#oh my god did i get sick at pride?
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my past three weeks has been the worst series of Bad Luck Encounters ive had ever
teeth are messed up, have three appointments to fix them
Lose my wallet with my metro card, debit card, and ID
lose second metro card, have to get a third
new ID is delayed by 6 weeks
new debit card sent to wrong address
favorite keychain fell off backpack
get yelled at by a homophobic dude on my way coming home from pride
spilled coffee on my new white shirt first time wearing it
caught a cold right before a friend's party
#i have lost the mandate of heaven#oh my god did i get sick at pride?#i took two covid tests and theyre negative so hopefully just a cold...#i should like to mention the teeth thing cost like 3K
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Teenage Dirtbag IX (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)
Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader
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summary: Youâre charmingly spoiled. Youâre too kind for your own good. Youâre the princess of Figure 8 âŠand youâre way out of JJ Maybankâs league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameronâs pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, heâs determined to save you.
Your rescue just comes with a price.
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The first thing you registered was the most painful pounding in your head.
You didnât drink often, and when you did, it certainly was never to the degree that you did last night. Your throat felt scratchy, your mouth felt dry, and your eyes felt tight. However, you felt like that last one had nothing to do with the drinking. Bits and pieces from the previous night came back to you, and you remembered crying into JJâs arms about Rafe.
At the thought of your boyfriend, something tugged at the back of your mind.
You were lying down on an unfamiliar surface, both the fabric beneath you and the smell of the room foreign. It smelled like a mix of weed and ocean water and burnt wood, making your nose twitch, and when you finally peeled your eyes openâŠyou paused.
Kie was knocked out on the chair across from you.
You stared at her for a good while in confusion before it registered that Kie wasnât asleep at your house because you werenât at your house. Your lips parted as you slowly lifted your head, eyes roaming over the inside of a house youâd only been in twice. You were still at John B.âs, and there was that tugging in the back of your mind again, something importantâyet still unknownânagging at you.
Much more awake, now, the rest of the night came back to you.
Youâd drunkenly confessed the true nature of your relationship to JJâsomething you were still conflicted aboutâand heâd kissed you again. You didnât know if it was the kiss or the full weight of your confession hitting you, but you remembered stumbling away. You remembered drinking some more, throwing them back at an alarming rate, and ignoring JJâs concern as he discreetly tried to get you to stop.
You recalled throwing yourself into another drinking game with Sarah and her friends, something that resulted in your head in the toilet. Your attitude had been contagious, Sarah and Cleo and Kie sharing a similar fate. John B. and Pope were high, you werenât trying to listen to a word JJ said, and youâd passed out on the couch.
Youâd passed out on the couch.
You hurriedly sat up at that thought, eyes wide and stomach turning.
Youâd briefly wondered what time it was, but it only now registered that light was bleeding in through the window, and it wasnât the light of the moon. Within seconds your entire body felt overheated, and your heart felt like it was in your throat. Stumbling to your feet, you almost tripped over Sarah on the floor, the loud thud of your foot making her groan.
âOh my God,â you breathed, frantically looking around for your phone.
You heard Sarah mumble something as you rushed around the room before pausing.
Youâd left your phone at Kieâs to make Rafe think you were still over there. You pressed your hand to your mouth, feeling like you were going to be sick, head spinning. It was the next day, and you didnât doubt that you probably had hundreds of missed calls from Rafe, knowing your boyfriend well enough to know he would only call so much before just getting in his truck.
âOh my God,â you mumbled again, and by this point, Sarah was waking up.
âWhat?â she groaned. âWhat time is it?â
Your stomach wouldnât stop jumping, and you frantically blinked back tears.
âI need to call Rafe,â you forced out, trying to not be sick.
Sarah wasnât reacting fast enough for you, sighing and sitting up, blonde hair going every which way.
âWhatâŠ?â
âI need to call Rafe!â
You hadnât meant to sound so shrill, Kie making a noise of disapproval as she was forced to wake up. You didnât even consider that youâd be waking up the whole house, quickly wiping your eyes. Sarah was fully lucid and awake now, hurriedly standing and worriedly eyeing you. She swallowed, pausing for half a second before looking around for her phone.
You only just noticed that JJ was sleeping on the floor closest to John B.âs room, the blond standing as Sarah spotted her phone on the table. You pressed your hands to your face, trying to slow your breathing, but nothing was working. The air felt too thick, and your head felt too spacey, and your fingers wouldnât stop trembling.
âY/NâŠâ
You ignored JJ, snatching Sarahâs phone as she handed it to you.
âHey, Iâll talk to Rafe,â she gently offered. âYou just got drunk and passed out. HeâllâŠâ
You didnât hear the rest of Sarahâs words, quickly making your way outside to the porch. You heard her sigh, Kieâs voice just barely reaching your ears as she asked something. Your hand wouldnât stop shaking as you held it to your mouth, the other pressing Sarahâs phone to your ear. Your back was pressed to the wall as you sat down, knees pulled up onto the bench. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself again, but it was in vain.
âŠbecause Rafe answered on the first ring.
âWhere the hell-?â
âRafeâŠâ
You softly cut him off, swallowing at the silence that met you. Any remnants of a hangover were long gone the moment you realized youâd slept at John B.âs. The fear of what waited for you when you went home had sobered you up, mind going a mile a minute as you wondered what you were thinking last night. Rafe was so quietâyou couldnât even hear him breathingâand you felt a few tears escape.
âRafe-.â
âWhere are you?â
The question was simple enough, but you actually felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of the answer. You briefly closed your eyes, pulling your lip between your teeth.
âIâm with Sarah and Kie and-.â
âI didnât ask you who you were withâŠâ you sank in your seat. âI asked where you were.â
You pressed your fingers to your lips, staring out into John B.âs yard. Your gaze focused on his van as the door opened, Pope scratching his head as he stepped out, and you surmised that he and Cleo had slept in there. Your eyes passed over them and focused on the dock out near the water, memories of what you did out there last night plaguing your thoughts.
âIâm already pissed, soâŠdonât make it worse by having me repeat myself.â
You pressed your hand to your face, fighting back tears and so angry with yourself for screwing up so bad.
âIâm⊠Iâm at John B.âs.â
The immediate disconnect made more tears escape, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You heard someone step outside onto the porchâjoining youâand the silence told you exactly who it was. You didnât acknowledge him, looking away, and you werenât sure why. Heâd already seen you at your worst last night, but last night was different.
Last night you were drunk and running from your problems by chasing a bottle. Today you were sober and ashamed and wholly afraid of what was going to happen. Someone finally knew, but yet you felt no relief. You didnât know how to handle someone else knowing why you were so afraid and quiet, right now.
âIs he coming here?â
JJâs voice was clipped, and you could only nod. Recalling that you had Sarahâs phone, you handed it to him, avoiding his gaze.
âCan you give that back to Sarah?â you sniffed. ââŠand tell her Iâm sorry for snapping like that.â
He didnât respond right away.
âY/NâŠâ
His tone had you shaking your head, looking back out into the yard as Pope and Cleo made their way to the house.
âI donât want to talk about it,â you whispered.
You both greeted them as they went inside the house, and from the corner of your eye, you could see JJ lean in.
âJust let me take you back to Kieâs, and then you can wait for him at home.â
You let out a bitter laugh, nodding.
âHeâs already on his wayâŠâ
That you knew for a fact.
âAs bad as things already are, trust me that itâll be much worse if he gets here, and Iâm gone,â you told JJ, finally meeting his eye.
You couldnât place the look on his face, but you didnât miss the way his jaw clenched as he stared at you. There was a huge elephant in the room between you, and for once, it wasnât the kiss nor your complicated feelings for the blond before you. For two years, youâd been utterly alone in dealing with Rafeâs wrath, and you didnât quite know how to feel at the worry bleeding into JJâs gaze.
âYou should go inside,â you quietly told him with a shrug. âI canât imagine what would happen if he knew you guys were here too.â
JJ looked as if he didnât want to listen to you, but eventually he did, and you were alone again with your thoughts. Even if you wanted to savor the memory of kissing JJ again, you couldnât. The whole thing was tainted beyond belief, and if it werenât for him periodically sleeping in your pool house, you would be sure that youâd never have the chance to see him again after today.
It was some time before you heard the familiar rumble of a truck, and you knew that Rafe had wasted no time and had probably run every stop sign just to get here. You glanced over when Sarah joined you on the porch, gaze apologetic as you stood.
âLet me talk to him,â she offered again. âWhat can he possibly say to a few girls having too much to drink and crashing?â
There was a silent agreement that Rafe couldnât know about the guysâ involvement.
âYouâd be surprised,â was all you said, sighing at Sarahâs pleading look. âThatâs nice of you, Sarah, but I doubt itâll make him feel any better.â
She merely ran her hand through her hair as Rafeâs truck came into view. The sight of it made your heart skip a beat, and the blonde teenager huffed.
âYou know you deserve better, right?â
Her comment threw you, and unsure of how to respond, you only sent her a shaky smile.
âIâm serious,â she sneered, walking outside with you close behind. âHe treats you like he doesnât trust you, and instead of just going to therapyâŠâ
Her words became louder once Rafe opened the driverâs side.
ââŠheâd rather take it out on you.â
âIâm not in the mood, Sarah.â
Rafe was talking to his sister, but you didnât miss the cold look he fixed you with as he approached you. You shuddered when he placed a hand on the back of your neck the moment he reached you, lips grazing your forehead as he leaned in.
ââŠand you really have no reason for that. I took care of your girlfriend just fine,â she told him. âWe just had too much to drink, and we fell asleep.â
Your boyfriend just hummed, pulling away to hold your gaze.
âWas that before or after the movie?â
His question came out low, so you knew that was solely for you, and when you merely pressed your lips together, Rafeâs nostrils flared. His hand was still on your neck as he guided you to the passengerâs side, only making the odd hum here and there as Sarah tried to plead your case. When he closed your door, your gaze traveled to the house, eyes lingering on the window as if you could see JJ inside.
âGive it a rest, Sarah,â you heard Rafe say as he opened his door. âYou donât think I know that you hate her being with me? Hmm?â
There was a heavy pause.
âI think you could treat her better, yes, but⊠You make it seem like Iâm doing these things on purpose, Rafe!â Sarah hissed. âIt was just girls having fun, and we lost track of time! Youâre acting like she committed some grave offense instead of just behaving like a normal twenty-year-old.â
Your boyfriend didnât respond to that, shutting the door in her face, and you reluctantly put on your seatbelt as he started his truck. You leaned your head back as you stared out of the window, savoring the view because this would be the last time youâd ever be on The Cut. At this point, Rafe was never going to let you out of his sight again if he could help it.
Reluctantly, you glanced at him, and your heart sank at the way he absolutely refused to look at you. Even if his knuckles werenât completely white as his fingers clutched the wheel, you could almost feel the negativity radiating off of him. Against your better judgement, you said something.
âRafeâŠâ
You were cautious, unsure of how to proceed.
Youâd never fucked up this bad before.
âRafe, IâŠâ
Your words died in the air when he held a hand up, not sparing you a glance. Mentally preparing yourself for what awaited you, you told yourself not to push your luck, sitting back and turning towards the window.
âPlease, say something.â
You closed the front door behind you as Rafe made his way to the kitchen, basically ignoring you. Sarah was still at John B.âs, Ward was probably out taking care of business, and there was no telling where Rose was. Wheezie was probably the only one home, and you were only mildly sure of that only because she rarely left her room.
âWhy? So you can give me some more excuses for you not coming home?â
You watched him grab a pot, opening the fridge.
âThey wanted to smoke a blunt, and Kie didnât want her parentsâ house smelling like weed.â
It was technically the truth, only you didnât specify who âtheyâ were. Rafe softly laughed to himself, but it was dry, lacking in humor. You watched him place a pack of hot dogs on the counter, filling the pot with water.
âWhy should I believe you?â
His question came out quiet, and you swallowed when he glanced over his shoulder.
âYou left your car and your phone at Kieâs,â he murmured, back facing you again. âAlmost like you wanted me to believe you were somewhere you actually werenât.â
You touched your forehead.
âThatâs not what happened,â you whispered. âWe were in a rush, and I wasnât thinking.â
âConvenient,â you heard him drawl. âJust as convenient as you âknocking out pretty earlyâ the other week too when I went to Charlotte.â
Your heart dropped at that, and you pressed your lips together when Rafe fully turned around, leaning against the counter. He stared you down, and you frowned at him.
âI mean, what are the chances that youâve done this twice, now?â
âRafe-.â
âYou see where my head is at though, right?â he wondered, gently touching his temple. âYou see why Iâm looking at my girlfriend and wondering if sheâs actually a sneaky bitch.â
You flinched at the insult.
ââŠand what if it wasnât even just you girls?â
âRafe,â you started, stepping towards him.
âWhat if John B. and Pope were there? JJ?â he sneered, lip curling over his teeth. âWhat if you and your new little sidekick are lying to me?â
You took a deep breath.
âYou donât believe that,â you whispered. ââŠbecause if you didâŠâ
You threw your hands up.
âWe wouldnât be standing hereâŠtalkingâŠâ
Rafe crossed his arms over his chest, lips downturned as he nodded. He stared at you for a nerve-wracking amount of time, blue eyes intense and unmoving. You didnât know what he was thinking, and that always scared you more than knowing. When he let out a small sigh after some time, you didnât allow yourself to feel relief just yet.
âCome hereâŠâ
Resisting the urge to hesitate, you did. There was no escaping whatever Rafe wanted to do, only prolonging it, and you expected a slap or a harsh tug on your arm or even a hand around your throat. You did not expect, however, his hand in your hair and another on the back of your neck. A pained gasp was all that escaped you, the events happening so fast that you only gathered your thoughts in time to press your hand into the counter.
Your face was hovering above the pot of boiling hot water, the steam and heat hitting your skin and making you wince. Your other hand came up on the other side, pressing into the stovetop, and Rafe only pressed down harder on your head. You cried out in pain as you fought to push against his hand, and Rafe only moved closer.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
You squeezed your eyes shut, the heat making them water.
âItâs interesting how when Iâm around or just around the corner, that phone of yours is glued to your hipâŠas it should beâŠâ
He pushed your face further down, the sound of the bubbling water reaching your ears.
ââŠbut the moment I give you an inch, the moment I try to be nice,â he hissed. ââŠall of a sudden you barely give it a second thought, and you just leave it wherever you told me youâd be.â
âRafe,â you gasped, peeling your eyes open and staring into the hot water.
Your hand slid along the counter, hands clammy from fear and nerves.
âHow fucking convenient,â he spat, pressing harder against the back of your head.
You could feel tears spilling over just as Wheezieâs voice reached your ears from the stairs. Rafe let you go, and you stumbled away from him, backing up into the fridge. Rafeâs entire visage was taut, eyes venomous and jaw ticking as he stared you down. Your eyes were wide, and you tearfully blinked, hurrying to wipe your face just as his youngest sister strode into the kitchen.
She scoffed.
âYouâre not done with the hotdogs yet?â she practically whined. âYou just put them in the water and boil them, Rafe.â
When he looked at her, his face softened some, and he chuckled.
âMy bad, Wheezie,â he smiled. âY/N keeps distracting me.â
They both looked at you, and you swallowed just as she sighed.
âHe owes me hotdogs,â the younger girl told you. âYou can have some too, but neither one of us will get any if he doesnât actually cook them.â
She threw him a look to which he lightly laughed, turning back to the stove. You eyed the pot of hot water, pressing your nails into the counter as you cleared your throat.
âSorry, Wheez,â you breathed. âIâll try to keep him focused.â
Your voice was shaky, and when Rafe simply glanced at you, dropping the hotdogs in the water, you pressed your hand to your cheek, trying to cool your skin down.
You rinsed out your tub with trembling hands, watching the pink water swirl down the drain. You hadnât stopped crying since last night, mostly quiet sniffles the moment Rafe rolled off of you, but you hadnât been able to keep as quiet the moment he left this morning. With one look at the blood on your sheets, you wanted to throw up, but all youâd managed to do was break down.
You couldnât take any more pain killers, so all that was left was a warm Epsom salt bath. It was far from relaxing, your sobs echoing around the bathroom as you scrubbed off semen and blood. One look in the mirror had you flinching, and you were never more grateful that your parents were out of town until Friday because you were sure this was the worst youâd ever looked. To make matters worse, you just knew the discoloration under your eye was only going to darken.
You tied your robe tight around you as you left your bathroom.
Only to stop short at the sight of JJ.
Your eyes were wide at the picture before you, the blond man standing in your bedroom. Your lips parted, and you opened and closed them, unsure of what to say or do. However, you quickly decided on something once you realized that he wasnât even looking at youâŠbut instead the sheets you hadnât managed to pull off the bed.
âJJâŠwhatâŠ?â
You hurried across the room, throwing your comforter over your bed and facing him, gaze questioning. When his blue eye met yours, it wasnât the warm welcome you were used to, and you hoped that he would ignore what he saw, but he didnât. His eyes flitted over your face, drinking you in.
âWhat did he do to you?â he spat, teeth clenched.
You crossed your arms over your chest, looking around him and eyeing your open window.
âDid you break into my room?â
His expression didnât change, and accepting that he was going to ignore your question until you answered his, you sighed.
âI donât want to talk about that, JJ,â you whispered.
âWell, thatâs too fucking bad,â he whispered back, moving closer. ââŠbecause youâre going to, or Iâm telling Sarah.â
You blinked at him, disbelief filling you, and you scoffed. Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes towards the ceiling, falling to sit on the edge of your bed.
âWhat do you think happened?â you tearfully wondered, shrugging. âI screwed upâŠand I will be lucky if I can even go pee in a public restroom without him standing over my shoulder.â
Your lips trembled, and you looked away, tears falling. You could feel the blondeâs eyes on you, and you wiped your face.
âWhat are you doing here, JJ?â you asked in a small voice.
The other guy moved closer, looking down at you, and you swallowed under his scrutiny.
âAfter the other night and yesterday morning, I had⊠I had to make sure thatâŠâ
He trailed off, no point in finishing because it was visibly obvious that you werenât okay.
âI saw when you both came home last night, and I climbed up as soon as he left this morning,â he continued. âI really wanted you to be okay.â
His tone sounded defeated, and you wiped your face again. When he touched your face, you winced, and you didnât miss the way his nostrils flared. You couldnât stop yourself from leaning into his hand, eyes falling closed when his other hand gently found a home on the back of your head, pushing you to rest your forehead against his torso.
âWhere is he?â he asked, voice hard.
âHe went to the club with Kelce and Topper,â you murmured. âHeâll be calling every hour or so.â
The âor soâ was to keep you on your toes. It was late into the night when he drove you to Kieâs, closely hovering as you got both your phone and your car, truck tailgating you the entire drive home. The moment youâd made it inside of your house, youâd been pushed onto the floor. What commenced was just a blur of harsh kicks and harsh words, and a manhandled journey up the stairs.
The moment Rafe got you into your room, heâd wasted no time in tearing at every article of clothing you had on. Every actionâevery thrustâwas done with the sole purpose to punish you. You hadnât meant to screamâyou rarely did anymoreâbut it had just hurt so bad that you couldnât help it. When JJ pulled you to your feet, you curiously eyed him.
He said nothing to you as he pulled your sheets off of your bed, throwing them into a pile on the floor. The look he gave you held a silent question, and you pointed to your closet. You wrapped your arms around yourself as he grabbed a clean set, fixing them on your bed for you, and you felt your throat tighten.
âJJ, you donât have toâŠâ
You trailed off when he looked over his shoulder at you before continuing the task. When he was done, he moved closer to you, gently taking your arms. He stared at your face with a frown before exhaling.
âYou not wanting me to tell Sarah or anyone about this is crazy,â he forced out, jaw ticking. ââŠbut I get it, now. I understand that heâllâŠâ
JJ took a deep breath.
âI get whatâs at stake,â he whispered, eyes looking between yours. ââŠbut you canât tell me to sit back and do nothing. Thatâs the tradeoff. You want me to keep quiet, then you let me be here for you.â
You understood where JJ was coming from, and you looked down. Asking JJ to keep quiet about Rafeâs abusive nature was asking a lot, and expecting the younger blond not to worry or help or be there for you in whatever way was asking for even more. It wasnât really fair, and you reluctantly nodded.
You sat back down on your bed when he left your bedroom, and your mind spun over the predicament you found yourself in. DidâŠdid you have two boyfriends? Is that what JJ was? Or was he simply the guy who treated you well and snuck into your bedroom and kissed you sometimes? It wasnât right, but then again, the whole situation wasnât right.
No, you shouldnât be cheating on Rafe, but Rafe also shouldnât be hitting you and raping you and hurting you in whatever manner he could whenever he wanted. JJ treated you good, proven in the way he returned upstairs with something cold heâd found in your freezer. His gaze was apologetic as he gently pressed it to your face, and you were unable to stop yourself from wincing.
When JJ sat down next to you, he tugged on you until you were lying down in his lap, looking up at him as he gazed down at you. His free arm made itself comfortable around your waist, and you reached down to cover his hand with yours. You were so used to Rafeâs treatment that you paid no mind to the dull ache between your legs, just thinking about when JJ kissed you again the other night.
It was the last thing that needed to be on your mind, and you closed your eyes.
âYou canât stay long, JJ,â you murmured.
You heard him sigh, although it sounded more like a huff.
âYeah, I know.â
You felt your eyes burn.
âI donât think Iâll be going to The Cut again,â you said. âI kind of ruined that.â
You felt and heard JJ lean down, and when his lips brushed over your swollen ones, you opened your eyes. When he pulled away, the blond held your gaze, expression thoughtful.
âThatâs okay,â he eventually said. âYou donât have to to see them. Weâll find a way, andâŠâ
He took your hand with his free one.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he whispered to you. âYou know exactly where to find me.â
Your chest felt warm at that, and you found yourself eyeing his lips. When he leaned down again, you closed your eyes, ignoring how conflicted you felt. You couldnât go on like this forever, but JJ and his possible place in your future wasnât something you wanted to think about. In the moment, after being brutally raped by your boyfriend, you just wanted to feel good.
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could you be more obvious? l MV1
a/n: thissss is based on a request I got and ofc I added the Verstappen twins <3 this is messy Iâm sorry but Iâm on a writing mood
summary: you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.
Max being crowned world champion for the third time was something that made your skin buzz with excitement, a knot form in your throat seeing everything heâs achieved and the pride and satisfaction of knowing that every single person on the team had his back, was definitely one of the best sights.
But for Luca and Mila Verstappen, their papa being champion again time wasnât exactly a big deal⊠they knew it was important because there were lots of fireworks and special tshirts, but they were born watching Max a champion, they only knew him as such.
what, like itâs a big deal?
They didnât say it, but you knew thatâs what was on their mind.
That was the reason why both Max and you decided to not bring the twins to Qatar, especially with the high temperatures and Lucaâs history of getting sick during Grand Prix weekends, they were more than happy to stay with auntie Vic while you got ready to celebrate your husband.
And God, did you celebrate him.
Without the twins, the gin and tonics kept coming, the sloppy make out session on the VIP area of the club as if you were teenagers again, his front pressed against your back as he tried to impress you with his best moves, only to earn a couple of drunken giggles and peck on the lips.
Things were starting to quiet down, lots of people had already left to their hotel room, but you and Max were on a world of your own, with you sitting on top of him, but the moment you started feeling his lips ghosting against your neck, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your hip.
and you knew it was time to go.
Bahrain, 2024
Max didnât remember being so excited for race day. Yes, he was anxious for the new season, but the highlight of his day was seeing you getting ready, a loose blouse and white jeans accentuating the noticeable belly of six months of pregnancy, which was a complete surprise to everyone.
You entered the paddock through the main entrance, with photographers everywhere and Kym Ilman greeting your family, because the scene was worth more than a couple thousand likes on Instagram: you were holding Milaâs hand who in return was holding Lucaâs, while Max walked with his arm protectively around your belly.
The twins werenât exactly thrilled about the idea of having a baby brother or sister, a fact they made clear by asking every day if there was any chance to stop the baby from coming home eventually, telling you and Max that they were more than okay having the cats. Sadly, they were the only ones
âNo! No! No! Is that why you went MIA on social media? Oh my God look at this bump! Congratulations you two,â Lily let go of Alexâs hand to give you a tight hug as Alex congratulated Max with a couple of pats on the back.
The scene repeated itself with most drivers on the grid, who didnât ask how far along you were, but were able to deduce the situation. UntilâŠ
âHow far along are you?â Charles asked you as he held Luca on his arms, letting him mess with his hair.
You blushed and Maxâs chest puffed as if he has been waiting for the question. âIâm a couple of days away from the six months mark,â
Charles looked as if he was doing a very specific and difficult math problem as his girlfriend, Alexandra, stares at him with a faint blush on her cheeks, probably since she has always been more reserved around you because she was younger, but she was impatiently waiting for her boyfriend to catch on the situation.
âThis is a 2023 season baby?â Charles asked.
âLooks like it,â Max answered with a smug smile on his face, but in reality it was an excited grin which reached his blue eyes.
âNoâŠâ Charles jaw dropped and had to put Luca on the floor.
âNo what?â Max counter asked, even if he knew the answer. This time he started drawing mindless shapes on the clothes over your swollen stomach.
âMax⊠is this your championship child?â Charles whispered, shocked.
âWhat can I say? Winning on and off the track!â
And Charles almost passed out as both you and Max laughed, beaming while interlacing your fingers over your belly, knowing cameras wouldnât catch you there.
user1: Max knocked y/n up the night of the third championship change my mind
user2: Max Verstappen pulled a k-mag and I respect that
user3: do we know the birthday of the verstappen twins? Asking for a friend
user4: y/n and max will have a full kindergarten if they have a kid every time he wins the championshipđ
user5: are we really surprised after those videos leaked of max squeezing her ass while they were celebrating the 3rd wdc
user6: if the maths are mathing this baby will be born around the Monaco gp. GODS PLAN
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Sylus, who youâve finally caught. <NSFW>
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Dom/Sub themes. Sylus is enough of a warning? Degradation, edging, porn without plot, spit, teasing, pet names (sweetie, doll), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), slapping, mean Sylus (when is he not?), reader does NOT get to finish.
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âIâm warning you.â Sylus hissed, wrist bound together by the cuffs he had gotten for you. More times then youâd like to admit, Sylus has dominated you in every aspect. Not only was his ego thriving, but you were the one paying for it. So of course with your sweet smile and an innocent bat of your lashes, you were somehow able to trick him into this position.
On his knees, hands behind his back, hair a complete mess, and that beautiful leather choker he kept around his sensitive neck. How could you resist doing a little teasing? A tiny whip in your hand that you used to trace all his most prominent features, a tiny whip that he used on you. Frustrated was an understatement, as he continued to warn you over and over only to get slick retorts.
âYou? Warning me?â You repeated, tone laced with confidence that felt like daggers wounding Sylusâ pride. âIâm not the one on my knees right now, am I?â You said with a dry laugh, used specifically to mock Sylus in all the wrong (right) ways that got his blood pumping in every section of his toned out body.
He rolled his dark red eyes, just itching to rip these cuffs off and- Oh. A playful kitten never knows when to stop. His eyes dipped down to see your shoe pressed firmly against his aching cock, rubbing small tantalizing circles around his tip. Sylus was embarrassed by the groan that was dragged from his throat, eyes meeting yours in defiance. âThis how you treat me, after I saved-â
âKidnapped.â You corrected, pressing down harder. You used to leather whip to trace his jawline, then using it to lightly tap his face over and over again and god was it hurting his pride. âDoes it matter if youâre well fed, clothed, and sheltered?â Sylus bit back, tilting his head to the side a bit as his eyes refused to me your own. âIâd watch your tone if I were you.â You whisper, your breath ghosting over his ear just enough to send a shiver down his spine. If he knew any better, heâd say you were out for blood.
Sylus couldnât help but roll his eyes though, you were terrible at being the dominant one. âYouâre holding it wrong, and itâs better to used the heel of your boot. Not the tip, silly girl.â He commented, even though he wasnât in a place to talk right now. He couldnât help but correct your every move, even when he was bound he was still mean. âIâll- Shut up!â You ordered, already getting frustrated with his commentary. Sylus let out a cold chuckle, a smirk pn his face that was quickly wiped off the moment you kicked him onto his back.
âIâm so sick of you- your attitude, your voice, your eyes.â You ranted, on and on, all while findinf your way onto his lap. You sat prettily on his pelvis, your hand finding its way to the bulge in his pants. God. Not only was he an asshole, but he was gifted. He was massive, with veins you had practically memorized at this point. He let out a almost heavenly moan, and you couldâve sworn you saw a halo right above his head. You blinked, only to be reminded that he was actually the reincarnation of Satan himself. âMmh, yeah.. just like that, sweetie..â
And for some reason, you actually listened to that soft and seductive voice that did wonders for you. You let out a small breath, continuing to rub him through his black slacks. Pace quickening, breathing getting heavier, if this was hell then you wouldnât mind staying for another hundred years. Too lost in his deep red eyes to even notice the evol he used to unlock those pesky cuffs. Only when you felt his hand on your lower back did you become aware of the situation you were in. âSy-â
âCalm down, sweetie. Might give yourself a heart attack.â He chuckled.
âWhen did you- wait!â You gasped, feeling his other hand slip under your skirt without a single care. It was almost like this was an everyday occurrence for him. When you tried to put up a fight, he simply switched positions, using his free hand to pin yoir wrist against the hard floor. âLet me go!â You shouted, only to be met by a scoff. âGirl, please.â He hissed, using his evol to bring the cuffs to your wrist and lock them shut. Biggest mistake? Not begging for mercy sooner. If God wouldnât strike you down; Sylus definitely would.
Now on the nth round of getting pounded, you can barely even focus on the man putting you to work. It was painful, getting pushed so close to the edge only to be stopped over and over. Your cunt was practically throbbing at every shallow thrust he gave to you. He pushed your head into the ground with one hand, and used his other hand to rub quick circles on your poor clit. âSo- Sorry! âm sorry, Sylu-us!â You whined, atching your back to try and get away from his fingers on your clit.
âYeah? So sorry.. babyâs so sorry..â Sylus mocked, taking his hand off your head and using it to bring your hips back to his. âWhereâs this pussy goinâ, huh? Donât run from it sweetie. You can- haa.. take it. Take. It.â For the most part, you wouldâve believed him if your knees werenât shaking from the pleasure. Before you could even blink properly you were thrown onto the bed, pillow slipped under your lower back, and kegs thrown over his broad shoulders. He used his evol in such filthy ways, holding your legs over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your abused cunt, not even taking his time as he slammed into you.
You let out a pitiful squeal, toes curling as his evol disappeared, giving you a moment to rest your legs before he pulled them up again. He placed small kisses on your toes, feet, ankles, then your calfs. All with that sinful smile on his face and god- he used his evol in such filthy ways. âNo.. ple.. please..â You begged, but all fell on deaf ears as he used his evol to lift your hips off the bed, keeping your helpless and unable to run away.
âSweetie, you wanna cum? Yeah.. I know you do.. Look at me.. yeah, thatâs it, baby..â He praised, only for a moment beofre he leaned closer to your face- only to spit on you like a whore. You let out a small whine, but your protest quickly turned to lewd moans. Sylus could be so sweet at times, especially when rearranging your guts. Other times, he could look you in your eyes and call you a filthy sellout slut. Seeing that cut pout on your face, he couldnât help but tease you. Quickening his thrust, pushing deeper into you until you were screaming, just to tell you to shut up.
âTake it, hey, look at me.â He ordered, and when you didnât listen, his palm found your face in a few quick slaps. âI said look at me, slut. Iâm talking to you.â He scowls, tiltinf his head to the side to get a better look at your fucked out expression. When he gets no response again, he lets out a small huff, that soon turns into a demeaning chuckle. He can see your orgasam on the tip of your tongue. Back lifted off the bed, legs held tightly together and slung over his shoulder, and that beautiful look you had on your face. He almost felt bad. Almost.
Just as you started letting out higher pitched moans, nails started digging into the satin sheets- only then did he feel his ego restoring to what it once was. âSy- mmh! Sto-op- oh god.. oh god!â You whimpered, broken moans escaping your sweet mouth that spat such vile venom. âThere is no god, sweetie. Not.. mhp- with me a-around.â Sylus stuttered. He was ashamed to admit that your beautiful pussy was forcing groans and gasps out his body, ones he could not control.
Just when you reached your limit- he pulled out. Jacking himself off for a few seconds before releasing all over your stomach. You let out an unsatisfied groan of frustration, brows furrowing as you looked at him. âI was- I was so close, Sylus..â You muttered, and you swore you saw a pair of horns when you looked up at him.
âI never said you could cum yet. Only good girls get filled.â Sylus said, casually getting off the bed and wrapping a towel around his waist. âWhere are you going?!â You reached out, pulling your hand back at the last second as he turned his head to glance at you. He looked almost confused for a moment, wondering why you were even talking to him. âTo my room..?â He said before just walking out.
What an asshole.
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Hey there! I was wondering if I could request a cute little Loki x reader oneshot where Loki and reader just has a baby together and Loki is kinda like showing off how cute their baby is and how proud of reader he is??đ and maybe heâs like bragging and reader is kinda eavesdropping and giggling?
thank you :D
Daddyâs girl
Comfort
Loki never thought he could be any happier after being with you but to his utter surprise everything changed when you gave birth to the bundle of joy.
He caressed the soft chubby cheek of his baby girl, she was curiously watching him with her big green eyes, a trait he was very proud of passing off but still very pleased that everything else came from your side.
She had just woken up from her nap, not hungry and her diaper just changed, enjoying the attention her daddy was giving her.
"Arenât you the most gorgeous being I have ever seen" he kissed her forehead and walked out to the area where everyone was waiting to meet the new little princess.
Wanda hurried to be the first to hold her and squealed happily at the awaken baby "Oh great heavens she looks beautiful, the most precious little thing"
The other surrounded Wanda to take a look at the little girl, Loki felt a heave pang of pride as he heard everyone complement his baby.
His little one, the one you graced him of bringing to this world.
"She takes after her mother, a beautiful strong and delicate flower she will grow up to be"
The baby girl cooed at the many people staring at her adoringly, clearly enjoying all the attention and being the center of everyoneâs conversation.
"And this right here is all you Loki, attention seeker" Natasha chuckled.
Loki grinned mischievously "And doing it with the most adorable little face, what can I say? Sheâs her daddyâs girl"
"Oh my god letâs hope you donât inherit your daddyâs mischief behavior now" Wanda booped the babyâs nose.
The baby girl smiled softly, showing her little dimples, everyone awed at the sight before handing her back to Loki.
He looked adoringly down at her "Iâm so happy you are finally here my little princess, my dove did a wonderful job of taking care of you inside her, Iâm so proud and I hope you know, you will be loved to bits just like your dear mother" he whispered to his baby, unknowingly to him that you were standing near the doorway, hearing everyone word and clenching your chest in pure bliss with the stupidest grin on your face.
And maybe just maybe when time is right youâll let him live the same feeling again, but for now, he can enjoying showing off your baby and dotting on you till you get sick of it.
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scooby snacks
eddie x reader
you accidentally eat some of eddieâs very special brownies
i love edibles. i love scooby doo. i love eddie. can you tell. warnings: weed obviously, vomit but no graphic description, wrote this a long long time ago been sitting in my drafts so not too sure what else sorryyyyy đ«¶đ»
âvoila!â eddie whispered to himself, beaming down with pride at his creation. he passed on doing a taste test as he knew the guys would get pissy if they turned up & he was already stoned. plus he didnât know exactly just how strong they were. that was the purpose after all, stronger than usual. gareth had been complaining for weeks that he was âbuilding a toleranceâ and wanted to âtrip ballsâ without taking the hard stuff. eddie scoffed at that of course but came through with some pretty sweet brownies anyway. he left them out to cool on the kitchen counter before jumping in the shower.
after knocking on eddieâs door and getting no answer, you let yourself in.
âeddie?â you called out clocking that the weird fuzzy noise was water running.
âin the shower baby, iâll be out in a secâ he called back. both a pro and con of living in a trailer: thin walls.
âooh!â you raised your brows excitedly at the freshly baked batch of brownies on the side. eddie bakes? who knew! you helped yourself to a small corner slice, after taking a bite you sorta understood why heâs never baked for you before. it tasted kinda funny. but the kind of funny where you had to keep taking another bite to figure out if it actually did taste funny or not. two and a half brownies later, eddie surfaced from the bathroom.
âhey!- oh. oh god, babe!â his face switched from a sweet smile to deer caught in headlights as soon as he locked in on the face full of brownie.
â âm sorry they jush looked shoh good and iâm tryna figure out what the shecret ingredient isâ you mumbled through heavy chews.
âthat would be potâ his eyes stayed at full screen as he gently pressed his hands to the brownie, lowering the rest of it from your lips.
âoh, iâve had these before itâs fine! i thought they tasted kinda funky, i should have guessedâ you stayed blissfully unaware and calm, wiping the crumbs off the side of your mouth while eddieâs heart was going at 100 mph. his eyes darted from the tray, to your face, to the tray, to your face then back to the tray.
âand youâve had three of these?â his nervous voice matched his face.
âtwo and a half, technicallyâ you continued to grin innocently.
âdo you, by any chance, perhaps recall gareth complaining about how the usual stuff just wasnât touching the sides for him anymore?â eddie did this thing where he used a lot of unnecessary words when he was nervous. you chuckled at his little habit peaking through and answered with a subtle eye roll âyesâ.
âwell⊠these were made with him in mind. extra strong. like, should probably just start with a quarter of a slice strongâ he delicately placed his hands on the side of your arms. there was silence for a while. a painfully long while. you focused on the feeling of it sitting in your stomach.
âwell this isnât goodâ you responded with a straight but calm face.
âno, no itâs notâ you both continued to stand very still. you couldnât tell if it was kicking in already or if you were just prematurely paranoid.
âi should probably sit downâ you broke the statuesque silence, eddie guided you to his sofa as if you were his 89 year old grandmother.
âiâll get you some waterâ he immediately sprung up again after sitting you down.
you probably should have been more nervous than you were. not eddieâs level of panic but somewhere in the middle. weed had only ever given you a slight buzz and the giggles, surely there couldnât be irredeemably dire consequences. eddie was running around looking for a bucket just in case you were sick and anything else you might need while you stared into space.
after a while, you could hear eddie talking to you⊠but every other noise in the world appeared just as loud and 10x more important.
âoh fuck here we goâ eddie caught onto your darkening eyes and droopy muscles. heâd looked after you when you were sick, drunk and stoned. this was about to be his ultimate test.
âyou know,â you started but got cut off by how dry your mouth was. âyour place has always smelled good. it smells like boy, but YOU boy. good eddie boy youâ you blinked what felt like 900 times but it really really wasnât.
âoh yeah?â eddie smiled slightly, his panic dying down a smidge as he was amused. he handed you a glass of water recognising the signs all too well.
âthank you thatâs brilliantâ you took the glass and chugged.
âslow down sailor you donât wanna make yourself pukeâ eddie suppressed a grin, pushing the bucket closer to your feet just in case.
âdo you think sailors get land sick? like, if theyâre so used to being at sea would that make them get sick from not wobbling about on a boat?â your brow knotted with concern as eddieâs shoulders bobbed up and down. âwobbling. wobble. wobbly wobbly wobbleâ you started to amuse yourself with a slight slur of the pronunciation while eddieâs giggles turned into hearty laughter.
âthatâs an amazing question that i unfortunately donât have the answer forâ he rubbed a brewing tear of laughter from his face and stared adoringly at your hazed state.
âsince when do you not know everything? you know everything ever, actually. you always have an answerâ you responded with upmost seriousness. on a normal day, that might have come off as condescending. but weirdly, it gave eddie a huge confidence boost as he could tell you were being completely genuine.
âi know what goes on in your brain, not sailors iâm afraid. iâll try do better in the futureâ he petted your head like a dog and ruffled your hair. god, it felt amazing. like a head massage worthy of 10 million dollars.
âwhat am i thinking right now?â you continued to slur, smiling into his touch.
âmcdonaldâs probably, though it might be a bit early for that stageâ he continued to massage your head, fantasising about how good it probably felt from your perspective. you may as well have been purring like a cat.
âmcdonaldâsâŠâ you whispered not even almost comprehending what that word meant. until approximately 15 seconds after it sunk in. âMCDONALDâS!â you attempted to spring up but in real time just un-slumped your shoulders and opened your eyes wide. eddie did his biggest grin yet and handed you back the glass of water.
âiâll get the guys to pick some up on their way over. stay right hereâ he kissed you on the forehead and made his way to the phone.
âuhhh gareth iâm gonna need you to bring one of everything from mcdonaldâs on your way hereâ eddie didnât even wait for gareth to say hello when he picked up the phone.
there was a sigh.
ââŠhow many did she eatâ garethâs spidey senses tingled.
âenough. too much actually, iâm in for a long-â
âHIIIIIII GARETHHHHH,â you appeared out of fucking nowhere. âNUGGETS?â why use a full sentence after all? just saying NUGGETS at the man would obviously do the trick.
âcoming right up scoobâ eddie could hear his smirk through the phone. âand what would you like shaggy?â
âdrop deadâ eddie responded through a smile. ââŠcheeseburger and fries pleaseâ
by the time the guys reached eddieâs trailer, you were in silent mode. your vision was fuzzy, skin felt like velcro, cotton mouth was in full swing, there was a constant ringing in your ear and blinking was becoming an actual task. eddie was starting to get concerned but found comfort in knowing food was on its way. unfortunately eddie opened the door to an unwelcome surprise.
ânoâ was all he said when he met eyes with dustin & mike.
âwhat?â jeff asked holding 2 bags of mcdonaldâs, slurping from a straw sticking out of one.
âthey canât be here, theyâre 12â eddie spoke about the two as if they couldnât hear.
âweâre 15!â they said in unison.
âno!â he said again, using his body to block the doorway.
ânuggets?â you attempted to shout from the couch but it came out as a dry whisper. only eddie heard.
âhand over the foodâ he compromised the barricade by putting one arm out.
âidiot!â gareth barged through the small opening using his bag of food as a battering ram.
ânuggets!â you said just as quietly but with a smile this time.
eddie clambered onto the couch you were sitting on to place the brownies on the top shelf before swiftly turning to dustin & mike, gripping their shoulders tight.
âiâm not supplying class bâs to a bunch of freshmen. its bad enough that sheâs out of action,â without looking, he pointed behind to your melting body. âi actually wanna get out of this town alive and not shot dead by mrs wheeler, okay?â dustin and mike stared blankly, wide eyed but blankly.
âyou do know iâm taller than you-â mike broke his gaze to point to the brownies on the shelf.
âARE WE CLEAR?â eddie interrupted, gripping them tighter.
âyes eddie!â they stuttered together.
âgoodâ eddie smiled, brushing them down.
âNUGGETS?â you actually shouted this time behind them, still slumped on the couch. eddie did an almost balletic 180 turn to face you, face softening immediately.
âcoming right up princessâ
dustin & mike got a slap on the back of their heads for giggling at the pet name.
15 nuggets, a large portion of fries and half of eddieâs burger later, everyone was starting to loosen up a bit. gareth & jeff saved their food for later so they could feel the full effect, eddie wouldnât even consider getting stoned before youâd got through the worst of it and the freshmen were just happy to be there. they thought eddie was soooooo cool, yet here he was. babysitting you. being responsible⊠he thought his street cred was over. but they admired him more, deep down.
âfeeling better scoob?â gareth was starting to get giggly and watching you devour a milkshake without breathing definitely fuelled it.
âwho..â you remembered to breathe. âis scoob?â back to slurping with no remorse.
âi donât know lets ask shaggyâ he threw the screwed up bag at eddie.
âdoes that make you velmaâ eddie threw it back in return.
âdustin is velma, iâm daphneâ he flipped his imaginary long ginger hair. dustin and mike shared a confused yet amused glance.
âdoes⊠does that make me⊠fred?âŠ.â jeff skipped giggle phase and landed straight in deep thought mode.
âaww theyâre girlfriend boyfriend!â dustin and mike teased, making kissy faces at them.
âOHHHH, SCOOBY DOO!! i get it nowâŠâ you nodded into your milkshake. everyone laughed. you didnât understand why. âdustin is totally velmaâ
everyone was arguing about lord of the rings when eddie noticed youâd gone quiet. not just staying out of it quiet, but not even going to laugh at how silly the situation was quiet.
âhey sweet,â eddie said quietly so only you could hear. you tried to move your head up to look at him but it didnât work. âtoo many scooby snacks?â he gestured to all the empty food boxes at your feet.
âmmhâ was all you could manage. he then noticed youâd gone green. without saying a word he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom, telling dustin only with his eyes what the situation was. dustin suggested they all go to the park, gareth & jeff too gone to realise eddie had carried you across the room. eddie placed you down in front of the toilet and held your hair in a makeshift ponytail, rubbing your back. you were there for a while. eddie was impressed it took this long, he thought you were hard as fucking nails. when it was all out your system he hooked his arm under your shoulders and propped you up on the sink. taking your special eddieâs trailer tooth brush he cleaned you up with a smile. he always did everything with a smile when it came to you, no matter how gross it may seem from the outside. he knew youâd be mortified when you properly came round but seeing you this vulnerable, being your sole caretaker, was weirdly his happy place. you did it for him all the time, he loved, ADORED returning the favour.
picking you up bridal style once again, he carried you to his bedroom. after placing you down as carefully as possible and moving you onto your side, he ran back to the couch to fetch the bucket & water.
âezâ you attempted to call for him for the 0.5 seconds he was out the room. that was âedâsâ in your mind.
âiâm here, iâm hereâ he crouched down to face you after placing everything down.
âar ou g wa?â you werenât even sure what you tried to say then. but eddie deciphered it.
âiâm not going anywhere sweetheart,â he swiped his thumb over your sweaty brow. âclose your eyesâ he whispered before kicking off his shoes and gently getting in bed behind you, tucking you into his frame.
âove ouâ
âlove you tooâ he kissed your ear and stroked your hair until you fell asleep.
the next morning you woke up to the smell of coffee right under your nose. opening your eyes, you discovered a steaming cup on the bedside table and a distant clatter that can only be eddie getting frustrated in the kitchen. rubbing your eyes you sipped from the mug and shuffled closer to the noise.
âmorningâ you muttered, feeling very groggy.
âgood afternoon!â eddie popped out from behind a cabinet door, hair in a bun with a wooden spoon in his mouth. âdo you know how many times iâve reheated that? i kept having to check you were still alive!â he giggled to himself, removing the spoon from his mouth to give you a big kiss on the forehead.
âhow long was i out?â you grabbed eddieâs wrist to check his watch. âITâS FOUR THIRTY?â you tapped at his watch thinking it would tell you something different if you kept attacking it.
âgareth woke up in the park today, you should be grateful you had a bed to sleep in!â eddie tucked your hair behind your ears, laughing. âshit!â he noticed his mac & cheese burning.
âiâm never eating mystery baked goods ever againâ you thousand yard stared over the brim of your coffee
âserves you right, doll!â he winced at the too hot mouthful but continued to shovel more in. âanyway,â placing the saucepan down, he climbed onto the couch to retrieve the brownies. âitâs my turnâ he grinned.
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Christmas with the Grimes'
(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,675
Warnings: 18+ for real. NSFW, some angst, fingering, hickeys, grinding, light choking/hair pulling? I need Rick Grimes so bad
Chapter 3: In your dreams
âSo then Martian Man defeats the evil robot, except the robot was actually his half-brother the whole time, so he gets really sad at the end of issue #4. Then in #5 he-â Carl was giving you the entire lore behind his new comic book, and you put on your best listening face, while Judith tapped on her phone, having already heard this. Except you werenât really listening whatsoever. Your mind was in a frenzy of activity. Did he see? Does he know? Who are you kidding, of course he knows. Your face was still red with embarrassment since the incident half an hour ago. If only Carl and Judith werenât expecting you, youâd have hidden under Rickâs blanket for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of winter break, but whoâs to say?
You wanted to punch him in his stupid handsome face for making you feel like this. Either punch or kiss. Maybe both. That look Rick gave you, you couldnât get it out of your head. It was nearly a smirk, but more subtle and prideful. Like he knew what he would catch you doing. He knew how you felt. You were petrified to see him again. â...and I havenât read the new comic yet, but I heard itâs supposed to be pretty good! Do ya wanna borrow it when I'm done?â Carl questioned. You snapped out of your daze. âOh! Yes, totally. Thanks,â You replied. Judith got up from Carlâs twin bed, where she lounged, âAlright Carl, itâs my turn with y/n. You read your new comic til dinner.â With the word âdinnerâ you felt your stomach twist unpleasantly, your mind on the verge of implosion. With a whine of âAlriiight,â Carl sat down at his little desk and began poring over the pages.Â
Judith led you down the opposite hallway towards her bedroom. As you followed, you passed the only other bedroom in the house. The door was slightly ajar. You heard the floorboards creak underneath him as he padded around the room. Rick was putting away laundry, sloppily folding pants and shirts, and didnât notice your quick passing. Or at least he didnât show it. You had lingered back just slightly, but thankfully Judith didnât notice as you caught right back up with her. âOkay, so Iâm right down the hall from you if you need anything. Itâll be weird not sharing a room, right?â she said as she entered her bedroom. âOh yeah, super weird. What am I going to do without your snoring lulling me to sleep?â you mocked. âYou know you love it,â she said, plopping on her bed. Judith's room was adorned with fading pink floral wallpaper, posters, sports trophies, books, and photos. âAnyways this is my room, it clearly hasn't been updated since 2010 but itâs still a vibe,â Judith said. You picked up a photo from her bookshelf. It appeared to be from a high school dance, as Judith wore what could only be considered the ugliest, most ruffled, unflattering dress in the world, and was holding hands with a gawky teenage boy. Both Judith and the boy awkwardly smiled for the photo, turning out more like grimaces with mouths full of braces. âIt is totally still a vibe,â you said turning back to her with the picture, containing your laughter. âFuck off!â she cried, jumping up and snatching the photo from you as you burst out in giggles, âWe all make mistakes, it was sophomore year for god's sake,â she said. âI am begging you. Please bring that back to the dorms with us. Please! It can be my Christmas presentâ you choked out in between laughter, sitting at her desk. Judith gazed at the photo, âI canât believe I made out with him that nightâ she said. âOh god, please noâ you responded in horror. âI think our braces got stuck togetherâ she pondered. âPLEASE youâre gonna make me sickâ you laughed, covering your ears. Judith snorted and placed it back on the shelf, âHold on, youâre gonna die when you see this. I think I have it in here,â she said, as she looked hurriedly through her bookshelf. She pulled out a photo album, âHere!â she exclaimed, flipping through the pages. She landed on one and handed it to you, âTalk about bad Prom pictures.â
It was another prom photo, but it appeared to be from the late 80s/early 90s. A tall thin brunette woman grinned widely, almost painfully, at the camera, her dress clearly a hand-me-down from the mid-80s. She held awkwardly at arm's length a man who looked a year or two older. He wore a suit with a ruffle on the collar, which also screamed hand-me-downs. If it werenât for those eyes, you wouldn't have even recognized Rick Grimes. He looked much less self-assured, maybe even nervous, and probably 10 years younger than the photo you had seen of him in the hallway. âThe fucking posing gets me every time, look at my mom's faceâ Judith laughed. Your stomach started to hurt. âThat's your mom?â you questioned. âYeah,â Judith replied, âThe whole photo albumâs pictures of her. We made it right after she died as like a commemorative therapy type-thing. Flip through it,â She suggested as she began unzipping her suitcase. You turned the pages slowly. Rick was in many of the photos, but most prominently featured was Mrs. Grimes. You didnât even know her name. Judiths mom. Ricks wife. The anxious knots in your stomach seemed to tighten more and more. âIâm gonna go lay down.â You stated, hurriedly standing, leaving the photo album on the desk. Judith looked up at you from her suitcase with a hint of concern. âIâm just â tired. Iâll let you unpack,â you added. âOkay,â Judith shrugged. You began to leave, âOh and I think dinnerâs at 7!â she mentioned. Your stomach did flips, but you gritted your teeth, âOkay!â
You shut your bedroom door behind you and climbed into bed, wrapping the covers around yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 5 pm. Your mind was racing. You felt sick with anxiety. Were you a bad person? Are you imagining this all? Every look, or brush of the hands. Were you convincing yourself of something that isn't really there? He's a grown married man. What about Judith? Were you going to ruin the best friendship youâd ever had? Have you already ruined it? Rick knew. He must think youâre a freak. A nuisance. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? You couldnât stop the tornado of thoughts in your mind as you drifted off into a fretful slumber.
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You chopped the large bar of dark chocolate into messy chunks, sneaking a few slivers into your mouth now and then. The kitchen around you was endless, spanning into a vague sea of warm glowing nothingness. In fact, there really was no kitchen at all. Just the kitchen island, where you stood, chopping the chocolate bar. Perhaps you were making cookies. Yes, that's what it was: you were chopping the chocolate bar to put into chocolate chunk cookies. You were content, humming to yourself. Maybe this is all you ever did. It was bright and beautiful and heavenly familiar. Two arms snaked their way around your waist, another familiar feeling, Rick's hips to your back as he held you tightly. You breathed deeply at the sensation, lolling your head back to rest on his chest. He stole a tiny piece of chocolate from your cutting board and slipped it into his mouth. You could feel his belt buckle pressing against your skin, leaving an indentation. His heartbeat reverberated through your body as if you were one, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. Wordlessly he dipped his head down, so close you felt his breath against your neck, you could smell the chocolate, his beard slightly scratching you. You dropped your knife and gripped the counter tightly as you felt his lips ever-so-slightly brush against your throat, neck, and ear sequentially. Almost like he was inhaling you. Searching for the right spot. He hesitated, making you wait. His hands gripped you tightly to him. Almost possessive, like you were his. One slowly traveled completely around your waist to the other side, pinning you to him while the other slid down. His palm was stretched wide, his fingertips brushing past where your thigh connects to your hips. The proximity of his hand to where you wanted so badly to be touched was enough to make you let out a little whine. His grip settles on your pelvis bone as he pulls you to him somehow even tighter. You communicated without words, begging him for more. Anything. He slowly lowered his lips to the side of your neck, leaving a feather-light kiss that sent shivers through your body. You pressed your hips back into him impatiently, needing more. He held your hips in place, his grasp verging on slightly painful. But it felt so good. He lightly kissed your neck again, near your jaw. Then, very slowly he moved near your ear, kissing you again. It was like he had all the time in the world to make you unravel.
He trailed down your neck towards your collarbone, his kisses becoming deeper, his lips parting more and more as if to taste you. You craned your head for more access. More, more, more. He groaned against your neck, grinding his hips into yours. His hands began to move over your body, groping and squeezing. One of your hands ran through his hair, pushing his head, his mouth, closer to your skin. The other hand was on top of his, leading his fingers down, down, down. A nearly pornographic sound escaped your lips when he finally cupped his warm hand in between your legs, his fingers applying just the right pressure to your clothed clit. You felt him smile against your throat, before resuming his languid assault on your neck. You moved your hips against his hand as he continued massaging your aching cunt incredibly slowly. âPlease Rickâ you begged. He was silent, but his fingers sped up incrementally. His other hand squeezed your breast, tracing your hardened nipple through your shirt. He hummed in your ear, clearly enjoying seeing you like this. You rutted your hips into his hand, the pleasure building in your core. Like a rubber band about to snap. He moved his other hand swiftly from your breast to your throat, slowing you down. He gripped it solidly, making you lose your breath. He turned your head to face him as his fingers sped up. You looked up at him, drunk on pleasure, and panting in his face. He smiled down at you, making eye contact that couldnât be broken even if you tried. You were reaching your climax and he could tell. He stroked your neck, still looking down at you, then ran his fingers past the nape of your neck and through your hair. He gripped a fistful and pulled gently from the roots, forcing you to twist your head and shoulders even more towards him, cocking your head back. He gazed down at you through lidded eyes, studying your face. Your neck was now more exposed to him and he began kissing and sucking marks into your skin, his fingers never stopping, his other hand still pulling your head back. It was all too much for you. You were going to come. âR-rick-â you stuttered. He kissed a trail up your neck, reaching your mouth but keeping his centimeters apart. You breathed in each other's air and you writhed needily, wanting his lips on yours. You were moments away from coming, and let a choked moan escape. He swallowed it down when he finally connected your lips in the most filthy, needy, sloppy kiss. The rubber band snapped and you came hard. Waves of euphoric pleasure racked your body and you moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss even more. You could taste the hint of chocolate on his lips as you rode out your climax on his hand, your hips stuttering. He pulled away suddenly, right after your peak, and you opened your eyes in surprise.
You were met with the walls of your dark bedroom surrounding you, and Rick's blanket between your legs.
One of your hands was beneath your raised shirt, and the other was gripping Rick's blanket with an iron fist. Your legs still shook from your orgasm as you gained your bearings. It was a dream. You swore you could still taste a hint of the phantom chocolate. Even though no one had seen, you couldnât help but feel embarrassed at your⊠wet dream? Sex dream? Whatever it was. Your subconscious sleeping state had been grinding against Rick Grimesâ blanket as you slept. The dream had felt so real it was unnerving, and you were having difficulty returning to reality. But you also oddly felt better. Maybe it was all out of your system now, and things could just be normal. You were refreshed. Except for the fact that you were extremely thirsty. All that sex dreaming, your brain chimed in. You reached for your phone on the nightstand, but accidentally knocked it off in the dark.
The dark.
Dinner.
What time was it? How long have you been asleep? Sex dreaming, you mentally corrected yourself. You scrabbled for your phone on the ground, flipping it over. The screen lit up, reading 2:12 AM. You had slept through dinner to dream about a fuck-fest with your best friends dad. Woof. While you were still slightly ashamed, you couldn't dispute the fact that it was fucking hot. You kept replaying the dream in your mind. It felt so real. You got out of bed, removed the bundled-up blanket from between your legs, and headed downstairs for some water. The way his lips felt on your neck. His facial hair tickling at your skin. His hands on your body. You knew it was wrong but you wished so badly it was real. Your body clearly did too, as you felt that familiar tingling sensation return in your belly. It made you want to get back in bed and touch yourself until sunrise. Get a grip. You reached the living room and began crossing through to get to the kitchen.Â
âY/n?â came a dark voice from the couch.
You nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a little gasp in surprise. You could make out a figure in the dark, now sitting up. A sliver of snowy moonlight caught his face and you recognized Rick, holding a half-drunk glass of whiskey. âYou missed dinner,â he drawled with a smile, taking a sip of whiskey. You were still frozen in the doorway, unsure if this was even real or not. What was he doing awake? âI- sorry. I donât know what happened. I didnât mean to sleep so longâŠâ you say. He waved his hand in dismissal, âItâs fine, I know you girls had a long day,â he said, placing his whiskey on the glass coffee table with a clink. âPlus Iâve never been much of a chef. We ended up gettinâ Chinese food,â he added. Your stomach grumbled hungrily at the mention of food, and you clapped a hand over it in embarrassment. Rick chortled, âI can heat some up for you if âya like. We canât have you starvinâ to death.â He stood, picked up his glass, and walked towards the kitchen. You trailed behind him, âItâs okay, I can do it. You donât have toâ you pestered. âI want to,â he stated, looking at you briefly as he retrieved a container from the fridge. That shut you up. You sat at the kitchen island, your mind wandering back to your dream. If you weren't definitely, totally, over him, this would be pretty nerve-wracking you thought. Good thing I'm all better now. He opened the box of fried rice and, oddly, got out a pan and put it on the stove. Was he reheating it for you on the actual stove? âI really donât mind, you can just microwave it. I donât want you to go to any trouble,â you offer nervously. He dumped the fried rice into the pan with a sizzle, and looked over to you with a smile,Â
âI want to, honey. Just let me take care of 'ya.â
...
Sooo, actually you lied. You needed this man more than ever before. Fuck it.
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notes: tee hee hee, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. anyways thx for waiting the past few days I hope this is satisfactory, there's a lot more to come! Literally. PS I've never written a sexy scene before so lmk what u think <3
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can we get a little snippet of go fish!reader maybe reading Pride and Prejudice aloud to Zoro after he had been struck down by Mihawk, like how Nami did, and Sanji over hearing and just staying by the door to listen to her read or something? i think a little blurb like that would be so cute
AHHH CUUUUTE!! i modified this a bit to have it fit into the overall story's timeline. instead of Zoro being struck down by Mihawk, he's sick and bedridden. thank you for this :))
here's go fish!Sanji listening to you reading:
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"Ohhh Zoro," you quietly squealed, trying your best to keep your voice down from disturbing a very ill and bedridden Zoro from waking. "Are you ready for this? Oh my god, this is another one of my favorite parts," you gushed, sighing dreamily as you put your very loved and well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice on your lap before hurriedly picking it up again to continue reading aloud to your friend in his room.
"I'm in love with you, most ardently," you read, voice quiet enough and full of wistfulness.
As you continued to read the story, your voice going up and down in excitement as you read the scene aloud, Sanji could hear your quiet gushing from the hallway. He was carrying a small tray of food, two bowls of his special homemade chicken soup sitting right in the middle, one for Zoro and another for you since he knew you'd spent all afternoon reading to the sick swordsman and figured you must be hungry by this point as well.
With careful steps, he silently stood right behind the doorway as he listened to your soothing voice bring the words that were printed on the page of your favorite book to life with a small smile on his face. The blonde cook closed his eyes for a minute, letting the sound of your voice wash over him as he admired you without you ever knowing.
He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe right outside of Zoro's room, gently resting the side of his head against it as well, as his mind wandered for a second, getting lost in the story.
Apparently, it was the part in the story where Mr. Darcy was confessing his love to Elizabeth, but as he listened further, he realized that it wasn't the end of the story where they both confessed their feelings mutually, it was more in the beginning where Mr. Darcy's sentiments were one-sided and Sanji couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the fictional man.
While the situation he was in with you wasn't as dramatic as Jane Austen's creation (if there even was a 'situation', he thought dejectedly), the feelings he had for you were certainly real and very complicated.
Was he in love with you? He wasn't entirely sure, but he did like you, much more than a friend should. He had feelings that he only had for you, and no one else. Sure, he's come to love the rest of the crew and Nami too, but none of them could make him feel the things that he only seemed to experience with you.
Suddenly, he wondered how he would confess these sentiments to you one day. Would he pull a Mr. Darcy and just walk into your room one night, spilling out his heart's desires for you in a single breath because if he didn't, he might not have the courage to tell you otherwise? Telling you the thoughts that consistently plagued his mind, trying to sort them out aloud in front of you because they were driving him mad like poor Mr. Darcy? Or would he plan something out and take his time? Wait until he understood what he felt because he 'wanted to get it right'?
Sanji didn't know, it was too soon to tell... but what he did know was that if he stood out there loitering any longer, the soup would get cold and the chef in him would rather die than serve you something like that.
Coincidently, it seemed like the chapter had just ended, you letting out a lighthearted sigh as you softly commented to Zoro, "Ok Zoro, now wasn't that chapter just... extraordinary?"
"It certainly was, Missus," Sanji commented cheekily, suppressing a smile as best he could as he walked into the room.
"Oh! Sanji!" you gasped as your hand quickly covered your racing heart. "Jeez, you scared me." You watched as Sanji placed the tray of soups onto the nightstand. "Sorry. I, uh, didn't realize I was reading so loudly I attracted an audience," you said, your cheeks heating up slightly at the thought that Sanji had been listening to you for who knows how long.
"'Sorry'?" Sanji repeated, a slight frown on his face momentarily as looked down at the tray, glancing at you over his shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for, my love." Once the tray was secured on the nightstand, he fully turned to face you, his hands in his pockets as he put on his most charming smile. "Now," he started smoothly, "I'm starting to think that maybe I should get sick so you can come and read to me in bed all day."
Sanji's smile only grew as he watched your face become even more flushed at his words.
You laughed slightly, eyes darting away from his as you asked, "Don't you mean when you're bedridden?"
There was a long pause, the silence becoming deafening at your question. You could feel the tension in the room become thicker the longer that Sanji stayed quiet. Your hands started to feel slightly clammy as your heart rate picked up.
You swallowed. "You know, instead of 'in bed'... since you'd be sick and everything?" you asked finally, as you mustered up the courage to look back up at Sanji from your chair.
At his expression, your heart skipped a beat. Sanji was still looking at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief (and sincerity?) and another emotion you didn't understand, a soft smile on his face. You couldn't help but feel like Sanji knew what he said and that he had said it on purpose.
His crooked smile only deepened. "Sure," he agreed simply. "When I'm sick and ill, and completely bedridden." He blinked, inhaling a small breath as he looked down at his shoes for a moment before looking back up at you, a small questioning look in his eyes as he quietly asked, "And you'd do that? Come and read to me all day?"
"Of course," you answered without hesitation, frowning slightly at Sanji believing that you wouldn't do for even a moment. "I would do anything to help you feel better, Sanji."
Now, between the two of you, it was pretty obvious that Sanji was the smooth-talking flirt, with you never really outrightly flirting with him in the conventional sense, but wow, you might as well be labeled the biggest flirt in his mind because your kind, thoughtful words and gestures never failed to make his heart flutter and knees go weak.
And the way you would look at him, time and time again, whenever you would gently reassure him that yes, you did indeed care about him and that you never truly forgot him... it was enough for him to feel his heart nearly explode.
There it was again, your kind, thoughtful, and beautiful expression on full display for him as you looked up at him through your lashes.
And just like that, Sanji's fears were completely washed away.
He let out a slight laugh, turning his face to the side, his blonde bangs facing you to try and hide the very faint blush on his cheeks. "Aw, you're too kind to me, Missus." He looked back at you, his rosy glow fading slightly, however, his smile was still bright. "Thank you."
At seeing Sanji happy, you were happy. You returned his smile and with a slight teasing tone you said, "But I'll only read to you if you promise to read to me when I'm in bed, sick and completely bedridden."
The blonde chef laughed lightly again, partly because of your now little inside joke, but because the thought that you even had to ask him if he 'would ever do that for you' was completely absurd. Of course he would. He would've been reading to you from the moment you were awake and not feeling well, all the way until you were sleeping, and even then he would continue to recite the pages of the book you loved aloud while you slept, so your dreams and subconscious mind were filled with the sound of his voice well into the night.
Sanji would do anything for you. And you never even needed to ask.
But he didn't tell you all that, not wanting to freak you out with his intense train of thought, so he simply said, with a small smile and twinkle in his eye, "Consider it done."
From Sanji's right, the sound of bedsheets rustling caught both of your attention.
Zoro groaned, gingerly opening his eyes as he pulled his blanket closer to himself. "Ugh... waiter? What are you doing here?"
Sanji looked down at him, a hint of concern on his pretty features as he replied, "Ah, Mosshead, you're awake. I, uh, thought I'd do a little room service and bring some soup for you and y/n."
At hearing your name, Zoro opened his eyes again. "Y/n?" He slowly turned his head towards you. "What are you-" he started to ask but when he saw the book on your lap he groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "Oh don't tell me- you've been reading that garbage to me while I was sleeping this whole time?"
But you weren't offended by his question. Instead, you laughed. "If you mean masterpiece then, yes. You're right. I had just gotten to the good part too!"
Zoro shifted in his bunk, getting comfortable. "Well, by all means, keep going," he deadpanned. In a more sincere tone he said, "I haven't slept this good in a while." But then, with a ghost of a smile, he added, "Your book is so boring it puts me right to sleep."
"Hey, a win is a win," you laughed joyfully. You looked up at Sanji for a second, wanting to share your little moment of happiness of Zoro wanting to continue reading with him.
But Sanji was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in surprise and a disbelieving closed-lipped smile on his face. His smile only grew at seeing the happiness you radiated, his eyes scanning over your face. "Well, in that case," he started as he made his way towards the door. "Let me excuse myself then. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your storytime, Mr. Mosshead."
As Sanji left the room and stepped out into the hall, he could hear you giggle at his 'Mr. Darcy' joke while Zoro grumbled, a sweet sense of satisfaction coming over him.
But before he went back to the kitchen to start on tonight's dinner prep, he loitered outside of Zoro's room again, leaning against the doorframe like he did moments earlier, out of view, so could listen to you read once more for a bit, a small, wistful smile on his face.
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Feel free to ignore! Sinner!Adam x GN!Reader where Adam sucks up his pride, goes to the hotel, and although practically nobody wants him there, Charlie gives him a chance for redemption and puts Reader in charge of watching over him and helping him adjust because they were mostly neutral with him. So maybe just some moments of them bonding and actually becoming close?
OH MY GODS!!! I am so sorry this took me so damn long. I really wanted to make this fic the best it could be. I really hope you like it. Again I feel like I might have slighlty strayed for the prompt but I really do hope it is what you wanted Nonnie
The small things - Sinner!Adam x GN!reader
Warnings Angst-Hurt/comfort-fluff
When Adam woke up in a shit stained back alley of Hell, oh how he screamed an extremely blasphemous bloody murder for hours upon hours upon . . . well you get the idea. The other demons that happened to be walking past carried on by unphased. Yes, some did take a sneak peek of the newly fallen angel throwing a massive child-like tantrum, but most didnât give a ratâs ass about what he was going through. This is Hell after all, everybodyâs got problems. Â
Adam finally calmed down enough to crawl out of the rancid gutter. It took a moment for him to gain his bearings, seeming to have found himself in the pride ring. Which meant he was in the same rung of hell as that fucking hotel. Whoever's idea of this sick fucking joke was going to get ripped a new one. He shouldnât be here. Why was he here?
He doesnât remember walking but soon he found himself in front of the shadow of a much larger and grander looking Hazbin Hotel. Â
He seemed to snap back to himself. Why the fuck did he subconsciously walk to the threshold of the one place that would most likely give him his second death on the spot? But that doesnât stop him from raising a fist and knocking obnoxiously loud. Heâd been in Hell for all of about 5 hours now and it was hard to tell what time of day it was down here without a watch. He didnât have jack shit on him when he woke up, just a grubby, ripped up pair of sweats.
The door finally opened up to Luciferâs yawning brat. Her eyes went wide seeing him there.
âAdam?â She was more confused than he had been as to why he was down here, let alone in demon form. âWhat. What are you doing here? I mean youâre, you, but youâre not. I mean why are you . . .â Charlie stumbled over her words.
Vaggie arrived behind her while she was stammering. It took a split second for her to knock him on his ass, her angelic spear aimed at his throat.
âGive me one reason I shouldnât end your worthless life again right here and now.â She growled out.
âHey, Woah now. I mean no harm this time honest. Iâm just as confused as you are as to why the fuck I ended up here but I have nowhere else to go and . . .â Adam shuffled further away for the spearâs tip.
âVaggie stop. Letâs just talk about this.â Charlie tried to shimmy in front of her girlfriend. âI know he is the main reason for so many very bad things but we need to take a breather. Look, itâs 3am and we wonât be thinking straight at a time like this. So letâs put a pin in this extremely weird conversation for now. We can put him up in a room on the second floor and then take this all from the top in the morning.â
âI donât know about this.â Vaggie side eyes Adam but he can see her very slowly caving to Charlie. âUGH! Fine. He can stay for one night. Just one but as soon as we figure out what is going on he is out on his ass.â
 Charlie squeezes her partner in a tight hug before turning and holding out a hand towards Adam. He glares at it for a moment before grabbing it. She hauls him back to his feet and shows him inside. His eyes flick all around the lobby area, clocking a bar on the far left, the elevators to the right and of course a grand staircase up to the first floor. He was shown to his room on the second floor. Charlie chose to take the elevator, Vaggie standing firmly in between them, her hands clenching around the shaft of her spear. Adam shuffled as far to the side as possible he knows about the short temper of his exorcists, even the ex-ones.
âHere we are 224.â She opened the door, flicking on the light switch and letting Adam walk in. âYouâll find towels in the bathroom and fresh sheets already on the bed. Just please wait until someone comes to collect you in the morning. Now get some sleep, lord knows we are gonna need it.â She said the last part more to herself as she left with Vaggie.
Adam let out a deflated sigh, he wasnât sure that he would get any sleep, no matter how exhausted he felt. So, he went to look at the ensuite, maybe taking a shower would help put him in a sleepier state, true to her word clean red towels were waiting on the counter by the sink. Adam stripped and threw the grubby garments heâd had on into the corner of the room.
He turned the shower up high and climbed into the scolding spray. As the water rained down his body, only then did he see how his heavenly body had really changed into this disgusting new demonic form. Hatred bubbled beneath the surface of the dull grey-coloured skin, he scrubbed as hard as possible in a vain attempt to try and find the person he was under all this âfakeryâ. He still held onto the belief that this was an incredibly vivid nightmare and he was going to wake up safe and sound in his plush king-sized bed in heaven.
He canât be a demon.
He wasnât a sinner; he was a winner. This had to be all a lie. It just had to. He wanted to scream, cry or something. Everything was getting to be too much. Turning off the water he stepped out into the steam-filled room and stared at the large fogged over mirror above the sink. Adam knew when he wiped away the condensation he would see himself.
He knew he had to talk himself into looking at what heâd become.
âCome on. You can do this. Stop being such a fuckin pussy.â
Slowly he raised his left hand and wiped at the mirror.
âFuckâ
There staring back at him was his worst nightmare. Dark brown horns curled out of his skull through damp blackened hair clinging to his scalp. His skin now he looked closer It was really more of a short fur coating than human skin. His teeth were razor sharp and his tongue was yellow. He was slightly rounder than he was before, his feet were now coven hoofs. How he didnât clock this fact before scared him slightly but the one thing that stuck out to him the most were his eyes. He blinked a few times but nothing changed.
He still had those golden irises that heaven gifted him.
Adam stood and stared.
He was an abomination. There was no removing this mask at the end of a long day.
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Shame gushing to the surface. He angrily swiped at the tears trying to stop them at the source. He was a man. They donât cry or show emotion. They bottle it up inside or channel it into something else. Yet here was crying like a hormonal broad.
He blindly grabs for a towel, bunching it up in his dark clawed fingers and screaming into the fabric.
He let everything out. Screaming out all his hatred, pain and anguish until his throat hurt from the exertion. The towel got thrown into the corner. Switching the bathroom light off, he walked slowly over to the soft looking bed and crawled under the covers. He didnât care that he hadnât dried himself off properly, full body exhaustion had taken hold and he welcomed the dreamless sleep that often always followed.
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When the knock came what felt like mere minutes after he had passed out. He slowly sat up in the bed, the covers pooling around his hips. He wiped the partially dried drool off his chin, blinking a few times before acknowledging the person knocking
âWhatduyawant?â he grumbled.
âYou decent?â the voice behind the door was not one he recognised.
âYeah sure, whatever.â He yawned and stretched out his back. The door opened and in walked a sinner that Adam definitely didnât remember from the final battle at the old hotel. They held a clean pair of clothes and a small set of toiletries that was clearly for him.
âAfternoon. Charlie said to let you sleep in a bit.â You seemed completely unphased by the half-naked demon before you. âDo you want the good news or the bad news first?â You stood at the end of the bed.
âUrm, good I guess.â Adam reaches out for the clothes you have.
âWell, good news is you ainât getting thrown out just yet.â You drop the clothes into his hands and went to put the toiletries in the ensuite.
âAnd the bad news is?â He tugs on the clean pants. You turn and lean against the door frame. Your eyes flick up and down before smirking.
âBad news is Iâve been stuck with babysitting your ass.â You push yourself off the frame with your hip. âSo, Iâm setting ground rules right here and now. You are only allowed to stay here if you play ball. Nobody wants to deal with your egotistical bullshit. So if you piss me off, Iâll go straight to Charlie. If you threaten anybody, I go straight to Vaggie and if you harass any of the other patrons. I will go and find Niffty because Iâm sure she will be able to get her point across. Do you understand?â You stand tall with your arms crossed over your chest.
Adam is stunned by your strictness but finds himself nodding. Not trusting his words right now.
âGood. Now get yourself ready there is an activity planned for 3:15pm.â You walk away. âOh and Adam. I want you to at least try okay?â You throw a soft smile back at him before leaving him to finish getting ready.
Adam sat on the edge of the bed staring at the closed door. Something inside him sparked briefly. He pulled on his shirt. âWhat the hell was that?â He thought to himself.
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It had been 4 weeks since Adam had shown up at the hotel despite this stupid buddy system that Charlie had in place. Adam was kinda glad he was stuck with you. Something about your snarky attitude, the fact you always called him out when he brags about being who he was before but most of all the very rare soft acts of kindness towards him.
He didnât realise it yet but you actually made him want to do better. He wants to be better and if that gave him a chance of gaining his wings back then he was sure as hell gonna try.
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Adam hadnât realised that he was doing good deeds at first. But seeing Charlie beam brightly when he would raise a hand before talking in the group sessions or the way he held the door for other patrons before heading off to do what he pleased.
Adam was really trying. But you knew that if you brought it up he would immediately call bullshit. Then would act out just to reclaim his cool guy image.
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âHey wait up,â Adam called out as the elevator doors started sliding shut. You held out a hand reopening the doors so he could hop in and ride up to the second floor with you. âThanks.â He leans against the back wall. âOh, I almost forgot.â He handed you a bag with something wrapped up in a lot of toilet paper.
âGee, thanks.â The look on your face made Adam laugh.
âItâs not whatcha think it is. Just a little something to thank you for putting up with my miserable ass.â The Elevator chimed on the second floor. âAfter you.â He let you walk out first before following. âAre you gonna open it?â
The look on his face was a mix of excitement and worry. You decided to humour him. Reaching in you grabbed the poorly wrapped gift. He took the bag off you so you could peel off the wads of toilet paper.
It was a coffee mug.
âSince I accidently broke your favourite mug a few days ago. I thought I should get you a replacement.â His fingers crumpled the handles of the bag as he waited for any sort of reaction to the gift.
You turned the mug over to see the words on the side better.
âI work with absolute legendsâ was written on the side surrounded by little black stars. Your thumb traced a star or two. Still staring at the present in hand you felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips.
Not knowing how else to thank him. You rushed forward and embraced him tightly. Making sure not to drop your present.
âI take it you like it?â He drops the bag and folds his arms around you.
âYou didnât have to do that.â You rested your forehead against his shoulder. Neither one of you is willing to break the hug first.
âI had to do something. You looked so sad when I broke it. That didnât sit right with me. Charlie explained that I was feeling guilt and . . .â
You pull away slightly to look at him.
âAdam. The first man Adam, went to consult âMiss Feels-too-muchâ about an issue completely unprompted!?â
Adam dropped his arms and started getting all defensive again.
âWhyâd ya gotta say it that way?â He whined. You pull him back in for another hug which he willingly allows.
âSorry big guy. Iâm just really impressed is all. You have come a long way in such a short time. Iâm so proud of you.â You squeezed tightly before letting him go. âI could actually go for a coffee right now. Good thing I got a brand new mug to drink from.â
He groans at your cheesy words before picking up the bag off the floor he hooks an arm around your neck and pulls you along back into the elevator to go and get that drink.
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This fic became longer than I thought it would.
My Ask box is still open if anyone else has a Sinner!Adam prompts they want to send in.
#jamie writes#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin adam x reader#hazbin adam#gender neutral reader#sinner!adam#adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam x reader#prompt filled#my fic#sorry this took so long
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selfish, rotten girl you'd always been and let this caring, fragile, scared little girl you were startinâ to become go - like petals in the wind.
oh and you ATE with that. the hurt/comfort??? iâm literally in awe of your writing and your ability to take the scraps of my ideas and turn it into something beautiful.
i imagine reader feeling so conflicted after the storm because oh my god he was so kind and loving to her but she feels sick because sheâs thinking of his girlfriend who has been nothing but kind but also the extremely buried cynical part of her (that thinks no one can love her ever bc sheâs sososo awful and rotten) thinks that maybe itâs a ploy. that art was just being loving to her to get her back into his bed, but that thought is easily squashed because itâs art. he has a heart of gold that makes you want to be better than what you thought you could be.
so you do what you have been doing, avoiding him as much as you can. the peach tea being the only moment of connection between you twoâthe passing brush of fingertips and you ignore the ache that settles in your chest when you feel his warmth. you choke back sobs every night knowing that youâve ruined that poor boy. and you do what you do best: hate yourself, belittle yourself, break yourself down because you donât deserve good things or good people. you donât deserve art donaldson.
itâs the last sunday service youâll attend before you return home. the plane ticket is booked for friday; your grandma asked if you wanted to stay for longer, and a few weeks earlier, you wouldâve said yes. but you need to cleanse this town of you. you need to cleanse art of you. your grandmaâs been telling you about that engagement ring heâs been carrying around all month and how heâs thinking of proposing next weekend during the end of summer festivities. âsuch a shame you canât stay till then,â she says.
âmy parents have found it in them to forgive me,â you respond, âand they found someone whoâs willing to marry me.â
ah yes, the big overcast over your summer was the engagement you would find yourself come summerâs end. while your summer was rearing animals, cooking breakfast for the ranch hands, and watching over some of the townâs children while their mamas picked peaches from your grandmaâs trees, your parents had been busy schmoozing up and down the east coast, remedying your reputation and finding some brad, chad, or richard the second to marry you off to finally cleanse their hands of you.
you grandma tsked. âyou couldâve found love here, dont understand the big fuss over finding you a husband in connecticut. weâve got some fine honest men here.â
yes you do. in this moment of weakness you steal at art and envision what life would be like with him. would he hold you in the mornings? care for you while sick? play with the children you would bear for him and show them the ropes of ranch life just like heâd done for you many months before. warmth settles in your stomach but quickly curdles when lucy turns around and sends you a wave. you nod in response and focus your attention to the front; the pastor is just beginning his sermon.
atonement. that was the lesson of pastor zweigâs sermon. you rolled the word around in your head as you fried up bacon for the farmhands monday morning. itâs become a ritual. you making breakfast for the 10 folks who help make your grandmaâs life just a little bit easier, and while you grumbled the first week, you became a little infamous amongst the townâs women of being the best cook in town: feedinâ their husbands bellies better than they can. at least, thatâs what your grandma jokes.
when you place the final plate of buttermilk pancakes down next to the homemade blueberry sauce and the farmhands cheered, you beamed with pride. perhaps you did have the ability to create, to nourish, to be good. art sat at the head of the table, and you caught the little smile on his face, the chuckle that passed his lips at his friendsâ antics.
"i will say, your cookin' can make an honest man out of me," patrick jokes. art stills in his seat as you refill his cup. he steals a look at you, but you seem unfazed. no, you seem tired. sick even. but it's quickly replaced with a coy smile that you flash his best friend's way.
"now we all know here nothing can make you an honest man," you joke, "no matter how much your daddy prays and prays." the farmhands break out into a roar.
"and what would you do if i got down on one knee right now? i swear, if it means i get your cookin' for the rest of my life, i'll make you my wife right now, and even give you a few kids too," he says with a wink. you and the farmhands are laughing, but art is gripping his fork.
who does patrick think he is? you're his.
"well it won't do you any good, patrick," you respond breezily, "my parents finally did good on their promise and it looks like i'm getting married by the end of the year." the room falls silent. you let an awkward laugh slip out, "now now, this ain't no funeral. don't people usually congratulate the blushing bride."
art's seeing red. you're getting married?
"well is he nice?" someone asks. art doesn't care if that man won a fucking nobel peace prize; you are his. and he can't believe you. waltzing into his life, ruining him, rendering his emotional state in shambles, only to waltz right out into the arms of someone else? but shouldn't he be relieved? the engagement ring in his pocket burns hot.
"i don't know, haven't met him yet."
"i'm going to go check on the horses," art gruffly says. he leaves behind a whole plate untouched. the farmhands pay him no mind; the youngest taking his plate for himself. patrick smirks into his eggs, well arenât things getting interesting.
tl:dr art is experiencing emotional constipation! reader is accepting her fate! patrick is,,,meddling? but thereâs only 4 days left until reader leaves and allegedly 5 days left until art proposes đ€ much to simmer, much to cook
originally envisioned patrick as the rich old money new englander whoâs equally fucked up and is who reader is engaged then married to and time skip! grandma passes away and leaves behind the ranch to reader and ofc the newly married couple moves there to build a new life away from prying eyes of their families and art is confronted with the fact that you are not his and you have moved on,,,but have you moved on? but thereâs smth much more salacious to me (!) about black sheep pastorâs kid!patrick whoâs only a ranch hand bc art got him the job as a promise to the pastor to help get patrick on the right track just like heâs been doing since they were kids. patrick whoâs aware of the tension between you and art and wants it to bubble overâbc wouldnât it be fun to corrupt the person in his life whose main job was to make him good? but now both ideas are equally hot and Important to me đââïž
also horny thots re: ranch hand!art exist but tbh,,,iâm in my angst, hurt/comfort, plot/character development bagâmore to come~
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AURRRRR NOT THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE BACK HOME !!
I need them to get into a big fight - like I need art to shout at her with veins popping in his neck yelling at her asking her why the hell she got into his head and twisted him all up in knots when she's just gonna go and fuck off at the end of the summer - get hitched to another man. the jealousy hot in his veins, the possessiveness he suddenly feels foreign to him because he's never felt this way before. not for his sweetheart - never got jealous when patrick flirted with her or anything like that. you're making him feel all these bad things - these sinful things - and you aren't even gonna stick around to take accountability for the damage you've done to him??
need that passionate, knocking the cowboy hat off his head kind of kiss with his hands gripping your cheeks - need that kind of dick that feels equal parts making love as it does fucking - he's touching you in more intimate ways than he ever has before - he's branding you, in a way - marking his territory. making you remember him the way he knows he'll never be able to fuckin' forget you. making you watch how his cock slides in and out - making you tell him how good he's gotten at fuckin', the bull you've trained -
aurrrr ranchhand!art drama save me SAVE ME
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After Midnight
Annual pride fic is here! I hope everyone is staying safe, well, and hydrated :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3
TW for alcohol/ light drunkenness/hangovers
July 1, 1:30 p.m.
âJesus,â Remus mumbled. Pressure pinched his lower back, runching up his shirt; he dug a clumsy hand beneath himself and fumbled for his phone. It took a few moments to extract it, clamped between weak knuckles, but he managed. Handful of Twitter notifications, a text from his dad, an automatic calendar notification, sticky lips andâgood god, did his hair really look that bad?
He tried to sit up and was met with an immediate (and wildly cranky) grumble from the concrete slab resting across his belly.
Remus sighed, and closed his eyes. Getting up was overrated. He didnât even want to think about the state of the house.
June 30, 10:30 p.m.
âAYO AYO AYO!â
Kasey winced. âChrist, Harz, take some pity on my eardrums.â
âHey, man, sorryâhas anyone seen the margarita mix?â
âSide counter,â Remus noted, tipping his chin toward the kitchen. âBy the sink.â
Finnâs face brightened. âSick, thanks.â
âGentle pours, please. Not everyone here has a college liver.â
âPlease,â Finn snorted as he cracked a screw-top open. âYouâre all in much better shape than those guys ever were. Knutty around?â
Remus shrugged and took another sip of his beer. He liked this kindâSirius had picked well. âWent off somewhere with Reg. Probably gaming.â
Finn whistled through his teeth. âNot getting him back anytime soon, eh?â
âOh, you bet,â Remus laughed.
July 1, 2:00 p.m.
âWe should ban frat boys from the team.â
âMmm.â
âAll of them. Every one.â
âMmm.â
âOr at least remove theââ Sirius paused to catch another mouthful of water directly from the faucet. For the first time in Remusâ memory, his glossy hair looked slightly dull and flat. ââlead weights from their hands, mon dieu, what did they put in there?â
âHell. Burning, vicious, alcoholic hell.â He turned his head with utmost caution, and still felt a warning throb in the back of his skull. âI liked those ciders you picked up.â
Sirius groaned; Remus watched his forehead bump the side of the kitchen cabinet with a soft noise. âDonât talk to me about cider right now. My tongue feels like I licked one of your sweaters.â
Remus frowned. âYou like my sweaters.â
âThatâs notâŠâ Sirius straightened with a wince. Both hands remained braced on the marble. âThe fuzzy stuff, itâs all in my mouth. Wool.â
Remus thought it was rather more like someone had packed his cheeks and sinuses full of cotton balls, but sharing that didnât seem like the wisest choice. Nine hours of sleep. Dizziness still threatened every attempt at movement. The tap turned off and he heard Siriusâ footsteps approach; pressure compacted Remusâ ribs once more with a wobbly flop.
âI like this shirt,â Sirius mumbled into his left pec. His voice was thickâfrom his hangover or drowsiness or just giving up on English, Remus wasnât sure. Knowing Sirius, it was a bit of all three. His stubble scratched gently over Remusâ collarbone, still damp from sticking his head in the sink. âSoft. Cute.â
âItâs one of yours.â
âAh. I have good taste.â
âClearly.â
The corner of Siriusâ mouth pulled up in a smile. âHmm. Harzy and Tremz are going to be doing bag skates until their legs fall off.â
Remus snorted, trailing his fingertips through the squashed curls at Siriusâ nape. âNot to play frat boyâs advocate here, but in their very weak defense, I donât think the punch alone did this.â
âNon. Margaritas.â
âI still think Lily poured extra in.â
âOuais, prolabâproblebâoui. She did.â
A phone screen lit up in Remusâ periphery. He grabbed for it, stiff-fingered and extremely stuck beneath a lump of husband, and squinted into the bright light. âPots says good morning, and that heâs going to go lay on the porch for a few hours. He loves you.â
âMmph. Love, too.â
June 30, 11:25 p.m.
Sirius loved parties. He fucking loved them. This was the best night of his life. Second-best, after his wedding. Or third? He was happy when Harry was born. But no, his ribs were still broken then. That had to put it under tonight, because tonight was perfectly amazing and awesome, and James was hisâ
âYouâre my favorite person,â he yelled over the music, leaning on Jamesâ shoulder in case he didnât hear. âI love you!â
âI love you, too!â James shouted back. His glasses had gone a bit sideways on his face. That was fine. Lily would totally fix those for him. She liked to kiss his nose, and she had once told Sirius that fixing Jamesâ glasses made sure she got to do it. Sirius thought she might want to pick something that wasnât so easily broken.
âHey,â he continued with a pull to Jamesâ shirtsleeve. âI kiss loup on the mouth.â
âI know!â
âAnd the cheek!â
âWhy are you telling me things I already know?â
âBecause Lily kisses your nose,â he explained. Maybe the music was too loud for James to understand. He looked confused. âAnd you can break your nose. But you canât break your mouth or your cheeks.â
Finally, understanding dawned on Jamesâ face. âDude,â he said. âYouâre so right. We gotta go tell her.â
July 1, 2:07 p.m.
Remus set Siriusâ phone down on his lower back and reached for his own, wiggling a little when his hips got stuck under Siriusâ torso. A displeased huff followedâhe kissed the top of Siriusâ head in apology and let the popsocket slot between his fingers, just in case. He was so clammy all of a sudden.
You Have (4) New Messages From: Lion Den RAHH
everyone not dead sound off
breathing.
Technically alive. Wish I wasnât.
who made the fucikgn margs
New Message To: Lion Den RAHH
Not dead. Margs were Harz and Lily. You fuckers need to clean up after yourselves.
He had just clicked his phone off when the screen went retina-blasting bright again. Remus let his head fall back against the armrest and immediately regretted it. It took an embarrassing amount of time to lift his head again without the room tilting sideways.
New Message From: Lion Den RAHH
Big words. Small brain. Still drunj
*drnuk
DTUNK.
Three gray dots scrolled, then vanished. Remus smiled to himself. The vindictive part of him was glad to see they werenât the only ones in Pride-induced misery.
New Message From: Lion Den RAHH
Some1 help knutty is snorng like a fucking chainswa
Remus glanced down. âDid you know Knutty snores?â
âIn planes.â
The shallow rhythm of Siriusâ breathing flexed the shirt across his back. Remus gave an appreciative rub along the valley of his spine and felt him arch into it. âAw,â he cooed. âMy poor little hungover lion cub.â
âNooo,â Sirius protested weakly.
âPoor baby. How will you survive.â
âAt least you donât snore.â
âTrue.â
âIs Harzy suffering?â
âAs much as he can while heâs in bed on a Saturday with his boyfriends.â
âGood.â
July 1, 12:15 a.m.
âBonjour, hi, hi.â
An arm caught him around the waistâRemus stumbled, but within half a step he had been gathered up against a warm, familiar chest. âOh, hey,â he hummed, dopey even to his own ears. âMissed you.â
Sirius might have returned the sentiment, but Remus didnât hear it through the buzz in his veins and the stutter of his heart when Siriusâ mouth found his own. He staggered backward with a sharp inhale and let Sirius carry their momentum. His back hit the wall; Sirius sighed into his lips when Remus dragged a hand through the top of his hair.
He tasted like oranges when Remus bit his lower lip. âYum.â
âLove you,â Sirius said, smiling. Their foreheads bumped and Remus pushed into it. He was rewarded with another kiss that turned his ankles to loose jello. âNon, non, donât leave.â
âMmm, Iâm not going anywhere,â he promised through a grin.
His eyes closed as Siriusâ mouth trailed over his cheek and jaw, then down to suck at his neck. âShouldâve done this earlier.â
Teeth grazed his skin with each word; Remus shivered despite the warm night. âYeah?â
âBefore the parade.â The sway of Siriusâ accent did unholy things to his heart. Stubble teased his skin when Sirius nudged under his chin. âThat way everyone could see.â
âOh, Jesus,â Remus breathed.
July 1, 3:45 p.m.
âDid you drown?â
Sirius glared at him across the bedroom, playful and foggy. Remus grinned and took a swig of Gatorade.
âYou look like you did.â
âHow are you rebounding?â Sirius grumbled.
Water droplets stuck to the mirror with each scrub of the towel through his hair. Heâd left it longer than usual in the postseason, fluffy around his ears and neck. Remus was inclined to keep it that way as long as he could. He met Siriusâ gaze in the mirror and took another pointed sip. âOur lady of blessed electrolytes.â
ââŠgive it.â
July 1, 1:30 a.m.
Sweat and glitter burned crystalline in the glow of multicolored LEDs. Sirius wasnât sure whereâor whoâthe glitter had come from, but finding one culprit in this crowd would be a losing battle, and one that required him to stand up. There was no way in hell he was leaving this perfect place.
Remusâ eyelashes threw shadows over his freckles when he blinked. âDo you think theyâll start leaving soon?â
âIâve been hoping since midnight.â
His laugh was everything. Quieter at first, a mischievous snicker blooming loud at the end. Sirius let his eyes fall shut when Remus leaned over. His temple nestled against Siriusâ forehead. âHi.â
The seam of his jeans rippled under Siriusâ fingertip. His quad flexed, and Sirius felt the weight in his lap grow heavier while Remus settled in. âHey.â
âProud of you.â
Sirius pressed his smile to a blush-warm cheek. God, he loved how pink Remus turned on nights like this. âI love you.â
It only took a minute adjustment, and they were kissing. He kept it soft and long and chaste, more a series of small pecks brought together by their closeness than anything. The tip of Remusâ nose was cool on the bridge of his own. He nibbled the corner of that grin and tasted bright apple-sugar, chasing it with a flick of tongue.
âYouâre bad,â Remus murmured with audible delight, twisting slightly. He hardly went farâmost of his weight rested on Siriusâ chest and he came closer without hesitation when Sirius tugged on his hips. His golden eyes flashed in the sudden transition from hot pink to blue lining their walls. âWe have company.â
âSo did Dumo.â Sirius kissed the roundness of his lower lip. âWhen we won the Cup.â
âWe canât throw a fuckinâ Pride party and then sneak off in the middle of it. Itâs clichĂ©.â
âIf this is the middle, Iâm sneaking off to sleep in an hour, and you can decide to join me or not.â
Remusâ laugh was loud all the way through, this time.
July 1, 6:00 p.m.
The groupchat had grown steadily more active as the hours passed and more of their friends were revived from their howling, sharp-toothed hangovers. Remus, for his part, had already sworn off alcohol six times in the past four hours. He hadnât been left this hard-over since his junior year of college.
A gust of wind blew in from one of the many open windows and ruffled his shirt. Remus grimaced. âI still smell like a distillery.â
Sirius (who, despite his whinging, had recovered rather fast) sniffed the air. âOuais.â
âThanks, baby.â
âWorth it, though.â
Remus gave him a sideways look. âWas it?â
Sirius glanced up and frowned, then set his slice of pizza down. âI liked the party.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â One of his broad shoulders lifted in a shrug. âIt was nice, having people around. The parade was fun. Kind of busy.â He took another bite, tipping his head back and forth thoughtfully even as a gentle blush colored his neck. âI like showing you off.â
Remus liked to think he had grown accustomed to Siriusâ sweetnessâto his big heart and kind words, both of which were reserved for a select few that somehow included Remus. Yet he constantly found himself left speechless, cast far out to sea by the sheer honesty Sirius saved for him.
He stretched a leg out under the table and tangled their ankles together. âLove you.â Remus tilted his chin vaguely toward the window. âHere, and out there. For us and them.â
âWe should have more parties,â Sirius said by way of an answer. The blush had risen to his ears. His foot ran along the length of Remusâ shin.
âOkay.â
âI want to see everyone, and I want to love you so they know it.â
Remusâ face hurt from keeping his smile from drifting too close to utter lunacy. âOkay.â
âWe should ban glitter next year.â Sirius nodded to himself, then nudged Remusâ foot. âAnd frat boys.â
âTheyâre gay frat boys, though. They have a right.â
The bridge of Siriusâ nose wrinkled. Fucking adorable. âWell, maybe they just need to pick a side.â
âLily was partially responsible for the biohazard margaritas,â Remus pointed out, picking a piece of pepperoni off Siriusâ slice and adding it to his own.
âSheâs out, too.â Sirius jabbed his pizza at him. âAnd youâre on thin fucking ice, thief.â
âIâll pick her party over yours.â
âYou canât pick your best friend over the person youâre gay married to. Itâs Pride.â
Remus stole another pepperoni, dodging the smack of Siriusâ hand. âThen Iâll get gay married to Lily.â
âThat doesnât count.â
âAny marriage Iâm in is a gay one,â Remus informed him, slouching lower in his seat to hook his calf around Siriusâ. âI can gay marry anyone I want. Iâll gay marry a dozen people and go to all their parties over yours. Ha-ha-ha.â
Sirius flicked a piece of pineapple at him; it bounced off his chin, and while he was distracted, Sirius stole one of his pepperonis back with a triumphant grin. âFine. See if any of them put up with you like I do.â
âThief.â
A foot poked Remus in the back of the knee. âDoesnât count if it was already mine.â
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MOA bitchFUL era 6 members - 6 active
yeonjun: GUYS SOMEONE GOT FUCKING PRoPOSED TO INFRONT OF ME yeonjun changed group's name to "moa bitchFUL era"
taehyun: thats nice. good for them. yeonjun: AT SEND OFF? ??? I THOUGHT MOAS WERE LIKE US??? you: bitchless? yeonjun: YES? WHAT HAPPENED TO TOGETHERNESS? kai: no you've got a point
soobin: that's crazy me personally if someone proposed to me in front of bebe rexha I would looking at them with a blank expression and ask "who dis?" ngl beomgyu: don't speak, peasant soobin: ? you: what's up with you two? kai: soobins is in another dating scandal with the same guy as last time and beomgyus mad because (a) soobin didn't deny it (b) he didn't tell any of us and (c) the week prior, they were on another bromance trip again :3
yeonjun: ik its pride month, and I'm happy for you beomgyu or condolences BUT WE AS A COLLECTIVE NEED TO PREPARE FOR DISASTER! CRISIS! SSSSOOOSSS beomgyu: kys soobin: im NOT dating Seonghwa, Q, Keonhee or Zhang Hao guys ^.^ kai: WHORE why do you remember all their names you: exactly!!! why do you have other friends Choi Soobin?????? beomgyu: oh but when I say it I'm gay huh đ yeonjun: HELLOou*oo))000? ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGnORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? MOA NO BITCHLESS ERA??? beomgyu: you're an elephant in the room taehyun: Oh, dear god. I fear you may actually be onto something yeonjun. What if we lose our fanbase? Should I start posting thirst traps again? Guys seriously. you: NO đ
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ââïž we cannot go back to the dark ages PLSLLSLLSLS those tik tok posting schedules era was BRUTAL
yeonjun: Taehyun I love your big sexy wrinkled brain please don't change no jungkook kai: remember that time Namjoon exposed tyun for his JK wallpaper LMAOOOOOOOOOO taehyun: huening kai. kai: apologies. sorrows. soobin: oh my god no yeah pls TAEHYUN U ARE SO RIGHT y/n start first!!! guys!! this is an emergency!!!!!!!!!!!!! you: SHUTUTUT UPPUPPUPU yeonjun: Hes right, youre our main visual
beomgyu: guys if MOA start marrying each other does that mean no more fan service? if so I say lets support the movement!!! SICK and TIRED of seeing those "Y/N MARRY ME" comments on my welives soobin: hey I comment those taehyun: ??? you: well yeonjun: this reminds me of that one time I was on tik tok and a yeonjun x y/n imagine came up about us getting married and leaving txt OH MY GOD WAS THAT GOD FORESHADOWING kai: since when did you believe in god??? yeonjun: GUYS WHAT IF MOAS GETTING MARRIED ACTUALLY MEANS THAT Y/N AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED AND WE'LL LIVE HAPPILY E VER AFTER AND TXT WILL NOT GO EXTINCT AND WE KISS AND WE HOLD HANDS AND ONE DAY WE FALL INLOVE DEADASS AND HAVE 3 KIDS AND WE LIVE TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES AND RAISE LITTLE MODEL FASHION BABIES I CAN STYLE AND THEYD HAVE SUCH GOOD GENES DO YOU SEE THE VISION
beomgyu kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFULL era beomgyu: now that that's over, how about we go get ice cream? taehyun: sure. kai: ICE CREAM >>>.<<< ^////^
soobin: can we add him back i kinda like when he's off his hinges wait yes we can because I'm the leader and I say so HAHA soobin added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era yeonjun: thanks soobin soobin did you know that I love you you know soobin? soobin kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFUL era soobin: boy wth was that you added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era you: guys what if I said i have a long term low maintenance long distance low commitment casual boyfriend
you left moa bitchFUL era kai: ????? soobin: there's a g*n in my mouth actually yeonjun: did I just get cheated on? taehyun: wasn't I the long term low maintenance low commitment casual bf? wdym long distance?? kai: ????? x2 beomgyu: âčïžâčïž?? I THOUGHT WE WERE SOULMATES?? soobin: ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
A/N: theyâre all a little insane in todayâs ep. sorry!
#tomorrow x together#txt#taehyun#soobibabe#kpop#beomgyu#kang taehyun#soobin#choi beomgyu#choi yeonjun#txt smau#kpop smau#smau#tomorrow by together#tomorrow x together smau#soobin smau#txt groupchat#choi soobin#hueningkai#hyuka#kai#gyu#txt x reader
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BREAKING POINT -
[ ot7 x reader ]
this is like super short pls forgive me tan twitter tl for context
tan on twitter!!!
8 participants - 8 online
âââââââââââ
tae: yoongi pls unblock me on twitter
yoongi: kill yourself
tae: i tried guys why doesnât he love me đ
y/n: that was a pathetic try
tae: guess what
y/n: what?
tae: ligma man..
y/n: ligma??
jimin: no way đ
jk: babyâŠ
namjoon: really
y/n: WHAT???
jin: iâm with her
wtf you guys on about??
hobi: this is a sad day
tae: LIGMA FUCKING BALLS BITCH
y/n: drown
jimin: ur fault tbh
hobi: real
y/n: leave me alone
jin: look you made her upset idiots
y/n: IM NOT UPSET
hobi: cheer up baby â€ïž
namjoon: itâs okay tae upsets me all the time
y/n: im fine
hobi: bts song
jk: i know bts
tae: me 2
y/n: i want to stab you with a pencil
tae: watch out namjoon
namjoon: she is definitely talking to you
tae: proof?
hobi: bts?
jimin: iâm gonna bts outta you shut the fuck up
hobi: aw man :/
jk: bts?
jin: beat the shit
tae: beat MY shit
jk: woah
yoongi: he actually needs to kill himself wow
tae: @y/n u 2
y/n: LEAVE ME ALONE
jimin: sheâs mad
y/n: IâM NOT MAD
jin: y/n are you still with that scoups guy?
namjoon: didnât we just find out they weâre together like a week ago?
jk: WE DID????
jin: she moves on fast tho so idk
y/n: NO I DONT????
jimin: yoongi mingyu jk scoups mark wonho minho san all of us
thereâs more hold on iâm thinking
hobi: all of us?
jk: say sikeâŠ
y/n: ARE YOU FUCKING SICK???????
jin: woah major slut alertttttt
namjoon: shut up
y/n: ONLY LIKE 4 OF THOSE NAMES ARE RIGHT
jk: what
y/n: AND IVE ONLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM SO KILL YOURSELF LEAVE ME ALONE
yoongi: sheâs a grown woman
y/n: RIGHT
sorry iâm hot as fuck and pull bitches itâs not my fault
jin: u mid
y/n: ur 30
jin: ok please leave me alone iâm sorry
tae: my body count is also 2
jimin: -2
tae: ummmm?
jk: iâve killed no one
i could of but donât worry
namjoon: ??
hobi: fyi she did not deny being with scoups
jimin: TRUE
jk: NO
y/n: i deny it
jimin: too late we know
jin: SLUT
sorry
pls iâm sorry i didnât mean it pls donât be mean to me
please oh my god iâm sorry it slipped out
love u
please
y/n: THIS IS NOT FEMINISM
namjoon: itâs okay if ur with him
jk: NO ITS NOT STOP SAYING THAT WHATS UR FUCKING ISSUE STUPID STUPID STUPID
y/n: IM NOT
tae: who have you fucked
yoongi: are you stupid?
tae: no iâm curious
hobi: OH IM CURIOUS YEAH
wow i love shinee
y/n can you please start talking to minho again and then get married to him so i can be at his wedding and we can be forever connected
jk: SHUT UR MOUTH
y/n: you guys know so much about my relationship life it actually makes me want to throw up
jimin: ur easy to stalk
hobi: sheâs fucked jk and yoongi
tae: and me
jin: in dreams doesnât count
yoongi: lol
tae: LOL AWAY FROM ME YOU NASTY BITCH
U THINK UR WINNING BUT UR FUCKING NOT
WHEN ME AND Y/N GET MARRIED IT WILL BE ME KIM TAEHYUNG WHO LOLS IN UR FUCKING FACE
YOU RAT
yoongi: L
tae: no
yoongi: O
tae: YOU FUCKING STOP RIGJT NOW MIN YOONGI
yoongi: L
tae: 6pm seoul south korea apartment block C floor 7 door number 279 a ak47 a man a mask and a fucking dream
namjoon: wow ok thatâs great!!
nice vogue shoot btw jungkook!
jk: I WILL NOT FUCK U GO AWAY
namjoon: oh my fucking god
hobi: scottish pride!!
jimin: ???
hobi: was he not wearing a kilt?
jimin: a what?
hobi: killing myself
jin: why they put you in that dirty ass bathroom omg?
tae: dirty shoot for a dirty man
jin: ?
tae: what?
jin: just a bit crazy coming from u
y/n: tae you need to shower
tae: you in love
ha
fucking bitch
jin: do you fuck her or fight her damn?
jimin: right heâs pissing me off
tae: can you leave me alone iâm going through a lot rn
jk: dick
tae: ??
jk: a lot of dick
yoongi: lmao
namjoon: he likes men?
hobi: ewwwwwwwwwwww
jimin: homophobia?????????
jk: yes so heâs going through them
cuz he does not like y/n
yoongi: you say this like every 2 weeks
jk: because it is true
y/n: thank god
jk: no thank men
hobi: thx men
jin: so itâs not jimin?
jimin: what??
tae: iâve never touched another man let alone sleep with one
hobi: amen
y/n: now that is just not true
namjoon: who cares
tae: I DO
hobi: no one will ever say those words to you
jin: i will
tae: fr đ„Č?
jin: LOL
tae: ok kys
and fuck that bitch y/n
yoongi: have
tae left âtan on twitterâ
hobi: cuteness overload ^_^
y/n: what crawled up his ass today tf
jk: hi do you need me do you want me do you love me
namjoon: can we just talk about life or like
jin: let me guess trees?
jimin: weed?
jk: OH MY GOD NAMJOON WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WEED
hobi: life is a downward spiral noting matters we are all slowly dying the government hates us money is worthless drugs are all around our water is running out
jk: where is it running out of
letâs catch it
y/n: tae was being super weird right?
hobi: super shy
namjoom: whatâs new
hobi: new hair
namjoon: stop
hobi: forgive me master
namjoon: iâm at my breaking point
jimin: breaking bad
jin: drugs?
jimin: it all links back to namjoonâŠ
jk: omgggggg namjoon is this trueâŠâŠ..
namjoon: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE
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pls lmk if you like the twitter concept idk if iâm feeling her yet but if you guys are i will do more idk trying to be different đ
#bts crack#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts imagines#bts fic#bts text#bts x reader#bts x y/n#bts x you#namjoon x reader#jin x reader#yoongi x reader#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#bts texts#rm x reader#suga x reader#v x reader#jhope x reader#hobi x reader#bts fake chats#bts incorrect texts
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Pumpkins & Picnics II Laura Wienroither x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1771
Your girlfriend Laura and you were already about to leave Beth and Vivianneâs home which you visited earlier in the day when the Dutch woman put on a serious face: âWait a second. Bring her home safely, okay?â âOf course, Viv.â, you reassured the older teammate not without a little eye roll at her direction. Home was not their place anymore for the Austrian home was the appartement you shared together. Smiling Beth scolded the dark-haired forward: âViv leave the children alone.â âSorry, Viv can be such a dad.â, Laura apologized.
But you just waved it off with a small grin on your lips: âItâs fine, Iâm used to it by now.â âTheyâre really just looking out for me.â, the defender told you. With a sigh you admitted: âThatâs in equal parts adorable and annoying because they should trust me by now.â âThey do. Really.â, your girlfriend told you in a comforting tone which put your mind at ease. Â
âGirls, you almost forgot your coats. Youâll need them for your outdoor picnic!â, Beth said making both of your heads turn as she handed you the coats. Â âItâs not even that cold Beth. Youâre such a mum.â, Laura laughed but the way she looked at the older forward was full of love. Nonchalantly the blonde shrugged her shoulders: âI donât want you two to get sick thatâs all, she stopped for a second before adding with a wink, Besides Arsenal needs your girlfriend let.â âYes, yes I know.â, the Austrian mumbled.
Softly you tapped your girlfriend on her shoulder: âCome on, letâs go, Lau.â âComing.â, she replied. Beaming you waved at the older couple: âGoodbye, Viv and Beth.â âHave fun, girls.â, the English national team player hummed.
It was a beautiful autumn day outside. The leaves were turning into all shades of yellow, orange and were softly falling from the trees. The lake to which you went was mirroring the colourful trees. âI think we can do our picnic here.â, you pointed to a place from where you had a perfect view at the water. While Laura and you were unpacking your things the Austrian whispered:â Thatâs beautiful.â âIt really is, do you want a hot drink now?â, you asked her cheerfully. Excited your girlfriend nodded: âYes, please. What have you got? Tea? Hot chocolate?â âActually both.â, you confessed. The smile which appeared on her face warmed your heart as she stated: âOh my god, youâre the best.â
âOnly the best for you, Lau.â, you grinned as you handed her a cup of hot chocolate. The defender took it with both hands and breathed in the steam with closed eyes; âIf I werenât in love with you already, Iâd be right now.â You fondly rolled your eyes as you poured yourself some hot chocolate; âCheers.â Carefully, Laura clinked her cup against yours before taking the first sip; âItâs delicious.â A comfortable silence settled in while you enjoyed the view with your hot drinks.
You quietly cleared your throat to draw your girlfriends attention back to you; âLau? Iâm so proud of your first run yesterday.â Her excited smile was the same as yesterday when she took her first steps out of the gym; âThank you. It felt great to be back on the grass.â âI can imagineâŠâ, you replied quietly, your gaze subconsciously shifting towards your own knee. One hand was tracing circles on your jeans in the places where your own knee surgery had left scars. âI canât wait to play again.â, Laura went on, the longing for the football pitch now overshadowing the pride for her achievements. You nodded slowly; âMe neither. Somethingâs missing when youâre not on the field.â
With a mix of genuine light-heartedness and self-deprecation, she laughed; âI didnât play that much anyway.â âRight before your injury you did.â, you corrected her, biting your lip for bringing up the other injuries in the squad. Laura patted your knee; âDonât worry, Iâm okay. The ACL Squad is taking good care of me.â âIâm glad they do. Because I canât always be there like they canâŠâ, you could not avoid the slight hint of sadness in your voice. At the same time you loved the team for it. Beth and Vivianne let Laura stay with them whenever she wanted and Leah was always in the gym when Laura was, celebrating every small progress. âI know.â, Laura answered with a soft voice. âSorry.â âItâs okay. Really.â
You could feel the mood shift and didnât want it to affect your date, so you started to unwrap freshly baked cinnamon buns and offered them to your girlfriend; âCinnamon bun?â Lauras eyes went wide as soon as the smell of cinnamon and butter met her nose. Delighted, she took one; âSure, thank you.â âYouâre welcome, love.â, you smiled warmly and took one for yourself. Laura took the first bite and hummed happily; âTheyâre so good.â âYes, I made them with the other Swedish Girls.â, you explained, satisfied with how much your girlfriend enjoyed the taste.The Austrianâs beamed: âNothing better than real Swedish cinnamon buns.â âAgreed.â, you winked at her. Sheepishly smiling Laura admitted: âI could eat all of them.â âSeems like we need to make some more before Jonas team meeting.â, you observed amused your girlfriendâs hunger for the Scandinavian treat. The taste and scent of cinnamon buns always put a smile on your face because it reminded you of your home country.
The blonde could not help but to tease you: âAre you trying to convince him to let you start?â âRude!â, you playfully slapped her upper arm. Innocently she smiled back: âWhat? It was just a question.â âMaybe I should them to Lina.â, you thought out loud. Your teammate really shined in recent national team games so it would have been only fair for her to get more game time in the club aswell. Confusion was in Lauras voice as she asked: âWhat?â âSo, she is able to start?â, you explained. Determined the defender shook her head, holding the baked goods close to her chest:â You keep those delicious cinnamon buns right here.â âOkay, got it, Lau.â, you giggled. Pleased about your answer your girlfriend replied: âThanks.â
A leaf slowly fell from the branch on to your light hair.: âHuch.â Â âOh wait. Let me get this one out of your hair.â, Laura offered while carefully removing the leaf from the top of your head. It was those small gestures that made you fall more in love with her everyday: âThanks, Lau.â âCute.â, she remarked. Grinning you suggested: âMaybe we should take that leave with us as decoration?â âTo put it in your hair?â, the defender joked. You could not help but laugh: âNo for our appartement.â âOh. Right.â, Laura blushed.
Curiously you watched her walking around your blanket:â What are you doing?â âPicking up more leaves?â, the Austrian replied with an adorable smile. Immediately you stood up from your cozy place:âWait, let me help you.â âLia would be proud of us.â, she exclaimed delighted by that task which was something different to her monotone rehab days. You had to agree with your girlfriendâs observation: âYes, except she wouldnât let us take the leaves inside a house.â The Swiss woman was known in your team for always cleaning of her front porch as she did not like them there. Still, she was one of your closest teammates despite her peculiarities because let's be real everyone has them.
âI guess thatâs true.â, Laura nodded thoughtfully. âSheâs missing out on that though.â, you laughed. You looked up as your girlfriend didnât answer. She was looking up at the exceptionally blue sky and the colourful trees, breathing in the crisp air. âItâs such a nice autumn day too. Whatâs more autumnal than colourful leaves?â, she finally said. âVery true.â, you agreed. âOh, I know something.â, the Austrian answered her own question all of a sudden.
You cocked your head in surprise, waiting for her to go on; âYes?â âPumpkins would be perfect right now.â, she beamed at you. Your jaw dropped; âOh my god. Yes.â Nothing screamed autumn quite like pumpkins did. âWe could carve them. Or make pumpkin soup.â, Laura suggested, her eyes bright with excitement. âOr both. What do you think about that?â Eagerly, your girlfriend nodded; âIâm in.â âSo, time to get a pumpkin.â, you said, starting to pack up your picnic. âOr two.â, Laura grinned while folding the blanket. âRight. One for carving and one for the soup.â
Holding hands, you left the lake side and made your way to a farmers market. Laura let out a squeal of delight when she saw a pile of pumpkins displayed. Carefully, she touched the smooth, round surface of one. You knew she had already decided to take this specific pumpkin home. âMaybe Viv and Beth want to carve a pumpkin too. What if we do an Arsenal themed one?â, you asked. âWe should!â, she agreed. Together, you picked out some pumpkins. They were probably more than you would need but Laura was convinced to take them home.
At Beths and Viviannes house, you dropped off the pumpkins. Vivianne was eyeing the amount of vegetables on her kitchen tables while Laura and Beth immediately got to work to cook a pumpkin soup. The soup was slowly simmering on the stove, filling the kitchen with a delicious smell. Beth looked at the left over pumpkins on the table and grabbed a knife for carving; âSo, Arsenal themed, huh?â âYeah, why?â, Laura asked innocently. Beth turned the pumpkin, trying to find the perfect side to work with; âShould it be the Clubâs Logo?â Amused, Laura shrugged and gave the older player a challenging look; âIf youâre artistic enough for that.â
âDo we have something easier?â, Vivianne asked, not convinced that any of them would be able to reproduce the intricate details on a pumpkin. âWe could do Win, the dog.â, Beth suggested. She and Laura had taken a particular liking to the team dog, so Laura nodded; âOh yes!â âAs if thatâs easier.â, Viv rolled her eyes but finally gave in. Happy with the outcome, you took out your phone and snapped a picture of the dog-themed pumpkin; âWe finally made the pumpkin! Let me send this into the team group chat.â âIt looks like a cat though.â, Vivianne criticized with a smile. Beth nudged her; âOh shush. The pumpkin soup is ready too.â
The sun was setting and your carved pumpkin illuminated the kitchen while you were crowded around the table enjoying the warm, comforting taste of the soup. You smiled to yourself. It was the perfect cozy autumn night to end the day.
#woso x reader#woso#woso fanfics#laura wienroither x reader#woso imagine#laura wienroither#vivianne miedema#beth mead#awfc#awfc x reader#woso oneshot#arsenal wfc
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When Remus awoke, he felt an unfamiliar pain on his face. He was used to pain everyone else, but never really on his face. He looked his side, and his long term, and also goregous crush, Sirius Black, was asleep at his bed side.
Remus touched his face lightly, where the pain was and felt his heart rate spike because no, this could not be happening. He prided himself in the fact that his already ugly face didnât have a scar, but there one was. He glanced at a sleeping Sirius, who had probably already seen the scar. Remus started to panic. Sirius probably already thought he was ugly, but now what would he think of Remus?
Remus felt himself choke, and knew he had to get out of that room with a knocked out Sirius. He slowly got out of the cot, and he walked quickly to his dorm, locking himself in the bathroom. He didnât really know what time is was, but he knew that everyone would be at classes. Remus doesnât know how long he sobbed. He just knows that there were guttural sobs coming from his gut, gasping noises as he thought about how Sirius wasnât even gay, but thought he was ugly. Even when Sirius called him perfect and beautiful, he knew now that it wouldnât even matter.
After maybe an hour or two, he wiped his teary eyes and faced the mirror. It was worse than he thought. The scar spanned from his eyebrow to his lip, causing Remus to let out another choked sob. He heard a soft knock on the door followed my a soft voice. âRemus? Itâs Sirius,â Sirius spoke from the other side of the door.
âGo away,â Remus choked. His heart clenched painfully, because why did Sirius have to be nice to him?
âDid I do something?â Sirius asked, too soft and kind for what Remus knew he was thinking on the inside. âRemus please let me in.â
Remus breathed deeply, knowing Sirius would stay until Remus came out. He opened the door carefully, sliding back to the bathroom floor, hiding his face.
Sirius, who at only 14 years old, stood tall and proud, had such worry and fear in his eyes. Remus had never seen it before. He looked through his fingers at Sirius.
Sirius dropped to his knees to look at Remus. âRemus what happened?â
Remus slowly uncovered his face, showing the scar and exposing it to the cold air. âOh Remus,â Sirius gasped.
Remus put his face back in his hands and sobbed. âGet out, get out, please get out,â Remus sobbed hard.
Sirius waited until Remus lifted his tear stained, red and puffy face to look at him. âIâm sorry, I know iâm ugly, please just go away.â
Sirius looked at him funnily. âRemusâŠâ
âWhat?â Remus snapped.
Sirius didnât answer, but instead kissed him softly on the lips. It only lasted maybe a second, if that, and Remus still believes it, even 60 years later when theyâre old and gray, that it was the best day of his life.
âWhat?â Remus asked softly. Sirius grimaced.
âGod, iâm sorry Remus. I know youâre not queer or whatever itâs called, but I just-â
Remus just hugged him and sobbed. âYou donât think iâm ugly?â
âRemus youâre the least ugly person iâve ever seen. Youâre beautifulâ
Remus shook his head. âYouâre lying.â
Sirius looked heartbroken at his accusation. âRemus, iâm not. Youâre amazing. And even the scar looks sick- like you fought a dragon or something.â
Remus sobbed harder, but not because he was sad anymore. Remus really didnât deserve Sirius. But everyday, until the day they died, Sirius reminded Remus of how much Sirius didnât deserve Remus.
ugh sirius is such a pookie in this guys. forcing the tall strong pookie sirius agenda onto all of you (forcing all agendas onto you iâm a pathological liar boooooo) meow <3
#iâm not a furry#remus lupin#sirius black#i just know my pookie bears#james potter#sirius#jegulus#sirius x lupin#wolfstar#regulus and evan and barty#sirius and regulus#remus and regulus#pookie!#my pookies#based of a tweet#or smth idk#i just pulled up#with this and said huzzah#here you go#more writing#or smth#addie writes
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Lucifer Morningstar
Lucifer Morningstar x reader
A/n: oof, that title and paring is great, I know. i know that itâs not really possible for this to be biblically accurate and I wasnât necessarily trying, since the focus is Luciferâs character, but I racked my brain trying to figure out how to make a hell that was populated before Lucifer even fell. So it might not make a lot of sense, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. In my mind, reader is the only being in hell at that time.
Thanks to @lord6-6fandom and @v3nusxsky who read and reviewed this a bit for me!
warnings: biblical stuff (not really), religious trauma!, slight gore, mentions of a lot of blood, wounds and just general injuries and the care of them, playful banter.
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Burning.
Red encapsulated their body, a feeling of fire within and outside of the body. The body, what a fragile thing. How easily hurt, how terribly painful. They wished they didnât have one. They wished to have freedom, from pain, from all seeing eyes, from all judging minds and all cutting tongues.
Was it truly so horrible? The simple action of questioning their father? Was it deserving of such a punishment?
They wish they could say it was all a blur. A blur would be better. No knowledge, no memory would surely feel a little less painful. But God wasnât so forgiving, God wasnât so merciful.
Wings that were once representing grace turned to fire and then char. Leathery, bloody, dark. It was all the opposite of what they used to be⊠Samael mourned more for their wings than for themselves. They were a great pride. They were perfect, more so than any other angels.
Favorite
What a meaningless word.
Would God not be forgiving to his favorite angel? Though Samael did not want God's forgiveness, they would be bitter over not being given it.
Oh his greatest creation. The most beautiful and wisest of all angels. They didnât feel all that wise. They didnât feel all that beautiful.
They felt numb. Not physically, oh how they wished it so, but the pain they were bearing was unexplainable. It was all surrounding. Have they been falling for an eternity? It certainly feels like such.
By the time they hit the depths of hell all feeling was gone. A limp body hitting the freezing floor with a loud, yet hollow sound.
God did not offer them the mercy of losing consciousness either. Of course not.
If they looked anything like they felt, surely they were a moving corpse. Yet they tried. Perhaps it was spite that kept them moving, and somehow (barely) strong. Bloody nails digging into the rough dirt, hitting and scratching against rocks just trying to get somewhere, even if that somewhere wasnât familiar. Samael was far too prideful to just lay on their back and sink into the ground, although they desperately wanted to.
A pair of black boots entered their view, inches away from their face as whoever it was stepped in front of them. Intentionally this close, they noted.
âYouâre new.â Their ears had a constant ring in the background, yet they somehow heard you clearly. âAnd very hurt...â
Clearly. They thought, but didnât speak. A feeling told them if they even attempted, it wouldnât work out either. They recognized the slightest tinge of concern in your tone, which was oddly comforting to hear.
Silence, for only a few moments. They had yet to see your face or really anything other than just your boots. Samael could feel your eyes upon them, studying, observing.
An unfamiliar feeling grew within them. Other than to God himself, Samael had never felt so inferior. They felt incredibly weak, and they could only imagine how it looked from your point of view. Had they become a being to pity now? Some sort of weak, hurt animal in need of pampering?
How the mighty have fallen.
âYou are not dead, I know that. So how did you get there?â Again, that concern arised, making them irritated to no end. They were aware your tone should be the least of their worries as fog covers their view, a sick feeling running through their whole body and making their head spin, and their consciousness escaped.
ââ
They looked grand. To you, anyways. Whoever this was, they looked like a being of grace. Awfully pretty even with torn, bloody and burnt skin. There was a certain glow about them, even in this state. âPretty as the morning star..â
They had majestic wings that were burned down to the bone and you were reluctant to touch them at all in fear they could stab through you without effort. But you did anyway.
You spoke to them, as if they could hear you. But it helped to ease your mind as you made an effort to clean and bandage them up.
You told them your name, your life story. Anything you could speak of to hopefully offer some sort of comfort, and calm your stress. Talking was nice. You never got to do that. To yourself, yes. But you never had someone to listen, or even look at as you spoke. So even if they weren't truly conscious, it somehow made you feel better.
Bloodied water trickled down your arm as you used a cloth to carefully clean every inch you could. You avoided their wings. They looked more painful than everything else, and youâd much rather help what you can while they remain unconscious than have an awkward stare down.
âIâve been alone for only God knows how many years... would it be selfish of me to say, Iâm glad to see somebody else here?â Calming blue eyes snapped open with a look you could only describe as pure rage. Wrath burned within them all the way down to their soul, you felt it. You also felt familiarity, along with a deep rooted sadness you never wanted to recognize or feel again.
They were unmoving, and those stunning eyes looked right past you, before darting towards your own. âIâm just trying to help. I will give you space if youâd like me to.â Somehow you managed to keep your voice stable, and calm.
The being looked at you, tilting their head as they too studied you, much like you did them a few moments prior. âMy name is-â
âI know who you are.â They cut you off. Leaving you to sit there and battle with your own thoughts as they said nothing else, but stared at you. Exactly what you wanted to avoid.
Their voice sounded rough, but you could tell it wasnât by nature. Probably a result of whatever torture they suffered before landing in hell. After a moment, they spoke again. ââŠmy wings.â
âI was worried about waking you as I cleaned them.. so I was planning on leaving them for last.â A nod.
Was that it? Just nod and go back to silence and staring? You refused. âNow that youâre awake, I can handle that part, so try to sit up.â They looked at you curiously, but followed your demand wordlessly. It was a bit of a struggle, and hugely embarrassing, but they managed.
âIâm going to start now⊠try not to move.â Your words went clearly ignored because the second your hand graced their right wing it flickered and spread completely, making you jump back. You wouldâve excused the flicker as a flinch, honest mistake. But they were obviously doing this intentionally.
âHey-!â A deep, shaky sigh left the being before you. Disguising what you supposed was a pained groan, and they rested forward against the couch you had brought them to. âIâm pretty sure those things can kill me. Please, try not to do it again without warning.â
You werenât entirely sure they cared, but it was worth saying.
You tried again, slowly, gently. Bringing the damp cloth to their leathery wings and trying so carefully to clean off any blood, or what seemed like ash from them. Another flicker, but nothing followed. They were incredibly still, you almost believed they had lost consciousness again if not for the sharp breathing they tried to disguise.
Why did it feel like you were grating their skin? Every soft pass of the gentle cloth felt like knives running down their wings. The feeling ran all through their body, but they wouldnât let it show.
It was an agonizing process, that was probably only twenty minutes long but felt like a thousand hours. The moment it ended they slumped forward weakly, not really in a relaxed manner, but happy to have a break.
You allowed them a moment to just breathe as you went on, getting rid of the bloody water and discarding the cloth you had used.
ââŠwho are you? Iâve been assuming youâre an angel this whole time, by nothing but context clues I suppose, but you donât seem-â
âSamael, you know me as.â Samael⊠yes, that was familiar. An angel, Godâs favorite at that. But what were they doing in the ruins of hell, looking like that of all things?
âBut I am no longer using that name. It is dead to me, as God is.â And youâre guessing that as much of an answer youâre getting if you ever asked, so you didnât. You had your own qualms about the God you were sworn to worship. After all, he was the reason for your isolation, he was why you lived alone in this barren land. The land of the dammed.
âWhat name are you using?â âLucifer.â They had plenty of time to think about it. It just felt right. They were no longer God's angel, barely even an angel any longer. They needed a new name.. a new beginning, a new goal.
âAlright then, Lucifer. You can turn forward..â and they did. Which was surprising now that you knew who they were.
Once again a curious look crossed their face as they analyzed you. Why werenât you asking? Why didnât you care? What was so damn important about cleaning them that you had no regard for the story? Not like they would share it, no. Not now, not until they become something more than some sort of hurt animal.
You sat in front of them once again, with a new, much cleaner, bucket of water and cloth.
âIâm very capable of cleaning myself.â It was tiring, and humiliating, feeling so dependent. Lucifer was sure that if they even attempted their whole body would be taken over by pain once again. Moving didnât seem like the best option at the moment, yet their pride wouldnât allow this any longer.
âYes, Iâm sure you are. But if youâd let me, just this once..â you were sure they couldnât. And perhaps making less demands and more requests would go better with the prideful angel, from now on.
âAllow me to do it selfishly then, itâs awful lonely down here and now youâve joined me. Call it a welcome.â That certainly made it sound better.. they reluctantly nodded.
âHell is unfinished. So why are you here?â They asked as they stared down at you like a hawk. Watching your every move, observing where your hands went with every touch. âUnfinished doesnât mean inaccessible. Iâm a gatekeeper.â That made them even more curious. âYouâre not an angel.â âI'm not. I'm just a gatekeeper.â
Silence followed after that. Lucifer wasnât quite sure what to make of you. You seemed kind, caring, and horribly lonely. You also seemed to enjoy âtaking careâ of them. And you didnât ask. They liked that a lot. âI suppose youâre okay.â
You hummed and looked up at them. âWhat does that mean?â âYouâre okay company. Iâm left to rot here, so I might as well take into account that youâre tolerable to be around.â
âThank you?â âYouâre welcome.â What an odd being. Their pride followed them all the way down here, youâve noticed.
Soft hands, a warm cloth trailed up their shoulders, not scrubbing as much as just wiping, almost like a smooth caress with the intent of cleaning. They enjoyed that feeling. Theyâd never say it aloud.
You were concentrating on them, so silence repeated once again. But there were no awkward or harsh stares, nor tension. It was comfortable, it felt safe.
Lucifer looked beautiful like this. Their skin clean of all blood and ash, the gashes and cuts already well on their way to healing perfectly.
A knowing look crossed the angel's face as they looked down at you, once again getting rid of the water and cloth now that you were done.
âI can feel your smugness from here.â âI can hear your thoughts. That gives me the right to be smug.â You looked back at them, a smirk had grown on their lips.
âLook at you already messing up my peace..â you muttered. âI think you like me.â You do. You certainly do. Lucifer is quite charming, and very beautiful, how could you not?
âWell, Lucifer. I might tolerate you too, a little.â That made them genuinely smile, and God was it a stunning sight. A bright smile. Stunning like the morning star. They somehow kept reminding you of just that. Itâs been years since youâve seen it.. Eons probably, youâve lost track. But youâre certain they look just like it.
âThatâs Lucifer Morningstar, to you.â
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