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ov6rheated · 2 days ago

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dom!billie x fem!reader

summary: billie can’t resist you even when she should.

warnings: smut, fluff (?), small mommy kink, use of strap-on

word count: 1387

maggie had invited you two over for dinner. she missed her billie so much, and she even wanted the two of you to stay the night.

it was a saturday night, and you and billie had just arrived with luggage.

“it’s only for a night. why so much luggage?” maggie asks, immediately helping.

billie and you chuckled once she took the luggage. “mom, we’re just prepared,” she said.

more than half of the luggage wasn’t even yours. you packed enough for yourself, knowing you wouldn’t need much. you also wondered why she packed so much and what she packed. you didn’t bother asking, not being so worried about it, but now you see that she overpacked too much.

you two walked into the guest room and settle down before going back into the kitchen with maggie. she noticed that the two of you won’t let go of each other, and no one had hugged her yet.

“guys, i don’t bite. where’s my hug?” she giggled before breaking the two of you apart and hugging the each of you.

billie and you helped maggie cook, but she wouldn’t get her hands off of you. it seemed like only you were helping, and she was too busy kissing your neck. every time you were over the stove, she came behind you and kissed behind your ear, to your neck, then shoulder. you couldn’t deny that you loved it but, gosh.

“billie… chill out,” you plead softly, not loud enough for maggie to hear.

she ignored your protest, and started sneaking her hand under your leggings. you move her hand and move away, not wanting to do too much in front of her mother.

you look back at her as you cook with maggie, seeing her staring at you like you were her prey. it made you nervous, and it felt like your stomach was turning.

eventually, dinner was ready. patrick even joined the three of you for dinner after coming home. her parents questioned you about work and how billie was treating you (in a playful way).

during dinner you felt like billie’s eyes were piercing into your body as she stared at you. she ended up reaching over to grab your thigh. she scooted closer, and she began moving her hand up abnormally high.

she reached your heat, trying to brush her middle finger over you clit through your leggings. you keep speaking, closing your legs to try to stop her.

once she finally wiggled her way through, she had the slightest contact with your clit, you slightly jolted forward. you grab her hand, moving it away from you. it would be so embarrassing to make a scene in front of her parents all because she was horny.

for the rest of dinner, you two kept up this fight, and you were starting to get turned on too. you just couldn’t fold that easily. you thought you’d have to wait until you go home to get rid of the tension, but she thought otherwise

once dinner was over, everyone said their goodnights and head to their rooms. once you and billie reach the guest room, you close and lock the door.

“what the fuck was that?” you ask, obviously frustrated.

“oh don’t act like you don’t like it, baby,” she says and steps closer before continuing, “i could feel how wet you were getting.”

you roll your eyes, not denying what she said. “well, in front of your parents is wild, billie. you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?” you ask.

“god, fuck no, y/n. look at you.” she steps towards you again, closing the space between you.

it was so obvious how turned on she made you, even while hiding it. you look into her eyes, and see the desire and lust.

“well- uh- maggie was right about you over packing. what the fuck did you even bring?” you ask.

you try to change the subject, trying to get rid of the tension. it felt so wrong to try to have sex under her parents’ roof.

“you’ll see soon, angel,” she says as her hand grips your jaw.

billie leaned forward, your lips only being inches apart. she could see that you wanted this as much as she did, but you were being stubborn.

“billie, no. we aren’t doing this. we’re your parents visitors for the night, and these walls seem pretty thin.” you say, trying to move away from her, but billie’s grip was just too strong.

“you can be quiet, hm? right baby?” her voice became soft, it hypnotizing you. she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

she tilts her head, still waiting for an answer. you try think about it and decided. why not?

“okay, billie. but not too much noise,” you say. she smiled softly before releasing your chin and turning around to one of the suitcases.

you watch her, already figuring out what it is. she brought every sex toy you two owned. you scoff and chuckle to yourself, watching her dig through the bag.

“seriously billie?” she even chuckled as well, still grabbing things.

“shut up and strip, mama. get comfortable,” she said as she started to undress too.

you start peeling your clothes off, deciding to tease her and keep your bra and thong on. you lay back on the bed and keep watching her, seeing which dildo she chooses.

once she finishes, she walks over to you, wearing a sports bra and boxers. the dildo bobs in between her legs on the strap-on, and she decided to choose the longest and thickest one, knowing how you react to that. you became nervous and stared at it.

“billie… i don’t know.” she sees your nervousness and pecks your lips before effortlessly lifting you up.

“it’s okay, baby. i got you,” she says softly once she sits on a chair in the guest room.

she sees that your still wearing your thong, giving you a dangerous look because she knows what you’re doing. you fix your actions almost immediately, pulling them off. her hands stayed on your hips and she lowered you on her cock.

you hissed from how thick and long it was. your nails dug into her shoulders as you adjusted to the size. “remember to breathe mama. i got you.”

you take a deep breath and start moving your hips. you bite your lip to hide your moans, not wanting to be too loud.

you wanted to make her feel good too, but it seemed like she was just watching you. “you wanna make me feel good, angel?” you nodded.

“then move,” she says, the strap brushing against her clit nicely. she was encouraging you to go faster, her hands still on your hips.

you start going faster, your eyes rolling back as you kept going. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts free. she palmed one of them, wanting your nipples in her mouth.

she couldn’t even focus on that though. the strap brushing against her made her lose control, her leg muscles starting to tighten.

you were still riding, the sound of your pussy echoing in the room. once your climax approached, you started clamping down on her dildo. she felt it, knowing you were close.

“you close, mama? me too.” her eyes were rolling back too and it was the prettiest sight to see.

“can we cum together, mommy?” billie groaned when you called her that, getting closer and closer. she nodded quickly at your question.

it was like you counted down in your head whenever the two of you came. you both shuddered at the same time as it came over you. your walls spasmed around her fake dick, and she was able to feel it.

once you both came down from your high, you collapsed on top of her, trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good, princess. my sweet girl~” she whispered, running her fingers through your hair.

you lift your head to look in her eyes and peck her lips before getting up to get the both of you some damp towels. you clean yourselves up before heading to bed.

“i guess it was worth being quiet after all, huh?” she asks once you lay in bed.

“yeah, i guess,” you say, chuckling.

#billie x reader #billie eilish smut #billie eilish #lesbian #wlw

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gf2bellamy · 2 days ago

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Hi! can you do a post prison spencer x reader where they were kind of a thing before he went in and then prison happened, then he gets out and he finally makes a move since he thinks he should lose more time. Dont know if I explained it well. Love your writing!

time — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader wears a dress a/n: hii thanks for your request !! <33 i hope this is what you asked for

Was it weird to sleep in the same bed as Spencer Reid? Maybe. But then again, he had asked you to. And who were you to deny him that request, especially after everything he had been through? After he had just gotten out of prison, after the nightmares, the isolation —how could you say no?

Right now, he was practically draped over you, his head resting heavily on your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady. You hadn’t fallen asleep yet, but he had, and you weren’t surprised.

The exhaustion was etched into every line of his face, the dark circles under his eyes a testament to the toll the past few months had taken on him.

But here, in this moment, he looked peaceful. Content.

And so were you.

It had been a couple of days since he’d been home, and every single one of those days, he had called you over. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away for too long. You didn’t mind.

You never minded when it came to Spencer.

Your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers as you listened to the rhythm of his breathing. His warm breath brushed against your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

You didn’t know what you were to him—or what he was to you, for that matter. Even before he went to prison, the two of you had been… something. Not quite defined, not quite labeled.

Just something.

Friends, maybe. But then again friends didn’t make your heart race the way he did.

You glanced down at his sleeping form, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his face relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen in months. Your heart fluttered, just like it always did when you looked at him. It was ridiculous, really.

You had known him for years, had seen him at his best and his worst, had laughed with him, cried with him, argued with him.

And yet, every time you looked at him, it felt like the first time all over again.

You had missed him. God, you had missed him so much it hurt. It wasn’t just the kind of missing that made your chest ache—it was the kind that left a physical void, a hollow space that only he could fill.

And now that he was here, now that he was real and solid and warm in your arms, it still felt like a dream. Like if you blinked too hard or breathed too loudly, he’d vanish, and you’d wake up alone again.

You felt him stir, and you immediately stilled your fingers in his hair, not wanting to wake him. He’d only been asleep for an hour or two, and he needed the rest more than anything.

Spencer shifted slightly, his head nuzzling deeper into your shoulder, his hair now brushing against your face. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, as if even in his sleep, he was afraid to let you go.

You waited a moment, holding your breath, before slowly resuming the gentle motion of your fingers through his hair. Your eyes stayed fixed on him, tracing the lines of his face, the curve of his lips, the way his lashes rested against his cheeks.

You loved looking at him—more than anything in this world

Suddenly, his voice broke the silence, soft and sleep-roughened. “I like it when you play with my hair.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you saw him crack one eye open, peering up at you with a drowsy, half-awake expression. “Sorry,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He loosened his hold on you, shifting slightly as he lifted his head from your shoulder. You immediately missed the weight of him, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face, and you followed suit, propping yourself up on one elbow.

“You didn’t wake me,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

You reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, the screen lighting up as you checked the time. “5 p.m.,” you replied, setting the phone back down.

Spencer blinked, his brows furrowing slightly as he processed the information.

“I didn’t mean to sleep that long,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, and you couldn’t help but smile at how endearingly rumpled he looked.

“You need the rest,” you said softly, noticing how he scooted closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. The small, almost unconscious gesture made you smile.

“Have you eaten?” he asked, his voice still a little rough from sleep as he shifted toward the edge of the bed. He stood up, reaching out his hand to you almost instinctively. You took it without hesitation, your fingers curling around his as he led you out of the room and towards the kitchen.

“No, I was being suffocated by someone,” you teased, shooting him a playful grin.

Spencer glanced back at you, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation, but he didn’t let go of your hand. If anything, his grip tightened just a little.

He opened the fridge, still holding onto your hand, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way your fingers were intertwined.

Even before Spencer went to prison, he had always been touchy with you—more so than with anyone else. A hand on your shoulder, a brush of his fingers against yours, a casual arm slung around you during movie nights.

But since he’d been back, it seemed like that habit had intensified.

“There’s nothing in here,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he absently began tracing small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

The gesture was so natural, so unconscious, that it made your heart skip a beat.

“We can go out and get some food,” you suggested, glancing up at him. You also thought it would be good for him to get out of the house.

Since he’d been back, the two of you had barely left, and Spencer had spent most of his time catching up on sleep.

A change of scenery might do him some good.

Spencer turned to look at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

He had spent so much time in prison, so much time away from you, and now that he was back, he didn’t want to waste another second.

Sure, he was holding your hand. Sure, he had just spent the last hour curled up with you in bed, his head on your shoulder, your fingers in his hair.

But that wasn’t enough. Not anymore. He wanted more. He wanted to take you out, to show you how much you meant to him, to make up for all the time he had lost.

The idea popped into his head suddenly.

A date.

He wanted to take you on a real date. Not just this—not just quiet moments in his apartment or yours, as much as he loved those.

He wanted to take you somewhere nice, somewhere special.

You raised your eyebrows, trying to decipher the unreadable expression on his face. “What?” you asked when the silence stretched a little too long.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, finally looking away, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Nothing except the fact that I’m going to take you on the best date you’ve ever been on, he thought.

But he didn’t say that.

Instead, he just squeezed your hand gently and said, “But yes, we can do that.”

A couple of days later, you were sitting in your own apartment, trying to convince yourself that everything was fine. But the truth was, you missed Spencer. You missed him so much it felt like a physical ache.

Over the past few weeks, you had spent so much time at his place that being back in your own apartment felt… wrong. It didn’t feel like home without him.

Your couch felt too empty, the silence too loud, the space too big.

To distract yourself, you picked up one of the books he had given you for your birthday.

It was a thick, well-loved novel with a note scribbled in the margin in his familiar handwriting.

You smiled faintly as you traced the words with your finger, remembering the way his eyes had lit up when he handed it to you.

“You’ll love this one,” he had said, his voice brimming with excitement.

You sat comfortably on the couch, the book open in your lap, while the TV played softly in the background for some noise.

But your mind kept wandering, drifting back to Spencer.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking you out of your thoughts. You glanced at it immediately, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Spencer’s name on the screen.

A smile tugged at your lips as you opened the message.

"I was thinking… perhaps you could wear something nice tonight? I’ll be there at 7. If that’s alright with you, of course."

You stared at the message for a moment, your smile widening as you typed out your reply: "Okay, sure. I’ll see you then :)"

You hesitated for a second, your thumb hovering over the send button. Then, before you could overthink it, you added: "But just so you know, you’re being weirdly mysterious right now. I’m intrigued."

Slowly, you set the book and your phone aside as you stood up, making your way to your bedroom.

You stood in front of your closet, staring at the rows of clothes.

What exactly did “nice” mean? A dress? Something casual but elegant? You hesitated for a moment before grabbing a simple dress from the hook, deciding it was your safest bet.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of your dress before opening it.

And there he was—Spencer Reid, standing on your doorstep in a suit. Your mouth fell open slightly as your eyes raked over him. Sure, you had seen him in a suit before, but this… this was different.

He looked good. Too good. So good that your brain short-circuited for a moment, leaving you momentarily speechless.

He looked at you with wide eyes, his breath catching as he took in your appearance. “You look… beautiful,” he said, his voice soft.

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you glanced down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Thank you,” you said shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just kept looking at you as if he was memorizing every detail.

Finally, you broke the silence. “So… what exactly am I dressed up for?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

Spencer hesitated, his hands fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves before he took a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose any more time,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “I want to take you on a date. A real one.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, you just stared at him, trying to process what he had just said. A date.

Spencer Reid wanted to take you on a date.

“A date?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yes. A date. I’ve wasted too much time already, and I don’t want to waste any more. Not when it comes to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. But then you smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made his eyes light up in return.

“Okay,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. Your hand found his, fingers intertwining as you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go on a date.”

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luvashli · 24 hours ago

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CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

SYNOPSIS -> Your Ex Jungwon and you share a passionate night that revives your connection. Amid the heat of the moment and the challenges of his idol life, you begin to rebuild trust and explore your bond in a deeper way.

PAIRING: idol!ex!jungwon x nonidol!ex!reader

GENRE: romance, drama, slice of life, fluff, suggestive (no smut)

STARTED: 2/13/2025

STATUS: complete

WC: 4.5k

Note: Inspired by "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys. While suggestive, it focuses on rebuilding trust and connection without explicit content.

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Jungwon had always been a dreamer. The kind of boy who carried the weight of his ambitions like second skin, who burned so brightly that you knew if you got too close, you’d end up scorched.

When you met him, he was already on the cusp of something bigger than himself—on the verge of debuting, of stepping into the world as ENHYPEN’s leader, of trading the ordinary for the extraordinary.

And you? You were just someone who happened to be there at the right time. Or maybe the wrong time.

It was never supposed to be anything serious. A late-night conversation that turned into another, and then another. Stolen hours between practices, secret glances in crowded rooms, whispered confessions in the dark when no one else was listening.

You loved him in the quiet moments—when he wasn’t Jungwon, the idol, but Jungwon, the boy who still got nervous before performances, who laughed until his stomach hurt, who traced absent-minded patterns on your skin when he thought you were asleep.

But love wasn’t always enough.

The distance started small. Missed calls. Unread messages. Promises of next time that never came.

Then came the rumors. The late-night schedules. The growing realization that no matter how much he loved you, he belonged to the world first.

You had never been naïve—you knew what dating an idol meant. You knew what it meant to be someone’s secret, to exist in the spaces between rehearsals and fan meetings, to never be the name in his thank-you speeches.

Still, you stayed.

Until one night, when he showed up at your door, exhausted, drenched from the rain, eyes pleading in a way that made your chest ache.

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Do what?”

“This. Us.”

Your heart cracked right down the middle. Because you knew. You knew.

That no matter how much he wanted you, he would never be able to hold onto you the way he wanted.

And so you let him go.

Or at least, you tried.

But some loves aren’t meant to be severed cleanly. Some linger like ghosts, haunting you in the songs that play late at night, in the drinks you sip too slowly, in the quiet moments where you swear you still feel his warmth beside you.

You both told yourselves it was over.

But the truth was, neither of you ever really let go.

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Jungwon knew he should have moved on by now.

It would have been easier if you had hated him. If you had slammed the door in his face that night, screamed at him, told him he was selfish for making you wait, for loving you in half-measures. But you didn’t. You just looked at him with those tired, knowing eyes, and let him go.

And that was the problem. You never fought him on it. Never begged him to stay. You just understood—and somehow, that made it worse.

Because Jungwon had spent so much of his life fighting. Fighting to be good enough, to prove himself, to lead a group at an age where most people were still figuring themselves out. Fighting to keep up, to stay ahead, to be the version of himself that the world expected him to be.

But you? You never asked him to fight for you. And maybe that was why he couldn’t let go.

Because late at night, when the exhaustion crept in and the hotel room felt too empty, he found himself wondering—what if he had fought? What if he had been braver, had held onto you a little tighter instead of letting the weight of his world push you away?

Would you still be his?

Or had he already lost you to the life he chose?

Jungwon sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he stared at his phone, your name still pinned at the top of his messages.

He could text you.

He wanted to.

But what would he even say?

"I still think about you."

"I still dream about you."

"I still don’t know how to let you go."

But none of those would change the fact that he had already walked away.

And he wasn’t sure if he had the right to crawl back.

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Jungwon never drank much.

He was careful—always had been. Careful with his words, his actions, the way he carried himself in public. Careful because he had no choice but to be. As an idol, there was always a camera, always a headline waiting to be written, always someone watching.

But tonight, he didn’t care.

The bar was tucked away in some dimly lit alley, the kind of place where no one would expect to find him. It was quiet, not crowded, the low hum of conversation blending into the soft music playing through the speakers.

He sat in the corner, hoodie pulled low over his face, fingers wrapped around a glass he’d barely touched. The ice clinked against the sides as he swirled it absentmindedly, watching the liquid slosh against the rim.

He wasn’t sure why he was here.

Or maybe he was.

Maybe it was because it was late, and he was alone, and the weight of everything felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because he kept seeing your face in the glow of streetlights, kept hearing your voice in the spaces between songs, kept feeling your presence like a phantom in the air.

Or maybe it was because drinking felt like the closest thing to recklessness he could afford.

He exhaled sharply, bringing the glass to his lips, letting the bitterness burn its way down.

It didn’t help.

Didn’t drown out the memories.

Didn’t silence the thought that if he picked up his phone right now—if he called you, even though it was stupid and selfish—you might still answer.

Would you?

Would you pick up, or would you let it ring? Would you be annoyed, or would you already know why he was calling?

Would you tell him to stop? To move on?

Or would you let him come back, just one more time?

The thought made his chest tighten.

Jungwon ran a hand over his face, pushing his hair back as he leaned against the wall. He knew he should leave. Should go home before someone recognized him, before this turned into something it shouldn’t.

But he stayed.

Because here, in the haze of alcohol and dim lights, it was easier to pretend that he wasn’t an idol. That he wasn’t ENHYPEN’s leader, that he wasn’t someone with expectations suffocating him at every turn.

Here, he was just a boy with a broken heart, drinking alone in a place where no one knew his name.

And for now, that was enough.

The bass of some distant song rattles the walls.

It’s your song. The one that somehow became yours, the one that drags him back to you no matter how far he tries to run.

He leans against the counter, fingers curled around the rim of a half-empty glass. The ice has melted, watering down whatever courage he thought he had. His phone sits beside him, screen dimmed, your name perched at the top of his messages—untouched but never ignored.

He wonders if you feel the same. If your fingers hover over his contact late at night, if his name lingers on your lips when no one else is around. If you ever get that ache in your chest, the one that stays like something stuck between your teeth—impossible to shake, impossible to ignore.

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before grabbing his phone. His pulse thrums in his ears as he types, erases, types again. He’s never been good at this—at closing doors, at walking away, at pretending he doesn’t dream about you nearly every damn night.

Jungwon: Are you still awake?

The message sends before he can second-guess himself, before he can remind himself that maybe you’ve moved on. That maybe he should move on.

Three dots appear. Vanish. Reappear.

You: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?

His lips curve, a bitter smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Jungwon: Shouldn’t you?

A pause. Then—

You: Where are you?

It’s an invitation. Maybe not the one he should accept, but the one he wants. The one he always will.

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The city hums beneath him as he walks, hands in his pockets, breath curling in the cool night air. He doesn’t have to think about where he’s going—his feet already know the way.

Your door is unlocked. A small act of trust, or maybe just a quiet expectation.

You’re there, curled up on the couch, the glow from the streetlights painting soft shadows on your face. There’s a drink on the table, condensation pooling around the base. You don’t say anything as he steps inside, don’t ask why he’s here—because you both already know the answer.

Maybe tomorrow, he’ll regret this. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll tell himself it should’ve ended a long time ago. But for now, with your warmth seeping into his side and your scent filling his lungs—

For now, he’s yours.

The air in your apartment is thick—humid from the warmth of too many emotions left unspoken, heavy with the scent of rain-soaked fabric and something undeniably him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, but there’s no real conviction in your voice.

His lips curl into something that isn’t quite a smirk, isn’t quite regret. “You let me in.”

You don’t answer, because what is there to say? That you knew it was a mistake the moment you saw his name on your phone? That even after everything, after the distance, the silence, the aching months of trying to forget—you still wanted him?

Jungwon exhales, stepping further inside, closing the door behind him. The sound of it clicking shut sends a shiver down your spine.

It’s always like this. Always him showing up at your doorstep with the weight of the world on his shoulders, always you letting him in even when you shouldn’t.

“Jungwon—”

But you don’t get to finish, because suddenly, he’s closer. Close enough that you can see the way his damp hair clings to his forehead, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him despite the chill outside.

His fingers brush your wrist—barely there, like a question, like he’s waiting for permission. Your breath catches.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs.

You should. You know you should.

Instead, your fingers curl around the front of his hoodie, tugging him forward, and that’s all he needs.

He exhales sharply, as if he’s been holding his breath all this time, as if this—you—is the only thing he’s been aching for. His hands find your waist, sliding beneath the hem of your sweater, fingertips ghosting over your skin, sending heat curling down your spine.

Your back hits the wall, his body pressing against yours, and suddenly, there’s no space left between you. His breath is warm against your cheek, his nose brushing against yours, his lips hovering—so damn close—

“You’re drunk,” you murmur, but you don’t push him away.

Jungwon chuckles, low and rough. “Barely.”

And then, finally, he closes the distance.

His lips are warm, insistent, tasting faintly of whiskey and something undeniably him. He kisses you slowly, like he’s memorizing the way you feel against him, like he’s trying to make up for all the times he had to pretend he didn’t want this.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and the sound he makes in response—deep, breathy, almost desperate—sends a shiver straight through you. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel every inch of him against you.

It’s dangerous, the way you fit so perfectly together.

His lips trail down to your jaw, your neck, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. “I shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs against your skin.

But neither of you stop.

Because in this moment, with his hands on your body and his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake, there is no past, no future.

There is only this.

And neither of you want to let go.

Jungwon’s breath is hot against your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin like a question he already knows the answer to. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he exhales sharply, his grip on your waist shifting—tighter, hungrier.

Your back presses further into the wall as he leans in, his body fitting against yours like he belongs there. Like he’s never left. His hands slip under your sweater, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles against your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, but the way his lips brush over your pulse, the way his fingers flex against your hips, tells you he’s praying you won’t.

You don’t.

Instead, your hands slide beneath the hem of his hoodie, pushing it up, desperate to feel more of him. His skin is warm beneath your touch, muscles tensing slightly as your palms explore the familiar planes of his back. You feel the way his breath stutters against your neck when your nails drag lightly down his spine, the way his lips part as if he’s about to say something—

But then he kisses you again, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

It’s slow but deep, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s afraid this moment might slip through his fingers if he doesn’t take his time. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them just hard enough to make your breath hitch before he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist like it’s second nature.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes against your lips as your body presses flush against his. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you steady, his grip possessive—like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.

But you’re not going anywhere.

Not when his lips trail lower, not when he murmurs your name against your collarbone like a prayer, not when his teeth graze over sensitive skin, leaving a mark that neither of you will acknowledge in the morning but both of you will remember.

Your hands push his hoodie up further, your fingertips pressing into his toned stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. He groans softly at that, the sound vibrating against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Jungwon,” you whisper, and it’s all it takes—

For him to press you harder against the wall, for his lips to find yours again, for the heat between you to grow unbearable, undeniable.

For a moment, nothing else exists. Not the past, not the consequences, not the inevitable morning that will come too soon.

There is only this.

Only the way he kisses you like he’s never stopped wanting you.

Only the way your body responds to him like you were made for each other.

Only the way neither of you say the words lingering between you—

"I never stopped thinking about you."

"I don’t know how to let you go."

“Stay."

Because right now, neither of you need to say it.

Right now, you’re both exactly where you want to be.

Of course, let's continue with them in a more emotionally intimate setting after their intense connection. We'll focus on their emotional bond and the resolution of their feelings afterward.

---

After everything, the room feels quieter, almost serene. The weight of their shared silence lingers, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s the kind of silence that says everything needs time. Both of you, tangled together, breathing in sync, a gentle hum of the city filling the background.

Jungwon pulls you close, his hand resting on your back as you both lie on the couch, the warmth of his body enveloping you. His hoodie, now discarded somewhere on the floor, leaves a faint smell of him on your skin, a reminder that tonight was not just physical, but something much more profound.

His thumb runs gentle circles along your back, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a rhythm that calms the racing thoughts in your head. There’s an ease in the way he holds you, a comfort in the way he breathes like he’s found something he’s been searching for. Something he’s been missing.

The night still feels alive between you, the intensity of it lingering in the way his fingers trace your skin. But there’s a tenderness now. An unspoken promise.

“Y/n,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His words hang in the air like they’re fragile, like he’s afraid to break the moment. “I know we’ve been through a lot... I’ve been messed up for so long, I didn’t know how to fix it.”

You turn your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and you can see the vulnerability in them—the raw, unguarded part of him he rarely lets anyone see. The part that aches for connection, for understanding.

“I’ve missed you, Jungwon,” you say softly, your voice cracking just slightly. “I didn’t want to let go, either.”

He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours, the touch comforting, grounding. His lips brush against your skin in a gesture that’s almost reverent. “I never should’ve let you go. I’ve realized that now.”

You nod, closing your eyes, trying to fight back the emotion threatening to spill over. The pain that had existed between you two for so long now felt like it had been washed away—washed away by this night, by this quiet moment, by the understanding that, in the end, it wasn’t about the time lost, but the time you were still willing to give each other.

“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight,” you whisper. “But we can start again. Together. If you want that.”

Jungwon’s eyes soften, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he brushes his thumb over your skin, his gaze never leaving yours. “I do. I really do.”

And that’s all you need to hear. The future feels less uncertain now, even if it’s unclear exactly where it will lead. Right now, all that matters is that you’ve found your way back to each other.

As you settle deeper into his embrace, the night stretches on—quiet, gentle, full of new beginnings. The warmth of his body beside you is all the reassurance you need.

No more questions. No more doubt.

Just the certainty that, this time, you won’t let go.

---

The days after that night are a blur of quiet efforts and small, meaningful gestures. Jungwon wants to show you—wants to prove that this time is different, that this time he’s really ready to do the work.

It starts with the flowers.

One morning, you wake up to a soft knock at your door. When you open it, a delivery man is standing there, holding a bouquet of white roses, tied with a delicate ribbon. The note is simple, but it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat.

For you, always. - Jungwon.

A smile tugs at your lips. You can’t help it. His sincerity is overwhelming. He’s always been careful with his words, but now there’s something more—something genuine in the way he’s making an effort to show you, not just tell you.

Later that day, your phone buzzes with a message from him.

---

Jungwon:

Good morning, y/n. I hope your day’s as beautiful as you are. I was thinking about you. I know things haven’t been easy, but I’m here, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. No more running away. I’m staying. ❤️

You feel a warmth spread through you as you read his words. The night you shared feels so fresh in your mind, but it’s these little moments—the flowers, the messages—that help ease the heaviness you had been carrying. Jungwon isn’t just saying the right things, he’s showing you the changes, taking action to rebuild the trust that had been shaken.

---

Jungwon’s members start to notice the difference too. His smile is brighter, lighter, and there’s a certain determination in his step. They can tell something’s changed, but it’s not just because of his mood—it’s because he’s clearly trying.

One evening, Sunghoon, Ni-ki, and Sunoo are all hanging out in the dorm when Jungwon walks into the room, a slight nervousness in his eyes but also a quiet sense of contentment.

“Hyung, what’s with you today?” Ni-ki teases, raising an eyebrow. “You’re glowing, man.”

Jungwon grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… I’m just... trying to make up for things.”

Sunoo squints at him, a playful smirk forming. “Is this about y/n?”

Jungwon hesitates for a split second, but then he nods, his cheeks going pink. “Yeah, we’re... we’re back together.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widen in surprise, then he smirks. “Back together, huh? Didn’t see that coming.”

Sunoo laughs, clapping Jungwon on the back. “Honestly, I’m glad to hear it. You’ve been all over the place, man. I can tell you’re really trying now.”

Jungwon nods earnestly, his voice softer. “I’m not taking any chances this time. I really want it to work.”

Ni-ki, who had been watching Jungwon closely, finally smiles. “Well, if you’re going to do this, do it right. We’re rooting for you.”

There’s a quiet moment where Jungwon just absorbs the words from his members, a warm sense of belonging flooding him. He’s not alone in this. They’re behind him, supporting him. And that feeling of solidarity, of knowing that his efforts to redeem himself are being noticed, makes him more determined than ever.

As the days go by, Jungwon continues to send you messages, little updates, sweet reminders that he’s here and he’s serious. Sometimes, it’s a simple good morning text. Other times, it’s a song he’s found that reminds him of you. He keeps his word, showing you that his feelings are genuine.

With each message, each gesture, he’s slowly chipping away at the wall of doubt you’d built around your heart. And, bit by bit, you’re beginning to trust him again.

---

The weeks after Jungwon’s apology are a gentle progression. Both of you take your time, step by step, to rebuild what had once been broken. It’s not perfect, nor is it always easy, but the foundation is there. With each passing day, the cracks between you start to heal, the trust slowly returning as you both work toward a fresh start.

Jungwon makes the effort. He’s present. He’s here. And this time, when he tells you he loves you, you feel it in every action he takes—whether it’s a text at the start of the day, a song he dedicates to you during a live broadcast, or a spontaneous surprise like a hand-written note hidden in your coat pocket.

But you both know that the biggest hurdle you face isn’t just about trust—it’s the reality of his life as an idol. The public eye. The need to keep your relationship quiet, for both your sakes.

At first, it’s an adjustment. There are days when he’s gone for hours, sometimes even days, caught up in the whirlwind of schedules, rehearsals, and performances. You’re used to seeing his face on TV, his smile on stage, but it’s also a reminder of how careful you both have to be. Any hint of your relationship could lead to rumors—rumors that could hurt both of you in ways you’re not prepared for.

Jungwon is the one who sets the boundaries early on. He tells you, quietly, one night when he’s sitting next to you on the couch, his hand gently holding yours.

“I know it’s hard,” he says, his voice low and serious, “but we have to be careful. If people find out… it could mess everything up. For me, for you. I want us to be happy, but I also need to protect this, protect you.”

You nod, understanding the weight of his words. It’s not just about the two of you anymore. His career, his public persona, is something neither of you can ignore. It’s a balancing act—a dance between holding on to what’s personal and keeping it under wraps, for the sake of your relationship and his career.

“I get it,” you reply softly, squeezing his hand. “We can make it work. We’ll be careful.”

And you are. You spend most of your time together behind closed doors, in quiet, private moments. But every once in a while, when the chance comes, you steal moments in public. Small touches that go unnoticed by most. A hand brushing against his when you walk side-by-side, a quick kiss on the cheek when you think no one’s looking. It’s subtle but meaningful, the little things that remind you both of the love you’ve found again.

There are days when the stress of keeping everything a secret weighs on you. It’s hard. It’s lonely at times. You can’t go out for spontaneous dates or hold hands in public like normal couples do. But in those moments, Jungwon reassures you, reminding you that you’re not alone in this. He texts you when he’s on the move, always finding a way to check in, even when his schedule is packed. Sometimes it’s a quick “I miss you,” other times it’s a photo of a sunset he’s caught from his hotel room—anything to bridge the distance between you.

But what makes it work is the trust. You trust him now—completely. You know that he’s serious, that he’s not going anywhere. He’s shown you that, not with grand gestures, but with quiet, consistent love.

You’ve learned to navigate the highs and lows of his idol life together, understanding that there will be tough days when he’s exhausted or when the pressure of fame gets to him. You’ve learned to give each other space when needed, but you’ve also found comfort in those shared moments—those quiet nights when he comes home after a long day, finally free to unwind in the safety of your shared space.

When things get difficult, when the rumors or the pressure of his public life start to weigh heavily on both of you, Jungwon is always the one to remind you why it’s worth it. “We’re in this together,” he’ll say, his hand resting on your shoulder, his voice steady and unwavering. “This is real. What we have—it’s worth everything.”

And you believe him.

The key to making it work is balance. You’ve learned how to stay grounded, to protect each other’s privacy while also nurturing your love. It’s not always easy, but in the end, it feels worth it. There’s a peace that settles between you both as you continue to build your relationship, one day at a time, trusting that with each step forward, you’re stronger than before.

No matter the challenges that come with being with someone in the spotlight, no matter the secrets you have to keep, you both know that this—what you have—is real. And that’s all that matters.

Together, you can handle anything.

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june watched as hans stretched, felt his own arm lift along with him, and huffed out a quiet laugh at the way hans seemed so pleased with himself, even as he joked about not being able to let go.

it was easier like this — where they didn’t have to name whatever was sitting between them, where they didn’t have to pick apart the details of why it felt right to be here, tangled up in each other, while the storm raged outside.

he should have seen it coming when hans finally did let go, if only so he could rearrange them into something more comfortable. but when hans stretched out along the couch, arms open, gaze expectant — june still hesitated. not because he didn’t want to close the space between them again., but because it was the kind of invitation that meant something. it wasn’t just about comfort. it was about hans. about the way he made room, the way he wanted june there enough to pull him in, to keep him. and june wasn’t used to that.

for a second, he just looked at hans, gaze searching, fingers flexing where his hand still hovered in the empty space between them. then, finally, he exhaled, slow and steady, and let himself move.

it wasn’t graceful. the couch was small, and hans was warm, and june could already hear him teasing if he so much as hesitated again — so he didn’t. he eased down, fitting himself into the space hans made for him, head resting where hans’ shoulder met his chest.

it was… nice. better than nice. hans’ arms came around him. june shut his eyes, feeling the way their breathing evened out, how easy it was to just exist like this.

“…if we wake up sore in the morning, i’m blaming you,” june muttered, the complaint half-hearted at best, softened by the way his fingers curled absently into the fabric of hans’ shirt. “but if this is where you’re staying, i guess i’m staying too.” he wasn’t sure if hans heard the quiet honesty beneath the teasing, but it didn’t really matter. because june meant it. he was staying. and for tonight — for however long hans would have him — that was enough.

hans’ body was starting to feel heavy with the long day, the feeling of june nestled against him so comforting in his mere presence that it was lulling hans to sleepiness. but his eyes remained open and alert, and his thoughts were emptied out and replaced by just this all-encompassing feeling that he was not lonely.

he had june, and he was keeping june. that’s all he knew right now, and it was enough. june would be staying here for the night and they could stay like this as long as they wanted. hans stifled a yawn, his eyes watering up with the effort, and he moved to stretch his arms—pulling june’s arms up with his.

he laughed easily at what he did, grinning sheepishly at june. “i just can’t seem to let go of your hand. i think we’re glued together now,” he joked, making the mood light and just perfect for two people who had so many things unspoken between them but were just content with where they were right now.

his thumb caressed the back of june’s hand lightly as hans fell into a contemplative mood, growing silent for a few breaths. there was no particular thought that filled his mind, but there were a lot of feelings he needed to square away, to sit with and think through. he decided they could wait, and he whispered, “come on, we can do better than this.”

he straightened up and let go of june’s hands in what felt like a difficult ordeal, but he had to so that he could use his hands to slide down the couch, laying down the whole length of it and keeping his arms open. “now we can sleep properly,” he added, his eyes filled with the tiniest of question, but his smile inviting.

there was an actual bed in his room waiting for him, and it would have enough room for two if he decided to invite june in there, but it felt different. something hans wasn’t ready to discuss just yet. all he knew was that right now, he had his arms to offer, on this cramped couch, and he hoped that would be enough.

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💗🎉💗CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE!💗🎉💗

I’m so happy for you! I found you through Closer, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re an amazing writer and such a lovely person!

I’m wondering… what about one of these?🌹the prompt number 1. I love your writing and I cannot stop myself from asking. Perhaps with Joel, or Frankie, or Pero…I’m not picky, I’ll be happy with whatever the inspiration leads you.

Alsooooo… Is it too much if I add a little bit of 💌? I’m curious about your writing process. How do you do it? Is it linear, or do you jump around, and later “paste it”?

wym, you're so sweet and i love sharing this space with you my friend 😘 thank you for sending in this prompt and allowing me to do something special with it. thanks for your patience as i have been painstakingly slow with making my way through this backlog of requests! i'll answer your thoughtful writing question at the very bottom of the post after the one shot, if that's alright!

axel and ember — joel x f!reader

request: "overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! i decided to use this one for something very personal to me. as someone who has dealt with vaginismus, this was challenging to write the last few days but it felt like the right direction for me to go in with this prompt. in no way does this describe the experience every person with vaginismus has (nor 100% true to mine), and it is a lot of hard work to help your body and mind learn to work with the sexual obstacles that come with it. i simplified things for the purpose of this story but still found it really gratifying to write so much from personal experience and feelings that i have dealt with. i highly encourage anyone who has not heard of vaginismus to do a little research as it's something that many, many women deal with in silence or is ignored as much of women's sexual health is. happy reading 💓

wc: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has vaginismus, unprotected piv

“Maybe… maybe it just doesn’t fit.”

You’d said the words, exasperated after trying for the third time that week.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, darlin’,” Joel teases the words playfully, his hair hanging down into his face as he holds himself perched above you. His smile brusquely fades when he sees that you’re genuinely upset. Some days, it hadn’t been that big of a deal, you’d been able to shrug off the frustration. Today, however, you felt frayed and emotional, pissed off that your body couldn’t just behave like a normal body should. It’s infuriating, living in a body that won’t cooperate with your mind, seeing others do with ease what you never could. What you could only have as a fantasy.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He leans down, kissing you softly before moving from where he’d been stationed on top of you to lay at your side.

Another dream of finally having sex with your boyfriend tonight slipped away in an instant.

“What if I try the dilators again?” you ask desperately, meeting Joel’s gaze. His warm eyes look back at yours with empathy, and he shrugs.

“If y’want. But maybe you should jus’ rest. We already had our fun, yeah?”

He’d gotten you off, you’d gotten him off. Fingers and tongues and mouths, which admittedly were great, but you craved to know what more of him felt like, more than just the one, sometimes two fingers you could handle without soon wincing in discomfort.

You wanted him inside of you, wanted your bodies joined in the way that you were so cruelly being denied by the universe.

“N-no, you’re right. It was fun.” You flash him a somewhat forced smile, grateful for his patience and love when he wraps his arms around you. Joel had been such a constant with you, so wonderful, and that only made it hurt more that you couldn’t give him this. He’d never pressured you, never made you feel at fault these last five months you’d been dating. In some ways, it had brought you closer, not being able to rush into sex, but it didn’t mean that he’d stick around forever if it meant he couldn’t get the one thing you know men always want.

“We’re gonna get it one of these days,” he reassures you, stroking your hair. “You’re workin’ hard at your sessions and here at home. Don’t tell you enough that I think it’s great, seein’ you tryin’ all of that. But don’t do it for me, okay? Do it ‘cause it’s what you want.”

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. You were of course doing all of this work for yourself, so that you could freely enjoy something that should come so naturally to your body. Yet you knew that deep down the pressure was mounting, wanting to give Joel the sexual satisfaction you assumed he craved, something that your hands and mouth couldn’t give him. It was putting up a block between you and your sexuality, making each interaction that much more strained and distressing. You’re surprised Joel caught on to all of that when you’d been trying to put on a brave face for him.

“I - I know,” you concede with a sigh. “I’m afraid sometimes. That I’ll never be enough without this piece of me.”

Joel’s deep set brow furrows further, looking hurt - for you or for himself, you can’t quite tell. His lips set into a firm line before they part, readying to speak. “I think you’re pretty damn amazing the way that y’are. I want that for us, ‘course I do. But I’d rather jus’ have you, whatever, however you are.”

“You would?” you ask sentimentally, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You laugh slightly, wiping under your eyes, knowing your question is ridiculous but still needing that extra validation that he’s sure. That he’s okay continuing to try this with you, even if it never results in anything.

“Yes, silly. Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?”

“‘Cause I find us all the good TV shows to watch?”

He laughs, his burly chest shaking with it. “Quit bein’ a pest, I’m tryin’ to be serious with you,” he quips back, trying and failing to hold back his chuckle.

“I know. I know what you’re saying, Joel. I -“ You swallow, your face falling, pulled back into the seriousness of the moment. “I appreciate you. So, so much.” You reach and wrap your arms tightly around him. You relish in the feeling of being close to him, your naked bodies melding together, the heater-like quality of Joel always comforting to you.

“You’re all the good in this relationship, baby.”

“Who’s being a pest now?” You flick his chest, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter again, giddy at the late hour and the tax of this evening leaving you emotionally spent.

The voice deep inside your mind taunts you as you slowly listen to Joel falling asleep next to you, his breath falling to a rhythmic pattern interlaced with tiny, endearing snores. You hold back tears that come in the dark, feeling so small and alone in this moment, knowing that despite his reassurances, he could never truly understand how this feels for you.

The next few weeks go by with much of the same - you’re busy with life, work, friends, and going to your physical therapy sessions. It was awkward at first all those months ago, laying there bare underneath the sheet while a woman practically had half her hand inside of you, but you got used to it, even started to look forward to hearing about her life and her kids.

You and Joel try a few more times to no avail, your body once seeming to have a breakthrough before promptly making you inhale sharply in pain, shaking your head dejectedly.

You try to let it go, let all of it go. Learn that life doesn’t surround this, it simply can’t if you don’t want this pressure, this hole in your heart that you think you need to fill, to eat you alive. This cannot mean that you’re broken, that nobody could want to be with someone born with their factory settings just a little bit off.

You see it on Joel’s face and in his demeanor, proudly taking note of the change within you. You start to pounce on him every chance you get, fueled by trying to feed this new, insatiable mental freedom you’ve allowed yourself. If you couldn’t have the sex you were dreaming of just yet, you figured that in the meantime you may as well make the sex you are having something new to dream about.

Joel, as predicted, is highly receptive to your new outlook, hands and lips all over you more often than not the second you step through his door to spend the night with him. You find yourself laughing with him when you’re being intimate instead of focusing on that pit in your stomach that worries if this time could finally be the time. You’ve done away with taking it far too seriously to even enjoy when your gracious boyfriend is buried between your legs like it’s his favorite thing. Now, you can appreciate all of it for what it is - a way to connect with Joel, to share something special and fun and sexy together.

You lie in bed with Joel this evening, cackling as you two take turns narrating excerpts from a friend’s most recent read in the romance department that she’d lent you. For inspiration, she’d teased, saying it might help your mind and body become more open to connecting with one another on the topic of sex. You’d taken it with a grain of salt but now it was the evening's top entertainment. You had to admit that she had a point - it did feel nice to read about characters that were so sexually open that anything seemed possible for them.

“The people in these books are unreal,” you manage to get out through your laughter, wiping the stream of tears that coats your cheeks. Joel wipes at the corners of his own eyes, still chuckling.

“Wouldn’t mind givin’ some of these a try one of these days, bet you’d be sexy flipped upside down or whatever the hell they were doin’,” Joel says, propped up on his elbow, his handsome eyes smoldering in your direction. The implication that many of the acts the fictional couple are doing involves things that your body hasn’t been cooperating enough to even go near makes you stiffen for a moment. Maybe a month ago, the comment would have wrecked you, sent you spiraling or feeling self conscious about this perceived insufficiency of yours, but now you let it slide right off your back.

You scrunch your nose at him, letting it fall into a sly smile as he flicks his eyes over you in appreciation. “Shush,” you tease. “We need to find out what happens next to… whatever their names are.” This had all been in good fun, and their names seemed secondary to the juicy details of their sex lives.

“Axel and Ember.” Joel cuts in, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You deadpan. “Right… Someone has been paying attention.”

“Go on, then…” Joel insists with sass, his hand motioning expectantly to the open book in your lap. You smirk before focusing on the page and continuing where you left off. You two read until both of your eyelids get heavy, the words muttered slower and slower, your bodies buzzing hotly with arousal from the content yet far too tired to do anything to make a move on the other person.

“Tomorrow,” Joel utters in your ear just as you’re moving into that cozy, floaty, drifting sensation before it all goes black. “Tomorrow I’m gonna Axel your ass into oblivion.”

You’re awoken by a kiss, feather light upon your lips. Your lids flutter open to see Joel, his scruffy beard and unbearably cute bed head up close and personal with you. It’s barely light out, the room bathed in the pale blue glow that comes right before dawn. Your skimpy camisole strap has slid off your shoulder, the entire thing askew and leaving one of your tits bared to him. Joel’s eyes seem to be glued there before flicking back and forth between your now perky nipple and your face. His lips close around it, gently sucking, and you writhe, your body turning towards his.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters against your hot skin, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple. You shudder, your skin prickling with anticipation, the space between your thighs desperately empty. Going to bed so unsatisfied seemed to have done a number on the both of you as you’re now acutely aware Joel pressing up against you, his cock already hard and leaking.

“Joel…” you whine, hips bucking towards him.

He dives in, his lips devouring yours, shifting his body to straddle yours, grasping the sides of your face in his hands. His tongue laps into your mouth and you arch your back into the way his hips start to grind into yours, burning desire low in your belly. You’re already so damn wet from his teasing, more than you’ve ever been, built up longing spilling over from last night.

“I… want to try right now,” you finally manage to gasp out as his lips separate from yours for a brief second. He pauses, looking down at you, his heavy lidded eyes sincere as they dance over your features.

“You sure? It’s okay if we jus’ -”

“No. I’m sure,” you tell him. “I feel so good. I want to feel good with you.” Your fingers dig into his bare back, urging him on.

He only nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He places gentler kisses on your lips before moving to your neck, then down your body until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Tugging those down along with your panties, he moves with certainty and care, adoring your soft skin in every place along the way.

He touches a gentle finger to your slit, so sensitive and swollen now, and you suck in a breath.

“Holy shit. God damn, baby,” he muses with awe, fire burning in his dark eyes.

You chuckle shakily, feeling your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes shyly. “I - I know. I need you.”

“Can practically feel her puslin’,” he growls, licking his lips, desire clouding his mind.

Your cheeks only grow hotter at his dirty words, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Taking a page from Axel’s book, I see,” you tease him breathily.

“Nah. This is all Joel Miller, baby,” he replies just as he uses his whole hand to cup your slick cunt, the both of you groaning quietly. Joel starts to shimmy his briefs down, leaving him completely stripped underneath the covers with you. You wait for him to climb back on top of you, carefully removing your top and taking you in.

“Perfect.” He smiles, and you wrap your legs around his waist, a silent signal that you’re ready. Joel reaches between your bodies, bringing his cock to your cunt, lazily moving it through the folds until he’s coated in your arousal, each stroke making your hips buck, your need climbing to an unbearable level.

“Please…” you whine, feeling the emptiness inside of you, craving that full sensation you’ve been romanticizing time and time again in your mind.

“I got you, baby. No matter what. I’m right here, ‘kay?” You feel him line himself up, trying to manage your expectations as you nod for him, swallowing down your nerves. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it’ll be okay, you’ll be oka -

The tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, and you gasp, eyes going wide. You both pause, staring at each other in an optimistic, full silence, breathing heavily.

You nod again, mouth agape. “More…” you whisper softly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

Joel smiles, pressing his hips into you the tiniest bit more. He still slides in with ease, the smallest pinch subsiding when he takes a beat, then pushes a little more, repeating the process a few times. You feel the stretch, the slight burn as your body adjusts, your mind racing at the miracle that’s occurring, barely even able to register it right now.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, starting to shake. Joel leans down to kiss you, a comforting move, but it only pushes his cock in another bit, making you gasp softly at the fullness.

To your shock, when he pulls back the sensation begins to near something pleasurable. “Sorry,” he quickly spits out, his concerned stare meeting yours.

“No. It’s good. A-again. Do that again.” You start to smile in earnest, a toothy grin that you can’t help but feel spread across your face.

“What… this?” he asks coyly, more overt with the thrust inwards as he pulls his lips into yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and kissing the sensitive skin there. “You’re so wet, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You feel incredible.”

You shudder underneath him, moaning softly as his words travel right to your core, burning with a new kind of eagerness you’ve never felt before. “You feel so good,” you echo back to him as you pant.

Joel starts to move, testing the waters with slow, steady movements. You keep breathing, terrified that any minute the ball will drop or this will have been a dream or some cruel trick your body is playing on you. But the sporadic bursts of discomfort subside with each new roll of Joel’s hips, blooming into something pleasurable and sweet, pulling up from deep inside of you.

Emotion bubbles to the surface before you can even tame it, your eyes brimming with tears when Joel bottoms out inside of you, pulling back and pushing in to the hilt again. It feels good, amazing even, to be so full of him, to celebrate this victory, even if only for today.

“Shit. Sweetheart, you’re okay, right? Are you hurting?” Joel freezes when he sees your watery eyes, every muscle coiled stiffly, his face screwed up in fear.

You shake your head, fighting the urge to sob, but Joel’s faithful, genuine concern puts you over the edge. Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks in profound little streaks, every bit of your frustration and pain and anger from the last half of a year pouring out into this beautiful display of pure joy.

“I swear, I’m happy, I’m happy,” you cry out, immediately cradled in Joel’s arms.

“Good,” Joel breathes out in relief. “You’re happy, I’m the happiest fuckin’ guy in the world.”

His words make the tears flow faster, but you start to laugh amidst it all “Stop making me cry harder!” you chastise him, hugging him tightly around the neck.

“Joel…” you say after a long, tender embrace, the two of you soaking it in. His cock still throbs inside of you, reminding you of the pleasure you’d started to chase moments ago, lost to the emotion of the moment.

“Hm?” he asks, pulling his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your to look at you.

“Please fuck me now.”

He grins, the movement lighting up his entire face with a lusty glow before he eagerly crashes his lips with yours again. When you see his eyes again, you swear they’re a shade darker, his cheeks tinged with the color of desire. Low and gravelly, he finally speaks.

“Grab your god damned vibrator, sweetheart.”

to answer your 💌 my writing process is a little all over the place! i used to write mostly linearly, that was what worked for me and i kind of thought of everything in order. but lately i have been doing a bit more doc hopping when i get stuck. maybe writing a later scene that i have ideas for and feel like it's more fleshed out or going back and polishing older paragraphs and such. i definitely am not a big outliner and plotter, which i'd like to get better about! but mostly everything just lives in my head and gets blobbed onto the doc once i have time to write it, which sometimes leaves things forgotten hehe

(divider by @/saradika-graphics!)

#julie's 5k celebration #julie's 5k celebration fic #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #x reader #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

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crushedsweets · 2 hours ago

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CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom

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rafeysbangs · 3 days ago

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lachesism , rafe cameron ( series ) 10

pairing ; brother's!bsf!rafe x kook!female!reader

content ; mdni !! outerbanks au, eventual smut, angst, violence, underage drinking, family issues, substance abuse, s/a.

summary ; rafe cameron is everything you can’t stand; reckless, infuriating, and too self-assured for his own good. as your brother’s best friend, he’s always been a constant presence, one you’ve done your best to ignore. but the tension between you has always simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and impossible to ignore. you’ve spent years resisting his pull, refusing to give him the satisfaction. but in a world where lines blur and control slips away, you’re forced to face the truth: rafe cameron isn’t so easy to hate after all.

status ; ongoing .ᐟ

✺ navigation ; 009. 010. 011.

TEN, the weight of us.

THE TENSION BETWEEN YOU WAS LIKE AN UNSPOKEN RHYTHM,

a kind of dance that neither of you could seem to escape. you stood by the window of your room, the faint light of the moon slanting in through, a muted silver halo around you. you exhaled, the smoke from a joint curling in lazy swirls, drifting out the window into the humid night air.

there was a storm coming, you could feel it. not from the sky—no, this one was inside of you, building slowly, almost imperceptibly, like a river beneath ice, so quiet but relentless. it had always been there, this storm between you. rafe cameron, with his relentless smirk, his way of walking into a room like he owned it. he was the storm, wasn't he? chaotic and powerful, and somehow, devastatingly, irresistibly beautiful.

and yet, he wasn't the problem. you were.

because despite everything, despite how hard you tried to push him away, to pretend you weren't burning up whenever his gaze lingered a moment too long, there was something that always pulled you back to him. that dark, dangerous magnetism of rafe—too close, too raw, too real. you had always told yourself you didn't want him. you didn't need him. but when you closed your eyes, his face was there, like a brand on your mind. he knew.

you flicked the joint out the window and pulled on your hoodie. you didn't need to think about it. didn't need to want it. didn't need to want him.

but tonight, it seemed, you did.

the beach wasn't the place you would've chosen to meet him, but there you were. the sand under your feet felt foreign, too soft, too comforting for the kind of chaos you knew was coming. the waves crashed in slow, rhythmic pulls against the shore, a quiet, peaceful sound that almost seemed to mock the storm that swirled inside of you.

rafe was standing at the edge of the water, the light of the moon tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the ripple of muscle beneath his worn shirt. he wasn't looking at you, but you could feel his presence. always. always.

it wasn't the first time you had shared space in silence. there had been so many moments between you, heavy and weighted with things unsaid. too many. but tonight felt different. the air between you crackled with unspoken truths, with things neither of you wanted to face, and yet, you both knew you would eventually have to.

you moved closer, the sand feeling too soft under your feet, your breath shallow as you approached him. he turned to you, that damnable half-smile playing on his lips. he always smiled like that. like he knew something you didn't.

"you've been avoiding me," rafe said, his voice rough, like it was taking everything in him to keep the words casual. but there was something else in it, something you couldn't quite place. a hunger. a challenge.

"i'm not avoiding you," you replied, your voice steady, though your heart hammered beneath your ribs. "i just don't see the point in giving you more of my time."

"yet here you are," rafe murmured, taking a step toward you, and then another. "you've always been here. always drawn to me, even when you pretend you're not."

you shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips, bitter and sharp. "you think this is about you?" you asked. "every time you think you have me figured out, you're wrong."

he was too close now, too close to you, and the air between you thickened. he didn't touch you, didn't have to, because you could feel it—feel him in every nerve, in every inch of skin where your worlds collided. and god, you wanted to slap him. to push him away, to tell him you didn't want this, didn't want him. but you were lying, even to yourself. you did.

you always had.

his eyes never left yours. "it's always been about me," rafe said, his voice low, dangerously close. "you just won't admit it. you won't admit that you love me the same way i love you."

your chest tightened, like a vice slowly closing. your mind screamed at you to walk away, to step back, to stop this before it went any further. but your body disobeyed you. the way his voice wrapped around you, the way the silence between them felt so heavy, so right in the way it tore through everything you thought you knew about yourself.

"no," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. "no, rafe. you're wrong."

he smiled then, but it wasn't the triumphant smile you expected. no. it was something darker, something that cut straight through to your core. "you're lying," he said softly, almost tenderly, like it was an inside joke only he understood. "i've seen it in your eyes. every time you look at me. you know what this is."

your heart slammed against your chest, and you couldn't breathe. this was the game he always played, wasn't it? he was dangerous, but so were you. you had spent years building walls, pretending like you didn't want to be a part of whatever destructive, magnetic pull this was. pretending to be above it all.

"you think i want this?" you managed, your voice shaking, but you couldn't stop it. "you think i want to fall into the mess you've made of your life? of us?"

rafe took a slow step toward you, his eyes never leaving yours, like a storm closing in on all sides. "no," he said, his voice thick, possessive. "i think you and i are just one in the same."

the air was suffocating, thick with the weight of your shared history, the years of distance and bitterness, of wanting and denying. it wasn't just him. it was you too.

"why can't you just admit it?" rafe asked, his voice barely above a whisper now, the question hanging between them like a knife. "why can't you admit that you love me just as much as i love you? we're each other's people. we always have been."

your breath hitched, your mind spinning, but you couldn't move. couldn't think. because in his words, in the way he was looking at you, you saw the truth. you saw him.

you opened your mouth to speak, to deny it all, to push him away again. but the words wouldn't come. and in that silence, in that moment where she could have pulled away, you realised—you weren't ready to. not yet.

so, instead, you said the only thing you could, the only thing that felt like the truth, "we're both fucked up, rafe."

his eyes darkened, something dangerous flickering behind them. "maybe," he whispered, his voice rough and full of a desire you couldn't escape. "but you know what? i think you want it. i think you want to be just as fucked up as me."

and with that, the storm between you finally broke wide open.

the words lingered between you, suspended like smoke in the night air, thick and suffocating. each breath felt heavy, as if the world itself were waiting for something to crack. you could feel the weight of the truth settling on you, sliding under your skin like a sharp, relentless whisper. you had spent years running from it, but now it was undeniable. you were just as broken as rafe.

you had built a life, a version of yourself that was untouchable—a daughter, a student, the one who smiled and nodded and played the role to perfection. but behind it all, there was a quiet chaos, a place where you too were lost. rafe had his chaos painted in bold strokes, wild and unconfined, but yours was darker, subtler. it lived in the spaces between the smiles, in the moments when no one was watching, in the hours alone when the world was still. your darkness was the kind you could hide in plain sight, wearing a mask so well even you almost forgot it was there.

"god," you breathed, the word slipping out before you could hold it back. "you're right."

rafes's gaze flickered, like the wind had just shifted. there was something behind his eyes—relief, maybe, or something darker, something close to triumph. he knew, and part of you hated him for it. another part of you felt exposed, raw, like he had ripped off the last layer of your armour.

"i've always been right about you," he said, his voice low, a subtle edge of satisfaction curling around his words. "you just never wanted to admit it."

your throat tightened, the words barely making it past your lips. deep down, you had always known, but saying it out loud was something else entirely. admitting it meant no more running. no more pretending. no more hiding behind the lies you told yourself. it meant facing a reality that you weren't ready to face: that, despite all the walls you'd built, despite the perfection you painted for everyone else, you were just as lost as he was.

you took a slow step back, the distant sound of the waves crashing on the rocks like a warning. you can't escape now. you never could. the ocean's rhythm was relentless, reminding you of the tide that always returned, no matter how far you tried to push it away.

"you've always had a way of getting under my skin," you said, your voice trembling, too fragile to be anything but honest. "i tried to fight it. told myself it was just you—your arrogance, your charm, the way you think you break everything you touch. but the truth is..." you trailed off, the weight of your own words making it hard to breathe. "i'm just as bad. i've always been just as bad."

rafe's eyes softened, just a fraction, but it was enough to make your heart stumble. he understood, and that understanding made you feel like you were about to drown.

"you're not as different from me as you think," he murmured, taking a step closer. his voice had softened, the sharpness that usually defined him gone, replaced by something... almost vulnerable. "we both hide. you hide behind that perfect little daughter act, and i hide behind being the asshole. but in the end, it's just not the truth."

your chest ached, the words hitting harder than you wanted to admit. he was right. it was all a show. an act. and the worst part was, you weren't sure if you could keep up the pretence anymore. the mask you had spent years perfecting, the one that kept everyone at arm's length, suddenly felt like it was suffocating you.

"i never wanted to be like you," you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. there was a bitter sting to them, the raw truth that you didn't want to confront. "but maybe i was always supposed to be. i was just too afraid to see it."

he chuckled, low and almost like a warning. it rumbled in his chest, an echo of a storm building beneath the surface. "you still don't get it, do you?" he said softly, the words more tender than you expected. "it's not about being like me. it's about being like us. you and me. we're the same. we've always been the same."

the pull was back, stronger now, a magnetic force you couldn't resist. everything in you told you to run back to your perfect little life, the life that had always felt like a cage. but your body wouldn't move. your heart wouldn't let you go.

you took a breath, your voice shaky as you finally faced him, feeling the heat of his body radiating toward you, too close, too much. "i don't know how to fix this. how to fix us."

rafe's gaze darkened, the storm still swirling in his eyes, but there was a softness now, something that made you ache in a way you couldn't describe. "maybe we're not supposed to be fixed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "maybe we're just supposed to crash and burn together."

the words hit you like a wave, crashing over you, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. he was right. there was no fixing this. no saving the two of you. because maybe you were never meant to be saved. maybe, like a fire, you were just meant to burn together—fiercely, destructively, and maybe, just maybe, beautifully.

you felt your heart pounding in your chest now, fast and erratic, like a drumbeat too wild to control. you weren't sure what would happen next—what you were even supposed to do—but you knew you couldn't keep pretending. not anymore.

so instead of walking away, instead of pulling yourself from the storm you had both created, you stepped closer, your fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt. and that simple touch was all it took. rafe's hand caught yours with a force that made your breath catch, pulling you to him until your bodies were almost flush. your lips parted, just inches from his, and the world around you faded into nothing.

"i've got you," he whispered, his breath mingling with yours, a promise—or maybe a curse. you couldn't decide which. but as his lips brushed against yours, gentle at first, almost too soft, it felt like an answer. a quiet surrender. and as you let yourself fall into it, you realised something: you weren't broken.

maybe you were just something else entirely. something wild. something dangerous. and something... that neither of you was ready to let go of.

the kiss deepened, and you felt the walls you had spent so long building crumble with every heartbeat. you couldn't fight it. not anymore.

the two of you weren't broken.

you were alive in a way you never could be if you kept pretending to be anything else.

notes ; HELLO ! god i need to stop disappearing but i fear the uni grind never stops. anyways here's chapter 10 finally! its a little short but i will really try to stop being so inactive. i miss you all.

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frostedclock-writes · 3 days ago

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hello I'm the one that asked about the Alastor pov! super excited for it ehehe

While reading the latest chapter I was imagining how Alastor could've felt when seeing reader with hanahaki and how he could've felt when she finally told him and the angst in my head was yummy which is why I asked lmao

in my head, Alastor would be ready to kill whoever hurt the reader via hanahaki (+be hella jealous) only to realize, oops, he's the cause of it

Alastor definitely felt a multitude of feelings in that moment.

Here a special treat anon ♥️

Wrote this real quick (flip side of the last chapter)

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Alastor stopped the elevator, a simple bit of his magic caused the old elevator to stop in its tracks. She wasn't going to slip away so easily. He slipped through the shadows to the small confined space. His left hoof sank into what at first felt like a wet ripped up sack, but the scent was unmistakable. Blood and magnolia blossoms. Sickly sweet to his nose.

His ears twitched. His smile deepened into a stretched grimace as he pulled his hoof up from the mess with a squish kind of sound.

" How unsightly. "

His eyes moved to his target. Y/N.

A small image of her hugging onto Vox's arm cross his thoughts and his nails dug into his palms. He kept his poise, though. He moved away from the puddle and his eyes were trained on her. The woman who has been at his side for so long, his drinking buddy, perpetual dance partner, faithful friend. Someone who waited for him for so long. And then didn't even question where or what he had been doing other then simply stating how she had worried for his safety. Someone like him. Who has countless times used that faithfulness to his own gain.

" You think you can just slip away like that?" Alastor kept his tone as even as he could. His eyes darted to the mess in the floor.

How long had this been going on?

" and now I can see why you haven't been feeling yourself. "

Had she been like this since she arrived? This affliction happened to those in hell who held feelings for one and wouldn't speak them. Was there someone in life that she had held dear and he didn't notice? Or perhaps she developed it in hell. Vox perhaps? Or someone else. Y/N often had been seen at Husker's bar.

" It's nothing." She spoke with such weight in her voice.

A spike in anger hit Alastor like a ton of bricks. She was hurting herself over someone and hadn't even shared it with him! She shared everything with him. Or so he thought.

" Nothing?!"

He moved without much thought. Anger and the instinct to close the space brought him towering over her. She didn't falter. She never seemed frightened of him, even when his temper flared like this.

"Do you even really care? Did you ever care? About me?"

How could she even say that?

He never cared for many people. But she was one exception beyond one woman Alastor knew he wouldn't ever see again. He sat up and looked down at her. Was he missing something?

" What?"

She was crying. No, he liked the smile she usually saved special for him. He felt his own smile twitch. " Or was i just some fun thing to have around? Or did you just like the idea of having someone around that would do anything for you?"

No not just that. More than that.

" Cher..."

"No. Don't... Cher me, Alastor. " She spoke so broken.

" Y/N..." Alastor's couldn't believe this is how she had been feeling, he stopped her from rubbing again on her already reddened cheeks. " How could you ask me that? I care a great deal about you. " He held her trembling hand, cold and soft. Small almost.

" But not in the way that I want you too. " Her hand slipped from his.

He realized in that moment. Alastor placed his hand on her cheek, cold and wet from her tears. He ran his thumb across the track, erasing it. He didn't like the sight of it at all. He enjoyed the sparkle in her eye when he told her a silly joke or when the two of them danced the night away. He took a small breath and he looked into those tear riddled eyes.

He had been hurting her. Without meaning to. Or realizing. She had been keeping him in the dark for decades. Hurting in silence for the sake of him.

" Y/N.... You fancied me?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hanahaki disease #crimson magnolias #asks #ask box is always open

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floraisunwell · 11 hours ago

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Invisible string | s.r

who: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff (??)

summary: you've always loved reading at your spot in the park, getting lost in books and daydreams. what you didn't realize was that someone had been noticing you all along

lyric prompt: “green was the color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial Park, I used to think I would meet somebody there/ time, curious time, gave me no compass, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn’t see? and isn’t it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?” Invisible string, t.s

word count: 1.1k

a/n: my entry to @mggslover 1k event, congratulations once again darling

t.w: none

divider by @esote-rika

The park had always been your favorite place in the whole city—a patch of green and calm right in the middle of the metropolis' restless buzz. Exactly what you needed after a long day. Alone, but surrounded by people; that weird in-between your introverted personality had always loved.

Beneath your favorite tree, you'd lay out a towel, open a book, and let yourself slip away. Between the pages, you'd been a poet, a painter, an elderly woman reminiscing on her youth—someone's lover, even.

And sometimes, in the spaces between sentences, you'd let yourself dream. You'd imagine meeting someone, falling stupidly, hopelessly in love—just like in your favorite romances.

You knew it was silly, highly unlikely, but the thought alone was enough to make you smile. Enough to fill you with a quiet kind of hope.

And then, as if crafted by destiny, you did meet someone.

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Near-Miss #1: The Coffee Shop

The first time Spencer saw you, it wasn’t at the park. It was at a coffee shop, long before he ever noticed you beneath that tree. He hadn’t even been paying attention at first, too busy watching the barista prepare his drink. But then he saw you—leaning against the counter, absently tracing circles on its surface while periodically checking your watch. Something so ordinary, so insignificant, yet he couldn’t look away. He thought about getting closer, maybe striking up a conversation. But by the time he worked up the nerve, you were already walking out the door.

☆

Lucas was a lovely guy. You met on a rainy day—"Mind if I help?" he had said, noticing how you were struggling to juggle your things and an umbrella at the same time. He ended up with your number, and soon, the tree that used to be your spot became your shared spot.

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Near-Miss #2: the train ride

A familiar giggle caught Spencer’s attention. He looked up and saw you.

Curled up by the window, book in hand—as always. He watched as you absentmindedly twirled your hair, scribbled something in the margins of your book, let out the occasional quiet laugh. It was just like all the other times he’d seen you, and yet, he was still mesmerized.

The thought of approaching you crossed his mind. Maybe he could finally say something, maybe this time—

The train jolted to a stop. You stood, tucked your book under your arm, and stepped off the train before he could find the words.

☆

Picnics, reading sessions, coffee breaks, cloud-watching—beautiful moments. But now it was Valentine’s, and you were alone at your spot. Turns out Lucas wasn't the one after all.

For the first time, you sat under the tree alone, thinking about all the little moments that, maybe, had been clues.

The way he never understood your love for books. The fact that he never got your bakery order right—"It’s too complex, and you know that, babe." You’d chuckle, brush it off, but it unsettled you.

You knew it was dramatic. Of course, he wouldn’t be like the men in your books. He was good enough. But something was missing.

A sickly kind of romance filled the air—people of all ages showing their love for each other. You were sure you’d witnessed a failed proposal a few minutes ago. Amid all this love (and some heartbreak), you felt invisible.

But maybe you weren’t.

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Near-Miss #3: the collision (and almost first conversation)

Spencer had walked past you countless times. A hundred, maybe more. But one time, he almost spoke to you.

You were heading in opposite directions. You looked hurried, eyes glued to your book even as you walked. He was distracted too, skimming a page of his own. And for a moment, just a split second, you almost collided.

At the last second, both of you stepped aside. Hushed apologies, barely more than whispers, before you kept walking.

He took a few more steps before his brain finally caught up and registered who you were. He stopped in his tracks, only to turn around just in time to see you disappear into the crowd.

He cursed himself for losing another opportunity.

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Spencer loved the park, too.

He came to play chess, to read, to watch people—not in a creepy way, just something he enjoyed. You had always been one of his favorites to watch.

He loved how you’d giggle at a line in your book and then glance around to see if anyone had noticed. How you’d twirl your hair when you were deep in thought. How you looked so utterly lost in your stories, as if the world around you didn’t exist.

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But now, it was Valentine’s, and the young man who usually accompanied you was nowhere to be seen.

His chance.

"Can I sit here?" His voice startled you. You looked up to see a tall, slender man watching you.

"Uh... sure," you replied, still a little confused.

"Why are you alone?" Fuck. That probably sounded weird.

You huffed a small laugh. "Well, not anymore." He smiled at that, a little softer now.

"I'm Spencer, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Spencer. I guess now you're my partner for the day."

"I guess," he echoed, his smile was so wide it could seem fake

☆

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Spencer looked at your book and said "You were reading a book by the same author on the train a few months ago"

"Was I really?" you blinked

"You were," he affirmed "I was in the seat across from you. We sat across each other many times in fact"

"I guess we were bound to meet sometime then" you mused meeting his gaze

"Yeah," he mumbled with a smile"Something like that"

thank you for reading!

#mwah <3 #lovers1kevent #flora rants ✿#valentines fics #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #celebration event

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crowliphale · 15 hours ago

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ALRIGHT.... after roughly three days and one complete re-work, i think i can now proudly show off my silly sims creation...

Madrick Roslof's House

(disclaimer: i know it's shown to be a cutesie little cottage in the module but hush i have an overactive imagination)

I took some HEAVY, HEAVY inspiration from @sweet-reaper's fic What Lies Between Us (as in, it was supposed to be a recreation but i'm more than 100% sure i messed some things up) so go give it tons of love!!!

Tour below the cut!

The Outside (front & back)

I'll admit I'm not the greatest exterior decorator, but I'm still happy with how it came out! I was going for a building that wasn't constructed professionally, but rather by the people living in it. Personalized, asymmetrical, kinda like my grandparents house...

The Foyer/Livingroom

You'll notice right away that Roslof has an absolutely chaotic variety of furniture, and that's completely intentional! I wanted it to feel like this house has been lived in for decades, becoming more of a place to store all of Roslof's trinkets rather than an organized space. For sims reasons I gave him a TV, but if it were purely dnd-based that wouldn't be there lol. The dollhouse is there for Hootsie, who's a toddler in my game!

The Kitchen

Kremy's baby. He practically lives in this room. Despite it being Roslof's house and kitchen, I REALLY leaned into the fact that this is Kremy's space. It's a lot cleaner than some other parts of the house, and feels slightly more updated while keeping that awesome vintage vibe. Not a ton to say, it's probably the 2nd most accurate to my initial vision while reading reaper's fic.

The Dining Room

Not a ton to say here! I honestly didn't even intend on adding a dining room at first, but realized i had an empty room that served no purpose, so why not make it a dining room? I'm really happy with the eclectic collection of chairs, and I felt like a genius for putting one to the side after I replaced it with Hootsie's high chair

~ UPSTAIRS ~

The Guest Room (currently Kremy & Gideon's room)

The MOST accurate to my vision while reading reaper's fic, I think the only part I wish I could change is that the table in the back is meant to be a vanity table. I also would've added more clutter and the shrine to the Baron, but I kinda just don't have the space/CC for that </3 otherwise I love this room!!

Roslof's Room (formerly, now deceased)

This one's the most lackluster in my opinion, I really didn't have a clear picture of what his room looks like. It's also likely getting changed in the future as Hootsie grows up--Maybe I'll move Gideon and Kremy into here at some point... either way it isn't awful, I wouldn't mind spending my final days in here.

Guest Room 2 (Frost & Gricko & Hootsie's room)

I think this is where I strayed the most from reaper's story. Not totally sure how the arrangement is in the fic, i haven't reread it in a minute, but I know I typically make the three other guys all bunk together... but as you can see, this room is WAY too small for that. So instead it's just Frost & Gricko & Hootsie. Didn't put a ton of effort in, but that's mainly because I don't think Frost or Gricko have very many worldly possessions to their names.

~ BASEMENT ~

The Workshop (Gideon's baby)

I literally just DON'T have the CC to make this work that great, but I tried to still arrange things the same way they looked in my mind! Again not much to say, without the proper CC it kinda just became a filler room.

The Storage Closet (Torbek's room)

Poor Torbek... FJDSKFS I'm actually so sorry I put him down here partially as a joke and partially because I couldn't remember where he sleeps in the fic. and because I was pretty much entirely out of space anywhere else. Sorry big guy, I gave you a night light as consolation

~ THE GREENHOUSE ~

The Greenhouse (the greenhouse)

THE GREENHOUSE!! It's my absolute favorite part of the build it's just downright gorgeous, I tried so so hard to make it work despite not having the correct CC/DLC, and I'm super happy with how it came out!! Literally all I would add is some hanging planters from the banisters this thing is great.

and... that's the house! Hooray! Not sure how else to end a post like this, so here's the worst photo ever of how the guys look (+ toddler Hootsie)

I'll probably make another post like this but for the family's closeups/outfits/traits if I notice enough interest for it.. anyway tho hope you liked my silly sims build!! go read reaper's stuff its actually peak i'm so serious!!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ouaw #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #do i tag this as the characters too.. its not really focused on them #nahh i'll leave em out #i'll tag coalecroux tho cuz the fic is directly coalecroux related #coalecroux #ok scampering away now

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petalruesimblr · 2 days ago

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SimCare Medical Clinic

Sim File Share (currently slow due to traffic/site errors. I will keep trying to upload so check my Downloads page for updates.) Dropbox

Our SimCare team is dedicated to nurturing your health through proactive care and patient-centered treatment - whether you're seeking routine check-ups or specialized care. We’re here to support your journey toward a healthier life and ensure that you receive the best support for your health, every step of the way.

Price: 184, 065 Lot Size: 30x20 Lot Type: No Visitors Allowed Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Pets (buydebug object), LN (elevator, floor, wallpaper), Ambitions, Generations, Seasons Simlish Clinic Signs (Add-on CC): Price: 1500 Environment: 7 HLOD: 122‬ Features: Shiftable, Frame is CASTable Category: Buy > Decor > Wall Decor Room: Living, Dining, Bedroom, Study EA Mesh Used: Painting Ranch 2x1 from The Sims 3 File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Late Night

Hello and welcome back to my blog!

It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Life got in the way and honestly, I’ve been taking my sweet time with this new build. It also didn’t help that the Sim File Share site kept giving me errors whenever I tried to upload it and I was supposed to post this last month.

Even now, I’m still dealing with errors on the site and after some frustration, I’ve decided to look into alternative sites for uploading content in the future. But after all the setbacks, it’s finally ready!

Thanks for sticking around and I really appreciate all the likes/reblogs, you all are the best! 💜

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

📣 Right-click on a picture and select ’Open image in new tab’ for a clearer view.

This clinic is designed to give a real-life feeling of visiting a healthcare facility. Inside, you’ll find a: reception area, consultation/exam rooms, pharmacy, laboratory, x-ray/radiology, restroom, locker room, staff break room, doctors office and a large empty room for the rabbit hole rug/door. Now, a couple of things to keep in mind - the layout is designed with a small staff in mind but you can use the extra space in the second floor, where the rabbit hole rug/door is placed, if you want to add more offices or any other services. Just make sure that there is enough space for the rabbit hole rug/door to avoid routing issues. I had to get creative with the signs for this build as I couldn’t find anything that felt right or any CCs that matches the layout of the clinic so I made my own directory signs. It is included in the download file and I’ve posted the details along with this post as it is an add-on for the clinic. I’m using a font called Simlish Deja Vu by gazifu@MTS for the signs and I’ve also included translations in the picture above. It’s not perfect but you know what? It does the job! I have also placed a big sign shown on the clinic that translates to 'Pharmacy' and I know it might seem a bit out of place but honestly, it’s the only large sign I liked that fit the building aesthetic I was going for. 📣 Please note that the CC included in the lot are not included on the download file. I’ve compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page) but those are not required and will be automatically replaced in the game. Any expansion packs with build items listed in the Details section above may be required for this lot to show up in your game. This clinic has been such a fun build to put together and I hope you all enjoy the build. This lot has been play-tested and let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

TSR Tutorial - Create Custom Paintings Sims Wiki - Poly Counts for Creators TSR Workshop Simlish Deja Vu font by gazifu Pixabay

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maythedreadwolftakeyou · 12 hours ago

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ok with the joke post today that referenced the ol' DA kink!meme cullen tiddy fic. it is abundantly clear that so much fandom history is just... lost or unknown to people who have gotten into the series after 2017. Like, you have to understand that while that fic was a bit of a meme for a week or so, it was not even close to the most outlandish thing on the board or the weirdest kink there. it just got more notice than others that spilled over to tumblr.

2015 was BEFORE the big sweeping purity movements really got a hold on people in fandom. people were allowed to be WEIRD, both as crack but also treating it seriously. it was an anonymous forum, which was also key here--there was no linking the posts back to someone's AO3 or tumblr unless they wanted to. And that meant prompts and fills both got wildly more creative than a lot of things i see now (though to be clear: there are absolutely still people writing wild & unhinged things for every fandom, and posting them happily to AO3. it's just a smaller percentage than it used to be).

the kink!meme had such insane variety but in part that was also because it was a designated positive space. writing quality varied WILDLY but the community held much closer to "don't like, don't read/comment" than AO3 does in 2025. and because people felt like they could experiment, it led not only to fun/funny situations with characters, but also some honestly moving and very beautiful writing as well.

and i do mean the porn as well as the 'serious' fics that ended up there. i think actually it was really good for fandom to have people who'd read through these prompt lists not just looking for pairings or tags they shared interest in, but ones they might not but felt like exploring anyway. being able to take a kink or a character you don't personally love and taking it apart and asking "what makes this compelling? why are people interested in this vs something else? what about this character and this setup can lead not only to something sexy but something profound?" is both good as a writing exercise (targeting an audience besides yourself) and a personal one (seeing the world through someone else's view). it was fun! and i think we should bring it back.

maybe later this weekend I'll go dig up some of the ones I remember most--both the fun/funny unhinged stuff AND the serious ones--and make a little compilation. do people who weren't on the kink!meme even know about the inquisitor x skyhold fic. or the one where quiz fucks a rift. or the one that's DA2 from Orana's perspective that was so beautiful and moving I could never replay DA2 without thinking about it again.

so anyway yeah. you should check out the archive. go dig around (click through the "part [#]" links below each game title and go through the pages however you like) and find somehing fun or beautiful or sexy.

#ramblings #dragon age #dragon age kink meme #da kink!meme #dragon age kink!meme #writing #a lot of my favorites did make it to ao3 but listen sometimes its way more fun to go poke around at random #than to do tailored searches that only give you what you went in looking for #AND AS ALWAYS: if you dont like the concept? just move on. and no one ever needs to hear more #'jade do you keep chattering about the k!meme and how fun wrting on it was becuase you're avoiding editing fic again' AND WHAT OF IT #on the k!meme you didnt GET to edit. you just posted it and if it had errors god help you cope. that was it.#anyway what if we make our own fill-a-thon. to celebrate

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munsonsmixtapes · 3 hours ago

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That's My Boy

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You, Eddie, and your daughter come over to the trailer to celebrate Wayne's birthday and give him the best gift he could ever ask for.

The trailer is quiet except for the jazz music that’s playing softly for some background noise and the simmering of the pot that Wayne is stirring. His guests are due any minute ands he’s hurrying to make sure everything is done before they show up. He pours the finished soup into the serving bowl that was part of the set that Eddie got him when he moves out then plates the grilled cheeses as nicely as he can, wanting them to look the best they can.

He sets everything on the table as he hears a car door slam closed, a bright grin spreading across his face as he sees a glimpse of the top of the familiar head through the storm door. He’s quick to wipe his hands on his apron just as the door flies open, a blur racing towards him in a fit of giggles.

“Gramps!” Lucy exclaims as he throws herself against his legs. Wayne’s quick to pick her up and give her a tight squeeze, feeling his heart swell as she gives him the energy back. He’s so engrossed in the moment that he only remembers that she’s not alone when he hears the front door close.

His eyes open and he sees his nephew and wife entering the house carrying git bags that Wayne made them swore that they wouldn’t. They’re wearing matching smiles as their eyes lock on the man and they make a beeline for him, pulling him into a group hug and Wayne’s never felt more loved than he does in the moment.

“Happy birthday, old man,” you give his shoulder a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. “Next time, you’re not making the meal. It’s not fair of us to expect you to cook on your special day.” You set down the gift bag you’re holding on the counter that’s beside you.

“I hardly call that cooking,” Wayne chuckles. “It was just heating up a couple cans of soup and making a few grilled cheeses.”

“Still,” you reply as you shake your head. “Next time, we’re hosting.”

“Yeah,” Eddie speaks up, wrapping his arm around his uncle’s shoulder. “We just upgraded the grill that’s out on the patio and I have to say, I make a mean burger but I did learn from the best,” he winks then hurries over to help you pull out your chair as soon as he sees that you’re trying to do it yourself. He then helps you sit as you smooth your shirt over your very obvious bump.

Wayne doesn’t think his heart could get any bigger and he has to fight tears from trailing down his cheeks as he watches the two of you, your wedding rings catching the light that’s hanging above the table. He then lets his eyes move over to his great niece who’s holding out an envelope to him that has his name scrawled in bright red crayon.

“Can I open it after lunch?” He asks, but Lucy shakes her head vigorously.

“No, you have to open it now,” she demands and because she’s got the man wrapped around her tiny finger, he scoops her in his arms and the sit at the table as he opens the envelope, letting out a dramatic gasp as he looks at the little picture she’s drawn for him.

It’s the four of them and even though they look like little yellow blobs, it’s still very easy to make out who’s who. This is immediately going on the fridge that’s now cluttered with drawings just like it and holiday cards from your little family even before she was born.

“I love it, Luce,” he says as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll put it on the fridge after lunch, okay?” He asks and she nods with that smile that’s the perfect mix of yours and Eddie’s. He then sets her on her feet and lets her head over to the chair she’s always claimed as hers where Eddie is already standing, holding his arms out for her.

“Ready for liftoff?” He asks and she nods again.

“Ready, daddy,” she replies and he lifts her into the air, making all sorts of noises that are supposed to sound like a space ship as he lifts her into the air and sets her in her chair. She’s giggling so loudly and the sound is so infectious that the rest of you are laughing too.

Eddie then moves to his chair that’s across from hers, in between yours and Wayne’s. He scoots closer to you, his chair almost touching yours as he serves you some soup and a grilled cheese. He’s like this all the time, but especially when you’re pregnant. And it’s not because he thinks you’re incapable, it’s just that he loves to take care of you and you let him, loving being pampered.

Once you have your meal, he serves you some water then does the same for Lucy, making sure that she has her favorite plate and cup that Wayne makes sure is always clean just in case he needs to watch her for whatever reason. He always wants to make sure that his girl has what she needs.

“So, Luce,” Wayne speaks up. “You’re going to be a big sister soon. You gonna take good care of Theo?”

“Mhm,” she nods as she takes a sip of juice from her sippy cup then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mommy said I can hold him in the hospital.”

“”And are you excited about that?”

“She won’t stop talking about it,” you laugh. “She’s already very protective of the little guy and he’s not even born yet. It’s that right, bug?” You turn to your daughter.

“That’s right, mommy. If anyone hurts him, I’m gonna kick their ass.” Wayne’s trying not to laugh, but he can’t help it, a cackle passing through his lips and as you glare at him for encouraging the coarse language, he’s quick to cover his mouth with his hand.

“I wonder where she learned that from.” You turn to glare at your husband and he’s quick to shrug, trying his best to act like he didn’t teach her. “Must’ve been the TV.”

“Mhm,” you nod, not convinced then turn back to Lucy. “Bug, we don’t say that word, do we?”

“No, mommy,” she shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, baby. Daddy just has a potty mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Daddy didn’t say it, it was uncle Gareth.” Now it all makes sense. Even after five years, the band is still having trouble censoring themselves around your daughter.

“I see. Well, I guess maybe soundcheck is off limits until the boys learn, hm?” And you hate doing that because she loves hearing her dad play when there’s no crowd, but you have to put your foot down.

“You’re really going to say no to that face?” Eddie points across the table to the face that’s a perfect mix of both of yours. She’s batting her eyelashes and you don’t even have to ask where she learned that trick from.

You turn to Eddie who’s doing the exact same thing and this time, it’s not going to get you. The kiss he’s pressing to your hand is not going to work and he knows that so he drops it.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “But she’s coming to the show in New York next week, right? She can’t miss her daddy playing MSG.”

Wayne’s tearing up at the thought of his nephew selling out Madison Square Garden and now he’s fully crying, now being able to keep in his proud tears. He always knew Eddie could do it, but actually witnessing it, well, he’s never been prouder of his nephew.

“Of course she’s gonna be there, baby. Wayne too. I bought his plane ticket last night.”

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” Wayne says as he wipes his tears away with a little sniffle and you stand up from the table, rounding it to give the man a much needed hug.

He’s been family to you for so many years now that you don’t even remember a time where he wasn’t in your life. He’s always given you everything you needed when he had nothing, whether it was a place to crash for the night or even just a TV dinner when you needed something to eat. He’s always provided for you and now it’s time to give back.

Wayne has been and will always be someone you will cherish, never taking him for granted and he knows that. He’s always been like a father figure to you and Eddie now that you have the money, you have him set for the rest of his life. He’s got everything he needs and it’s all in this very room, having lunch with him.

“Aww Wayne, you’re gonna make me cry,” you tell him as you pull him in for a hug then reach for the gift you got for him. He reluctantly takes the bag and pulls out the tissue paper, crying even harder when he sees what it is.

It’s a framed photo of a ticket to the very show you all were just talking about. He’s always bragging about his nephew to anyone who will listen and now he’s physical proof of his biggest accomplishment, showing Eddie that he could be whatever he wanted to be despite what all of the losers in Hawkins said. And he did it, the boy actually did it. And Wayne couldn’t be more proud.

“Come here, boy.” Wayne’s crying ever more now as he waves Eddie over, pulling him into a tight hug, tears shed by everyone but Lucy who’s still chewing on her grilled cheese. “You’re the best birthday gift,” he says. “You all are and I am grateful everyday for our little family.”

“Oh, Wayne, you’re always such a sap,” you laugh as you wipe away your own tears.

“And I have every right to because of how proud I am.”

“And we wouldn’t have it any other way,” Eddie responds with a smile.

“That’s my boy,” Wayne claps Eddie on the back and the three of you clear the table of the lunch remnants.

Once the cake was eaten and the dishes all washed and dried, you, Eddie and Lucy, who was asleep in his arms, headed out the door, lingering there as you gave hugs and more well wishes to Wayne.

As the door was closed, he was left alone in the quiet again, already missing the three of you as he takes his gift and brings it into his room, setting it on his bedside table so he can fall asleep to it every night and wake up to it every morning, a reminder that he finally did something right.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #wayne munson

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kittendreaw · 23 hours ago

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Supermassive Black Hole

03: Once Upon A Dream

Werewolf! Yuji x Vampire F! Reader

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I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

You hadn't talked to Maki all week and you'd be lying if you said you weren't slowly dying (again) but your pride was too big to try to do anything.

Yuji noticed that there was something strange about you, you were too distant (again) you had already started to open up a little with him but out of nowhere it seemed that you had decided to go back as far as you had advanced.

It's not like you really had been ignoring him, you just had too many things on your mind and it was hard to focus on anything.

Although Yuji didn't know what was happening to you, he thought that maybe giving you space was the right thing to do. One day then two days and finally three days was his limit, he was going to find out what was happening and he was going to help you.

You are sitting alone and calm, you had kept your distance from the clan boys because you wanted to give Maki some space. You felt him approaching, it would be impossible not to recognize that aroma. You looked up until he was right in front of you.

"Do you need something?"

"yes, aren't you supposed to be spending the break with me?"

"And aren't you supposed to be spending the break with one of your girlfriends?" You didn't know where that had come from but you didn't think about it before you said it.

"hmmm, no?" He didn't understand what you were talking about either, although it was common to see him with some girls on break either because he was very friendly or just a natural flirt without realizing it, the reality is that none of them mattered too much to him, but in the same way he didn't question it much, there would be a long time later, now the important thing was to know what was happening to you. "Are you going to talk to me or are you going to keep hiding like the little bat you are?"

"I'm not hiding, I just want to be alone." In a way you were hiding, but weakness was a human flaw and you weren't a weak human.

"Yeah, sure." He sat in front of you, it was hard to try to lie, wolves were perceptive, much more so than vampires. "What's going on, pretty?"

You rolled your eyes, you hated that he was so insistent, what happened to you was not his problem. "Yuji, just go away."

"Don't pull out your fangs, I really want to know if there's anything I can help you with."

"Believe me that a dog would never be my first choice to ask for help, I don't need it from you or anyone else because I'm perfectly fine." You used to become abrupt and rude when someone questioned you, you couldn't help it, it was part of you and even the times you tried to change it was impossible.

"Leave that behind, maybe vampires don't care about anything more than being cold and greedy but wolves can feel the emotions, maybe I don't know what but I know something is wrong."

"emotions." You repeated scoffing bitterly. "There is nothing more simple and vain, whoever is not able to control his emotions is immediately inferior." Emotions were a human flaw and you weren't human and you didn't want to be flawed, emotions were something you could ignore.

"Emotions are important, it's what makes you feel alive."

"I'm not alive." You weren't, not for a long time. You had forgotten what it felt like to be human because even surrounding yourself with a lot of them every day, you were unable to be and feel like one.

"yeah but-"

"Let me alone Yuji. I needed to hunt, you helped me, we can pretend none of this happened."

Yuji didn't understand, it really seemed like you had enjoyed spending time with him, no, he knew you had but now you were acting surly and cold again as if you hadn't scratched his belly with a silly smile on your lips.

"No."

Your frown only got deeper, normally it was easy for you to howl at the others but now here he was insisting.

"What do you mean by “no”?"

"I mean, we're going to talk, you're going to tell me what's bothering you in that pretty little head of yours and you're going to learn how to express your feelings."

You let out a scoff with disbelief and sarcasm. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? Dou you know who I am?"

"yeah yeah Vampire princess, now start talking, how do you feel today?"

"Stop playing psychologist Yuji, I'm not a stupid human."

He shrugged his shoulders and with all the tranquility in the world dared to say what for you was the worst insult. "Well, you're acting like one right now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Humans are stubborn and mulish that's how you're acting right now." You knew exactly what he was doing and you hated it so much because it was really working on you.

"Fine! we're going to talk about feelings."

A small smile appeared on Yuji's lips, even if you always act arrogant and your superiority complex was getting bigger and bigger, the reality is that you weren't much different from any other teenage girl.

"Okay, start." You were going to show him that you weren't like a stupid human scared by stupid feelings.

"I-" And your mind got blocked, what were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to feel? Your mouth was unable to say anything. "I'm just-"

Yuji came closer to you by sitting next to you and leaning against the trunk as well.

"Take your time."

"Don't tell me what to do." He chuckled gently, his hand went to your head and practically forced you to lean against his chest, You would have complained if it wasn't for how warm he was, it was nice in a annoying way.

"Just relax pretty, I'm here for listen to you."

"It's just- i... You know." It was frustrating the way you can't talk right now, you hate it so much. "Well-" You leaned more towards Yuji practically burying your face in his chest, he stroked your hair, you wanted to tell him to stop and that you were not a dog but it felt too good. "Well, you know vampires and wolves have never gotten along." He hummed softly. "Well, Maki, my sis- my clan mate, she well... It doesn't care right know but the point is she said some things that I didn't like and And I said things that I know I shouldn't have said but I was angry and she was too." You sigh with a small pause. "And we haven't talked again yet."

"So that's what's eating away at you, pretty?"

You nuzzled your face against yuji's chest, the strange smell that you never managed to identify very well but that was different from the rest of the wolves turned out to be quite pleasant. "Mmhhh, maybe." You muttered softly

"And have you thought about talking to her? Maybe you should be the one to take the first step." No, that was a resounding no, you refused to take the first step, what happens if she didn't forgive you? You weren't going to go through that.

"It's not that easy."

"Sure? How many times have you done it before?"

"Well..." 0 but who cares, whether the number is 0 or 100, was still a no for you. You pulled away from Yuji so that you could see his face again. "That's not the point."

"The point is that you miss your sister and you want to go back to what you used to but without fixing the problem." You kept quiet because that's exactly what was happening, you knew how ridiculous it could be but you didn't want anyone to tell you.

Yuji pinched your cheek. "Oh, look at you pouting."

"i'm not!" If you had any blood in your veins, your cheeks would probably have turned red with embarrassment.

"Of course you are, pretty, you're so cute." You slapped his hand off your cheek.

"Shut up." And he laughed at how grumpy you are.

You were used to being feared and respected, but Yuji treated you in a way that sometimes you felt like your dead heart might beat again.

But that doesn't mean anything, right?

He is still a flea dog and if you had been related to him it was only because of the blood, blood that you began to miss because of your small solitary episode of 4 days in which you did not go hunting.

You came home determined to take the initiative and talk to Maki but as soon as you walked into the house and saw her sitting on the large red velvet sofa, you froze.

"You're late and smelling like a dog, wonderful." Maki soon attacked you again.

"Shut up Maki." You didn't want to fight her again because you knew she would say things you didn't want to hear and that you would say things you would regret later.

"i'm just saying." She got off the couch and left you alone, well, maybe things wouldn't be fixed soon, you hated feeling that way.

"Oh, forbidden love, my favorite." you turned your head, at the top of the stairs was Satoru looking at you with a mocking smile.

"There is no forbidden love." Your romantic interest in Yuji was nonexistent, or at least that's what you repeated to yourself.

"A wolf and A Vampire sounds like an interesting story." He was the leader of the clan, he should be upset instead of joking and playing.

"An impossible story too."

"Not so impossible, I have the perfect example in front of me, I like that boy, he seems good." He came downstairs approaching you, his annoying voice only making you more and more tense. "Maybe he'll take away your bitterness, Yn." He laughed at you in your face, he wasn't being bad, he was just being Satoru.

"There's nothing going on."

"Why are you so angry? I'm not Judging you." But he was mocking you and you hate that.

"Shut up, I don't like Yuji and he don't likes me."

"Keep saying that but I know enough, You've never gotten along with wolves, I don't really think you've ever had friends outside the clan."

He was right, You had always stayed away, practically hidden, you didn't relate to anyone and you didn't get You had always stayed away, practically hidden, you didn't relate to anyone but Yuji.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Maybe not, maybe you should stop being so stubborn." He tapped you on the forehead With his finger. "And don't listen to Maki, she's worried, but I know she'll figure things out soon."

Satoru could be an annoying and grumpy idiot most of the time but the reality is that he was a wise man, maybe it was the centuries of experience, maybe it was that there was some intelligence in that idiot but whenever he gave advice you took it.

That night you thought about many things, about your ex-life, about your reality not so new as a vampire, about Maki and Yuji, you thought a lot about Yuji. He was really nice, he was funny, warm and you missed the feel of his hands in your hair.

You didn't know it was going to happen, but you were more worried now than you had been in decades.

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