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razielwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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Obey Me! Headcannons ~

I have never and will never hide that I dislike Luci

BUT

I do have thoughts

This man is just constantly sipping a caffeinated beverage he needs it to deal with these mfs

He's a single mother of all 6 of his brothers

I think all demons have sharp teeth. His are the least sharp of the brothers and he is PISSED ABT IT TGURBODFK

Fav song is probably by Mozart. Basic ass.

I discussed how the om! chars would deal wirth being in mlp (pls dont ask) and Luci and Luna give me an evil grinch smile

I feel like he'd curse when angry

Idk.

Gay ass

Smells like pine trees or something

I think he'd have a fear of mascots

Like. character mascots.

Don't ask me okay

Smells like axe bodyspray and SADNESS

Am I WRONG????

We all love mammon but that man.... we know he uses axe...

Befriends the local crows.

There is so many he could be carried off

They all give him shiny shit to sell

Did everyone remember how he's canonically a model

He's attractive. Canonically.

Anyways, second-sharpest teeth of the bros

This is cannon (TO ME) but Mammon is just attached to MC like glue

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" "LET GO OF MY HAND THEN????"

He once tried to steal and sell some of leviathan's games

The cast took a while to come off :)

Fav song is something CUNTY ik it

Most girlypop aside from asmo (YTO ME!!!!)

He's great :D

He is so trans to me as a transmasc.

He has a main twitter and an alt twitter. Nobody knows abt the alt so he uses it to doxx ppl he doesn't like

I love Leviathan but I swear to God I don’t think he knows what deodorant is

“man for a guy who sleeps in a bathtub you really have no concept of hygiene”

How many Henrys has he had??? who tf knows.

Fav animal is SNAKES

Loves pokemon. his fav would be gyarados

He will assume anything except romantic intentions at all times

Autistic. As approved by my friend with the 'tism

He would be a brony

Lovable but a Bit Cringe

Has tied Mammon to a chair and forced him to watch stuff before

EXPERT at pirating shit

Would play Undertale.

Speedrunner !!

Would spend like the better part of a month to discover EVERY SINGLE glitch, bug, and exploit in a game to use it to is advantage

Has a sims 4 cc folder that's like 80 terabytes

He's my malewife and he's everything to me.

Would make a shiny living dex on every single Pokémon game

He has multiple cardboard cutouts of his waifus

Satan has an Ao3 account. He writes exclusively on his fav characters

His Ao3 tag has something to do with Sherlock Holmes fight me

He tweets in perfect grammar

He'd kill over a board game

Would cry over a cute cat video

WARRIOR CATS NERD

HE'S COME UP WITH WARRIOR NAMES FOR EVERYONE HE KNOWS AND THE CAT HE THINKS IS MOST SIMILAR

Lucifer got assigned as Tigerclaw LMAO

He would get into Leviathan's fandoms but only bc Leviathan forced him. He comes out liking the thing.

His favorite disney movie would be Aristocats

Loves Luigi

He became a cat person specifically because Lucifer is a dog person

He'd also be a brony

The one that can analyze media properly

His brothers use him to spellcheck their essays

He either watches video essays on YouTube or he makes them

Likes reading about witchkraft from the human realm, he finds it interesting

The one that taught Leviathan to make cardboard cutouts

Knows about 50 stray cats and has named them all

Constantly brags about how he has sharper teeth than Lucifer

Smells like a different scented candle every week

Has that stereotypical gay accent

He's zesty

He's girlypop but we all knew that

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

Goes like "GIRL you would NOT believe what Solomon did!!"

He spills all the tea all the time

King shit

He'd wear a dress in a heartbeat and he'd ROCK IT

He would cry over broken nails but not because of the pain it might cause, only because it looks ugly asf now

"I NEED TO CRY BUT MY MAKEUP WAS 40 GRIMM"

The one who painted everyone's nails

Will threaten you in order to paint your nails, but he will do a color you like

King at make up

Absolutely loves Ru Paul

Keeps trying to get Dia to set up a drag race, he's unsuccessful as of now

Strawberry is his favorite flavor

He's very physically affectionate but would absolutely respect boundaries i will kill you if you think otherwise

He would HYPE. YOU. UP.

Has gum on him 24/7

Also has tampons on him so he can give them to the homies who need them (like Leviathan)

IDK man I didn't used to like him that much but he's grown on me

VERY GOOD COOK because of course he is

Loves giving piggyback rides

Tall enough and beefy enough for you to sit on his shoulders

Would also let Belph sleep on his shoulders

He's a golden retriever. We knew this.

Surprisingly good at Just Dance

Not a dog person not a cat person but a secret third thing (he thinks cows are adorable)

Always spares bugs and spiders when he finds them

Cannot watch cooking shows, he's tried to eat the TV before

Loves going to movie theaters, will pay just for the overpriced popcorn

You can tell he genuinely loves you if he shares his food

Like he shares his food with MC and all the brothers are like "W. WHAT??"

Would INSIST you look great no matter what you look like

You will cuddle with him and Belph this is an Order

Smells like food-scented deodorant

He would be too scared to roughhouse with anyone, boy is too strong

Likes just picking people up and carrying them off

He's done this with Satan once and it actually calmed him down

Favorite show is Bluey probably

Favorite animal is a maned wolf or something

Would kill for a klondike bar

Sharpest teeth out of the brothers + bites as a love language

Every time he bites Leviathan it results in Leviathan squealing higher than able to be heard by humankind

Talks in his sleep. It is adorable thank you for asking!

Smells like Lavendar, vanilla deodorant, and a little bit of "hasn't showered in 2 days" hidden underneath

Drinks a lot of milk

Blueberry is his favorite flavor

Lucid dreams a lot

He does not believe dreams have meanings his are always either incomprehensible or if they did have menains have ones he really doesnt like

Would drink monster energy but he hates the taste of caffeine (he just like me forreal)

Gummies are his favorite snack

He gives off trans energy but i honest to diavolo can't tell if he's transfem or transmasc or neither i CANT TELL

He's girly pop in his own unique way

His DDD's ringtone is Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica

He's neurodivergent to me i just dont know how

Chews on everything for sensory reasons

Spoiled. Because he's the youngest sibling ofc he is

Every time he drinks hot cocoa he puts marshmallows in it

He considers "barging into your room and scooching you over in your bed to cuddle" a sleepover

Alternatively he'll get Beel to bring you to their room

Hey everyone remember how he's canonically a yandere-

Anyways he's cool :)

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myveryownfanfiction · 7 months ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing

AN: Hey if you don't like it, dont read it but this will be written the way Barry talks. I'm not going to take away a character's disability just to make this.

“Hey (Y/N).” Barry said as he sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes. “What time should I pick you up for ouw date?” Sheldon paused as he stared at Barry.

“excuse me?” He said, eyebrow raised as he took in how I was leaning slightly away from Barry. “I didn’t think the two of you even got along outside of work.” I nodded.

“We don’t.” I shot a glare at Barry. “But for some reason, this dork thinks he can keep asking me out.” Sheldon’s glare deepened. “It’s getting exhausting honestly.” Barry rolled his eyes and nudged my leg under the table. I nudged him back and he bit back a smile. Barry dug his phone out of his pocket and I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "Sheldon, help me. Please." Sheldon just shook his head and continued eating.

"Hey Siwi, can you wecommend a westauwant?" Barry said. I looked over and saw him staring at his phone.

"I'm sowwy Bawwy. I cannot understand wecommend a westauwant." Barry's smile fell.

"You suck Siwi." He muttered before pocketing his phone. His hand found mine under the table and squeezed. "Anyway. We can always find one later." I looked over at him with a disgusted look on his face.

"I said no Barry." I said. Sheldon looked over and nodded.

"Take a hike Barry." He said. "No one wants you here. Learn to take no for an answer." I squeezed his hand before letting go as he got up.

“bye Barry.” I smirked as he shook his head at me. I could tell he was fighting a smile.

“latew losews.” He threw us a peace sign and walked off. Before he turned the corner, he looked at me with a smile that made me fight my own. Nodding to the side, Barry raised an eyebrow. I nodded as he headed down the hallway.

“you don’t think I know, but I do.” Sheldon said, watching me carefully. I turned back towards him and frowned.

“know what?” I asked. Sheldon gave me a look and I held up my hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about half the time Sheldon. so know what?”

“you and kripke.” Sheldon said, pointing his fork in the direction Barry had just run off to. “You’re together. Oh don’t give me that look.” I was staring at him with my mouth open. “He’s a lot nicer around you. And he lays off me. Which I’m sure you asked him to do. And you have been missing a lot of video game nights and comic book store nights.” Sheldon raised his eyebrows. “That secret boyfriend of yours? It’s kripke.”

“you sneaky bastard!” I laughed. Sheldon smiled at me. “And what if we are?” I tilted my head at him.

“I’m not happy about it. But I can tolerate it.” He said. I reached over and tapped his tray. Sheldon shook his head and motioned for me to leave. “Go. He’s waiting for you. And I’m sure he’s now worried about what I’m telling you.”

“worried no.” I said, standing up. “Annoyed, hell yeah.” Sheldon snorted and I winked at him before heading down the hall. “Barry you can come out now. Sheldon knows.”

“aw fuck.” Barry complained as he opened the janitor door. “How? You didn’t tell him did you?” I shook my head as he wrapped an arm around me.

“No. It’s Sheldon.” I laughed as he drew me into his side. We started walking down the hall to his office. “He’s worse than Sherlock Holmes sometimes.” Barry squeezed my shoulder and hung his head.

“alwight. I guess we tell the guys then.” I nodded as I put my head on his shoulder. “How do you feel about that?” I shrugged.

“I mean Sheldon was the big hurdle. It’ll be nice not to have Howard hit on me all the time.” I said. Barry laughed and kissed my head.

“only im allowed to hit on you.” He said softly.

“yeah. And I don’t know who I was getting more annoyed with.” I teased. Barry frowned at me and pulled me against him tighter with a growl.

“hey. Be caweful about that.” He said. I laughed as I turned to kiss him. Barry hummed against my lips. “Alwight. You have eawned my fowgivness.” I laughed and squeezed his waist.

“thank you.” I giggled and pushed Barry’s office door open. “Now we need to talk about you joining us for some kind of dinner thing at Sheldon and Leonard’s apartment. An initiation type thing I’ve been told before.”

“fuck me!” Barry groaned as we went into his office.

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disintegratedfingers · 7 months ago

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New Bandages

Optional: Before reading, get comfortable- adjust the temperature in your space to a warm degree, maybe putting on more layers, even. Sit/lay in a position that keeps you frozen. Listen to the song above while reading.

Pairing: Sero x reader. Content: Fluff, slight angst. Warnings: Light swearing. (Proofread ✅)

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Your whole arm was itchy, and the dampened cloth greased your skin achingly. Your doctor recommended a few more days of the bandages after you were discharged from the hospital.

"Why were you in there, anyways?" You sat in Sero's hammock while the boy laid back against his bedframe.

"Did no one tell you?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed as you rubbed at the wrapped cloth. Sero just shrugged. You sighed. "Some villian gave me a gash while we were running errands... jumped outta nowhere, challenged us to a fight."

"What was his quirk?"

"Really?"

"C'mon, don't be like that! Just curious."

"I'm not sure, alright?" You huffed. "Sato took care of the situation- I was in some sort of shock. Couldn't move, and I was bleeding real bad."

"You woulda passed out, huh?" He offered a smirk, receiving an annoyed look in return. "What?"

"Sero, I couldn't help stop a lower-rank villian!" you shot back. "Just some back alley drug dealer or something-"

"Hey keep it down, alright?" Sero waved his hands in the air, fretful. "Everyone else is sleeping." You glanced down in embarrassment, skin on fire from all the aggressive scratching.

"Here," Sero reached forward and slipped his hand under yours, delicately looking over the bandaging in dim light. "Oh, gross."

"No shit, Sherlock," you mumbled, other palm pressed against your mouth as you leaned against it. Sero huffed a small laugh before gently unwrapping the cloth.

"I can replace this with my tape," he suggested. "You won't be irritated anymore."

"I don't want something sticky on-"

"Oh hush," he snapped playfully. "I can wrap the non-sticky side onto your arm, them tape a sliver to the end..." He crumpled up the old wrapping and did just so, layering his tape around your arm.

"...then I'll plaster more tape over it to hide the stickiness, see?" He finished up the process skillfully, checking the tightness. You looked over his delicate work.

"Oh hey," you remarked. "That's a decent job. Thanks." The irritation was gone from your skin; you traced a finger over the overlapping parts.

"It's nothing," Sero sniffed. "Why don't the nurses give you extra bandages?"

"They do. I got some after my discharge," you replied. "But they accidently gave me the rougher ones- or maybe they meant to... plus, I hate applying them myself."

"You've got 19 classmates, two teachers, and your other family and friends," the boy crossed his arms. "Are you sure you just didn't want me to do it for yah?"

"Nah," you waved a hand, laying back in the hammock. "It wasn't itchy 'till now, anyways."

"Alright," Sero nodded, tilting his head slightly. "Well... we've got some intense training tomorrow so..." You turned over with a small, patterned pillow in your arms, ignoring him.

"You sure you don't wanna go back to your dorm...? We're cutting it kinda close with Mr. Aizawa."

"'Heard he's sleepin' hard tomorrow," you murmured. "Besides, he trusts our friendship. He'll assume we studied together or something."

"If you're wrong, I'm blocking you," Sero decided, growing comfortable in his own bed. "But, sure."

You hummed contently, sinking into sleep.

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hellcatinnc · 2 years ago

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Herlock Sholmes/Sherlock Holmes Review… Well what can I say he had me intrigued first time I saw him because in general I have always liked Sherlock Holmes. Going into this though, I was looking at it from Lupins side in the anime and felt like with all the guys skirting around the law and all that Holmes wouldn't ever be more than a detective. Which of course you didn't get much screen time of him in the anime.

So I was happy to get to play as a love interest with him and cardia in future blessings and wintertide miracles. I really wish it had ended with their marriage but the proposal was so sweet. It took him awhile to say I love you but when he did you could feel the love behind it all. A big part fell over into Wintertide Miracles than anything but Future Blessings got the ground work started for their love story. The longer I look at this man though I realize he really is a very beautiful man, like the only other one I say this about is Saint Germain. Absolutely Hot! The way he looks at Cardia is like he has never loved anyone this much until now and will do anything to keep it and as time goes on you see this to be true. I mean he wouldn't even let go of her hand when she almost fell even if it was burning him, this man waited a year and visited her often just to be close to her when he could have simply moved on like men in our society now.

I love he is a gentleman and always remembers himself is that but also has a flirty mischievous side to him that makes him show her the softer side of him too. However from the start of his flirty words I felt like there was some naughtiness to this man deep down and boy was I right. I mean just the way he says things sometimes and follows up with that look that makes most want to take their clothes off… lol. From the topless picture they show at the end all the way to what might of been innocent (I swear it is so not innocent in how he looks at her when he does it) when he goes to take the cookie from her hand to even his smart remarks that he has to help her get rid of the poison because he is a man and its not good for his mental well being to have a look but don't touch relationship OMG he sizzles thats for sure even thought deep down he proved he waited a year for her on top of the months they were together before hand.

When push come to shove and Aleister was to make him kill London or her he chose not to kill her even though he is a detective he was willing to find a way to save her or die along side her in her arms. Honestly I think if he couldn't have woke her up in the end or he would have had to kill her I think he loved her enough he would have taken his own life. I know Lupin is supposed to be her one true love but I even feel like there is something fundamentally strong with Sholmes as well. I honestly believe that based off my original post findings and playing through all of Future Blessings that in my particular order is Saint Germain, Impey, Sholmes, Fran, Lupin, & last Van. I mean look out how he looks at her <3

So I know alot of people didn't care for him because he wasn't like the sherlock holmes we all know from the books but honestly its the part I loved the most. Like I love the sherlock stories but he may have been a very perceptive man but he never married or loved anyone where Sholmes he loves so much even after fighting with his own demons it made it more relatable to me. I actually prefer to keep both Sherlocks separate from each other. This is my special place I can see Sherlock connect like no other honestly I prefer this one. In the end he felt like he not only loved her but was the true prince of it all at least in her love story.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years ago

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The Bride In Black P82 - 88

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (Vampire)

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet

Series The Bride In Black

I held my breath a little as Natalie led me down out of the house and into the garden we walked through the green grass beside the hedges and flowers. Side by side we stopped just around the corner from our set up wedding space and she smiled, tapping my hand and heading off without saying a word. I did my best not to blush or to cry as I waited the mere seconds felt for hours rushing by until I heard the sweet violin music begin. At first I found myself unable to move until I let out a clear sign holding my flowers tightly as I took my step. The first couple on the grass until I reached the little wooden red walk way down the center. At first I kept my eyes closed, slowly walking hearing slight gasps below the music. I couldn't wait anymore so I opened my eyes to see the most perfect sight that could be imagined.

The grey sky loomed over us, but bright enough to still be sweet. The hedges in a circle around everything taller than everyone at over six feet tall. The sweet green grass across the ground with the little wooden reed walk way in the center. Either side of the walkway where the small brown wooden chairs with black and red draped fabric across them where all our guests sat, them all looking at me surprised. Slightly behind me was the small quartet of violins to play our sweet music. At the end of the walkway close to the hedge was the large wooden arch covered in red roses, lavender flowers, lilac flowers, and ivy. And there he stood waiting staring at the hedge so I couldn't see much of him. Jack Jack stood beside him in all grey, his eyes wide. I saw him whisper something to Thomas but I wasn't sure what it was. I slowly made my way down spotting Oliver and Ava both smiling so widely, I saw his mother and their aunt Luna. His mother seemed happy already teary and Luna gave me a look of a smirk that made me blush a little. For a second I was nervous being so close to him I moved beside him and gave his shoulder a tap.

He had his eyes closed but nervously fiddled with his fingers as he turned on his heels to face me so I made sure I was facing him too. He wore well shined red leather shoes, blood red suit pants with a black belt, a black button down with the top button undone, a red waistcoat with black buttons, and a red and black slightly textured jacket that perfectly matched his whole outfit, his hair perfectly sat and sculpted. He let out a breath and opened his eyes immediately tearing up and sniffling unable to hide his wide smile

"Hi Thomas" I smiled

"... Hi." He smiled now crying

"Don't you'll make me cry" I whined playfully

"I'm sorry - I'm sorry, I thought I'd last longer than that. Look at you. Your more beautiful than I ever could have imagined" he smiled fighting his tears

"You look insanely handsome"

"I did my best. I don't think I even compare to you my darling, my sweet little Y/n" he smiled "Shall we begin?"

"Um hum" I nodded

He offered his hand so I happily took it,

Jack got the book from the side. I believe it was a copy of Sherlock or something that he had simply passed our wedding script in but it looked the part "we welcome everyone here today in this place of sweetness, to join together two who wish to share an eternity. To join together mortality and immortality to be one. To share one heart, one soul and one infinite life together. From this day on they will walk through hand in hand without the cold wither of time passing. To swear to one another everything without secret, without silence, without fear or concern." He explained "anyone in this place who has reason, concern, or a voice not yet heard who believes this joining to be false the floor is open now and it never will again" he said and there was nothing not a word was spoken "very well. You should know your words'' he looks to me so I nodded

"I Y/n Y/l/N swear that I will stand by your side until time runs out. I will protect you from any and all that may wish to harm you, I promise to give you the freedom to make your path but give advice when this may be bleak, I promise to hold our secret close and protected, and to stay with you until the sun itself burns out. I give you my heart. Utterly and completely. For I love you Thomas and I promise I always will" I smiled looking to jack

"Right, sorry?" He says handing over the sweet ring gold inside and a matte black on the outside I took it and gently squeezed my and before slipping it on his finger

"Awwww Y/n" he said having to dry his tears

"I, Thomas sangster swear, that I will stand with you until the end of time. I will protect you from all those who may harm you. I promise to give you freedom but I will always be by your side to advise you. I will stay with you in your arms until the end of all things. I give you my heart, my soul and all of my external life and love, for Y/n you are the woman I was meant to be with and now I stand with you I know truly I was made for you and no matter what happens I will love you beyond measure of time" he smiled taking the same ring from Jack giving my hand a kiss before slipping the ring on my finger to sit with my engagement ring

"That's beautiful Thomas"

"Will you take this man, in all his flaws and faults, to be with heart as soul for eternity?"

"I do" I blushed holding back my tears

"Will you take this woman in all her flaws and faults to be with heart and soul for all eternity?"

"I do" Thomas nods squeezing my hand

"Then so it shall be, now and forever. Husband and wife. Mr and Mrs sangster" he smiled

We both couldn't stop smiling as everyone began to applaud and cheer but everyone jumped as immediately there was a violent cracking across the sky, the whole garden shaking and illuminating for a split second as thunder and lightning snapped and the moment they did a drop. Then two. Then three. Then four. And before anyone could move the rain was battering the garden knocking the flowers and grass everyone in panic quickly rushing for cover from the intense rain.

And even though I was in my wedding dress I didn't care and neither did Thomas. He pulled me close into a sweet kiss feeling the heat and the rush of emotions making me cry tears flooding down my cheeks along with the rain unable to hold back my emotions that it was finally true we were married. He was even crying too, pulling me tighter and tighter to him.

Till we each pulled back letting the rain wash over us completely

"I have never been more in love with you then I am in this very moment" I smiled

"I didn't think it was possible for me to love you anymore. I have proven myself wrong today" he smiled "you look so beautiful, my beautiful wife"

"It is finally true" I smiled holding his hand "come on or we'll catch a cold" I told him he nodded and we walked down the little pathway hand in hand.

We walked hand in hand, across the rainy paths of the house all the way to the small stone chapel we had been to before. We waited as everyone filed in and found their seats unable to stop our kisses and cuddles; he would barely let me go for a second.

"I don't know what to say to you, I'm just so happy. So happy it's true. We're married. You're my wife." He smiled tears slowly falling

"Ohh thomas" I giggled wiping his tears away and giving him a little kiss "It's alright you don't have to say anything, I know how long you've waited for this"

"It was worth it. Every moment of it. To wait for you, My perfect y/n" he smiled stroking my cheek "I love you so much"

"I love you too" I smiled

"Are you ready?"

"I am" I nodded

"Okay," he nodded and held my hand softly giving my hand a sweet kiss before we headed inside but this time we went to the altar and fear washed over me like an ocean wave seeing the slab of stone. The same slug-like man stood there waiting for us "You have joined this family by law, now you must join it by blood. Do you swear to this family, its secret forever more?"

"I do" I nodded

"Do you join us... willingly?"

"I do"

He offered the slab so I let out a breath and laid down fixing my dress a little so I was comfortable. Thomas stood beside me and gently held my hand.

The priest loomed over me with the knife in hand and thomas turned white admittedly I gulped as I saw it.

"No" thomas snapped "I'll do it" He says taking the knife in hand looking down at me nervously "I'm sorry y/n"

"It's okay" I nodded doing my best not to look, he took my hands and ran the blade across my skin opening up my skin I did my best not to scream to show my pain to much but it hurt so much

"It doesn't hurt too bad doesn't darling?"

"It's fine thomas" I lied trying to make him feel a little better even if tears started uncontrollably running down my cheeks, they took my blood and began to pass it around all the while my vision got fuzzier, slowly getting darker my body feeling so weak and cold. My vision completely fading.

When my vision cleared I felt strange. This feeling of weightlessness, like I was hollow. Like my feet didn't have weight or mass. Like my steps didn't make a sound. I stood in my dress just as I had been before but I was somewhere completely different, this vast empty green place mountains loomed over this green valley, the blue sky hung low. I knew I wasn't in pennyshire anymore.

"Please..." I heard behind me so I quickly turned on my heels I saw a silvery rock where a woman laid in grey rags, Her brown hair in a long braid she was bloody and bruised gasping for her every struggled breath as she held the hand of a small blonde boy no older than nine. "Be good" she begged with her last breath before her eyes closed and her head dropped onto the stone

"Mummy... please don't go mummy" He begged her, tears flooding down his cheeks. I struggled not to cry myself hearing his blood curdling cries for his mother. Slowly darkness fell and he begrudgingly left her walking through the tall grass stopping just in front of me picking up a stick from the grass starting to gather things to build himself a shelter. I watched as time rolled on by watching him slowly grow and the large green field grow from a small farmhouse, to a thriving village slowly but surely watching as this large silver stone castle rose high into the sky with a city surrounding it all with this boy as king. I could walk through the streets, though the castle chambers and knowone ever saw I was there. I was able to watch this whole place grow into the prosperous city. I saw the boy grow into a strong man, I never saw him smile in all the years I had seen him... Until one day. He was walking in the back fields of the castle and he found a young girl with a long golden braid of hair with her little basket of flowers

"Ohh Hello My king" she curtseyed

"Hello, Miss" He smiled happily talking with her for hours, it was sweet to watch him so happy. As she visited more often and they spent more time together eventually being married in the castle hall on a beautiful winter day.

"You and I, now and forever until the end of time" he smiled his forehead against hers

"Now and forever Samuel"

I felt so happy watching them get married they both seemed so happy together. She went though a much harsher version of the process and the two ruled over the still growing city as a very happy king and queen. Her stomach slowly grew and one day in early February she had her baby but the rest of it caused her to lose her own life once her baby gained his own. The child was so sweet giggling away but he couldn't even face his son. Going out to the balcony with a servant, a silent tear running down his face.

"My king, what are your demands?" she asked

"I want an arrangement?" he says

"An arrangement?"

"I want you and your staff to swear you will take care of my son"

"Of course my king"

"No. I need you to swear. Swear you will not stop defending him. And whatever extensions of my family come"

"Of course my king" she nodded

"Swear" he told her he cut his hand open and offered her the knife she cut her hand open and held his own "Swear that you and all others in your staff will defend my family. From this day until the end of days."

"I swear to do so my king" she nods and as she took her hand away her hand was healed

"Thank you." he nods "fetch me wine" he demand

"Yes sir" she nods, hurrying off, the moment she was gone he wiped his eyes and went out into the harsh sunlight, he took his true form, the smallest of all forms I had ever seen. And as soon as the sunlight touched his form it began to burn and smolder until his whole form went completely up in flames leaving nothing behind not even a pile of ash.

The servant held her word and even brought many more staff all of which now lived as long as the family was unable to be hurt until their work was done. As the little boy grew up in the castle, I knew who it was, it was Henry . I watched him grow up under the castle's protection all the while the city grew more and more but the larger it grew the more unhappy the people became. One day when he was meeting with the new staff members I recognized the look he had across his face it reminded me of what I saw with samuel and even with Thomas "Pleasure to meet you my king"

"Pleasure to meet you miss, what's your name?"

"Marceline" she blushed

"Marceline" he smiled "That's a beautiful name"

It was a pleasure to watch them grow closer soon enough being married on the hill. Her process not long after the much cleaner and more simplified Penelope before her, I understood why Edgar thought she and I would get along. I think honestly we would have. She was kind but had her limits, a grace that couldn't really be explained as if she glided across the world. She had her sons, the trio of boys all of which were sweet, Luke a strong minded boy who always had his head deep in a book, Markus was foolish but sweet hearted nonetheless almost always training to be as fast and strong as possible and Nathan was a kind soul who cared for his animals his horses, rabbits, cats and dogs most of which strays from the city that he cared for even in there I'll states. but I didn't know them for long as soon enough Luna arrived and then Wotton. And on the day Wotton arrived the city burned.

The people rose up and thought against them executing the boys but Wotton and Henry, they burnt the castle all the paintings, books, and other beautiful things I had watched be created over all these years went up in smoke enough to bring a year to your eye. Markus and Nathan were hung in the town square and Lucas beheaded a day after. Luckily Henry, Marcelline, Luna and Wotton escaped with help from the staff. And I was able to follow them though until they reached what would become Pennyshire and Natalie was born. It was amazing to watch as Henry built everything of the manor I had known all of it to protect his family but given I already knew the fate of those before me o was fearful of all the things thomas hadn't told me.

I was able to watch Natalie grow up and the house expands the family all so close and sweet, at times I would walk out and watch the rose garden expand even if at times marceline often spooked me as I could have sworn she saw me. I even watched as Wotton found his children, two young twin girls left in a basket on the manor's steps, which he happily adopted as his own naming them liza and lisa. but I felt so close to all of them and when Natalie first brought him to the house. Daniel fisher it was so nice to see Natalie so happy when she first brought him home to introduce him to the family he was young and sweet in his nervousness bringing him into a family dinner where they were merciless to him eating and drinking in front of him even purposely scaring him. I suddenly felt so much better about how I had been brought into the family. But then I found out why.

"Father, we have some news"

"News?" he glared sipping his glass

"Well, we're pregnant," she says

He immediately spat out his drink in shock

"WHAT!"

"I'm pregnant, father"

"How dare you! How dare you touch my daughter!" He yelled jumping from his seat and trying to attack him but marceline stopped him

"Henry. hurting him won't undo this"

".... fine" He sighed

"You foolish girl"

"I'm sorry father"

"How did this happen?"

"sir I-" He began

"I want to hear it from my daughter!"

"We made a mistake"

"Not even blooded. not even bond," he says

"Can you understand for a moment the disappointment in you. sister" Wotton spoke up

"Like your any better!" Luna snapped getting up from her seat

"what's that supposed to mean!"

"Your children lack a mother Wotton"

"you keep them out of this"

"No how are you any better than her!"

"Enough!" marceline shouted "no-one in this family is faultless. we have all made mistakes. But what happened has happened and it cannot be undone"

"the two of you are getting married. tomorrow," he said before they tried to leave

"You can't be serious!" Wotton spoke up "father. You cannot truly be allowing her to bring a human into our home"

"What choice do I have!"

"kill it!"

"I will not leave that child without a father. even if I disprove of my daughter's foolishness"

"I didn't mean the human"

"Wotton!" Natalie cried holding her stomach

Henry went close to him looking angrier than I had yet seen, "Just because you are the last of your brothers. does not entitle you to be cruel." he says "she has made a mistake, I am no happier about this than you are. My daughter was defiled by a human before marriage. But no matter the ill circumstances that is still a Sangster inside of her. You dare speak of that again I will bring your stomach out of your mouth"

"It goes. or I leave"

"Wotton-" Maracline began

"No. I mean it. I will not stay in the house with a bastard"

This debate when on for literal days the whole family arguing over what was to be done and it ended with a very simple resolve Wotton and his children packed up and left the manor as did luna but she assured she would return mostly feeling this place had become too crowded for her to remain and soon enough he arrived into the world.

"Mother, father. this... is Thomas" she smiled bringing the sweet little baby into the drawing room everyone, of course, making a fuss of him I couldn't help but cry looking at him in his little wooden crib barely even the man I loved but it was beyond sweet to see him so young, so small, so innocent. not yet hardened by the world. The day after he was born Natalie and daniel married even if it was clear neither really wanted to. It was such fun to watch Thomas slowly grow up into such a sweet little boy, I followed him out one day as he ran through the grounds and into the woods, stopping short when I saw where we were.

"Granma Marcy, what are you doing out here?"

"Thomas! I thought I told you to stay in the house"

"Mummy and daddy were fighting again"

"Oh sweetheart, alright come on"

"What is this place granma Marcy?"

"My rose garden. but you have to promise me you keep it a secret?"

"why?"

"well, this is a place your mother, your father, and your grandfather have no idea exists"

"why not?"

"I have kept it a secret. being a human married into this family can be hard Thomas. Watching all the family and friends you once had disappeared, the world you built turns to dust. It's something you'll never understand. but this place is my own little secret something wholly my own." she explained

"That's sweet granma Marcy" he cooed giving her a hug "I can go if you'd like"

"You can stay so long as you keep it a secret"

"I promise"

"Good boy." she smiled fixing his hair "and one day, when you have a lovely lady all your own, remember to give her a special place too"

"I will"

"Good, come on then you can help me tend the roses"

It brought a tear to my eye to see him so happy but... I knew what was to happen next.

It was daniels process and it was the most hellish I had witnessed he fought for every moment, screamed constantly, his body even rejecting the blood it was given, leaving him as a failed process and only a half-vampire, I felt so awful but at the same time happy, I felt awful for daniel and for Natalie, especially for Thomas that he had to witness his father in such struggle but at the same time happy for oliver and I to have a much easier time of it, I assume I honestly have no clue how my own is going or is gone? I might be dead frankly.

and then... that night. it started small a bonfire in the town that all it was, but they came as an angry mob attacking the house luckily all the corridors and secret passages gave the family a route to escape well almost all of them

"NOOOO Marcy!" henry scream desperately trying to hold onto her as townspeople chained her hands dragging her away

"Father we have to go" Natalie pleaded with Thomas in her arms

"No! you might hate your husband. But I will never abandon her!"

everyone else rushed to the chapel to stay safe but I followed henry as he rushed to town but... he was too late. They had brunt her alive in the square like a witch to ensure she was dead. I saw his blood boil without a word he transformed and devoured everyone in the town leaving the fire of her execution to light the town and burning the bodies of those he had slain before helping everyone return to the house. he was silent even more so than he had usually been.

Not even a week later henry called Thomas up to his office, "You wanted to see me, grandfather?"

"I did. I'll keep this short. I need you to promise me something?"

"Of course."

"Promise me you'll look after this family when I'm gone"

"But your-"

"Thomas. don't question me."

"Sorry grandfather."

"Do you promise to?"

"I do."

"Let me hear it"

"I promise I'll look after this family," He nods "But you're not going anywhere? are you?"

"I am." he says "I cannot be without her."

"Why not my father? if you go he'll be lord of the house?"

"because I don't trust your father Thomas. I never have. His allegiance to this family is questionable. This family needs someone I trust. and someone who has and always will be a part of this family. You may be a bastard boy Thomas... but you're my only grandson. and your a Sangster. though and though. It's in your blood Never forget the importance of this family"

"I won't I swear it"

"Good. Go on go find your mother"

he nodded and scurried off I wanted to follow him but nervously I remained as he stepped out onto the window ledge wiping away a tear "I'll be with you soon, My marceline" he took his true form similar almost identical in fact to that of thomas' flying high in the bright sunlight burning up high into the sky

"f-father. No! No please.... No!" Natalie screamed as she arrived and discovered what her father had done.

Natalie became the lady of the house, taking good care of it but becoming hollow and tired. much more like the woman I first met. her relationship with daniel was... rocky at best. often fighting and arguing but doing their best to hide it from Thomas as best they could. More staff came including martin and it was so sweet to see him as a young man not yet tried of his immortal life. and my sweet Thomas, watching him grow still as a sugary sweet little boy as could be imagined even after the terrible things he had witnessed it did worry me as to what is was that turned him so... but, I didn't wait long to find out. I had followed him on an evening sneak out of the house into the town away from his arguing parents walking though the little Pennyshire market and suddenly he stopped short... I was puzzled and looked to see him. He was utterly smitten, wide-eyed, mouth agape, breath short. He was staring at a young girl across the market in a long tattered green dress, with porcine skin and bright orange hair in a dirty braid,with bright sky blue eyes. she waved at him playfully and he sweetly waved back, she cooed a little at him and even flashed her ankle which I'm sure was scandalous for this time period and Thomas melted, not literally but I think it was close. He went over nervously and started a conversation with her.

"Uhhhh Hello" he blushed

"Hello" she smiled offering an apple from her basket he paid her and took the apple having a bite

"Your uhh you're very beautiful"

"aren't ya sweet" she smiled pinching his cheek

"I uhh I'm thomas"

"Lillibeth" she smiled

"Ughhhhhhhh..... would uhh would you like to go for a walk with me?"

"Awww sorry sugar cube, father says I must sell every apple before I'm allowed home" she says

"Oh, what if I buy them all? then we could go?"

"Awww you'd do that for me? you really are a sugar cube" she smiled

He happily paid for all the apples and she let him walk around the square with her at arms length of course before shooing him off for her to head home. He hurried home to the house and immediately lay on his bed like a love-sick idiot.

Admittedly I already hate her. Not just because I know what she's going to do to him, I found her very rude and I guess in hindsight her tricks were easier to see. every interaction they had coin would be exchanged and I had never seen her give him any. I couldn't blame Thomas he didn't know any better. But she clearly worked out fast that he liked her and that he had money and she was going to milk Thomas for every coin she could get while never letting him get anywhere. it went on for years watching Thomas grow up all while chasing this girl I had to admit I got... a little jealous at some points but that's only fair to be jealous watching the man you love be so utterly devoted to another woman, and infuriated to see how badly she treated him.

"Please lilli"

"No thomas, you silly little boy"

"Please lilli I won't see you for two weeks all I want is a little kiss before you go" he pleads

"No kisses, what if my father found out?"

"So what, let me take you home and tell him how bad I want to marry you"

"Ohh Thomas don't be silly"

"I'm not being silly lilli, I love you, I adore you, you know I do. I'd marry you tomorrow if you'd only let me"

"Alright" she sighed

"We can get married!"

"No." she snapped "One kiss. for your usual toll"

"But... I don't have any more coins."

"Ohh then no kisses for you" she laughs

"But I just bought you your new dress, and I bought us dinner. please Lilli just one little kiss just while your gone" he pleads taking her hand

"No Thomas. if your good you can have kissed when I get back alright"

"okay, why are you going all the way to Norfolk anyway?"

"I told you, Thomas my father insists I go, he thinks I should marry him"

"But you won't?"

"Of course not Thomas, it's just an act for father. once he's dealt with we'll get married"

"You promise?"

"Of course, I promise my darling"

"Alright, I'll see you soon?"

"soon" she smiled giving his head a little kiss before she returned to town,

"Ohh Thomas, you poor thing," I said I wanted so desperately to hold him but I was unable to, he got up and returned home to a lecture from his parents of course as they were now caring for little ava who could barely walk and talk yet. But the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months and lillibeth didn't come back. Thomas passed and panicked desperate for answers, he even broke away from the house and went to find her bringing her back to the manor I had to watch through my fingers watching him explain to her the truth about himself and the family but she wasn't interested explaining she was already married to the man her father picked out having been able to woo him because of all the dresses, money and gifts he gave her.

"But Lillibeth... please... Love you. I'll give you anything, anything at all I can give you an immortal life. just please... say you love me. and say you'll stay"

"You are crazy. you're a monster. I never want to see you again!" she screamed marching out the dungeon

"Lilli please-"

"No! your insane if you think I'm staying with you for another moment let alone the rest of my life or immortal life. your sweet Thomas. you are. But I don't want a sugary husband and I never did"

"But you said we'd get married"

"I lied! to get you to leave me alone!"

"But I love you"

she had no mercy always denying him fighting him at all chances until she got outside he had no choice but to take his true form even larger and more threatening now but still she fought back even climbing the tower and kicking down the rocks to break his wing until he eventually killed her.

I felt so awful, watching him be so upset he barely emerged from his room for over a year constantly crying over her, I felt so horrible I just wanted to hold him close and tell him all the things we would do together, how much I loved him and how he only had to wait a little while till we could be together. But slowly he got over it becoming more hardened and vacant unfortunately more of the man I knew. I watched him and his family go around the world as ava grew up having so many adventures until... that fight.

"You have always looked down on me!"

"well, what did you want me to do!"

"you're a monster. I never wanted this life! you made me! you forced me!"

"I never forced you"

"Yes you did! if you'd just gotten rid of him I could have lived a normal life. without secrets and ceremonies! I could have died. when I was meant to! rather then living in this waking nightmare!"

"if you want to die! it can be arranged"

their fight was... horrible to watch like nothing I had ever seen before violence I had only ever seen once before when herny destroyed Pennyshire, Natalie won leaving daniel now a bloody mess and Thomas now lord of the house.

then war came. luckily the house was spared from destruction Thomas fought bravely as did jack, Natalie and ava even turned the house into a place for the ill and wounded a sweet gesture even if they were using the dead to feed on it was sweet to see all the boys of the flying bats all so close especially when jack came home to the manor with Thomas. It felt like no time at all war was called again and I had to admit it made me giggle to see that face again. the face I think all boys in this family make when they see something and utterly fall in love

"she- she's beautiful"

"Yeah the newbie. you boy's will all be trained on her a lots of new buttons and bits for you to learn" The commander explained

"she's so perfect" he cooed

"Thomas ya want some time alone with your new plane?" Jack laughs

"Yes. I shall name her... lady" he smiled giving the front of the plane a hug "Ummmm lady"

"should we be concerned about him?" The commander asks

"no this is just kinda how he is" jack shrugged

The flying bats reformed and admittedly I got a little playfully jealous of the plane but it helped me to see just how much he loved that plane, when all was done It broke my heart watching him slow deeper and deeper into his sadness until... she arrived.

Valerie. she was just as I imaged her and I hated her the moment I saw her. she was open about how Thomas was nothing to her, just a toy she plaid with and honestly I joined with the family and with jack in wanting her gone I felt awful to watch him fall so far into the abuse of drugs and alcohol all because of her abuse of his sadness and her use of him for her own desires admittedly I was thankful for her teaching him what he did know however I'm sure I could have done so all I wanted to do was slap the damn girl even if I did see just how sick she was and how much she hid that from Thomas.

The fights now where huge and honestly I was fearful even though I knew the outcome I was afraid one of these would really get out of hand but her fall soon came... they agreed to marry and I had to watch that fight in the study

"This is insane. thomas you know better then that"

"I know I do"

"do you really want a marriage like your mother and father"

"No!"

"Then why are you doing this!"

"Becuase I can't find anyone else! I may never find anyone else and I.... I can't loose her now jack. shes the only friend I have left."

"I'm your friend. and you'll always have your family"

"Maybe... I want more then that. I love my family I do. But It can't be so much to ask just to want someone to hold at night"

"You'll find her. you will. don't make the mistake of marrying some bimbo who you know you'll never love. we both know the girl you're meant for wherever she is she'll find her way here"

"I can't wait any longer jack. I can't be alone anymore. I'm marrying Valerie. before her sickness takes hold."

"You marry her... I'm leaving."

"Don't make me choose between you and her"

"why not?"

"Because you already know my answer"

"I do. Alright... Goodbye Thomas"

"Goodbye jack"

I cried so much I tried so much to make myself known but still jack packed up and left, and soon enough she had her tumble, and even though I hated her... it was hard to watch as she laid in the bed with only Thomas to comfort her. "Valerie. I can save you. I can give you an immortal life."

"Ohhh Thomas... I'm not afraid of death. not anymore. I know I said I... wanted to but. I can't live a life that long. I'm sorry Thomas"

"It...it's okay. I understand"

"I'm so sorry, but I can't marry you"

"I understand, go peacefully I couldn't bare to keep you alive unhappily"

"you're a good boy Thomas, you'll make someone very happy she's a lucky girl... whoever she is" she says

by sunrise she was dead.

And Thomas once again barely left his room unable to end his tears, and at last the millennium it felt so long since this all began and I watched as things slowly became what I knew, I even got to see ava and oliver meeting all there late night calls and constant chats until he moved into the house and the two engaged I even got to see their wedding from another view seeing myself there and seeing once again that look on thomas' face when he first saw me. all of our little moments all seeming so fast compared to what I had just witnessed so fast infact it felt like it was speeding up getting faster sand faster and faster until -

"Hhuuuuuuuuuuuu!" I gasped sitting up and finding myself exactly where I was on the table my blood being replaced Thomas quickly took me in his arms clearly weak himself

"whoa whoa whoa... y/n sweetheart are you okay?"

"H-h-How long was I out?" I asked

"About ten minutes" he says "Are you okay?"

"I think so" I nodded

The priest grabbed my arm and tested my blood everything went quiet for a moment

"she's a Vampire"

I could hear a rush of applause but I couldn't really see them all I could see was thomas and how he teared up with joy giving me a sweet soft kiss

"Welcome to being a mosnter my love"

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jamieswife-2 · 2 years ago

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This is my first story so please dont judge!

Warning: Smut, Swearing.

Jamie and I have been keeping it "on the low" for about 2 years now and going sort of on and off when hes on tour. Since I live in Toronto I don't see him that often, and when I do its normally a quick backstage thing. This time, I want it to be different. I want Jamie to know how bad I missed him and how badly i NEED him. Its around 6:40 at night and I have to get ready for the concert. I do my skin care and slip a matching lacey black lingerie set on underneath a tiny black satin dress. I threw my hair up into a high ponytail and used gel to slick back my fly aways. If I was going be tyring to seduce Jamie tonight, i need to look HOT.

I got into the limo my bestfriend Juno reserved for us and started driving towards the stadium. I made sure i drowned myself in victorias secret bombshell perfume and put some last minute dark red lipstick on and before I knew it we were there. "Bloody hell, this stadium is huge." Juno said breaking the awkward silence. "Yeah no shit sherlock!" I said nudging him playfully. We stepped out of the limo and holy shit there were so many people there I felt like I was going to throw up, as we were walking towards our seats suddenly a whole bunch of thought came rushing to my mind. What if he found someone new? What if he dosen't want me? What if hes changes? but my mind went blank as Jamie walked out onto the stage in his black t-shirt, black leather jacket and tan jeans with a black hat over his long blonde hair. Everyone began to cheer but I stood there speechless with my mouth wide open as I stared at his V-line which showed because of how low rise the jeans were.

As he began to sing paralysed he was all sweaty his hair was wet with sweat and his shirt, leather jacket and hat had been removed and I had a clear view of his glossy 6 pack and I swear for half song he was staring at me. I couldnt stop thinking about what would happen after the concert and played out all the possible outcomes and before I knew it, the concert was over. I practically ran backstage into Jamies arms, "Hello, love!" he said chuckling. "New dress?" he asked. "Um, yeah actually!" I replied. Me and Jamie went out to eat and then we got in his limo. "Where to?" The driver asked. "12345 acorn street, please." Jamie replied. My face visibly drooped. Did he not want to kiss, or… you know. "Whats wrong love?" Jamie asked noticing my face. "Nothing." I answered. Suddenly I felt a hand gently lay on my thigh. "Jamie what are you-" I asked before being cut off by Jamie "Shh darling.".

When we got to my apartment building Jamie walked me to the door and as soon as the limo left our lips practically smashed together and Jamie picked me up and placed my legs around his hips. As we were making out and standing infront of the elevator we had to stop and act cool as we waited with 6 other people. Jamie bent down a bit and put his hand under my dress and stared to rub my clit in a circular motion. I had to fight my moans back as my eyes rolled back into my head. He started to hit the perfect spot every time snd I was approaching my high. "Try to hold the cum for me princess." he whispered into my ear making my legs feel weak. As we got to our floor he removed his hand from my underwear and we walked to my apartment. As soon as we got into my room he pinned me against the wall and started to passionetly kiss me and slowly kissed his way back to my clit and he immediatly started to lick it and oh my god. It felt like heaven. After a bit it felt to good and I couldn't help but moan. "You like that slut?" he said. In a way that offended me but at the same time made my toes curl.

He threw me onto the bed and took my underwear off and I helped him unzip and remove his jeans and almost instantly his length was inside of me and I moaned like a boom box speaker. "Darling you are taking me very well, better than most." He said while thrusting in me and speeding up. WHAT? No. Fuck that. Better that most?! I moaned again. What does he mean by that. I knew he found someone new. "Fuck Y/n, im going to cum. Can i cum in you love?" Jamie asked. I ignore what he said as he did it anyways. I hopped off of him and changed into a stain pajama set and got into bed and Jamie just put his boxers on. He tried to cuddle me but i turned away.

"What did I do sweetheart." Jamie asked in the most innocent voice ever. "Nothing just go to bed." I responded sassily. "Princess tell me." Jamie said in a whiney voice as he spooned me and placed kisses all over my neck. "Its what you said. Better than most?" I said. "Baby your the only one I have ever talked to or had sex with in 2 years. Trust me darling I have no reason to be with anyone else but you gorgeous." Jamie said sounding almost poetic. "Do you really mean that?" I asked. "Of course love!" he said as he kissed me and then i turned and layed my head on his chest and fell asleep in peace.

#female reader #jamie campbell x reader #jamie campbell smut #jamie bower

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pedrosbish · 3 years ago

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hai, can you pls write about rick flag and reader taking turns patching each other up after a mission? something a bit angsty how they almost lost each other or smth like that it's up to you! but also lots of fluff and comforting pls <3

tysm you're awesome and i love your work 💗

another one of those days

warnings: swearing, injuries

pairing: rick flag x lieutenant!reader

A/N: thank you for the request and the kind words bb!

“What the fuck happened?”

His voice is hoarse, eyes scanning over the blood that soaks your uniform as his hands reach out for you, fingers digging into the skin below your eyebrow and you know that he's trying to convince himself that you're okay, you're right in front of him, safe.

The worry sends a shiver of delight through you, biting the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling at him as he stares at you, eyes wide and so scared at the idea of losing you.

“It’s not my blood. I’m okay, Colonel.”

The use of his title has him remembering the others in the room and he glances around, making eye contact with Harley who sends him a wicked smile and a wink. He steps back, the heat radiating off of him disappearing in an instant and you regret saying it to him, wishing you had just kept your mouth shut.

He nods once at you, “Everybody go clean up and get some rest.”

Most of the lights are shut off when you emerge from the shower room, the other having already retreated back to their cells to recover from the events of the night. You're shuffling along, the pulled muscle in your leg hindering your movements along with the ugly cut you found on your side while showering.

You've just passed Rick’s office when you hear a string of curses along with a the sound of metal hitting a surface. The sound has you hobbling quicker and you burst into the room without having knocked. Rick’s eyes snap up, already hovering over the seat in preparation of a fight, shoulders bunched and tensed but they instantly droop when his brain registers that it’s just you.

“Holy shit,” you murmur as you eye the wound on his stomach as he drops back down into his chair with a groan. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Harley.” His head tilts back as you close the door, brow arched in question. “Don't ask.”

“You're doing a really shitty job at stitching yourself up.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Here,” you say with a small smile as pull a chair closer to him, plopping down and shuffling until he widens his legs to make space for you. “Let me help.”

The room falls silent as you carefully begin to search for the bullet still lodged in him, thanking silently when you find no serious damage to anything major. His breathing staggers as you pinch his skin between your fingers in order to stitch him up and you quiet apologies fall from your lips as he reaches for the bottle of expensive whiskey which was gifted to him by the government for his service in the army.

“There you go,” you say as you set down the needle, quickly moving to clean your hands from the blood on them. “I’m pretty sure that was the first mission that wasn't a total fuck-up. Congrats Colonel.”

“Apart from Harley accidentally shooting me in the stomach.”

A laugh bubbles from your throat as you sit back down, scooting backwards and tapping your feet on the floor, reaching for the whiskey in his hand. He wordlessly hands it to you and watches silently as you take a couple of sips.

“Are you hurt?” The question catches you off guard and you hum in confusion. “You weren’t putting pressure on your left leg so I'm gonna assume you pulled a muscle. But, you also winced when you burst through the door-without knocking- so you're hurt.”

“Woah! I never expected to meet Sherlock Holmes in person.” You laugh and he rolls his eyes, resting an arm on the desk as his eyes scan over you. “It’s just a small cut on my side. I’ll be fine, Flag.”

“Take off your shirt and let me have a look.”

“Colonel Rick Flag, I need you to buy me some dinner before a request like that.”

His cheeks begin to redden when he looks away from you, opening and closing his mouth, and you laugh, embarrassment flooding your features.

“But, yeah. I’ll take my shirt off for you.”

He tries not to look as you lift the fabric off, a small hiss falling past your lips as you place it on the back of the chair before turning back around, hands between your knees as you shrink in on yourself. Your hand gently traces over the cut and when your hand retracts, blood paints your fingers.

“Shit.” It’s a murmur but it catches his attention and he swivels around in the seat, eyes hastily scanning over you before the nasty looking cut on your side draws all his attention. “Guess it was worse than I thought it would be.”

He doesn't say anything as he begins to go through the proper steps to patching an injury up -something that the two fo you were too familiar with. You wince as he dabs around the cut with disinfectant, the smell bringing too many memories back and you shut them out by closing your eyes.

It's over sooner than you thought it would be, the full blown pain now reduced to a dull aching whenever you move too much thanks to the help of Rick who gently lays a large cut of bandage over the cut.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He whispers as he settles back into the chair and you shake your head. “We can never walk away from a fight without any wounds, huh?”

“Guess we can't,” you shrug. “At least this time we didn't nearly die.”

“You remember our last tour before Waller hired us?” He shakes his head, a frown playing on his lips. “You had been shot at and passed out from blood loss in some building. When I found you, I, uh, thought I had lost you.”

“Hey,” you say and your voice cracks lightly with the word as you scoot your chair forward. He looks into your eyes as you cup his cheeks between hands, tilting his head down as you place your own against it. “You're never going to lose me. You're kinda stuck with me, Rick Flag.”

#rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag imagine #rick flag headcanon #the suicide squad

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thomacrumbs · 3 years ago

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the eternal wake cradles the eternal rest.

childe x gn! reader. VAMPIRE! au. britney spears vc: its been a while (it has not). ♡s & ↻s appreciated! thank you @ajaxeology for beta reading this & my (eventual) next piece

“my, not so fiesty today, are we?”

“i'm going to kill you.”

your answer is delivered through ragged inhales & a creak of the bed in your struggle. he waves his hand to shoo away the dust that drifts in the narrow beam of moonlight that swims into your worn down, barely illuminated, sorry excuse, of a house.

your normally lightning fast reflex and ease is replaced with a sluggish movement, reaching for the gun you always keep under your pillow. the shadow of a man looms over you, bathed in darkness & the unholiness of a dead undead.

he gently wrings a hand around your wrist. sometimes he forgets how fragile humans can be, especially you- with how annoying you can be at times. his brows furrow as he takes in your symptoms: a bit thinner, and smaller, than he last saw you, and you're cold, too. you look disheveled, like you haven't slept in twenty days, and most of all a fit of coughing racks your body every so often, and you're decidedly not fighting back his advances.

ajax flinches.

“you're sick.”

“no shit, sherlock.”

you pull your hand away from his grasp, and he opts to sit on the edge of your bed instead, gaining a low growl of disdain from you.

“a cold? you do know its getting colder, yes?”

“i didn't even invite you in. how did you get in?” you decide to avoid his question entirely, and decides to complain about the stupid myth instead.

“i invited myself in,” he counters, “because i missed you.”

“well, i for one, enjoyed my brief moment of reprise.” you roll your eyes at him, before being attacked by another round of coughs, he offers a gentle rub on the head as he pulls your threaded blanket up.

“i hate you,” you offer between heaves and coughs.

“is it life threatening?”

the silence stretches between the two of you, and he understands. damned humans, always so ready to die.

“i was going to die once-”

“i know,” you interrupt, “your heroic tales. that one stab in the chest from your fated rival. no one to help you as you crumble except the vampire you had released from your foe's dungeon.”

“so you remember.”

“of course i do,” you scoff, “nothing could stop you from your dramatic monologue.”

he brows crinkle at your referral to his story as merely a dramatic monologue, but he decides to let it go anyways, you were sick, afterall. he was not cruel enough to blame you for that.

“usually i don't let vampires run their mouth,” you blink owlishly at him, with the stare that always makes him uncomfortable- like there's something that he's not seeing in himself, “but you sounded so lame i just needed to know what happened.”

“lame?” he blurts.

“yeah, like, lonely,” something in that word, lonely, it irks him. because he knows its true, he knows he's lonely.

“i mean, most vampires are. most of them haven't seen a person in seven hundred years. so when they do, they hiss & turn away from you. but you got attached so quickly to this little human- you confused the fuck out of me.”

“it's because you're so lovable.”

he tries to stop you- from saying what he doesn't want to hear.

“no, you're just afraid, aren't you? like- afraid of being alone. that's why you throw yourself at anyone who offers.”

you run a hand through your hair, whilst the noise between his ears grows louder, until he swears the constant thrumming fills the room and becomes the sounds that seep from behind your peeling wallpaper.

“if you know, let me turn you-”

he barely hears himself, as his eyes zero in on the junction between your neck & shoulders. in the moonlight, you can see his fangs.

“are you crazy? ‘turn me’ my ass, you'll have to wait a hundred years for that.” your voice cuts through the haze, and the buzzing stops, his eyes move to look at yours.

“why?” he whispers, hand moving to grip yours, “don't you want to live forever?”

“did you?”

he stills.

did he?

“not sure what immortality contains. but if i become as miserable & selfish as you, i don't want it.”

“selfish?”

“you want stuff to last forever, don't you? but you can't.”

you gently shake your head, and with startling clarity he realises you're talking about yourself- and you're slipping between his fingers like sand.

“wait- you can't. not yet.”

his voice is rough, and desperate, and for a moment he feels like he's 14 again, into the everlasting darkness. he's 16 again, within the ranks of the most brutal people in the world. he's 21 again, bleeding on the battlefield. alone.

“there's always people out there, you just have to seek them out,” you shrug, “and hey, maybe they'll let you turn them.”

“you're stubborn, human.”

“not as much as you.”

you simply offer him a cheeky smile.

“will they like me?”

“you're... good enough.”

“that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.”

“being near death makes me say stupid shit.��

he exhales.

“do rest well.”

if you read up to hear might as well reblog <3 stay hydrated besties

#genshin imagine #childe x reader #childe imagine #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #ajax #m.ine

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nizawrites · 4 years ago

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BAKING WITH THE MORIARTY BROTHERS + SHERLOCK

I headcanon that william knows how to bake but he just lets louis usually bake for him.

It happened one day when william was at home, doing paperwork as usual when you got the thought.

At first, it seemed useless and maybe not his thing but you gave it a shot.

"William, wanna take a break from that and maybe bake something with me?"

He only looks up once from his paper and smiles fondly at you "Sounds nice."

So you both are in the kitchen, looking at different recipes and reading them through.

Honestly you guys just end up baking cookies since it's the "easiest" to do among the other sweets.

William would actually be good at baking, he just followed the steps and instructions in the book and et voilà! you have yourself some cookies.

But you see, you're a mischievous little angel and so, you decided to throw flour on william while waiting for the cookies.

He would go from "???" to "Oh." and then cover you in the same ingredient you covered him in.

I swear, I can see william coating you in whatever ingredient he gets his hands on. He will play your little game until you surrender and stop.

Rip to who ever is in-charge of cleaning the house that day because William may or may not clean up after the mess you both made.

Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the opened bag of flour that sat on the counter. You debated for a few minutes if you should really do what you were thinking. William was too busy with reading the recipe book to even notice your little sneaky hands grabbing some flour and finally throwing it all over the blonde man leaning against the counter.

William could only stare at the book before raising his head and staring at you with a not really surprised expression, you really couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"That's a waste of flour darling." he would say before standing up straight and putting the recipe book down. He wouldn't show you the little smirk he had on his lips before picking up the bag of flour and covering you in it.

The flour fight would last for a few minutes, both of you throwing small amounts of flour from your clothes onto each other until Albert walks into the kitchen, his mouth forming an 'O' shape.

"You know moran is in charge of cleaning today right but you also do know he would skip his chores so that leaves fred and louis to clean this up." he would say before softly smiling at the two of you.

Bonus: You both ended up cleaning the kitchen since you didn't want to trouble fred and louis.

Albert was the one to bring it up, the baking together thing.

He saw in a cooking magazine different sweet treats he wanted to get for you but decided maybe it would be a nice bonding activity for the two of you.

"Hey y/n? You know how to bake right?"

"kind of? i mean it's easy to follow the cook books so.... yeah???" pls you sounded unsure but still went on with his idea.

You both ended up making cupcakes since you wanted to try frosting since it looked cool and fun and honestly who was albert to even deny your request?

You both would follow the instructions really well until you decided to get playful and well, slap some icing across his face.

He would be shocked but instantly laugh lightly and smile at you like nothing had happened.

Just know that, he's quite responsible so he would just pull out his handkerchief and wipe it off and continue on with the instructions.

Your plan to play food fight with him? Failed.

But you would end up with cute cupcakes !! He would let you frost them when they're done baking.

He'd just stand at your back and watch you frost the cupcakes with a smile.

"Did you just.... put icing on me?" He would ask softly as he retrieved his handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping the colored cream off of his face.

"you were supposed to fight back by throwing some sugar or icing at me...." you would say sadly as you lighty pouted.

Albert would only chuckle as he stepped away from you, moving to the oven and opening it to retrieve the baked cupcakes.

"Was I? I'm sorry, I just don't want to make a mess." He would say as he places the cupcakes down on a cooling rack before swiping his finger into the frosting bowl and smearing it across your face.

"I mean, I can still fight back right now right? It's never too late to do so." He says softly while smiling.

Okay, he was baking some sweet treats for william and albert when you walked into the kitchen.

He, at first, didn't notice you until you peaked over his shoulder.

"whatcha doing?"

"I'm baking a cake for brother william and brother albert." He would reply softly as he put the ingredients onto the counter.

"can i help?"

"Sure."

Let's be honest, he will say sure but he ends up being the one to do all the baking lmao.

It's not because you were lazy or anything but mostly because he knew what you wanted to do and he just didn't want to be delayed in making the cake.

So you ended up sitting on the counter as you watched louis bake, he did let you help him out a little.

Like measuring liquids and stirring the batter.

Overall, he made the cake within a decent amount of time since he didn't let you do your little mischievous acts.

Louis is just responsible and time oriented.

"are you just going to let me sit here and watch you bake that cake?" you would ask softly as you swing your legs back and fort off the counter.

"You're a bit troublesome in the kitchen, y/n. I feel like we would take forever to bake if I let you help out since you wouldn't really be helping me out but instead you would distract me and therefore we wouldn't be able to bake the cake immediately." He would state before pushing his glasses up his nose.

"n-no excuse me! i am a good help what do you mean i would cause trouble?" you ask before playfully sulking. Louis would only laugh lightly before making his way to you and standing in front of you.

"Next time when brother william and brother albert aren't home, let's bake again and take our time doing the treats okay?" He would say before smiling genuinely at you.

I headcanon that sherlock is chaotic in doing things with you, like really chaotic.

It would be sherlock who would bring up the baking idea and you would gladly agree to his idea.

You both decided to make powdered sugar donuts and that means.... a lot of powdered sugar in the kitchen.

Honestly, the start of your baking was really really well like you were mixing the the batter in a bowl while sherlock separated the wet ingredients.

The only thing that went wrong was, you throwing powdered sugar onto him.

You thought it was gonna be fun and nice for him to be covered in powdered sugar but the next thing you knew was you were drenched in egg yolks.

Let's be honest, sherlock wouldn't hesitate to dump the wet ingredients onto you because come on, you both are chaotic together.

So that's how the "kitchen disaster happened"

When john came back home, he was greeted by a messy kitchen area and both you and sherlock were sitting on the floor, eating burnt donuts.....

"It doesn't taste that bad...?" He would say before laughing lightly as he dipped the burnt donut into whatever amount left of powdered sugar was in the bowl.

"it taste burnt sherlock but it's alright." you would say before dipping your donut into the bowl as well as you two sat down in the corner of the kitchen, laughing at the mess you two have made.

"Maybe we should try and seriously bake next time." Sherlock says as he chews the donut in his mouth.

"we both know that's never going to happen..." you would nonchalantly say as you looked up at him.

"That is very true." He would reply, tilting his head to you before smiling fondly "I have fun doing these with you so, let's never get serious when doing stuff like this." He would say again.

"YOU TWO SHOULD GET SERIOUS IF YOU STILL WANT TO STAY HERE!!" John would shout as he stood in the doorway, his face in disbelief at the mess you and sherlock had made.

a/n: hello!! i thought of this baking headcanon for the moriarty brothers earlier while resting so i decided to write this, might be a little ooc but i tried. i still am reading the manga to grasp each character's personality to make much more accurate headcanons and such. i will be doing the sent requests soon ♡ please wait for them hehe. thank you~ stay safe, hydrated and healthy lovelies!!

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #anime #william james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #moriarty the patriot

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meryamthebadassbitch · 4 years ago

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𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ! {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} Part 1

[GIF NOT MINE , PLEASE DON'T COME TO ME] he hot , i'm sorry mom for simping

Warning : Angst , Swearing yes , Sarcasm A LOT , NEWTMAS , i do not hate Gally , he is my second fav , but y'all gonna be best friends in the death cure

Title : a bloody disaster !

Let's just say a huge ass problem happened when she first got out of the box , that girl wasn't any easy or calm girl like any normal gladers in here , first of all she is Badass , she NEVER WILL trust anybody , until she's comfortable around them , which is 1 time in three years ! but still was a sweetheart in the inside , here she was all alone staring at the moon , she wanted to go inside those big ass holes but couldn't they were already closed and alby said not to ever go behind these walls , but god she will never listen , not even a single bit . The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky , her E/C eyes shining like a diamond under the moonlight , Each strand moves in the warm breeze as easily as her hair, the waves and rustling as alive as her steady breaths. the wind slapping her cheeks from left to right , but the peaceful sound suddenly got cut off , by the sound of someone boots or shoes crushing the dead leaves on the ground , not even daring to look up , she waited for the person to sit down , which surprisingly was the one and only Minho , the boy who catched her , calming her down when she got out of the box.

Sitting himself down , he watched Y/N staring at the moon , "so what happened to your brother ?" he said waiting for her to answer his question , getting up she turned to him saying "it seems like Thomas got a new boyfriend...." she said back to him , her E/C eyes shifting to Newt and Thomas who were smiling shyly at each other , Thomas being a blushy mess while Newt was staring at him , the H/C haired girl faking a disgusted look , but was very like so happy for them , she started shipping them , since the morning when Alby was looking around and her brother and the blondie turning around at the same time , making eyes contact , smiling to herself she got up whispering "come on wanna tease them ?" "oh hell yeah !" putting her hand out , Minho followed her lead as he put his hand on hers , pulling him like he was some kind of paper *yeah no shit sherlock* , he was surprised how can a girl be that strong ? , both walking toward the 2 boys , she said "i see , my brother became gay over a boy he met this morning right Thomas ?" she said smirking at them , her brother blushing harder , while Newt became a tomato but soon hid it with a frown , "shut up ! i 'm not in love and also isn't gay" Thomas said trying to sound all brave , but she could tell he was lying , nudging Minho's arm , they both said in unison all sarcastic , playfully rolling their eyes

"Sure !"

"now come on Lovebirds , let's go around the bonfire ? shall we" said Minho helping both the boys up , with that usual smirk , chuckling , the 4 of them walked around the fire , suddenly the 'Target' Gally was fighting pushed Y/N making her fall on top of Minho , him catching her by her waist . Glaring at the boy she got back up , muttering a sorry to him , she glared sharply at Gally , everyone could see Daggers on her eyes , her temple throbbed as she was filled with. rage. flushed with anger. her once calm/sassy demeanor suddenly exploded , she was about to throw punches , but kept holding herself , her nails digging inside her palm , veins popping out , "Oh come on Y/N , show us your anger , come in the circle and the rules are-" , "i know what the rules are , thank you" she said , taking off her jacket , putting her hair into a ponytail , she walked in the circle , Minho pulling her back "are you sure ?" "oh i am so sure !" walking inside the circle , she got into her fighting pose , Gally charging at her , she deflected the pillow easily, her expression a mixture of anger and was bored , Finally charging at him , she punched him straight in the jaw , everyone hearing a crack coming from his neck , standing in front of him she said "Respect a women , cause if you mess with her , she fuck you up , understood , good ?" she smiled walking away , like a badass as always. Minho proudly smiling behind , checking her out "that's our new greenie"

The next day , was literally the worst for Newt , Y/N couldn't stop asking question about the maze and also her bro , she was lost in thoughts until she saw Thomas walking toward the forest , having a good idea she said "here give me this , i'll go but i want you to go to my room and put my clothes ready to take a quick shower ok ?" "sure , take care sis" said the boy giving her a arm side hug , shaking her head she continued her way to the Deadheads - a forest in the South West end of the Glade with a graveyard , nothing bad right ? she had a bad feeling about this...

I COULDN'T FINISH BECAUSE IT WAS 3:00 IN THE MORNING AND MY MOM WAS COMING UP STAIRS ENJOY !!

#tmr #the maze runner #Minho tmr #thomas tmr #newt tmr #alby tmr #teresa tmr #newtmas #chuck tmr #winston tmr #gally tmr #lgbt #gay #x reader #tmr minho x reader

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isitstraightvodka · 4 years ago

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Strip

in which gwil doesn't like you and it's your mission to find out why.

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut (the rough kind), oral (both m and f receiving), angst, swearing, alcohol use

a/n: hello my loves! i present to u what i have been working on for a while, it's filthy so read ahead w caution 😂😳 i really hope u enjoy it and please let me know if u do. any feedback, asks / rbs, would be much appreciated xx also gif credit is @mazzelloplots 💕

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You had no idea what you'd done for Gwil to hate your guts but it must be dead serious because he just about didn't give you any attention whenever you were in the same room. It was infuriating, as each day passed, you racked your brain to remember if you'd done or said anything for him to act like this around you but as always, nothing came to mind. All you got was a cold stare, or no eye contact at all, and at the very least, a few sentences but that was it. It made it even worse that both of you were friends with Ben, after all that's how you were introduced to each other, you figured he'd be a good guy as was evident the first time you met, a regular mutual friend greeting; first handshake, small smiles and twinkling new eyes but ever since then, everything had changed.

Every time you went out and saw Gwil, he either said nothing to you but "Hi." or he'd rush off somewhere else the moment you approached him. The cold shoulder did not do anything for your confidence, you were a friendly person and loved meeting new people but this was something else entirely, the confusion soon turned to tension and anger, ripping at your hair during lonely nights in your apartment, thinking why doesn't he like me? Then you went to Ben who just shrugged and said he'd warm up to you eventually, which you found incredibly difficult to believe, you weren't having it, it had been almost half a year and no progress, you'd had enough, you had to confront him.

Your opportunity arose only a week later, during a party at Joe's house. it made your muscles tense up knowing you were going to see Gwil, and it wasn't fair of him to give you this sort of treatment without a shred of explanation. Everything was in full-swing when you arrived by your lonesome, but you didn't waste no longer than ten minutes making your move, so there you were, drink in hand, when you cornered him talking to Lucy. Walking head held high, you approached them, and Lucy smiled when she noticed you, you shared a kiss on the cheek before exchanging respective compliments on each other's looks, then your attention went to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Both he and Lucy looked at you before the blonde nudged him with her arm, giving him a cool stare, as if to say, "Go sort this out", which was true since you and her had talked about the situation too, and her response was "It's between you and him, so get in there girl and stand up for yourself", and right now, tonight, you were going to heed her advice.

Gwil took a deep breath and walked next to you as you made your way to the nearest room, where it was quiet enough to talk, but the walk there seemed to stretch on for hours instead of a matter of seconds. You could feel the anxiety flooding through your body when his arm brushed your shoulder, you could tell he wasn't looking at you, his fingers gripping his wine glass a little too tight. Some sort of emotion hung between the two of you, you couldn't put your finger on it but it was something strong, something deep, Great another thing for you to be confused about. What you didn't know is that Gwil felt it too.

After what felt like an age, you entered the guest bedroom, all neat and empty, leaving the impression nobody had stayed in there for a long time. Gwil had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, standing by the door once he closed it, silencing the bustle of the party, but still didn't give you his attention. You took a deep breath and tapped your nail on the rim of your drink, allowing your heartbeat to decrease, opening the conversation very kindly.

"I believe there is something we have to discuss."

All he did was part his lips and take a swig of red wine, leaning back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. Not one word left his mouth, he didn't move an inch and it took a lot in you not to start raising your voice. Why does he not want to talk to you? What is up his ass? Fucking say something, you bastard! The tension in the room was too stifling for you to cope with so you spoke again, but harsher.

"Fuck, you should man up and talk to me like a decent bloke, I thought you would be."

And that's when he finally looked at you. Without even realising it, the suddenness of eye contact made shivers run down your spine, deep blue eyes staring into yours, brows furrowed in faint disgust.

"Hate to burst your bubble then, love."

More shivers, rippling throughout your bones so fast you were almost afraid he'd be able to notice you slightly trembling. His voice wasn't supposed to do that....but it did, from the way he said it, from the way you finally saw his eyes in clear view, how fucking hot he looked just standing there, how had you not noticed that before? Because his blind hatred of you clouded that fact. You shook the thoughts out of your head and stood your ground.

"I seriously have no clue why you been acting like this around me. I have been nothing but kind to you, I haven't said one bad word to you, I truly wanted us to be friends but you find an excuse to escape me every chance you get!"

Your cheeks flushed red once the words left your lips, your free hand scrunching up into a fist, nails digging into your palm. Gwil all but sighed and...was that a smirk you saw? No, just a trick of the lights. The point of his shoe tapped the carpet as he looked down at his half-empty glass, collecting his thoughts.

"Not a bad word? I heard you talking to Joe the other week, you called me a dickhead."

"I have every reason to, you barely talk to me. This is the most you've talked to me in weeks."

"If you have reasons, then I have them too."

"Fucking tell me then instead of practically ignoring me! It's childish."

"So I'm the child but you're the one yelling." He cocked an eyebrow, was that another smirk? He's got me so confused? Is that what he wants?

"How do you expect me to react? I haven't appreciated the cold shoulder, Gwilym."

"I don't appreciate you running your mouth."

"Could just tell me whatever reasons you have instead of this."

You and him went back forth, trying to fight each other but it didn't seem to do anything good, it only heightened the tension between you two but a specific kind of tension. One you knew now and one he managed to figured out seeing you in front of him, raising your voice. In this moment, he saw how attractive you were, more so than he already thought, your face heating up and your hair glowing from the muted lights, the dress hugging your body almost provocatively, silver diamonds hanging from your ears and cherry-coloured lips parted slightly between words. You were so sexy and the alcohol buzzing through him wasn't helping, but this was the reason for it all. He fancied you.

"Look, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his head back against the wall. You had to bite back a laugh, is he serious?

"No, it's not. Open your mouth and just tell me."

But it turns out he didn't need to open his mouth, at least not the way you expected him to. It happened swiftly, too fast for you to comprehend, all you really saw was his glass fall to the floor, wine staining the carpet, then he crossed the room over you within three strides, took your face in his hands and crushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden pressure of his kiss...his kiss? You could barely understand what was happening, he held onto you like he needed air to breathe, you could taste the wine on his tongue, it was intoxicating, it felt...nice but was the wine nice or the aggression of his mouth? Questions swirled your mind, it didn't help your emotions during this moment, you didn't realise your mouth had opened on its own which allowed him to slip his tongue in a little and close the gap between you again, the second kiss even harder and more passionate, the softest groan of relief and delight from him ringing in your ears. You almost let yourself fall under his spell before you caught yourself and made a muffled squeak, your hand finding his jacket and pushing him away from you, gasping for a breath.

"What the fuck, Gwil?"

Thoughts circled your head, words bouncing off the walls, your hand brushing over your bottom lip, the gloss transferring to your skin as it had done on his lips, stained and shiny, you were surprised you were still holding your wine glass. He cocked an eyebrow at you as heat rose to his cheeks, he raised his hand almost as if he was apologising but you stopped him, holding up your own hand and shaking your head.

"What was that?"

"I...I kissed you."

"No shit Sherlock! Why? How is that supposed to explain anything?"

"I'm- I..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, he hesitated reaching his hand out further before deciding against it and pushing it back through his hair. You gulped, why is it so hot when he does that? You were so glad he couldn't read your mind right now, if he had heard what you just said, you sure would wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"You think a kiss is going to solve everything? I'm not some plastic doll for you to play around with however you please."

"I..I know, I just..."

"Just what? I thought you'd tell me with words, I though-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I like you, okay?"

His pupils were blown wide as much as yours when he half-yelled the words and this time you were sure the glass was going to slip through your fingers but it still didn't, in fact you had a right mind to just down the whole thing after what he told you. You thought he didn't like you...he liked you? If you were confused before, then you were even more now, your hand fell to your side as you stared at him, eyes like glass, you couldn't even blink. Gwil's gaze had turned to the floor, pretending to be interested in the pale white carpet, his fingers moving to the back of his neck where sweat began to form. He waited for you to speak, the seconds ticked by painfully, it felt so long before you said anything.

"You...like me?" You gulped, trying to process his revelation. He chewed on his bottom lip and tucked both hands back into his pocket, nodding as his eyes flicked over to you.

"Yeah, I do, I like you. A lot."

His voice seemed fearful, anxious but with an underlying desperation, like that of a teenager admitting a big brush, it was rather cute in your eyes; first hot now cute? How can he be both? Stop it, stop questioning everything. You cursed yourself, fingers wrapped around your glass harder you thought it might crack. Instead of replying, you drained the wine, it was the only thing you could think of doing. Gwil watched as your throat moved, as you swallowed, he shuddered and prayed he wasn't showing through his pants, now wasn't the best time, especially with how you reacted. You sighed as the last drop fell into your mouth and rushed through your veins, you finally let the glass fall from your grasp and land with a small thud on the carpet. Your fingers came together in front of you, interlacing as you twiddled your thumbs, eyelids fluttering as you collected your thoughts, one deep breath and you looked at him.

"I don't understand. You like me, but you have been acting like you hate me, why do that?"

Gwil didn't answer right away, he fidgeted, hands still in his pockets, his vision now turning to eye the golden lamp on the bedside table. In this light, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the deepest blue, like a calm ocean, like a pair of warm sapphires, you found yourself not looking away.

"I didn't mean to be that way, I was just afraid." He said, still not looking at you.

"Why afraid?"

"Of rejection. Of you already being taken. I didn't want to admit anything if I had no chance with you." He confessed, raising one hand out of his pocket to massage his neck, your eyes locked to his fingers, wondering what they'd feel like around your ne- Cut it out! You banished your dirty thought and continued the talk.

"The worst I could say is no, and I'd mean it without any offense. And I'm not taken, I think you'd know if I was."

"That's the thing, I thought you were!"

"How did you come to that conclusion?" You peered at him. He sighed and scratched his beard, stubble littering his cheeks and chin, and right then, another X-rated thought entered your brain, You wonder what that would feel like between your legs...will it tickle? Itch? Arouse you? You think you wanted to know.

"Because you and Ben, and I...didn't want to get in the way"

You and Ben? You gave him a perplexed look as you tried to work out what your friend had got to do with any of this. Ben was really a great guy, you enjoyed his company, years of friendship had blossomed between him and you, and you loved being able to see him when he wasn't busy with his star-studded career, but there wasn't anything there to insinuate something more was happening between you two.

Then it hit you.

"You thought that Ben...and me...that we...? Oh god no we're just friends!"

You bit back a giggle. Ben was easy on the eyes, anyone could see that, even Joe said it, multiple times, many conversation he'd told you, "That fucker's stupidly gorgeous isn't he?" but he was not your type. He was more like a brother to you than anything else. Sure there was the occasional kiss on the cheek, hugs a little longer than usual, his arm around your waist or ruffling your hair when you told a stupid joke, but friends did that, they could do that without having feelings for each other. Gwil almost lost his balance after what you said, Just friends...Just friends...

"Are you sure? I mean he's the pretty boy."

"Okay he's pretty but he is like family to me, I wouldn't hit that even if I was piss drunk."

Your mouth curled at the corners, as did his and both of you shared a small laugh. Your eyes fell upon the empty wine glass on the floor, teeth tugging at your lower lip; you could see Gwil's body shift a little closer, one foot in front of the other, until he was standing before you, chests almost touching. His fingers stroked your jaw, moving underneath your chin to bring your gaze up to his face. He looked...intense but still had a softness behind his eyes, something sweet and hesitant but at the same time, you could feel he wanted to continue the kiss he gave only minutes ago.

"So...no Ben?"

You rested your hand on his wrist, giving him a smile as your eyes went from his to his lips, mouth watering at the memory of them on yours.

"No Ben."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ.·:*¨༺

"Gwil..."

His name was like chocolate on your tongue, as his tongue worked over and against your slick folds. One hand in his hair and the other curled behind your head, back arching with every hum he made against you, his mouth was insane, you hadn't felt such pleasure in god knows how long; he really knew what he was doing. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did, smiling as he pressed kisses to your swollen clit, groaning with each flick and lick, with each tug you made on his hair, and that mixed with the feeling of his stubble rubbing your inner thighs and right above your mound as he angled his lips in the most delightful of ways.

You were getting closer, you could almost taste it, feel it....but he stopped and raised his face from between your legs, his arms still wrapped around your flushed thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair in disarray and his eyes dilated; he looked fucking hot, but right now, you wanted to scream at him for stopping it right when you were about to finish. He could see you were almost angry at how suddenly he pulled away from your heat, he stroked the curve of your left breast as he began to lay down next to you, his free hand resting over his mouth.

"Come sit here."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant, your breath got caught in your throat, slowly blinking at him in surprise.

"Are you...are you sure?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful, I'd love nothing more than for you to ride my tongue."

You certainly did not expect something so foul to come out of his mouth but fuck you loved it. A smile grew on your face as you sat up, as he brought his hands to your hips just as you were about to face the headboard, he pushed you in the other direction a tad.

"Sit the other way, baby."

Your cheeks became hot and you were almost embarrassed at how flustered a simple petname made you. You gasped as you got into position, his nose right there against you and in your line of eyesight was his sweaty body, his happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and through those, a bulge was unmistakable.

You'd made him hard and you hadn't done anything but kiss him, you giggled at the reality of it, the embarrassment fading into smugness. Gwil moved his hands over your thighs, giving one of them a slap and you yelped in shock.

"What are you laughing about, huh?"

You bit your lip as you answered.

"You're hard."

"O'course I fucking am. Eating you out did that to me, hell you make me hard just by looking at me." He murmured on you, and before you could say anything, his tongue was back on you, licking back and forth, covering the length of your heat, he didn't leave one spot untouched by his tongue. Moans flew out of your mouth, sweat beading on your skin as he switched between his lips and his tongue, going so far as to telling you to bounce, and doing that was one hell of an experience. You leaned forward and raised your hips so you could move more, his tongue stuck out flat so you could feel it inside you, warming you up, stretching you out, he really cared about making you feel good and giving you the best feeling before you reached your high.

Your hands latched onto the belt around his jeans, curled over his body, grinding over his mouth, his facial hair once again giving you that cherry on top, his growls of hunger and delight pushing you over the edge. One palm slapped your ass cheeks, his name flowing from your lips again.

"Cum for me, cum on my face, sweet girl."

And you did just that, body shaking as you rode out your orgasm on his face, his lips never detaching from your clit, intending to make you have the most explosive high, and it sure felt like that. Your toes and fingers were on fire, your heart shot through the roof and you had trouble catching your breath as he lapped you up, "Mm you taste so good", another slap to your ass, chuckling against your heat, nose bumping on your clit, making you whimper a little given how sensitive you were. You slowly sat up and ran a hand through your damp hair, laughing through deep breathes.

"Fuck, you're amazing at that."

"Thought I wouldn't be?" You could feel his smirk beneath you.

"No no, just...wow."

Gwil smirked wider and gave your clit one last kiss, your eyes back on the even-harder bulge in his jeans. He'd just made you feel incredible. You wanted to do the same to him. So instead of moving from your position, you simply leaned down over his toned chest and started unbuckling his belt.

"Oh I see someone's hungry too." He laughed, hands resting on your red ass. Something came over you, the sexual side of you suddenly arose and within seconds, his belt was off and you were pulling his jeans down. He gave you some help by lifting his hips, you pushed them down to his knees and now you could see how hard he actually was, almost bursting to be released from the prison of his boxers. You didn't want to keep him waiting, you giggled and tucked your fingers into them, and pushed them down to join his jeans, more giggles spilling out when you got the first proper look at his cock.

The tip was pink, precum already forming, he was thick, very girthy, bigger than you thought but still you weren't that surprised. You slipped your fingers around him and gripped him and he hissed, his breath hot on your cunt. You smiled to yourself and pumped him a few times, relishing how warm and hard he was in your hand, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the veins, satisfied with your work, you puckered your lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, and the noise he made was so fucking sexy, the sweetest groan and the hottest whine.

"Holy shit..."

You concentrated on where you sucked and moved your mouth, your hand tight around the base of his shaft. From previous experiences, you knew lubricant of any kind worked a treat, so you took a moment to pull your lips off and spit over the head, gently rubbing wetness all over his length; that got him considering the deep moans he was making right against your clit. Feeling his mouth so close to you while you sucked him off made you powerful, like you had him in your corner, it was your turn to give him pleasure and in his hand, he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

When his eyes were open, they were on your cunt, fucking you with his vision, his hands moving from your ass to your hips to your upper thighs, gripping your skin as his own hips started to move with your mouth and before long, Gwil was fucking your mouth. You choked and whimpered around his cock, delicious sounds from his perspective, leaving marks on your ass from how hard he was holding you.

"Your mouth's so warm and tight fuck baby I-"

His words encouraged you to do more, fingers away from his cock and moving to his balls, you grabbed one and he let out a cry of delight, jerking his hips up faster until your eyes started to water; it burned but it was a good burn, making Gwil feel this way made you feel good, pleasing him made you feel good. As you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, neck craned all the way back over the pillow, his toes curling over the end of the bed. Your own thighs started to shake and your throat tightened around him, and he lost his hand.

"Just like that, yeah."

And with your mouth around him and your fingers gripping his balls, he finished, quicker than you thought; it wasn't even three minutes and you tasted hot thickness, his cum, him. You gagged a little as you removed your lips softly like sucking a lollipop, strings of your saliva dripping from his cock. You gasped and swallowed; you never spat out, it was a rule you gave yourself, what a waste it would be to spit, especially after sucking Gwil off, and speaking of him, his breath was heavy and fast, chest puffing in and out as he came down from his high, eyes glittering and a cheesy grin on his face.

"You're amazing at that."

All you could do was giggle and say, "I know."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ.·:*¨༺

He was buried deep inside your walls, stretching out every inch and corner of you, the strokes of his cock were heavenly, easily hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed over, nails digging into his back and dragging down his spine, one of his hands gripping the headboard and the other on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucked you raw.

"Gwil, Gwil...please.."

"Please what? What do you want?" He grunted between thrusts. Tears burned your lids as your hips smashed with his, lips inches away from his, his warm breath setting your face alight.

"Please...I want to cum, I want us to cum together..."

"Oh fuck.."

The way he moved got harder, faster, more aggressive to the point where your legs were turning into jelly and all you could feel was his stiff cock, you could not even get a proper sentence out anymore, if you did, it was laced with high whines. As his body meshed with your own, your eyes glanced at his arm, where his hand held onto the headboard with so much force you wondered why it hadn't broken. You felt yourself melt into the bed at the sight of his bicep, skin wrapped thin around the muscles, a sheen of sweat coating over his arm, more sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck, face dipping close to your jaw, the air humid between the two of you.

"I'm gonna cum, shit- but I'm not wear-"

"I'm..on the p-p-pill, cum in me, Gwil." You gripped at him, pulling his chest closer, clenching your cunt around him, desperate for him to finish. The "fucking hell" told you he was only seconds away and sure enough, you felt it, you felt his orgasm, how his cock pulsated inside you, even better inside you than in your mouth and you followed barely a minute after when he was still riding out his high, your back off the bed and your legs trembling around him, harsh scratches left deep in his back because of you.

Gwil collapsed on top of you, your fingers finding their way into his sweaty hair, as he slowly pulled out of you, the remnants of what you'd just did together dripping down your thigh, something he found extremely attractive. He attached his lips to yours in a passionate sweet kiss, as if you two hadn't just fucked each other's brains out, smiling as he broke the kiss and pressed another to your nose.

"Didn't think this would happen coming here tonight." He guffawed, rolling off you to get comfortable beside you. Like second nature, you curled up into him, your arm draped over his chest and his over your shoulders, sheets askew down to his waist as well as yours; to the both of you, cuddling after sex was as special as the act of sex itself.

"Neither did I...but I like that it happened." You smiled up at him. His fingers stroked your hair, his lips against the top of your head.

"Yeah? Me too."

You and Gwil stayed there, having cuddle time and striking up a conversation about what this meant for your relationship; you liked him and he liked you but for right now, it was agreed upon that the sex was great and that's what it would be, unless deeper feelings crept in. Time was lost, you felt safe with him, his hand in your hair as you traced patterns on his skin, but as much as you loved having this, you knew you couldn't stay here all night.

"We should get back. Everyone will be wondering where we are." You sat up and gathered the sheets up to your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gwil joined you and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're right about that, let's go, love." He said, and just as he was about to get out of the bed, there was a knock at the door followed by a very familiar American accent.

"I don't know what's happening in there but if you two are done defiling MY guest bedroom, you'd better come out and watch Ben do Jell-O shots off me."

You burst out laughing and your head fell into Gwil's neck at Joe's statement, he chuckled along with you and sighed deeply, eyebrows raised; he didn't want to leave this room either, not with having you in the bed, gloriously naked and beautiful. But still, the two of you had to rejoin the party. He kissed your temple and rubbed your shoulder as giggles slipped through your lips, he couldn't help but smile even wider at the sound of your laughter.

"Well well we can't miss that, can we?"

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eddiestattoos · 3 years ago

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I'm having fun and y'all get to hear about it (also known as a load of out of context spn)

Weekend at Bobby's is absolutely sending me

- The neighbour lady

- The phone call montage

- Sam casually being thrown around while Dean talks to Bobby

- "enjoy the roast mom"

- "how long I been arresting you now?"

- "ever had a septic tank explode on you"

- hold the phone Jensen directed this? Yes

- "that's me flicking my bic for you"

- "moose"

-"he white knuckled his way through 4 puke bags"

Moving on

- Sam doesn't know what to do with his brother on a good day let alone soulless. I love this nut

- "newsflash mr wizard. Vampires pee"

- So much for going home to Lisa huh

- ok or he does

- "he's not himself, Sam" lol the irony

- gotta give it to Sam he's covering his ass

- Sam's face when Dean snaps out of it. What an actor 😂

- "it's a new, more caring administration"

- Sam calling tells because he's an expert bluffer

- He's damn near snickering this is unnecessarily fun

- Cas just pouring Dean another drink

- "you were gone for two seconds where'd you look?" "Everywhere"

- "I just got them. They need a lot of attention"

- Dean trying to get Bobby to stop 😂

- clever move going to Sam. Too bad it's not gonna work

- can Dean and Lisa have an honest conversation just once?

- sorry mittens

- "I feel terrible" he says in the most neutral tone possible

- veritas. Oh we back in smallville are we?

- "do I even want to know where you got that?" "probably not"

- oh serinda swan we are back in smallville

- "as of yesterday I wanted to kill him in his sleep" oof

- he's asking for help!! Admitted he has a problem!! Sammy!! My love!!

- just your normal everyday ending Dean smashing Sam's face in

- "how often do you sleep" "I don't" I was waiting for that exact answer

- "I feel like my nose is broken"

- "explain it to me like I'm 5"

- "he thinks velcro is big news"

- "you're crowley's bitch"

- "that Bobby Singer? Give him a kiss for me"

- "they call us in to answer the questions of mouth breathing dick monkeys"

- robocop

- "how come you're sweating vodka and it looks to me those are the same clothes you slept in" I simply love soulless Sam

- "before we hand him over into a lifetime of demon rape"

- "I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's not Cal" "masterful deduction sherlock"

- I was waiting for Madison to come up. The last werewolf. In bed. With Sam

- "as in the family dog seriously needs a neuter"

"Is it a kinky thing?"

"How about I start carving me some dog until you behave" this entire scene has me crying

- Smallville skinwalker vibes. Smallville vibes are grand tonight

- *whistles* *throws ball*

- I swear any football team jackets came right off the smallville set

- "Don't dump your wackadoo all over us, we'd rather not step in it"

- "You'll be my jiminy cricket" Sam actually calling him jiminy 😂

"I think the fourth kind is a butt thing"

- Sam: Dean? What happened? Dean? *meh ok*

- Soulless Sam "my brother got abducted. I've had time to adjust. Like half an hour" Winchester my beloved

"Have you considered the fact that you suck at hunting UFOs"

- Dean reappears shooting I. Am. Hysterical.

- Sam's with a girl holy hell I'm truly having a blast

- *shows him phone screen*

- "probing table" "GOD DON'T SAY THAT OUT LOUD"

- "what's next? Hobbits"

- its times like these that I really think about just how explicit this show would be if they could allow it

- Dean casually trapping the thing in the microwave

- "I'm not supposed to laugh am I?"

- "You're the one that pizza rolled tinkerbell"

- "Do you have bigger cups?"

- "FIGHT THE FAIRIES"

- "you can make me a real boy again"

- "do me a favor and count this" "why didn't I do that earlier?"

- "dude I do still have all my brain cells"

- "demon trying to be funny" "oh is that what just happened"

- "I don't speak little bitch" ouch

- "that was the plot of raiders, idiot" loveable idiot

- "will you, boy"

- "I will look, and I don't sleep"

- "well Sam I owe you a chicken dinner"

- "Cas can you give us a minute" *vanishes*

- confused Sam watching feelings happen

- "if the pizza man truly loves the babysitter"

- "you watching porn? Why?" "It was there"

- "I learned that from the pizza man"

- "I'm standing in pee"

- "what's in the goody bag" "you are"

- damn Cas really just burnt him

- "oh excellent almost 75%"

- "call me crazy but this smells like a heart attack"

- the fact that bobby has a trap door to the basement

- "ain't nobody killing me in my house but me"

- RIP soulless Sam. Twas quite fun

#supernatural #spn #i went a lot deeper than expected tonight but i was enjoying it too much to not shitpost it #i don't always i won't always but enjoy #soulless sam my beloved #unnatural rambles #spn s6

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lyricalimerence · 4 years ago

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Colorful Consequences - JJ Maybank

summary: jj dyes his hair after losing a bet

word count: 1718

warnings: a little swearing, just friendship fluff

a/n: this is so cute don't even look at me + and this is for @maybanktho for the concept prompt

*this is how i imagine the color, but he just dyes the fringe/front part of his hair*

It all started with a bet—as most things do between you and JJ. There had to be a prize and a consequence, it was just your friendship dynamic. You two became friends through a competition he set in the fourth grade during recess. You both played on the field, juggling half pumped up soccer balls and booting them into opposite goals, not wanting to get in each other's way. Until he kicked his soccer ball into your goal on purpose, proposing a bet that he could sink a goal from farther away than you could. However, much to his ten-year-old chagrin, you won. He had to eat a hot dog from the cafeteria the next day—the hot dogs were chalky and an abnormal color. You, however, got to be one of his best friends for life. He would say that he got the winning end of that bet in the end, having you by his side for the past six years outweighed the stomachache he had after eating that hotdog.

This time, it was a surfing bet, and, as were getting gloriously used to, you won. His punishment was he had to dye his hair, and your prize was you choosing the color. A schedule wasn’t set for the day you had to become his personal hairdresser, so you were going about your Saturday morning as usual—half hungover and asleep on your couch, not having gotten to your bedroom before passing out the night prior. Your parents were nowhere to be found, probably on the mainland having affairs with rich people for money, or something along those lines—you didn’t particularly care anymore.

The familiar knocking pattern of JJ Maybank, your best friend, slammed into your eyes, almost abrasively as your head throbbed from the alcohol you consumed last night. Once you collected your thoughts together, you were surprised JJ was awake, not being the “up-and-at-em” type in the slightest.

Somehow, you managed to pull yourself off the couch, the crick in your neck loosening as you stretched.

“You look like shit, Y/N,” JJ announced, leaning against the doorframe as you wiped the sleep from your hardly open eyes.

“Thanks for noticing, Sherlock,” you smiled wryly, pushing the hair from your fringe falling over your face. “What’re you doing here? And why are you handling your alcohol so much better than me?”

JJ walked past you, patting your shoulder as he entered your small house, the homey decor and familiar scent of fresh cookies and linen febreze inviting him in with as much vigor as you did the first time he came to your home. “Today is the day, my friend. And, in regards to the whole hungover deal, I so happen to not be a lightweight, unlike some…” he trailed off to glance at your slouched frame, the cuffs of your paper bag denim jeans bunched up around your shins, and the thick strapped tank from Pelican Marina that you chopped the bottom off of, was pushed up around the band of your bra. Normally, you’d be self conscious of how much of your torso was on display, but you were feeling like a dead squirrel, and it wasn't like JJ hadn't seen you in a bikini almost everyday.

Moving towards the couch to refold the blanket you had knocked onto yourself before you fell asleep, you asked, with an increasing amount of pep and clarity, “Today is the day for what?”

“I’m glad you asked, Y/N! You're dying my hair today. Get ready so we can go to the store.” He seemed a bit nervous, his hand instinctively going to the blond pieces of hair that fell as fringe over his forehead. A goofy smile spread across your face as his words sunk in, the leftover cranky drunkenness fading away as you almost jumped in the air as you ran to your bathroom to get ready.

Once you got out of the shower and changed into a t-shirt and shorts, you met JJ back in your family room, his eyes glued to the phone screen in his hand, his eyes tracing over the photo he was looking at. His phone was open to a picture Kie took of you two on the HMS, having been in the midst of a shotgunning competition. Your hair fell in waves, from your ears down it was a light teal color, matching the oceanic background. JJ zoomed in on the picture, scrolling between the bright, superficial hair color to his photographed blond locks. “Hey!” You made him jump, as you leant against the back of the sofa, looking over his shoulder.

“I was thinking this color?” He sounded a little unsure, but as a hair dying veteran, you knew it was just virgin hair jitters. You took pride in having watched enough Brad Mondo, making you think you could do his hair just as well as a hairdresser.

You reached over, swiping so the camera app was open, and you maneuvered your ponytail to lay over his forehead, the pastel turquoise color of your hair covering most of his face, “I think ya look great.”

He jumped off the couch, grumbling about you being a total dork, and to just get the damn car keys. Having completely sobered up, you grabbed the keys to your old pickup truck and all but skipped out the door. JJ, being blond, had such good hair for dying. You had wondered what he’d look like with crazy colored locks multiple times, he had just never agreed until you won the bet.

Once you two had arrived at the store, a wave of air conditioning hit you, pricking at your bare legs and arms. Having been very acquainted with the beauty supply store, you walked straight to the aisle of hair dye, JJ following cluelessly in your wake. The lanyard holding your keychain was tucked in your denim short’s pocket, the ribbon loop brushing your knee as you bent down to pick up a mixing bowl and color application brushes. You looked towards JJ who was watching you with stitched together eyebrows and evident confusion. “These are semi-permanent colors,” you pointed to a section of the shelves, bottles and tubes or paint like hair dyes sprawling out in front of JJ. “Your hair is light enough that it won’t need bleach… so how long are you committed to this merman look, ya think?”

JJ turned his head to look at you, his eyes lazily gazing at your dimpled smile. “I’m in this for the long haul.”

“As you should!” A laugh bounced from your lips as you nodded, pulling two bottles from the shelf of semi-permanent colors, knowing he’d want to be able to change it at some point. “I used this dye for my hair, if that’s what you want.” He nodded and took the bottle from your hand, staring at it with optimistic intrigue. “C’mon,” you motioned for him to follow you to the checkout line where you two split the bill and you teased him with the cashier with whom you were familiar.

Once you drove JJ back to your house—after going through the McDonald’s drive thru because JJ was hungry—you rummaged through your bathroom, stains of pinks, greens, blues, purples, reds, oranges, and blacks danced along the edge of your sink and shower from your previous dye jobs. You threw a blue towel at JJ to wrap around his shoulders, knocking a french fry out of his hand. “Hey, I was eating that.”

You mock pouted at his indignation but stayed silent so you could pour some of the dye into the mixing bowl. Before slipping on plastic gloves, you sectioned out JJ’s hair with old butterfly clips and barrettes he used to make fun of you for wearing in the sixth grade, claiming you were too grown up for hair clips. Although, he was owning the look now, pretending to flip his fringe sassily before you peeled the strands of blond off his forehead.

JJ was swiping through his phone, looking for Spotify before putting on his playlist and drumming on the counter with his fingers to the beat. You had to hold his head still multiple times with one hand, your other hand otherwise occupied with a brush filled with hair dye. Once he calmed down, you started brushing the color on the ends of his fringe, following the sections you had created. By the time you had finished and worked the dye to the roots of his fringe you handed him a mirror. “Whatcha think?”

He stared at the mirror like he was looking at a foreign object. “I mean I like it… Do you think we could stop here, just dye the front pieces?”

You hummed in response, grabbing the now empty plastic bag from the store and tying it just over his hair to incubate it with heat. “Okay, now we wait for thirty minutes.”

“Let's watch Avatar the Last Airbender.” JJ suggested, as you two walked into the main hallway of your small house on The Cut. Responding with a short word of agreement, you watched JJ jump over the couch to sit on it, aiming the remote at the screen.

After your phone beeped, signaling the end of thirty minutes, you had to tear JJ away from the TV, him having become engrossed by Aang’s adventures. Somehow you managed to rinse his hair out in the basin of your shower, adding to the colorful splotches on the rim. He complained about the water being cold then when you warmed it up, he cupped his hand under the faucet and splashed you with it.

Using all your self control, you extinguished the beginnings of a water fight in your bathroom and rinsed all the dye from JJ’s hair.

Shaking his hair like a wet dog, water droplets flying at you, JJ haphazardly dried his hair before looking in the mirror. “Wait, that's actually so good.”

“Really?” You asked through a grin, excited he liked the color. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you into his side.

“Yeah, it's awesome, Y/N!” He let go of you just to grab your hand and pull you through your house, “Let’s go show the others.”

Another bet he lost with more than optimal consequences.

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