, I would choose the lab, a million times. Just because I know you and El were there.” Your arm went around his waist, noses touching. 

“You’re always complimenting me. But I see you too, Y/N. I see how you work day and night to guarantee we’re stable. How you make an effort to make time for your job and us. How you always make sure El and I are okay before you can relax. I see all of this, and I couldn’t be more grateful to you.” Peter pulled a strang of your hair behind your ear. “If it wasn’t for you, El and I would still be stuck in that lab, and we wouldn’t have this amazing family.” He kissed you softly, stroking your cheek. I can’t say I don’t feel like I’m dragging you down, I can’t say I don’t know you can do better. But knowing this makes me realize that if you stay with me, the useless husband that can’t maintain his wife and daughter, then you must love me deeply and truly.” You twirled one of his wavy strands. 

“Love, you’re the only one for me.” You turned the bedroom light off and hugged your husband until you couldn’t stand the body heat anymore.

AN: Thank you for reading this installment of the First-day series, I hope you enjoyed it. If you have a request or ask, feel free to send them to my inbox, I love to see what people think and want to see in other parts.

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i will not write steddie, byler, wolfstar, etc etc. as you can all tell, they are all gay ships. the only reason i will not write them is because i dont know how to present or properly write mlm so please do not request male reader.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT WRITE SMUT FOR BILLY HARGROVE SO PLEASE DONT REQUEST!!

ִֶָ𓏲࣪ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒ִֶָ 🍉༉‧₊

i do not write for the mcu, teen wolf, or any other fandom that is not the following;

marauders

harry potter

the vampire diaries

game of thrones (will only majorly write for daenerys)

orphan first kill

thirteen ( I WILL NOT WRITE SMUT FOR ANY CHARACTERS, NOT EVEN MEL.)

twilight

stranger things

i will not write daddy kinks. nor will i include spanking in any of my smuts. i can briefly sprinkle in a mommy kink but i will not write any more.

i also will not write certain kinks like; foot kink, pee kink, and/or any other disturbing kinks. i may dabble a bit into blood but will never fully go into detail.

I DO NOT WRITE INCEST OR STEPCEST!!

my account is mainly fem reader so please do specify if you want gn reader or fem!

ִֶָ𓏲࣪ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ִֶָ🫐༉‧₊

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

fred weasley

george weasley

( request more ! )

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚

poly marauders ( with or without peter )

peter pettigrew

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

bellatrix black

narcissa malfoy

lily evans

extra note!! i will write tom riddle

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭;

bella swan

edward cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

caius volturi

marcus volturi

aro volturi

poly!volturi kings

sulpicia volturi

athenodora volturi

didyme volturi

poly!the volturi wives

poly!the volturi wives + the kings

demetri volturi

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧;

evie zamora

tracy freeland

( request more!! )

𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧; 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥

tricia albright

gunnar albright

leena klammer < pls request her!! >

( request more!! )

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬;

katherine pierce < PLEASE REQUEST HER OMG >

damon salvatore

stefan salvatore

elena gilbert

poly!elena x damon

bonnie bennett

caroline forbes

( havent finished tvd so request more!! )

𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬;

daenerys targaryen < PLEASE PLS PLS REQUEST HER >

jon snow

sansa stark

( request more!! )

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬;

will byers

jonathan byers

mike wheeler

nancy wheeler

chrissy cunningham

jim hopper

joyce byers

alexei

el

max

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quick note; i will write for jamie campbell bower just request !!

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