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metallicames · 3 months ago

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Teenage dream

Part 1

Description: After a night of passion, the reader must return to reality and face her father and James and figure out which direction to go and whether to follow her feelings.

Warnings: angst (very little), age gap, petting.

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The silence of the return trip overwhelms even my thoughts. My father has obviously been weird all day with me and James and now I don't know how to start the conversation. I feel terribly guilty and embarrassed but I want to make him understand that I did what I did because I wanted it for a long time and that James treated me in the best way possible.

"So... how long have you liked James?"

His question throws me off, I stop staring at the fields outside the window and turn to him.

"Well.. I've always had a crush on him to be honest." I confess embarassed.

"I would never have expected this thing... from either of you!" his tone is dark and serious, I can see he gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

“Dad…I’m sorry, but I want you to know that it started with me…James behaved well, he didn’t-” my sentence stops halfway.

“Y/N don’t justify him, you’re a girl, he's a man, he could have avoided it!” the words come out of his mouth almost shouted.

“But I’m 20, I’m not a little girl anymore! You’re just annoyed that he’s your friend!”I exclaim almost trembling with anger.

"No, you don’t understand…you're my daughter I don't want you to suffer. I’d rather you never see each other again!” His words hit me, a lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow, holding back the tears.

"I don't even know if he'll be interested in seeing me again, it might have been the first and last time..” my voice shakes I don't want to believe my own words, in my heart I hope that James likes me even if this would make things complicated, especially with my father.

“Y/N I'm sorry to tell you but it's better this way, he's always on tour you're studying and you have to commit to college, it's not a feasible thing”. His tone becomes calmer and sweeter, I know he's right but I wish it wasn't like that. I go back to looking at the fields out the window getting lost in my thoughts until we arrive at our destination.

I spend three days with my head completely elsewhere, in class I can barely take notes my brain continues to process possible scenarios of what could happen. I don't even know if James has spoken to my father, I don't know what his intentions are, I feel suspended unable to act and think clearly. I don't talk about it with anyone, not even my roommate with whom I have a good relationship, I'm afraid that she'll confuse me even more and that she'll deceive me just to make me feel better.

While I'm lost in my thoughts in the college's yard my phone rings making me literally jump out of the bench and I come back to reality, I read the name on the screen - Hetfield - my head spins and I feel my heart rate increase, I stare at the phone unable to act, after a few seconds I take a deep breath and I answer.

"Hello? James?" I try to keep a calm and relaxed tone but inside I feel like I'm dying, "Hey! Sorry to bother you are you in class?" - "I just left", I lie shamelessly, actually I'm on a bench staring into space.

"Sorry, I'll be quick, what time do you finish today? I was thinking of picking you up, I need to talk to you” his tone becomes uncertain and I understand that my father must have said something to him, I remain silent for a moment before answering.

"Ummh. Ok fine, I'll finish at 6.30 pm, I'll send you the address of the exit so we can meet there" - “Perfect, see you in a couple of hours.” His tone is almost cold, detached as if he does not want to reveal any emotion and I begin to fear the worst.

We say goodbye and I spend the next few hours paranoid.

It's 6:20 pm and I head to the bathroom to get myself ready while I try to calm down, I don't know why I'm so nervous I almost want to throw up and my heart is racing like crazy. I take one last look in the mirror, -with my girly skirt, my college sweatshirt and my backpack I look even younger, shit- I think to myself.

I head towards the exit and find James' black pick up parked outside, the sun is setting, I cross the road and look around hoping no one sees me.

"Hey, hi James" I exclaim as soon as I get in the car, even though it's only been three days I've missed seeing him and smelling his perfume.

"Hi Y/N! How are you?" he turns towards me he takes off his sunglasses and looks at me smiling, I notice a change in his gaze the light I had seen when we were in the mountains has gone out and I glimpse a hint of worry. "I'm fine, and you? Are you tired?" I ask as I fasten my seat belt trying to avoid his gaze. “A little, I'm thoughtful, I talked to your dad. Wait let’s go to a quieter area...” While he speaks he moves the car away from the entrance. There is a few moments of silence in which I try to process the information. “What.. what did you say to each other?” My eyes look at him as he is intent on driving, I want to cry but I don’t want to create even more embarrassment so I hold back the tears with all my strength.

“He’s worried Y/N, and I feel like shit, you know, he’s a good friend of mine and I don’t want to wrong him. I don’t even know what to do, what happened the other day it's stuck with me.”

The pick up stops near my apartment and James looks at me again, his gaze penetrates me and makes me feel completely exposed, as if he could see my thought.

“I talked to him too, he wants to protect me but at the same time he forbids me from doing something that makes me happy, because I like being with you James, you make me feel good.” While I speak I turn towards him with my body shortening the distance, I see James’s gaze linger for a few moments on my legs and then rise to my face.

“Me too Y/N, I’ve thought about you often in these three days, but there’s always a part of me that tells me that it’s wrong. I’m much older than you and I should make the right decision even if it hurts.”

The faint hope that had been created inside me vanishes, I shrug my shoulders and start playing with the edge of my skirt so as not to show my disappointment. I thought he wanted to continue seeing me instead he seems to have found a nice way to tell me that he wants to move on with his life even if his body language confuses me. He seems cold and detached since I got in the car as if he wanted to keep his distance but at the same time I notice that he is holding back as if he fears what he might do if he let himself go, his eyes betray him.

"Ok, I thought you cared.. so.." I feel so stupid.

He moves closer with his body, reaching out a hand towards mine and squeezing it: "Of course I care Y/N, and seeing you here in front of me makes everything more difficult..".

The warmth of his hand makes me melt, without realizing it he is making the situation even more painful.

"If this is your decision I don't want to force you...it'll remain a good memory I hope for both of us and... I don't know what to say James.. " My eyes fill with tears of disappointment I look out the window avoiding his gaze.

An almost surreal silence follows, his eyes are fixed on me then I improvise, I undo my seat belt I take my backpack I open the door.

As I prepare to leave James grabs my arm forcefully, I turn around confused and I linger on his eyes, dark, intense.

Why is he doing this to me?

before I can process his gesture James comes closer to me, tightening his grip on my arm and kisses me tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against mine, running a hand up my neck and then resting it on my cheek.

“your dad is right when he says it's complicated and if we keep going we'll hurt each other, I know what's right, but I need to keep doing the wrong thing” he murmurs.

I'm almost in shock, the constant alternation of different feelings leaves me in a daze that fades away when James kisses me again this time with more passion. I let myself go trying to turn off my brain for a moment while James slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, letting out a little moan. Our tongues meet, rolling over each other, savoring and intertwining with more and more passion and desire, stopping when lips are just barely touching and we breath each other's air, our breathing already labored. “I can’t resist you…” he whispers, placing a hand behind my neck.

I put a hand on his warm chest, and as James begins to kiss my neck I slowly lower it, feeling every part of his torso covered by the thin layer of his shirt under my fingertips, stopping just above his belt. I feel his altered breathing in my ear as he bites my lobe, returning to kiss me shortly after. My hand goes down meeting his big erection pressed against his jeans, I touch it making him pant harder in my mouth, I want him so much that I'm going crazy, his body is a magnet, I can't resist him.

Our hands explore each other's bodies, his fingers make their way along my bare legs giving me goosebumps, they creep under my skirt, I open my legs slightly to make room for him and I feel his big hand approaching my core. His thumb moves on the fabric of my panties sending shocks of pleasure through me as it reach my clit, I squeeze my legs slightly at the sensation and he smiles at me letting out a little giggle. While our tongues meet again his thumb applies more and more pressure moving my panties to the side making me wet from the growing stimulation.

Our mouths search and devour each other, our tongues intertwine while our bodies become impatient as do our hands.

I start to undo his belt and slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bulge under my fingertips and start to palpate it making him gasp deeply. When I open my eyes to admire him and stare into his blue iris out of the corner of my eye I see a car parking near us.

“Shit… that’s one of my roommates” I pull away from James and wave at her pretending to be indifferent while he still has his fingers stuck on my cunt. “Do you think she saw us? Do you want us to move?” he asks me almost dazed with his pupils completely dilated and his lips glossy.

“I don't know! Is better if I go back inside, they’ll all be back home now. I want to take it slow, I mean, see how it evolves and tell them about this later.” Obviously my body would like something else but I try to be rational and not give in to my instinct.

"Ok.. so are you leaving me go home in this state? You’re a mean girl!” he says looking between his legs, my eyes follow his gaze stopping on his boner, I swallow noisily.

“I know, I know fuck James… if someone sees us doing it in the car it would be pretty embarrassing, I'm saying this especially for you” I really care about him, I don't want any pictures or strange news about us to come out in some newspaper, even if a part of me would like to get in the back seat and do literally everything with him.

“Yeah.. You're right...unfortunately” he caresses my face delicately looking at me tenderly. “Will we talk in the next few days? I'm away this week but I would like to hear from you and maybe see you when I get back.” he stares at me with a sweet look but still dazen and horny.

“Of couse, we'll be able to reconcile our commitments, I'm sure”. We give each other one last soft and slow kiss I get out of the car with butterflies in my stomach.

I cross the doorstep with his taste still on my lips, I feel ecstatic, even though I know it will be difficult to hang out with someone like James the connection between us is too special not to try.

As I am about to fall asleep under the covers in my room, my phone vibrates, I immediately pick it up with a very quick movement, instantly coming out of my torpor.

Hetfield: "I still have your scent on me, I don't think I'll sleep tonight".

Well, I don't think I'll get any sleep either.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

Part 3

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mimasroom2 · 11 months ago

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“But you’re like…. real pretty.” A Mean Girls Ellie au

Mean girls Ellie au but it’s only up until the burn book scene bc I do not wanna be writing the whole ass thing😭 Janice & Damian don’t exist in this au shhh we don’t need them.. we’re focused on Ellie. Also! Don’t worry ab the ages of characters plz LMAO just pretend they’re all in high school unless said otherwise. This took me a long time to write 2 be accurate 2 the movie so pleaseeeee show it some love ! Literally just mean girls but then I take my own route & they fuck😇

C/w: Regina!Ellie & Cady!reader have secret sexy time but that’s later 😋. Ppl are judgmental but it’s mean girls what did you expect. Uhh Ellie curses a lot ig. Strictly lesbian reader. Allusion 2 reader masturbating to Ellie but no details. David is their classmate (still a pedophile) & Ellie breaks his finger😘! Ellie is VERY morally grey. SLOWWWW BURNNNN.

You as Cady

Ellie as Regina

Dina as Gretchen

Jesse as Karen

W/c: 5k

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“Here’s your lunch. I put a dollar in there so that you can get yourself some milk. Ask someone where to do that, okay?”

“Dad, I’m fine. I can find milk by myself.” You roll your eyes playfully at him.

Today was your first day of high school. Well, actually public school in general. You had been living with your parents in Africa until you moved to the US, and that meant no more homeschooling for you.

You wave goodbye to your parents as they drop you off. “Yeah, I’m not worried. High school is gonna be a fucking breeze.” You think to yourself, turning around to walk into the school and you almost run face first into a bus. You look back at your parents and you swear to god your mom almost had a heart attack.

Great start.

“Thank fucking god.” You sighed to yourself. Finally the first few classes were done, and you could eat. You thought it was weird you had to eat on a schedule now, you could practically have lunch whenever you felt like it back in Africa, just like the grazing animals.

You can finally relax, kick up your feet, enjoy some nice quiet you time and-

“Holyyyy shitttttt.” You slowly take your headphones off as you walk into the roaring cafeteria. This is seriously where they expect you to eat? Sounded more like 100 dying elephants to you. You scoff and slowly start walking around, watching all the people at each different table converse with one another. There’s so many different cliques, and it seems like they just get worse as you go deeper into the cafeteria.

You stop in the very center of the cafeteria. You’re in front of a table with three people sitting side by side, not across from each other. There’s an Asian guy counting on his fingers, a girl with her hair in a bun and a really pretty smile, and a girl in the middle. She has her hair in a sort of half up half down style, freckles all over her face, and the cutest fucking nose you’ve ever seen. She looks up at you from her seat in between them, and you two make eye contact. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest. You’re completely mesmerized by her, but unfortunately the beautiful stranger keeps you from looking where you’re walking, and you run right into a guy carrying a lunch tray.

“What the shit-“ he starts, but then looks up at you. “Oh damn. Never seen you before. The names David.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you catch him looking down your low cut shirt. He makes eye contact with you again and smirks, “How bout you pay me back for my lunch that’s now on the ground. Come with me to the tech booth after school.”

Suddenly you hear a voice coming from behind you, “Ew. Fuck off, David. No one wants to hit that.”

You turn around and it’s the girl you had locked eyes with before. You manage to say “Uh, hit what?” worried you’d somehow manage to get into a fight on your first day of school.

“You fuck off, Ellie. I’m just bein’ friendly. Plus, I bet she’d wanna hit. You see the way she’s lookin’ at me?”

You look between the two of them, still trying to figure out what they want you to smack. “Sorry, hit what exactly?”

The girl named Ellie looks you up and down, slowly. You gulp. “Do yah wanna have sex with him? Yes or no.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head ‘no’ vigorously, earning yourself a laugh from the cute brunette defending you.

“Kay, it’s settled. No one wants to sleep with you. Move along, David. Can’t believe you’re in the same grade as us and yet you still somehow manage to be a pedophile.”

He scoffs and walks away. You smile politely at her, and try to wander off to find somewhere to sit. However, you can feel her eyes burning holes into your back, or maybe your ass, and she suddenly calls out to you, “Wait. Sit down. How come I don’t know you?”

You look around, point to yourself and say “Me?” Then mentally slap yourself. Who else could she be talking to?

“Yeah, you. Sit down, babe.” She nods her head at the seat in front of her, the way you’ve seen guys do. You sit down. You’re not going to say no to anyone defending you on your first day of school. And you’re definitely not saying no to the beautiful stranger beckoning you to sit with her.

The other two people at the table don’t smile as you sit down, they just look at Ellie and back at you. Ellie repeats herself, “How come I don’t know a pretty girl like you?”

You’re caught off guard, blinking at her while trying to think of something to say. “Oh, I’m new.” You shift in the uncomfortable plastic seat. “I just moved here from Africa.”

She raises one eyebrow. You notice there’s a scar through it. “Huh?”

“I was homeschooled.”

She grabs the chain she’s wearing around her neck and starts fiddling with it. “Huh?”

Do people not know what that is? You try explaining to her, “My mom taught me at home-“

She interrupts you, putting one hand in the air in a ‘stop’ motion. “No, fuck, I know what homeschooling is, I’m not stupid.” She leans in closer like she’s studying you. “So you’ve.. never been to a real school before?”

You shake your head ‘no’

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffs and looks between the two people by her side, “Shut the fuck. Up.”

“I didn’t say anything..” You laugh awkwardly.

“Huh. That’s so interesting. But you’re like…. real pretty.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Oh! Uh thank you.” You look down, trying to hide your blush.

“Ahh, so you agree. You think you’re real pretty?” Ellie has this shit eating grin on her face, and for a second you think she’s no better than the guy who was hitting on you.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know-“

“Wow!” Ellie’s eyes suddenly light up. “Love the bracelet you have. Where’d you get it?” She grabs your arm without permission and looks at your wrist. She rests her chin in her palm and looks at you with beautiful twinkling green eyes, waiting for you to reply. Somehow you didn’t notice her tattoo until just now. It’s really nice - ferns and what looks like a moth. Fuck, that’s hot.

“My uh-“ You swear you can’t speak. You’ve never had a stuttering problem and yet here you are tripping over yourself in front of the most enchanting girl you’ve ever seen. “My mom made it for me.”

“Ohmygod it’s just like mine!” The girl to the side of her finally speaks up, then giggles cutely, “That is soooo fetch.”

Ellie suddenly frowns. She turns to her side to face the girl and scoffs. “What the fuck is fetch.”

“It’s like slang! Uhm from Jackson.” She looks down, away from Ellie like she’s ashamed of what she just said.

“So if you’re from Africa….. why are you white??” The one guy of the group suddenly says, staring at you, almost like he’s disgusted.

“Holy fuck, Jesse. You can’t just ask people why they’re white.” The other girl scolds him.

“Let me talk to Dina n Jesse privately for like one second, would yah, dollface?” You swear she actually winks at you.

You gulp, and nod, looking around trying to avoid making any more eye contact with Ellie. She whispers briefly to the girl, who’s Dina, and then to the boy, who’s Jesse.

She turns back to you, “Alright, jus’ to let yah know, we don’t do this very often. So consider this a big deal, alright?” Ellie grins at you. You just nod.

“We’re inviting you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Dina chimes in, smiling widely.

You put your hands up, “Oh you don’t have to-“

“Fuck yeah. So I’ll see yah tomorrow.” Ellie interrupts you again. You really should get used to that if you’re going to spend more time with them.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink.” Jesse winks at you and gives you a big thumbs up.

The next day you enter the cafeteria and Ellie immediately flags you over, making a ‘cmere’ motion with two fingers. “There she is.” She grins. She’s wearing a low cut tank top, a little pink cardigan and leather pants. The tank top has writing that says ‘a little bit dramatic.’ You smile to yourself, somehow it makes no sense and fits her perfectly at the same time. You look down at your own clothes, a simple button up pink shirt you borrowed from your mom and jeans. Suddenly you feel way less cool, even though you’re somehow sitting with the most popular kids in school.

This time, you’re sitting next to Jesse, with Ellie and Dina across from you.

“Yknow how many calories are in this? Doesn’t say.” Ellie hands you some sort of bar and you look at the numbers on the wrapper. 48/120.

“Yeah, that should be 40%.” You hand it back to her, but your fingers touch hers accidentally. There’s butterflies in your stomach again, you realize they’re the same ones from yesterday. You thought it was just first day jitters.

She stares at you and keeps her hand there a moment too long, before clearing her throat and saying, “Fuck it. I’m getting cheese fries.” She pulls her hand away and stands up swiftly.

Dina watches her walk away then turns back toward you. “So. Are there any boys you think are cute?”

You try to think of the first girl your mind remembers that’s not Ellie. “Well, there’s this girl in my calculus class-“

“Who is it?” Jesse interrupts you, and Dina’s eyes widen.

You clear your throat, “Her names Cat.”

“No!” They both shout in unison, and it actually makes you jump a little.

Dina actually fans herself as if she’s going to faint. You swear you’ve only seen that in movies. “Ohmygod you can’t like Cat! That’s Ellie’s ex girlfriend.”

“They went out for a year. She gave her the tattoo on her arm.” Jesse chimes in.

You try to hide the confused yet pleased look on your face when you find out Ellie likes girls too.

Dina continues, “Listen, any exes are off limits to friends. That’s just like, the rules… everywhere.” She crosses her arms and Jesse nods. “Oh, but don’t worry. I won’t tell Ellie what you said. It’ll be our little secret.” She smiles at you.

At the end of the day, you’re walking back to the parking lot, just thinking to yourself. Jesse seems probably the nicest, but he’s basically got no head on his shoulders. At least from what you could tell. Dina’s nice too, but there’s something off about her. Maybe because she’s closer to Ellie than Jesse? You felt like you couldn’t trust her entirely. And Ellie. Fuck man, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You can’t get her out of your mind no matter what you do, you stayed up later than usual last night thinking about her… but that doesn’t matter right now.

Suddenly, you hear a car beep from behind you. You turn around to see all three of them in a classy convertible, with Ellie driving. “Get in, fuckface, we’re going shopping.” you hear her say, and well, you can’t really say no.

Ellie’s like.. a hot masc bratz doll. You never had any dolls. Especially not bratz. Your mom hated them. She’d probably hate Ellie too, thinking about it.

You four end up walking through a mall, and there’s actually a lot of people from your school there. The three of them are just.. passing by all these cool looking stores. You haven’t had the chance to actually shop yet since you’ve moved, and you don’t want to feel any more alien than you already do, so you don’t ask Ellie to stop by any of them. You’re all walking side by side, but Ellie’s the farthest away from you. She points at a shop labeled ‘Spencer’s’ and whispers something to Dina. Dina laughs and has to hold onto Ellie’s arm so she doesn’t fall over. You feel your face grow red, and you’re surprised to see that you actually feel jealous. Whatever she said must’ve been really hilarious.

Suddenly, Ellie stops walking and holds out her hand. “What. The. Fuck.”

You look across the way and see the guy who was hitting on you yesterday talking to a girl who looks about 14.

“Holy shit! Is that David?” Jesse steps forward.

“Yeah. It fucking is.” Ellie crosses her arms and scoffs. “And look who he’s talking to.”

This time, Dina steps up, her jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be fucking shitting my dick.” Even from knowing her only two days, you can tell she never cursed like that, so it must be serious.

“Dina, who is that?” You ask her.

She answers you, but doesn’t look at you. She just keeps staring at the scene playing out in front of her. “That’s one of the damn kids I babysit. Practically my own sister. And fucking pedo David is talking to her.”

“Wait, what makes him a pedophile?” You ask, looking between the three of them.

“He’s been caught talking to girls who are reallyyyy young. Like, even though he’s 17, that’s still fucked up.” Dina answers. “Not just normal talking too. Like, full on crazy shit. Keeps telling them they’re special.”

You shudder and turn to look at him again.

“Yknow. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a cannibal too.” Jesse states and looks at you.

Ellie huffs, unfolding her arms, “Follow me.”

You three speed walk behind Ellie as she makes a beeline straight towards David and the little girl. Dina and Jesse are muttering about how they don’t think this is a good idea, which makes you curious as to what the hell Ellie’s going to do to him.

“Who’re you talkin’ to, David?” Ellie asks in a sing song voice, which actually makes her sound way scarier.

He turns around and throws his arms up, immediately annoyed at Ellie for ruining his creepy actions yet again. “What the fuck do you want, Ellie.”

She puts her hands on her hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself. Who the fuck are you talking to?”

Shit.. you really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, but that was really hot. You glance at the girl and she looks visibly relieved she’s not talking to him anymore, which says a lot. Ellie and David continue arguing while Dina comforts the girl and tries to pull her away from the situation.

“Ohhhoho shit.” Jesse says and points to Ellie slowly taking a few steps back from David while she’s still talking to him, which makes him follow her.

“What’s going on?” You ask him.

He shakes his head, “Just watch.”

“Cmere, David. Pretty boy like you got nothin’ to lose.” Your blood would boil at what she said, but it’s pretty obvious she’s faking it. Well, obvious to everyone but him.

She beckons him to follow her into a small hallway which nobody’s paying attention to. If there was one thing about Ellie, it’s that she could get anyone to do whatever she wanted.

You and Jesse subtly walk closer to them so you can listen. David’s so entranced by Ellie he’s not paying attention to anything else.

Ellie twirls a lock of her hair around her fingers, looking up at him, trying to appear cute and innocent. “Yknow I thought they were all just rumors.. but, I guess it’s true.” She looks him up and down, and makes it obvious she’s looking at his crotch.

He smiles at her, “What?”

She pretends to think, and gently holds his hand with both of hers, “Hmmm..” She looks away bashfully. You almost laugh at how oblivious he is. “Oh, I shouldn’t say..” she eggs him on.

“Nah, quit playin’. Just tell me.” He’s actually grinning so wide, he looks like he’s in a candy store. Does he really think people are raving about his dick that much?

Ellie’s face falls flat in a second, “I guess it’s true that you’re a fucking pedophile.” And she swiftly twists his hand in one motion, and you hear a crack.

Your eyes grow wide and he yells and curses at her, falling to his knees on the floor. She just taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to shut up so she can talk.

“You’re gonna go and tell that little girl’s parents what you were doing. Everyone saw you, and now everyone can hear you screaming in pain.” She actually laughs. “There’s no hiding now, David.”

He looks up at her and yells, “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL THEM!??”

“Tell them that Ellie is the girl who broke your fucking finger.”

And then she walks away.

Ellie drives the four of you to her house to hangout, you try texting your parents you’ll be home for dinner, but you’re honestly not sure. And it’s only Wednesday. As soon as you get there your jaw drops, this place looks like it’s out of a damn movie.

“Wow, Ellie. Your house is really nice.” You say, not looking away from it.

“I know right.” She smirks at you.

Dina leans in and whispers to you, “Make sure you check out her dad. Damn, he’s hot.”

You guys walk in and her dad immediately greats you. He’s holding a small chihuahua and it’s almost comical considering how big and muscular he is.

“Hey, Mr. Miller. This is Cady.” Dina motions towards you. He shoots you a little finger gun and puts the dog down.

“Jus’ wanna tell yah.. if yah need anythin’ don’t be shy, okay? No rules in this house. I’m not like a regular dad. I’m a cool dad.” He winks and turns toward Ellie, “Right, baby girl?”

She’s leaning against the counter. Her face is completely blank as she shuts him down immediately, “Please stop talking.”

Ellie leads you all upstairs to her massive ass room. You thought the outside was impressive, but this is crazy.

“This is your room?” You spin around.

Ellie sits down to take off her shoes. “Mhmm. It was Joel’s room… but I made him trade me.”

You take off your shoes too and look around. There’s pillows, posters, and pictures everywhere that are just adorable. You can see a selfie printed out of the three of them that Dina took.

“Hey, someone put on Take On Me.” Ellie says.

Ellie takes off her little pink cardigan. You don’t mean to stare, but how could you not? Her bare arms are so toned and defined..

She snaps you out of your trance, “Cady, do you even know who sings this?”

“Umm.. Weezer?”

She looks you up and down slowly. She sure loves doing that. “Ugh I love her. She’s like a martian.” She says to Dina.

Jesse walks over to a bookshelf and picks up a hot pink book. It’s the size of a photo album. “Holy shit, I forgot about this.” He laughs.

Ellie glances over to look at what he’s holding. “Damn. Haven’t touched that thing in forever.”

“Look at this, Cady. It’s our burn book.” Dina motions you over to look at it. “See, we would cut out pictures from the yearbook and write little comments.”

Jesse starts reading, “Abby Anderson has sex in boats.”

“Still true.” Ellie chimes in.

“Owen Moore is a fat virgin.” Dina reads.

Ellie snorts. “Still half true.”

She sighs and looks at you. You’re immersed in the burn book and yet, you can immediately feel her eyes on your skin. You look up at her. She has a completely different look in her eyes. Her stance isn’t as strong, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, and her eyes are glossy. She looks almost.. vulnerable.

You keep looking at her, puzzled, when she walks over to you and takes your arm. She’s gentle this time, opposed to when she did the same thing to look at your bracelet when you first met her. She leads you over to her ginormous closet. Dina and Jesse are still giggling at the burn book, they don’t even notice you two left. She steps closer to you.

“We need to get you some new clothes.” Ellie says. But her voice is lower and not as loud as when she usually talks. You try your best to control your breathing, you swear you could get off on just her voice alone.

It’s that weird stage or moment in time. Where you’re not entirely sure if the other person is feeling and thinking the same things as you. It makes you nervous, especially because you haven’t done this kind of thing a lot before. And especially because it’s Ellie fucking Williams.

She steps even closer to you. “Fuck. Needa help you out with clothes.” She mutters. You can barely hear her, she may as well be talking to herself.

She calls Jesse and Dina over with a few snaps of her fingers. “Can you two go make the four of us some drinks. Virgin margaritas.” She turns towards you. You’re just inches away from her face. You’re way too close. “Cady, what do you like?” She asks, making direct eye contact with you. “Lemon lime?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows almost like she’s pouting, before you can answer her.

Jesse nods and heads out of the room. Dina gives Ellie a weird look, but pulls out her phone to look up recipes and follows Jesse downstairs.

You wait a few moments before you stop hearing footsteps on the stairs, then attempt to ask Ellie what’s going on, “Ellie, why-“

She cuts you off before you can finish, like how she always does. Usually it annoys you, but right now it’s different. Right now it means that she’s really the one in charge. She reaches up and fiddles with the collar of your shirt.

“Cmere, baby. I like you.. okay? You’re cute.” You weren’t sure if she was talking about you platonically or romantically. Her tone was so casual, like she was talking about what to have for dinner, and yet the way she was caressing you made your knees weak. Well, you weren’t sure until she pulls you in by the shirt and smashes her lips against yours.

You immediately gasp and whimper at the action, and become embarrassed at how inexperienced you are. But she fucking loves it, kissing you deeper and unbuttoning a few buttons at the top of your shirt. When she uses her tongue, it’s over. You moan into her mouth and your hands desperately grab at her. She laughs and you can feel the same shit eating grin she gave you when you first met her.

You break away, suddenly remembering that Dina and Jesse are downstairs and could be back any minute. “You sure they’re gonna be gone long enough?” You didn’t know how far she wanted to go… but you could guess.

She nods. “I’m sure. Between the two of them, yeah. Jesse doesn’t know how to make anything and Dina’s gonna spend at least 15 minutes making it perfect after she finds a recipe. Plus they’ll probably both spend another 7 or so minutes arguing wether they should really make it virgin or not. And my dads playing one of his shooter games. Trust me, having a big house comes in handy.” She leans in closer to you, “In any case, with how good I’m gonna make you feel, you won’t be lasting very long.”

And with that she immediately starts making out with you again. It’s sloppy and desperate and not something you would expect from Ellie. But this vulnerable side just seems so much more like her. You pull at her hair, and she fucking moans, the slutty sound sending heat straight down to your pussy.

You pull away again, and she looks up at you like she’s about to cry if she doesn’t touch you. You shakily nod and she bites your neck hard. Thank god you’re wearing a high collar button up.

“Fuck, Ellie.” You yelp, a little too loud, so she shuts you up by soothing the bite marks with her wet tongue. You whine for more, trying any way you can to pull her closer.

She hits a particularly sensitive spot, you gasp and open your eyes. You remember where you are, and look around in her closet. It’s a decent sized walk-in one. Everything’s sorted by color and style. Gorgeous shoes are on racks on the side. A nice fancy chaise is in the middle. You see a few name brand purses throughout. Between Ellie’s teeth and your envy for her life, you feel on fire.

“You always get what you want.” You seethe through your teeth.

“Shut your fucking mouth. Right now is about you.” She pulls away from your neck and reaches straight down to your jeans. She pauses, looking at you to ask for permission. You gulp, nodding to tell her you want her to. She unbuttons your pants and lets them fall down your legs just a little bit, to give herself better access to your panties.

She pulls those down too, and places two fingers to where you’re wet. She gasps, and you cover your face with your hands. “Shit, no.” She pulls down your arms with her non dominant hand, and quickly places a kiss on your cheek. “You’re not gonna hide from me, baby.”

You nod, swallowing. You can feel her making circles around you, wanting to push in. “Please, Ellie.” You beg. You’ve never sounded more desperate in your life.

With one swift motion she pushes two fingers inside you, and pushes you back so that you land against the wall. You gasp and are about to retort, but you accidentally cut yourself off with a moan as Ellie starts pumping her fingers in and out of you. Her other hand is up against the wall above you. You whimper as she picks up pace, this kind of stuff only happens in fiction. You don’t want to cover your face again, so you try turning away from her. She immediately grabs your chin with her spare hand and forces you to face her. “You better look at me when I’m fucking you.” She stares directly into your eyes.

You moan at how rough and fucking gentle she is at the same time. You don’t know why you’re surprised, but you can tell she wants you to enjoy this. Thinking about it, this actually doesn’t benefit her in any way. She’s not the one getting off. In fact, she’d be in major shit if anyone walked into the room.

With each passing second, she’s getting faster. Picking up her pace and making no attempt to be quiet, grunting in your ear. You look down and see her tattoo flexing as she uses her whole arm to fuck you.

“Yeah, you’re gonna fucking cum onto my fingers like you know what’s good for yah. Making a fucking mess on me, shit. So wet, dollface.” She mutters through her teeth. You knew she loved to talk, but she especially loves to talk when she’s making you feel so good.

Just a few more sentences and you’re coming undone, your legs shake and she has to hold your hip to keep you in place.

“Uuugh.. mm. ‘M gonna cum, Ellie.”

“Fucking give it to me.” She huffs out and curls her fingers up into you. Immediately white hot pleasure takes over you. You’re cumming on her fingers just how she wanted. She’s still holding onto you, making sure you don’t fall as she fucks you through your orgasm. She’s fucking magical, making your orgasm last as long as she can, until your eyes are rolling back and you’re whining that it’s too much.

You’re finally able to slow down your breathing and take in what just happened. God, that was good. So much better than when you fucked yourself to the thought of her.

Ellie brings the two fingers she used on you up to her mouth and sucks on them. She even makes eye contact with you until she’s done cleaning them. Your jaw was already on the floor. Now it’s 6 feet below.

You hear Jesse say “Fuck” from downstairs, so you quickly pull your pants back up and button up your shirt in a mirror. Ellie fixes her hair and walks out of the closet, meeting Jesse and Dina as they come into the room.

“She spilled one.” Jesse says, nodding towards Dina who’s holding a tray of now three margaritas.

“Are they actually virgin?” Ellie crosses her arms.

“For once, yeah.” Dina says. “So. Who’s not getting one?”

You practically march out of the closet, “I want it. I’m fucking thirsty.” You greedily grab the drink from off the tray and take a large sip. All three of your friends are staring at you, and you bring it down from your lips. “What! Trying on clothes gets tiring okay?” You whine.

“Fuck it. ‘S my house. I’m getting one.” Ellie says.

“And I’m not the one who spilled it.” Jesse sticks his tongue out at Dina, who rolls her eyes.

The four of you sit down on the couch in Ellie’s room. You’re sitting next to Ellie, she crosses her legs and puts her arm around you.

Dina and Jesse give her a look, but she handles it so smoothly, you swear she’s prepared for anything. “Fuck it, you’re officially part of our group now. Gon’ stay by my side longer than just the rest of the week.” She announces, lightly punching you in the arm.

Jesse holds up his drink, “To Cady?” He prompts, looking between you and Ellie.

She nods, holding hers out to meet Jesse’s. You bring yours up too. “To Cady!” All four of you say, and Dina squeals and claps her hands.

You look over to Ellie. She’s still holding you in her arm, she smiles softly, grabs your side and brings you in a little closer.

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⋆｡°✩Genre: kento nanami x reader, smut with very small plot ,some fluff/aftercare at the end

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: When you end up telling your two daughters that's you've started dating and you've been seeing someone again, they slip up and accidentally tell their dad when nanami comes to pick up the girls for his week he ends up confronting you about it.

⋆｡°✩Or in which: nanami finds out your starting to date again and fucks you until you cum back to your senses

⋆｡°✩Contents:mean nanami , oral (f&m) , face fucking, sex (p n v) multiple orgasms, choking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, fingering ,missionary, backshots, cum eating, oversimulation, pure filth

Today was Friday, which meant it was Nanami's week to get the girls. You and Nanami have been divorced for almost three years now. You were the one to initiate the divorce due to you two valuing different things in your lives, with Nanami being very caught up in work.

After some time, you finally got back out into the dating world. It was weird. You realized you every man you were talking to you compared to Nanami. But you recently met a really nice and cute guy who was a little younger than you, but treated you well.

You ended up telling the girls that you were seeing someone, and without knowing, they told Nanami, so now you have this man questioning you as if you aren't two didn't get a divorce three years ago.

Nanami's tall frame leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, his sharp eyes narrowed into a small scowl as he took in the news he'd heard about your new relationship. "I heard you've been seeing someone new," his fingers toying with the cuff of his perfectly pressed dress shirt. You spun around to face him, your brows furrowing in response, your expression a mix of confusion and frustration.

Your gaze met his, finding his eyes cold and distant, a clear indication of his upset state. "And who told you this?"You queried, your voice slow and steady waiting for his response, "my daughters," he replied. You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, Of course, they did their young and don't know how to keep many things to themselves, yet you should've known better.

"What's funny?" His voice laced with annoyance, his furrowed brows revealing his frustration."You, Kento. You're funny. Are you jealous? We've been separated for three years. You're acting like a child," you retorted, rolling your eyes dismissively as you finished your sentence, baffled by his response to you dating again.

You saw Nanami's jaw tighten visibly, his annoyance now bordering on disbelief. "Jealous?" he scoffed, his voice sharp. "Why would I be jealous?" His words were defensive, as eyes showed a hint of vulnerability that the woman he was still in love with moved on fully."I'm just curious."

"Okay, well, I'm not having this conversation with you," you said, your voice firm as you looked up at him through your lashes through your doe eyes. Despite your attempt to end the conversation, Nanami continued to pry at the topic, stepping closer to you as you had your legs hanging off the countertop you were sitting on.

"You're going to see him tonight?" he pressed, his tone edged with a mix of concern and frustration. His proximity made it harder to ignore the intensity of the conversation, and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable confrontation cause he was going to push anyway.

"Kento," you sighed deeply, trying to steady your heartbeat. "I don't want to talk about this." You had rolled your eyes as Nanami was now standing in front of you. His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Your plump thighs sat on the counter, and Nanami's hands began to roam over them, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His gaze was intense, fixated on you, making you nervous. No matter how much time had passed, Nanami still had that effect on you, stirring up emotions you thought you had buried long ago.

"You don't miss us?" His eyes softened as he gently brushed the hair resting on top of your face behind your ears, his fingers skimming your cheeks ever so lightly. "No, Kento," you replied, your voice shaky, uncertainty lacing your words.

"You sure, love?" A small, subtle smirk plastered on his lips as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pressing them ever so slightly, prompting them to go inside. You could hear the mockery in his voice, and it infuriated you. The audacity of his touch, the way he dared to question your feelings, stirred a mix of anger and longing deep within you.

"Move," you snapped, attempting to push him away and move, but his strong hands kept a steady grip on your thighs. He simply smirked in response, his grip unyielding. "Why, sweetheart? You don't miss me? The nights we shared up late nights, you screamed my name, begging for me to let you cream all over my dick. "

Your breath hitched at his words, feeling his hand gripping your chin, planting kisses on your neck."Fuck you kento." Your voice not coming off as confident but whiney and weak.

In the past, Nanami was always gentle and considerate, prioritizing your needs over his own during intimate moments. However, today was different; he was upset with you and frustrated about the hours he had just worked at his job, and he was definitely going to make that known to you one way or another.

His fingers curled around the back of your head, his touch surprisingly gentle, as he ordered, "Get up." A small smile played on his lips before he exerted a subtle pressure, forcing you down to your knees. At the sharp impact, you couldn't help but grunt, "Fuck, Kento," feeling the intensity of the moment surge through you. Your breath caught in your throat as his grip tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with an unspoken command.

Raising your gaze to meet Nanami's, your eyelashes fluttered softly as a mischievous smile graced your lips, your eyes naturally drawn to the subtle bulge forming beneath his work pants. The unspoken tension between you hung in the air, thick with anticipation, as you began to slowly undo the buckle of his belt.

Pulling his pants down to his thighs, you saw the milky-colored pre-cum seeping through his boxers before pulling them down. You decided to kiss his dick through the boxers. Hearing a low grunt come from Nanami while you continued to kiss and lick him, not yet giving him the satisfaction of having his pretty dick down your throat.

You began to move your hand up on down his hard length, causing Nanami to let out a loud but shaky breath, looking at his watch. He placed a sharp hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him."Hurry up, y/n." His stren voice spoke as he released his grip on your chin, as a big smile crept onto your face, your gaze still on him."

You loved it when he was aggressive and mean to you he didn't do it very often but it was a big turn-on. This wouldn't be the first time you two have had sex since the divorce it wasn't often, but god, it's been a long time, and you missed his dick its like you've been craving it and that's why you were so quick to fall to your knees for him

Pulling his dick out of the boxers, your mouth watered at the sight of the pre-cum leaking out his pulsating rosy brown-colored mushroom-head tip. His dick curved slightly to your left with a single lengthy vein running down his dick on the left side. A smaller vein that had an even smaller vein attached to it was on the right. Nanami's hardened dick measured about eight inches and was extremely plump and girthy it always felt heavy in your hands.

You placed small little kisses on the head of his tip teasing Nanami. You wanted to see how far he would let you go before he snapped. You began doing small kitten licks on it before you placed the tip in your mouth, then taking it out again with a small pop leaving your mouth.

Nanami grew increasingly frustrated with your teasing, a tolerance he usually had, but today, it only fueled his anger. He tightly gripped the back of your head, forcing you to meet his rough gaze. "Stop teasing," he commanded in a dominant tone. "I'm not in the mood to play your games today. Understood?" He let go of your head, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your verbal response while you just nodded your head. He couldn't stand when you didn't use your words. Everything you were doing today was making his patience wear extremely thin with you today, "I understand." You finally uttered

Before wrapping your glossed plump lips around Nanami's cock, you gathered a glob of spit and spat it onto it. You were aware that you couldn't possibly fit the entirety of him in your mouth, you never could. So you wrapped a hand around the parts you couldn't fit simultaneously stroking it up and down as you bobbed your head up and down. " look at you so pretty."

Nanami threw back his head, feeling you were slurping and sucking the tip. The whininess of his groans gave the impression that he was struggling to control them. Your tongue swirled on the area of him that was the most sensitive as your head continued to bobble. At this view, his muscular chest and firm abs look really attractive.

Even with his dick down your throat, you appear all innocent even as you swirl your tongue around his pulsating tip, making eye contact with him with your doe eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes as you took your free hand and squeezed and rubbed your palms on Nanami's balls, you noticed that his eyes were struggling to stay fixated on you with his cheeks flushed with a deep rosy red color and loud groans coming from his mouth.

His large, thick fingers firmly keeping a hold onto your hair, his fingers digging deep into your scalp, keeping a strong grip on your head. "Look at you so fucking filthy." Nanami took a grip on your hair pushing your head further. " But I need more, baby." His tone going from dominant to whiney within seconds."can you do that for me give me more"

Your eyes widened as Nanami suddenly began to push his dick deeper into your throat, without warning, causing you to gag on his dick. Your eyes beginning to water because of his big mushroom head tip constantly hitting the back of your throat.

"Just like that baby you're so good for me" Nanami groaned out almost whiney moan like sounds. You moan onto his dick causing small vibrations on his dick. Your mouth was starting to salivate, with spit bubbles smearing across your chin and falling down to his balls. "You look so pretty like this."

The 'this' he was referring to was your makeup, now smeared from the tears rolling down your eyes. The way you started up at him desperate plea reflected in your eyes, showing that all you wanted in that moment was to please him. The spatters of tears and spit adorned your face, your hair all frizzy and out of place.

"Look at you, taking my dick you look so fucking pathetic." Nanami continued to ram his dick down your throat. His dick twitching in your mouth signaling that he was close "hah fuck~ baby I'm close ." He groaned, biting his lip, furrowing his brows together, throwing his head trying not to close his eyes squeezing his hands together.

As you fet his warm cum oozing down your throat leaking from his tip he kept going at the same pace but beginning to slow down slightly. "You're doing so well pretty just a little longer for me," he said, taking pleasure in the sight of you struggling to breathe as you felt your tip of your nose make contact with the base of his cock forcing you to hold it and stay there until he was ready to let you up. The very small sadistic part of him loving the sound of you gagging and choking on his cock as he grips onto your hair tightly, forcing you to stay in place as you start to lose vision from the tears welding in your eyes again making your eyesight to go fuzzy.

He finally let you up, having a pop sound from him being released from your mouth. As you gasped, coming back up for air after him releasing his harsh grip on you. "Fuck Kento why so mean." you wiped your face with your sleeve to which he just smirked you" Don't act like you don't know why you brought this upon yourself c'mon." he picked up off the floor making you straddle him as he walked to your old shared bedroom.

Nanami gently laid you onto his lap pulling off your shorts as his fingers began toying with your clothed clit rubbing it ever so slightly. "I miss you. I miss us." Nanami gripped your lacy panties, pulling them off you with precision and ease you sitting on his lap.

"Look at you" he spoke pressing his thumb onto your clit running his thumb up and down your wet folds. "Kento, please." You began to grind your hips against his thumb. But Nanami's grip on your waist tightens, halting your movements as removes from your clit making you whine out in response.

"Relax love patience." Nanami brings his thumb back it grazing over your swollen clit playing with the softness of your flesh feeling that was so slimy and wet. You let out a hitched breath in surprise at how sensitive you were, with his hand on your back holding you still so he could slide his finger down your hole and pushing into your gummy walls." You know I'm gonna take good care of you."

You threw your head back, feeling his lips pepper kisses all over the side of your neck, Nanami's finger thrusting inside you so slow with your walls clamping around him. "Can I kiss you?" You nodded your head yes as you began to subconsciously grind your hips on his fingers feeling hus hardend cock rubbing against your ass. Your mouth parted as you threw your head back and not even being able to kiss him back. "You're driving me crazy you know." Nanami's lips went down to kiss your jaw, then down to your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, careful not to leave a mark.

Your mouth was hanging open as his thick fingers curved up and thrusted deeply into you as your back arched, causing your fingers to start gripping tightly onto his forearm. "hah~ken-." Nanami's fingers began moving faster, making you begin to let out choked moans. "It feels good, huh? need you to tell me how good it feels love." Nanami let out a low groan against your ear with a small hint of neediness laced in his voice.

"It feels sooo good kento so good" you babbled out your hips, beginning to grind faster on his fingers, chasing your high. You saw the smirk on Nanami's face as his fingers gradually began slowing down inside of you, making you whine out in response. "please please please I need more kento, please." You let out whines tears welding in the corners of your eyes at the lack of pleasure.

Nanami placed a kiss on your lips."Does he make you feel like this the same way I do? Nanami's fingers began to pick up slightly, but not enough for you to be satisfied." There's just something about the way I make you feel, right? So good, like no one else can?"

"No one makes me feel like this only you, only you." Nanami took his two fingers plunging them in and out of your warm moist cunt. "Your doing so well darling." Nanami took his other hand running his finger tips along your smooth skin. He brung his hand up to your breast squeezing and toying with your hardened nipples adding to the pleasure.

"Ahhh~" your squirmed in Nanami's lap as his thumb began to rub circles on your clit increasing the pleasure his grip preventing you from moving to much."fuck baby" Nanami groaned in your ear as he felt you clenching around him."You're doing so good for me love almost there. You back arched off of him as the rubbing on your clit increased causing your mouth to part choked moans leaving your mouth.

"Fuckkkk~" you tightly grasped Nanami's forearm, pulling yourself up as the wave of ecstasy approached rapidly. Sensations heightened, toes curled, and eyes rolled back as you felt the knot unraveling in your stomach as you creamed all over his fingers Nanami, began to gradually eased slow his pace, his fingers lingering in the aftermath. As he withdrew his fingers, still slick with your warmth, he placed them in your mouth, making your eyes go wide.

"Go ahead and taste yourself and how much you creamed all over my fingers." Your tongue overlapped his fingers and sucked them clean as Nanami chewed on his lip that you look so good sucking on his fingers. your mouth was so warm and tongue so soft, you pulled his fingers back then his lips interlocked with your lips to taste you as well

Nanami held a firm hand grip on your neck, drawing your bodies closer as his lips locked onto yours as your tongues swirled around his breathy moans were escaping both of you. As the heat escalated, he pulled you even closer, and Nanami layed your body down on the bed, placing your head underneath a pillow as his hand and went down to pull his hardened dick out of his boxers.

"So fucking wet god you were made for me" Nanami lined his dick to your entrance with his dick griding his tip agaist your folds collecting your slick on his cock and combining it with his pre cum. "Just put it in, please." You were sensitive, growing very impatient with his antics. His dick contintiouly grinding against your clit. "You can wait, my love, patience."

Nanami leaned down and buried kisses on your neck, going down to your chest. Your arm wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss before you parted your lips in shock no words being able to come out as his dick quickly rutted into you, causing your nails to dig deeply into his skin at the sensation.

Your hand went onto his lower abdomen to try slow his deep thrust down. Your legs are being placed on top of shoulders, making it so your wet hole was getting stretched out more. It had been a while since you two had done anything sexual and Nanami groaned at your cunt was squeezing him so tightly "c'mon baby i know you can take it. You can take it for me, right?"

"Yes, yes, I can," Nanamis hand rested on your knees, making himself able to make his thrust go deeper. Nanami tilted his head down, seeing his dick glossed with your clear juices"fuck~ You feel so good, so fucking good~" Nanami kept going seeing your perky breast bouching up and down agaist the fabric.

Your cervix was being constantly abused by Nanami's cockhead, as he kept repeatedly kissing your cervix with his thick cock. "H-hah, Nanami~ too much." Nanami's dick felt choked by your walls. Suddenly, his forearms slipped from under your legs, gripping to your ankles, pulling your legs against your chest .His other hand quickly gripped your free hand as he stopped you from pushing him away. "C'mon, baby, i know you can take it. Take my dick, please~"

Your eyes shot open and your back arched up off the bed as Nanami's thumb went over to your swollen clit rubbing it sensually "Mhm there you go" you felt your muscles quickly becoming tense with your warmth clenching around his cock "kenn~"You let out a raspy moan as Nanami continued to rub your clit and stroke his dick deep inside your pussy, almost tearing the sheets off as you felt it your high quickly approaching you.

Your body finally gave in as you quickly creamed all over his dick squeezing him tightly "fuck love" Nanami groaned looking down seeing the base of his cock coverd in a white ring with your cum. he continued to thrust, making you whine and cry out even louder. " too much kento, pleaseeee." Before you could even react, he pulled his dick out and turned you over so you were lying on your stomach.

"Just a little more for me. I know you got it." You were only trying to keep it together for the sake of Nanami, which is why your arch was very sloppy and poor. nanami entered his cock back in you thrusting deeply. You threw your ass back onto his cock, grinding against his skin, trying your best to match his thrust. "inside cum inside please." You blabbed out as you felt his thrust getting sloppier as well as his dick begining to twitch inside you signaling how close he was.

Nanami gripped your scalp, pulling your hair thrusting into you faster and deeper, having the back of your body up against his chest ."Kennn" you groaned out Nanami knew you were just cock drunk and just saying things for the purpose of saying things." Made just for me your just for me right?"

"Im yours only yours kento made just for you." Nanami couldn't bring himself to pull out of you, feeling you still squeezing him so tightly on the urge of your own release again. So he didn't it would be tomorrow's problem as you felt his warm creamy seed filling up your cunt you both groaned out Nanami's thumb rubbing on your clit brining you to the edge.

"iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou." You incoherently mumbled nanamis thrust slowing down before you both groaned in each other's ears nanami flippling you back over to face him."I love you too." Nanami pecked your lips.

"Hah~ken" Nanami played with both of yalls cum pushing it in and out of you before he dropped down do his knees pulling your cunt closer to his face. "You got one more in you, right?" You quickly nodded your head, yes Your head leaned back, as his finger inserted into your wet hole and his tongue flicking against your swollen clit his tounge tasting the sweetness and saltiness of yalls cum mixing them together"mmm~" Your legs were trying to close, but Nanamis hands on your thighs kept them open as you slowly felt his tongue circling around your swollen clit.

his fingers were thrusting in and out of you, your walls clamping down on him, whines from you filling up the room." So fucking wet." He muffled as you began to shudder and felt his tongue pressing against your clit, causing you to sqruim agaist his tounge

You were whining and whimpering the way his tounge was moving in and out of you flicking against your clit and his fingers thrusting into you. His tongue is doing tricks on you, makimg a figure-eight motion on clit. Your body moved, trying to get away from him as it was too much for you. You already felt the knot forming into your stomach

you cooed out his name as his lips began to suck on your clit with your back arching that he was rubbing all over your delicacy. your hands grasped on the cushion and eyes getting glossy of his finger thrusting in and out of you at the same time, you were feeling tingles all over your nerves and leg pushing his head to bury against your flesh. his hand grasped your thigh as his dick was throbbing that your moans and your pussy was so good to him.

His lips sucking on your clit as you cooed out his name"your doing so good ken i love you so much." You arched your back feeling him rub all over your delicacy. With your hands firmly gripping his hair and your eyes glossy from his finger's simultaneous thrusts in and out of you, you were experiencing sensations throughout your body your hands pushing his head futher into your wet cunt His dick was throbbing from your moans, and your pretty pussy was so good to him and only him.

Your hands began to shake, and your body couldn't stop moving around to try and get away. Then, it was your legs and the forming in your lower stomach getting even bigger. "Fuck Ken to much please," you cried out, pushing his head more between your legs then rapidly, then a warm, clear liquidity fluid rushed out onto his face as you sqruited on him.

"Damn baby." Ypu softly moaned at his tongue, forcing into your mouth tasting both of you on his tongue, his hand resting on your neck, making the kiss deeper. He pulled away, leaving a trail of spit that was connected to both of your lips."C'mon, let me make you a bath."

Nanami ran you a bubble bath, putting your body gently into the tub. He got in afterward, putting your back up against his chest. "I miss you so much baby sorry I wasn't there for you and got to caught up in work." Nanami kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"When will I be able to take you out on a date?" Nanami sounded like he had a certain neediness in his voice, scared of your anger. " You can take me out tonight, kento, but if you want us back together, you have to show that you changed and you won't get so caught up in work anymore. " I won't. I promise I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N:NANAMI'S A EATAAAA and sorry if this wasn't very nanami like it was kinda hard for me to write abt him and it was my frist time writing him so hope you enjoyed thanks for reading 🫶🏾

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obeymematches · 1 year ago

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I saw one of your stories and I got immediately interested by one of them, then I had an idea more like a head Canon maybe-

So you and Solomon are making a potion for class one of the brothers came into the classroom and a big explosion happened one of you and the brothers didn't brace for impact and then suddenly your future child is there I just want to see everybody's reaction or maybe what will they do in that situation (sorry it's a bit weird but yeah that's all I came up with in my head) ^^"

henlo!!! So you sent in this ask almost 3 years ago (may 20th 2021) I'm so so so sorry i didn't reply sooner, you're probably over this by now 😅 but i felt inspired to write it today so here we go 🫶

🌸Meeting your future kid with him🌸

GN MC

Okay so this time Solomon has some homework to do... sending this kiddo back without messing with the future is gonna take time. Until then you must take care of them! You are the parent afterall!!

Lucifer: 4 months old

Not gonna lie it took him the longest to realize it's YOUR baby WITH him! In his defense, babies can look a bit weird. The baby definitely has your mouth, but his eyes and hairline. He didn't see many infant in his life so this is all new! You can literally see his heart melt when the little baby smiles at him! Shares his part with pride, changes diapers, carries the baby around....just take over when the baby is fussy.

MC I can't wait to meet the baby again... I miss them already, isn't that funny?

Mammon: 3yrs old

Your toddler immediately recognized you and Mammon. You and him looked at each other with an awkward stare, his face is as red as it can be- you are definitely not ready for kids!!! The fact that around 3 years old kids looove disobeying on purpose doesn't help. Mammon gets the hang of it though, he looves his little troublemaker! They could play all day long.

I wanna see ya grow up little man- I looove being your dad!

Levi: 8yrs old

Again, the kis recognizes you and him. Right now he keeps telling you he isn't ready for kids and might never be; same as you!! So how did this happen??? Do you must have one in the future??? Thankfully with an 8yrs old you can already have a conversation, play games with, etc so by the time it's over he grows very fond of them.

MC... I think I have changed my mind- having a kid is a lot like having a small best friend!

Satan: 16yrs

Ah. Your child is as upset as any 16 yr old would be in this case, leaving you and Satan no time to think about the fact you made this person. He does his absolute best to stay calm and see things from the kid's POV, but man is it difficult when your teen keeps lying about important stuff, escapes the house as soon as you lower your guard, fights with anyone over and over who doesn't do as they want despite being so so so sensitive... it is tiring.

I wish I could see what they were like as a little kid... why did I think teens were easy?!

Asmo: 13 yrs

Okay he is very quick at recognizing his own kid; he has YOUR and HIS face memorized. Starts sobbing when he realizes what this means; you are going to be parents!! The thought of loving someone sooo much just sends him over the edge. He buys everyone matching clothes, plans so many vacations you are rarely at home, surprisingly good at answering questions your little one has. (Very comforting, builds their confidence as much as he can!!)

MC, how do I look as a parent? You still love me?

Beel: 1 yr old

Okay, it was obvious the baby is a perfect mix of you two; his eyes are definitely yours though! Beel finds this job to be super important so he spends almost all day with the baby. They play peek-a-boo, he helps your kid to learn to walk and eat with hands, carries them on his shoulder when they get tired. Honestly he doesn't want to let them go back.

MC... I think we should have at least 3 kids!"

Belphie: 6yrs

Okay, he never would've thought he'd have a kid with you; first, you are dating someone else right now and second, he doesn't really like kids. So this one's gonna be complicated. His face turns red though as he has always liked you but you made it clear he is not really your type. Co-parenting brought you much closer; you could see how calm he can stay when he wants to, and how smart he actually is especially when the 6 years old doesn't stop with their questions. How it continues after the kid is back in the future is up to you babe!

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seuonji · 2 years ago

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彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day, seems like fate is on his side through this journey, or is it?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest, mutual pining.

warnings ๑ profanity

word count ๑ 1.4k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

“we’re homee!” jeonghan walked into his boss’s office with yuna in his arms. he had yuna’s small sparkly pink bag slung around his shoulder and his hair was messy and hair strands covered the front of his eyes, courtesy of yuna playing with it. he honestly looked like a struggling single mother and seungcheol was humoured by the view.

“yuna!” seungcheol squatted and opened his arms. jeonghan quickly placed yuna down as she started to move around in excitement from seeing her father. she ran towards him with the same opens arms and wrapped them around him.

“thank you jeonghan, so sorry to trouble you with this, i can’t thank you enough,” seungcheol looked up to his secretary with doe eyes.

“it’s no worries, it’s my job to follow your orders, don’t be afraid to ask me to go again,” the secretary replied as he flopped onto the couch seungcheol had in his office.

seungcheol perked his head up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. seungcheol has known jeonghan for years and they’re actually pretty close so he knows what tasks jeonghan likes and dislikes. one of those tasks jeonghan disliked was undertaking tasks irrelevant to the main job. seungcheol knew his secretary found those tasks unreasonable. one time jeonghan was told to make orders for a party that didn’t have anything to do anything with the company and he very much remained sour for the rest of the week due to the hassle it was.

for someone with a mere position of being a secretary, he sure had string opinions. lucky for him, people seemed to let it slide.

jeonghan of course, always complied, it’s his job to follow what seungcheol says but he never hides his disdain for activities he isn’t fond of.

“really?” seungcheol titlted his head. seungcheol was sure this would be one of the tasks jeonghan was to dislike but perhaps since it was for someone he cared about, yuna, it was okay.

“…it’s my job?” the secretary ogled his eyes to his boss, confused on why he’d say that.

seungcheol bit his lip and his eyebrows pinched together hesitating to ask more. it’s not like it was a big deal but there must’ve been something interesting on why he’d be okay with going back but maybe he was just overthinking it.

“you’re right,” seungcheol laughed before dismissing his secretary, “well, i’ll be leaving soon. again, thank you for earlier. drive safe on the road alright?”

jeonghan nodded in response and said goodbye as he left the room.

seungcheol organised his desk and collected his things getting ready to leave. “how was daycare yuna,” he smiled making conversation with his daughter.

“fun!” she answered excitedly.

“what did you do?”

“i played with yn also they read a book to me today!”

“you really like yn huh?” seungcheol chuckled walking towards the exit as yuna followed.

“of course!”

he smiled at the pure child joy portrayed in front of his eyes. he’s happy he found a great daycare for his daughter to be at.

“that’s weird, even uncle jeonghan asked me if i like yn, who wouldn’t like yn?” yuna asked genuinely.

seungcheol stopped his steps in the middle of the hallway and his head shifted to yuna.

“what do you mean?”

“uncle jeonghan asked me if i liked yn, of course i do! how can you not like yn, you like yn too right dad?“ yuna of course asked in the platonic sense but that last part caught him off guard—

“when did jeonghan ask that?”

“just after we left earlier!”

seungcheol looked up to the ceiling and thought for a second.

what were the chances that his secretary is interested in you?

it was low honestly, however it was high at the same time! you two have known each other for what, 5 minutes? then again, jeonghan showed interest in returning to the daycare. moreover, he acknowledged someone working there, even asking a 6 year old about them? that meant something, seungcheol would know.

seungcheol continued walking and laughed under his breath. this is fun.

ah. how did it turn out like this.

you stood at the reception table almost frozen by the sight.

“yn!” yuna skipped into the building.

“yuna! hello, nice to see you today,” you greeted while taking her bag off her.

you glanced at the man who escorted her and again, his pretty face raised your heartbeat.

you inhaled deeply calming yourself down, “yuna, you can go inside first, i need to take care of something here,” you instructed as you opened the fence door to let her in.

“bye yuna,” jeonghan waved.

she went in and now it was just the two of you.

“hi mr.yoon,” you casually spoke and walked back to the computer at reception to mark yuna present.

“hi yn and please, just call me jeonghan,” he insisted with a kind smile.

you grinned and nodded, “mr.choi’s busy again?”

“yea, it was really sudden,” jeonghan squinted his eyes recalling how he ended up here. he wasn’t expecting to pay a visit today either.

—

a bit earlier…

“hey jeonghan, i’m so sorry but i’m going to need you to bring yuna to daycare today,” seungcheol informed as his eyes didn’t leave the papers on his desk.

“what?” jeonghan furrowed just eyebrows.

“schedules been busy so i can’t go. yuna’s bag is already prepared i just need you to bring her to daycare and make sure you walk inside with her. is that alright?”

jeonghan cleared his throat, “uhm, yea of course.”

—

jeonghan didn’t even organise his boss’s schedule to make him that busy. he was actually thinking about starting his plans next week, but somehow, things were in his favour.

“well thanks for bringing yuna, who’s going to pick her up later?”

jeonghan pursed his lips, could be him if he really tried, “i’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“oh alright, i’ll just call mr.choi then—“

“better you just have my number,” he spoke quickly which cut you off.

he struggled to get something from his pocket, “seungcheol been busy so best you contact his trusty secretary first,” he pulled out a mildly crumpled business card in his hand, giving it to you.

he’d been pinching it throughout the ride to the daycare wondering if he should give it to you or not. but he gave it cause what was the big deal? it was for the convenience. it’s not like it meant anything, it’s a business card, it’s for business matters.

“just call the number on the card or email me! but i don’t think i’ll see it until like, next month,” he said as he pointed to parts of the card.

you laughed at his wit and took the card in your hands, “thanks, it’ll definitely be a phone call that’s for sure.”

he laughed at the way you returned his energy, “hope to see you later yn.”

your heart dropped at his words but you didn’t take it to heart, “hope to see you as well?” you said with hesitance.

you two parted ways and he left the daycare with the same smile he had yesterday, only it was wider. there was really something about you that made him want to just grab a chair and talk to you for hours.

meanwhile, you were seated on the old, half-broken reception chair with jeonghan’s business card in your hands. you held back your excitement, gosh you had the number of the boy that kept you up last night.

but reality washed over you too quickly. you sighed and placed the card down, it was only a business number.

but hell did it feel like a step forward.

you glanced at the clock. it was almost 6, almost time for yuna to leave.

all of your co workers had clocked out and all the kids but yuna went home.

you were currently reading her a story book but since she skipped nap time, she was starting to doze off. you softly pinched her cheek yet she was still in the same state.

soon 6:30 came, by now seungcheol would’ve sent a message apologising and saying he was on his way, but there was nothing.

was it a sign to call him?

you scratched your head and looked at yuna. she was laying on one of the mattresses to catch up on some energy.

you slowly got up and went to find the business card.

once you found it, you quickly typed it into your phone immediately calling it. as soon as it connected, you placed your phone to your ear,

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

you furrowed your eyebrows but tried again. this time you even placed his name and added it to your contacts.

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

well shit.

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theamityelf · 2 months ago

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Hey not sure if you have answered this but how would other characters deal with a yandare makoto like would kyoko be willing to arrest him or is his Actions more protective and would byakuya be annoyed due to having another being like syo to deal with and would mukuro recepricate his feelings if she found out he was a yandare

Yandere Makoto with Kyoko

Okay, this one might be the toughest, because I feel like more would have to be going on besides just Makoto being yandere, for Kyoko to be unable to stop him from doing stuff. If Yandere Makoto is doing something Kyoko doesn't like, then I feel like she just must not know it's him, because he will stop if she asks. He very seldom acts as if he knows better than her.

For Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto, I think his grand romantic act would be making her dad apologize to her. It might even be a weird cute collaborative thing, maybe with Junko, like:

Makoto: I accidentally found out that Junko was planning on kidnapping your dad, so I asked her to let me in on it. She was going to kill him, but I persuaded her to just rough him up a little to make it easier for you guys to have a satisfying conversation.

Junko: It wasn't a little; we actually roughed him up a lot. It was great.

Kyoko: We?

Makoto: Aw, man. Junko, you promised you'd take the blame.

Junko: Puhuhu~, oops.

Makoto: I wasn't doing it for fun, like she was! Actually, I had to stop her from...Well, maybe that's too gross to say. Sorry. Was this a bad present? I also got you civet coffee.

How Kyoko reacts to all this really depends on how she feels for Makoto beforehand, but I think Yandere Makoto still befriends everyone normally before any yandere behavior rears its head, so, that being the case, Kyoko just kind of makes her adjustments to the fact that she'll need to be in charge of Makoto.

She might find it useful to let him loose every now and then. Not letting him hurt anybody, but having somebody that devoted to her is useful. In canon, she's already sending him to rooms to see if someone will attack him.

Yandere Makoto with Byakuya

His feelings for Byakuya aren't as deferent as his feelings for Kyoko. He admires him, but he's also fully aware that Byakuya's wrong about a lot of stuff.

Makoto definitely wouldn't be like Syo. I think, towards Byakuya, his yandere energy would be way more "He needs help" in nature. And again, this is after their friendship has a foundation in normal conversation. (The free time events.)

Maybe one day, Byakuya wakes up from a recurring nightmare and Makoto is there soothing him. Initially, it's comforting, but once he's all the way awake, it registers as bizarre that Makoto is in his room at all.

Makoto: Oh, Aloysius let me in. I told him I'm here to help you with your work.

Byakuya: ??

Makoto: Uh, remember those times you said you wanted me to be your secretary or something?

Byakuya: Yes. I thought you said you didn't want the job.

Makoto: Oh, I don't! But I was thinking about it, and...I think maybe you offered me the job for a reason. Like maybe you need someone to take on that role in your life. I just don't want your money.

Byakuya: Tch. So, you'll be keeping track of my meeting calendar free of charge?

Makoto: Actually, I canceled your meetings for today.

Byakuya: Pardon?

Makoto: Yeah, sorry. I just think someone needs to put their foot down and say enough is enough. You're way too young to have all these responsibilities and-...Oh, if you're looking for your phone, it's in my bag. I'm holding it hostage for the day; we're gonna go to the park or something.

Byakuya: (incredible glare)

Makoto: I know, I know, but it'll be good for you. I promise. Also, I talked to Toko about leaving you alone and I think I accidentally set her up with my sister? So, there's that.

Byakuya doesn't have as much of a hand on the ball, with Yandere Makoto, as Kyoko would, but I think he'd ultimately enjoy that. Makoto will let him have enough victories to feel in charge even as he's asking, "Can I borrow my phone to check the stock market?"

Yandere Makoto with Mukuro

This is fascinating, because I think if Makoto were yandere for Mukuro, he'd have to kill Junko, or get somebody else to kill Junko. And Mukuro would be devastated by the loss of Junko, but that devastation would pretty quickly turn to codependence. She needs Makoto, because her pillar is gone. When he tells her that Junko was bad for her, she knows it's true. She knew it the whole time. And she needs something to lean on, to latch on to, so she throws herself at the idea that he saved her from her sister. Every bit of codependence that existed between her and Junko gets transferred to him, and he's giving her compliments and reassurance the whole time.

What I'm saying is, the trajectory here is "standard Mukuro with a crush on Makoto" to "about ten seconds maximum of Mukuro wanting/trying to attack Makoto for killing Junko" to "Mukuro desperately needing to wrap her whole identity around belonging to Makoto the way she belonged to Junko".

And through all of it, Makoto acts almost just like himself. The only difference is that he was willing to kill Junko.

Makoto: I'm sorry. You really shouldn't have had to see something like that. That was really bad. Here. (wipes Mukuro's tears; she didn't even know she was crying) Um, maybe you should drink some water. Or...something warm. Don't worry, okay? I'm not leaving.

Mukuro: ...You're not...leaving?

Makoto: I'm right here.

Mukuro: ...Please stay right here with me. Please.

Makoto: I am. I promise. Here, I'm going to hold your hand, and we can both go get some water. Okay? Whoa! Tight grip, heheh...This was a lot. I'm really sorry.

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solarmorrigan · 2 years ago

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If you’re still taking prompts, could I ask for “please come get me” with Steddie?

I’ve read over all your other angst prompts and just about died this morning, you’re so good at the pain!!

Hello! :D Thank you for the prompt! I'm afraid this one is a little heavier on the comfort than the hurt, so perhaps not as much pain, but if you've been binging what I've written so far, maybe that's a good thing?? But anyway, I hope this is alright!

[Warning for implied child neglect/emotional abuse. Nothing really happens in the fic, but just as a heads up]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

Eddie shouldn’t be hearing this. This isn’t a conversation meant for spectators.

“I know you just got back from a trip, I just–” Harrington says into the receiver of the payphone, clinging to the handset as he practically wilts against the useless ‘privacy wall’ next to it. “I’m sorry, I was just hoping you could give me a ride home.”

All Eddie had wanted to do was cut the pep rally like any self-respecting social outcast would, except he couldn’t just ditch and go home; it’s Friday, and he has Hellfire after this. But the last thing he’d expected while loitering around outside, waiting for the pep rally to end, had been to stumble across Steve Harrington on the phone, practically begging someone for a ride home.

“No, I drove myself here today, I’m just not sure I can drive home.” Harrington pauses, then sighs. “No, Dad, this is a pep rally, I haven’t been drinking.” Whatever comes down the line next makes his posture snap straight almost immediately, before he hunches back in on himself with a wince and a hand pressed to his forehead. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

This is weird. This is so weird. Harrington is meant to be cocky – confident and in-charge and at ease, not curled around a payphone in the same way a kicked puppy tries to protect itself even as it asks someone for more attention.

Someone who is apparently his dad.

It’s just – weird. It’s like how you know a lemon is a citrus fruit, just the same as an orange, but the second you peel off the rind, you feel like you’ve seen something forbidden. Lemons aren’t meant to be peeled that way, and Harrington isn’t meant to look close to tears while trying to get someone to drive him home.

“I – I’m sick. I mean, it’s – I have a migraine,” Harrington explains haltingly. “No, it’s not just – yeah, my head hurts, but if it was just that, I swear I wouldn’t bother you, I just – I’m dizzy, and my vision’s all blurry, so I’m not sure I can drive, and I don’t…”

Shit, that sounds kind of fucked up. Eddie frowns, leaning against the wall he’s been peering around, now definitely intentionally eavesdropping. Harrington is frowning, too, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face.

“Tommy and I don’t hang out anymore, we haven’t in over a year,” Harrington says, then carries on a little more quietly, a little more subdued, “and there isn’t really anyone else here I can catch a ride with, either.”

Eddie will admit he hasn’t been paying a whole lot of attention, but anyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows that Harrington’s popularity had taken a bit of a hit last year, when he’d ditched Hagan and Perkins and decided to be a bit less of a dick. And then this year – well, even if Hargrove hadn’t crowed enough about the fight between the two of them, the state of Harrington’s face back in November had spoken volumes. Still, Eddie hadn’t been aware the condition of Harrington’s social life was so dire.

“I’m not – I’m not making this up, the doctor talked to you about this, he– I’m not trying to talk back, I just– Dad, please, can you just – please, come get me,” Harrington stutters through what sounds very much like a losing argument before going silent altogether, pressing one hand over his eyes as he lets his head hang, the other still holding the handset near his ear. “I understand,” he says dully after a minute. “I’m sorry. I’ll – I’ll figure it out… Yes, sir.”

It doesn’t seem like there’s much left to say after that. Harrington hangs up the phone and leans up against the adjacent wall before sliding down and sitting himself right there on the ground, knees drawn up and face in his hands.

Shit.

Eddie ducks back around the corner, gnawing on his lip, caught in indecision. He shouldn’t have overheard any of that, intentionally or otherwise, but now that he has, he can’t just – not do something.

Can he?

He tries to tell himself it’s not his problem, that Harrington’s certainly never done him any favors, even if he’d never been a dick to Eddie specifically, but it doesn’t work. All Eddie can see is the defeated slump of Harrington’s shoulders, the helpless way he’d just sort of dropped to the ground, the way he’d quietly admitted there’s no one else he can ask for a ride – Eddie’s always had a soft spot for the lonely ones.

But when he rounds the corner, prepared to come up with some bullshit excuse as to why he’s out here and willing to drive Harrington home, he finds that Harrington is – gone.

Eddie glances around, but he doesn’t seem to be anywhere. Poof, vanished while Eddie had been too busy trying to decide what to do.

Well, damn.

Distantly hoping that Harrington had, indeed, figured something out, Eddie tries to put the incident out of his mind. The pep rally will be over soon, and that means Hellfire will begin, and he needs to get his head in the game.

He has no real reason to think on the incident after that, and he’s fairly successful at shoving it somewhere into the back of his mind until nearly two years later, in a setting so far removed from that spring day at the school that it might as well be in another life.

Eddie has to extricate himself from a few fans (actual fans; apparently, rumors of Satanism and returning form the dead will do wonders for the reputation of your metal band) in order to get up from the table settled near the back of The Hideout. Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver are all accounted for, enjoying their drinks and chatting with whoever’s descended upon them after their set, but Steve had disappeared ten minutes ago and has yet to make a reappearance.

Ten minutes isn’t all that long, Eddie knows logically, but after last year, after everything, it still feels a little too long. If he finds Steve and Steve tells him he’s fine, then that’s great, Eddie will leave him be. But he just wants to check.

The bathroom is a bust, empty but for one drunk swaying precariously in front of a urinal, so Eddie heads outside, where, around the side of the building, settled on the ground in a triangle of sodium-glow orange thrown off by a nearby streetlight, he finds his quarry.

Steve is sitting with his back to the rough wood façade of the bar, his knees drawn up in front of him and his head leaned back against the wall behind him. His eyes are closed, but there’s a little pinch of tension between his brows, and Eddie is abruptly reminded of that day, eons ago and not really that long ago at all, when all Steve had wanted was for someone to care enough to give him a ride home when he’d been sick.

Eddie finds his ass on the concrete right next to Steve before he even has the conscious thought to go over and sit down.

“Doing okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, picking up one of Steve’s hands from where it’s resting on his own knee (it’s safe enough right here, Eddie knows; someone would have to actively be looking for them to spot them where they’re tucked away).

If Steve is surprised to find Eddie beside him, he doesn’t show it. He turns to look at Eddie in the low light, offering him a fond little smile.

“I’m good. It was just getting to be a little much in there, so I came out here for a break,” he says.

Things like excessive noise and heat—say, the likes of which might be experienced at a concert in a crowded bar (or maybe a high school pep rally)—tend to be migraine triggers for Steve, so why he continues attending shows at The Hideout is beyond Eddie. He’s tried telling him that he doesn’t have to come, but Steve still insists he wants to make it to every performance that he can.

Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand. “You wanna head out?”

Steve shakes his head. “You’re having a good time. I don’t want to take you away from that.”

“I’m not going to be having a good time if you’re miserable.” Eddie reaches up and cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, keeping him facing in Eddie’s direction. “You’re a priority for me, you know that, right? Say the word, and we’ll go home.”

It doesn’t seem like Steve has anything to say to that; instead, he just stares at Eddie with something like wonder, as if Eddie’s just done anything more amazing than promise Steve that he’ll never have to beg for basic consideration.

“Besides,” Eddie goes on, if for no other reason than to shift the sudden weight of Steve’s reverence, “it’s not like it would be a hardship.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to Steve’s willing mouth before he continues, speaking so close that their lips are brushing. “Getting to take you home, take you to bed, lie there in the dark, just the two of us…”

Steve presses in for another kiss, long and lingering, before pulling away.

“Let’s stay a little longer,” he says. “Jeff owes me a beer, anyway.”

“Y’know,” Eddie pauses with a grunt of effort as Steve stands and uses their joined hands to pull Eddie up after him, “the only reason you knew the movie he was referencing—and, thus, the only reason he owes you a beer—is because I made you watch it.”

“And? What do you want, a medal?” Steve snarks.

“Well,” Eddie drawls, glancing Steve up and down, “some token of appreciation wouldn’t be remiss.”

Steve raises an unimpressed eyebrow at Eddie. “It would be if we did it in the alley next to a bar.”

“Wow, Harrington, mind in the gutter much? I only meant a beer,” Eddie sniffs, all exaggerated offense.

“Sure you did,” Steve says. “Now c’mon; one more beer, and then… home?”

“You got it, sweetheart,” Eddie says, offering one more quick kiss in hopes of putting any hesitation out of Steve’s mind. “One more beer, and then home.”

#rajumat #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #I think this one is a little rough but I dunno man I'm fond of it #solar wrote #answers from solar

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 2 months ago

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TXT's Childhood/Family Dynamics Reading

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

I decided to do this reading, so that we can understand them a bit, as learning about how someone was raised. Tends to show us why people are the way they are, so I will look into what their childhood was like, what their relationship and dynamics are with their parents, and I will add siblings as well. Alright, higly interested to see what they give me here, so let's go.

Yeonjun

This is a weird spread for childhood. It seems he was always a child that was very loving and talked to others. He was a friendly person and loved engaging with others. He could be a bit of a flirt and pretty romantic. There is this vibe with him of needing to be loved by others and always enjoying the love and company of others. I just see him looking for love. Be that romantic or anything else.

He seemed like a private individual. He didn't reveal too much about himself or his life. It seems he was a mystery and didn't like to share too much about his life. Not sure why he wanted to keep things a secret. It is like to him he learned that things that happen behind closed doors or in his private life should remain that way. Or there were things about his life he did not want to share at all.

He seemed like someone who dated a lot and was always in relationships. I am reading on childhood, so not sure how young he was here, even as a child he was romantic and dating around lol There just seemed to be this longing for love and connections from someone. This needs to belong for some reason, or someone he can share heartfelt connections with and maybe have deeper conversations with. He felt like an old soul even as a child. A sense he had a longing for a special connection. There is this need to love others and others love him. He radiates the same energy today.

So, I can see with both parents. I am not seeing them be that emotional or deep with another, but that can happen, as I have this with my parents. Anyway, with his Mom, she got the King of Swords and the Sun. So, it seems this connection is a bit superficial and surface level. I am not sure they know much about another. She seemed to be an enforcer, pretty strict, stubborn, but has a lot of knowledge about things. She was someone who does not like to be challenged and can be pretty critical. She can be a bit cold too and matter of fact about things. She could lack a bit of empathy.

There is a lot of adoration and admiration, and he seems happy in her company and vice versa. They bring a lot of joy and happiness to another. I see them being pretty happy around each other and give each other positive energy. I am not sure they share much about their down times or being sad. I think they rather not share that with another too much. They like to remain positive. And the whole thing of keeping things private and secret comes from his Mom. It is like he learned from her early on, don't share your dirty laundry or stuff like that. Just appear as perfect as you can be.

With his Dad, not getting much there, which I expected. I got the Ace of Swords and the Wheel of Fortune, so his Dad may give him ideas of how to progress and make positive changes in his life. I see these two don't share much with another. Just some things here and there and give each other ideas, but they don't go into full details. I see a lot of small talk and surface level conversations with them. Together they are about moving towards a goal and making changes that help them grow. So, nothing too deep here or complex form what I get here.

Overall, not really bad for him across the board. I do get a sense he lacked that emotional connection, which is why he seeks that from others a lot growing up, or why he stressed wanting an emotional connection as a child. It could be why he idealizes romantic relationships and love now, looking to fill that void, but tends to get disappointed, because they don't really fill that emotional void, because he may actually need it from his parents and not a significant other. Interesting how that can tie together.

Soobin

Well, this spread does not surprise me with how his energy is now. His childhood seemed like a struggle. I don't see him wanting to share much about his childhood. It seems like he always had to face challenges and struggles and struggled to handle the pressure of school and society. I keep getting this and I will bring it up now, but the Korean culture of this constant hustle is not good for Soobin. He needs to move to a country in Europe/US that is slower paced. He seems to not be able to mentally handle this society, which is why he is depressed and struggles, and I see it in his childhood. It is like nothing changed. He was stressed a lot and still now. He felt trapped, paralyzed by fear. This inability to just find happiness and calmness through it all. I see a lot of fear, hopelessness.

I have nothing else to say, is that this society is too challenging for him. This makes me nervous about his mental health and him in general. I just never get he is happy. He just has this mindset of this world is a shithole and I get it. That constant business, working culture is a fucking drag, like I get why he is the way he is, like I can say he is problematic and toxic, but look at the culture he is in. I tell you this if I lived there. I would be in the same state as he is, because I can not handle that high pressure society they live in. If Soobin was in front of me. I would say, be an idol, make your money and then move the fuck out of Korea. I don't care how Kpop wants to glamorize Korea. That culture sucks, the constant go go go is not good for your mental health at all. It is now clicking why he is the way he is, and I get it.

Yeah, his parents suck, sorry, not liking their vibe at all. So, his Mom, she got three cards, so kept them three, she got the page of Pentacles, The Devil and the Hermit. His Mom is all about money and material wealth, that is all she cares about. I just see her going, how are you going to make money, what are you going to do about a career. I don't think he particularly likes her and may want to distance from her and keep that distance. No wonder he is depressed. You got a parent who doesn't care about his mental state. Just worried about money.

And to his Dad, he got the 4 of Cups and 7 of Swords. He is a liar, emotionally avoidant, sneaky. He doesn't trust him. He seems like he was barely around and involved. He could also been a cheater, which is a trend for Korean marriages I am seeing, but not sure he cheated, just that card can indicate that. He just doesn't feel very involved/connected with Soobin at all. He just seems in his own world. Well, this all makes sense now. And I don't like his parents. So, when you see someone who is mentally struggling it can mostly be stemmed back to shitty parents, just saying. Because if you don't provide a strong foundation for you child. It is hard for them to handle the struggles of life as an adult.

Alright, for his older brother, he got the 7 of Pentacles. The female on the card is pregnant, so this reminds me of his nephew, so there only connection is that kid lol Umm, not much here with this card. They both seem to struggle with their careers and may not be satisfied, so they relate in that sense.

Now, to his Sister, they got the Devil and 9 of Wands. It gives me they both felt they were in a toxic environment and they both seem guarded and anxious, so she may also deal with depression and anxiety like him. It seems they are both struggling to handle the cards they were dealt. I see them both having to work through Karma in this lifetime, along with the Mom, as she got the Devil too. I see a Karmic soul contract between the Mom and these two. So, interesting. If you look at it spiritually, there is a tough message those three need to learn in this lifetime.

Okay, his was highly interesting, now let's go to the others. And see what my bias has to share.

Beomgyu

Umm, his childhood doesn't look great. I see a fear of divorce from his parents mostly, maybe it was more in his head, or maybe he saw things weren't great. It seemed some mental struggle and battle was happening with him as a child. To get a 10 of Swords in a childhood reading is a strong energy, like that gives me something messed his mind up badly. I feel it has to do with the stability of the home. I don't think his parents were as happy as he says they were, or he saw other families being torn apart and he feared his family would too. He seems like someone who worked hard to keep the family unit peaceful and together, which is weird to get for a child's energy.

I end with the 4 of Cups, which is feeling emotionally numb and disconnected in his childhood, like nothing can bring him happiness. His vibe is similar to Soobin, but not as extreme, so I get why they are close and relate. There is this defeatist mindset he and Soobin has, like they can never win in life and this causes problems, like they think the worst, or think things will not go well. I see this for Beomgyu in his childhood and now as well. But his energy is more passionate and a need to fight and resist more so than Soobin. Anyway, I really want to get for his parents.

Okay, so his Dad came up first, which never happened, so I will start with him, and I see why. He got the 3 of Wands and the 5 of Swords. I can also get a sense of cheating with him, the 3 always gives me third party, but also his Dad can be passive and may not have as much motivation as him. I see them disagreeing and not getting a long very well. It could be with how they go about things. Beomgyu is more passionate and goes after things, but he is not that way as much and Beomgyu may not like this energy. I see these two being confrontational and struggle to communicate together effectively.

With his Mom, this isn't too bad. She got the Strength, this show she is the pillar of the family to him. She provides strength. Her sees her as stable and strong. Her personality aligns with what he likes. Someone strong, stubborn, stands by what they believe. It seems he looks up to her, and he likes how emotionally stable she is, and she could be good at calming him down when he is upset. They also got the 2 of Pentacles, so this gives me they balance each other out and they help each other with things in life. I see this card as what one person lacks, the other has and vice versa, so I see they blend well together. They are a nice mix. So, yeah, not too bad for the Mom. So, that connection seems legit.

So, for his brother. He got the Hierophant. Hmm, that card doesn't say much of a connection, so pulled another card and got the Moon. I don't see them sharing much with another. Okay, maybe they do, maybe they help each other out through the sad times and give each other guidance. I can see they are both traditional and follow what they have been told and maybe help each other with that. And remind each other what they have learned from the past. That is what I get there, nothing too interesting here.

So, overall, not too crazy, but I got some more insight to who he is from his past now.

Taehyun

Okay, he gave me all cups, so he was a very emotional child. It is like he went through the highest of highs and then had his lows. He would get excited about things and then face disappointment. It seems he idealized his life a lot and wanting a lot of things. Umm, he lacked any type of practicality. It is interesting to get all these cups when he seems more rational now. Back then he seems to be very in his emotions. I can see him falling in love with something, could be people and get disappointed or rejected. He could be the type that fell in love with every person that caught his eye. This is an interesting spread for childhood. He just didn't know what he wanted in his childhood and felt he had many options to choose from. Okay, as always he is straight to the point and pretty simple.

Okay, so with his Mom, she got the 4 of Cups and King of Swords. We are not surpised about this right? I believe he mentioned his Mom being cold, so how he is kind of stems from his Mom, or how he tries to show himself to the world is how his Mom is. I think he is more emotional than we think. But his Mom is cold, callus, calculated, not very emotional. Probably did not provide him any emotional support. She seemed direct and brutally honest with him and that is how he seems now. Although Taehyun is very emotional. His parents being so cold probably stripped him of diving into that emotional side and he just learned to be less emotional to survive. I do see him trying to put more of that into his relationships, but it can be hard for him to lean into it, since he wasn't raised by people who tended to his emotional nature.

So, his Dad, got 8 of Pentacles and Page of Pentacles. He probably just focused on his work. This reading makes me interested in doing their parents Marriage dynamics, because how their parents relationships are shows how they may act in relationships, so when I do a part 2 to this, because I feel there is more to flesh out for this series. I will do that, but anyway, it seems their Marriage was pretty icy and they both seem fine with it. Anyway, his Dad was about money and work and pursuing his goals, so that is how he sees him, which is normal for Dad's in this culture.

So, for his Sister, they got 6 of Swords. I see both trying to move past struggles and both have mental baggage they may not have had recovered from. This could also indicate his Sister moving away from him as she is married now, so there is that and he may not have dealt with the newfound distance. I feel there are things they need to work through that they haven't.

So, for him, he is pretty straight forward, like what you see is what you get. I felt his parents weren't the most tender and emotional parents. That can be problematic for some people, but not for me for the most part, some parents just aren't that emotional.

Hueningkai

Okay, most interested in his childhood actually, because he gives me it isn't all as great as people may assume, although he is a child of divorce, so it can't be that great. Okay, this is going how I expected it and what I have seen before, so his Dad is a strong presence here. I don't see him favorably and I did pick up on that before. He seems selfish, dominating, arrogant, just heard belittling, aggressive, could cheat and he seemed highly focused on making music or creating or being in the spotlight. He is giving me Joe Jackson's vibe, yup said it. I never liked his Dad's vibe. Things had to go his way. I see a lot of fights between the parents. I have seen that before. A lot of mean words said to another. There are abandonment wounds here with him and this fear of being alone and abandoned, or this wanted to leave this situation from Kai's perspective. There was a lack of stability and support for him overall, so not a happy childhood, which you can expect. And I am not sure he shares this with anyone, including the members.

So, we going with the Dad first. So, he gets the 4 of Pentacles, very controlling!!!! I want to stress that. All about money and control with him. I can see him being a perfectionist. He is very cold, reserved, a need to appear a certain way. I can see why the Mom left his ass. He also got the 10 of Wands, so his Dad was overwhelming, draining, worked them a lot, gave him many responsibilities, put a lot of pressure on him and maybe the girls as well, but it could be more him. It was very hard to connect with his Dad at all. His Dad was all about appearance, control and money. Just going to keep saying control lol Anyway, this could be why he ends up dating controlling partners, because the pattern continues to repeat with him, it can be due to his Daddy issues.

Now, to his Mom, this is better, she got the Strength. I think he sees her as strong for handling that dude. He looks up to her and sees her as a pillar of strength and stability and that she can endure a lot of struggles and challenges. She also got the 4 of Wands. I think he is happy she has found freedom and her happy place and has found peace and stability. He enjoys her company and wants the best for her. I just see him happy for her to be happy and content. Their energy together is very happy and upbeat. His connection with his Mom is probably my fave Mom and child duo so far.

Okay for his Lea, right that is her name? Anyway, they got the 5 of Wands, interesting energy. They can butt heads and be pretty aggressive and competitive towards another. I pulled another card and got the Lovers, so this card can give me soul contracts they could have, but also, they mirror each other somehow and they trigger each other's wounds when they are around another. So, they can piss another off easily.

For Bahiyyah, I didn't spell that right, sorry. They got the 10 of Wands, so they both feel this constant pressure to perform to a high standard. This could have been set by the Dad. And the Sun card, is this pressure to be in the spotlight and be successful. So, this doesn't share much about a connection. Just their similarities in how they approach their idol career. There is this constant pressure to stay successful and relevant.

Oh damn, this may have been my favorite so far. I do want to do a part 2 of all these in the future because it helps me understand them so much more and why they are who they are today. And I feel like some of them I need more clarification. I might do Ateez next for this one.

#kpop tarot #txt tarot

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 11 months ago

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the rash decisions [part 2] l Joel Miller

[PART 1]

Summary: a guy at a bar spilled his drink on you, then you made some weird decisions

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), sex, swearing, probably some more

A/N: I hope you like it.

The next few days were quite hard for you. On the one hand, you felt guilty about the night you spent with Joel, and on the other, you felt completely okay with it, although the conversation you overheard made you feel strange. You told yourself that he didn't promise you marriage and you didn't really know each other at all. So you shouldn't care. But either way, it felt weird.

However, the matter resolved itself because you didn't give him your phone number. Your contact ended the moment you closed the door behind you. The remorse should go away on its own, so you didn't want to think about it any longer.

You went back to your life and only occasionally Joel appeared in your head like a pesky fly. You were sure he didn't bother with you. If Tommy was right and you were just going to be a one-night stand, then your job was done well.

Fuck! Why were you thinking about him again? And this was in the middle of the washing powder aisle, where you had been standing for several minutes. You looked around uncertainly at the colorful boxes, boring music was playing from a speaker nearby, and you already knew that you wouldn't choose anything.

“Y/N?”

It was like a lightning strike. When you saw him approaching you, you noticed that your legs felt like concrete. He was pushing a shopping cart in front of him and looked surprised by the encounter.

"Oh, hi." you uttered in confusion.

"Hi. I didn't think I'd see you again." Joel said, smiling softly.

"I live nearby."

"I see. You really look good, you know?"

"Thank you, you too."

You weren't lying. Joel looked good even in a plain t-shirt and jeans. His smile was still as charming as you remembered. There was a strange silence between you. You felt him watching you, but you weren't sure how you should react to it. Maybe now was the first time he could look at you in a better light.

"Listen..." he began hesitantly, but someone interrupted him.

"Dad? Dad, I told you you had to go two aisles away."

A young girl walked up to you and gave you a quick glance. She was lovely and smiling, and as she walked up to Joel she put something into the basket.

"Hello." she said "I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?"

"No, you didn't. We're just talking." Joel replied, but seeing her expectant look, he added, "This is Sarah, my daughter. Sarah, this is Y/N."

You smiled at each other.

"You know each other from work?"

"No, we met a while ago." you replied, seeing Joel's confused face. "We haven't seen each other since."

"What a coincidence that you met here! Dad didn't mention anything about you."

"Oh, I'd be surprised if he said something." you smiled, hoping you did a good job of feigning amusement.

"Really?" Joel looked at you curiously.

"Yeah, really." you glanced quickly at your watch, "I guess I'll have to go now. I don't want to disturb you."

"You're not disturbing!" Sarah smiled as her eyes moved from Joel to you and back. “Unless someone is waiting for you?”

"No. I just..."

"Why don't you come over for dinner today? Dad has the evening off, it's rare. He'll make his signature dish."

“I…” You were speechless for a moment and you looked at Joel fearfully, but he just smiled at you, “I don't know if this is a good idea, Sarah.”

"It's a great idea!" the girl beamed, "Dad will send you our address, right?"

"I don't have her phone number." Joel replied.

"How is this possible?"

Without hesitation, the girl took her father's phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to you to enter your number. You did it even though you weren't sure if it was a good idea. Sarah, however, thought completely differently.

"Cool!" she was happy when you gave her the phone back. "I'm very glad that you'll spend the evening with us. Dad, I still need to grab something. Will we meet at the fridge in a moment?"

"Yeah, kid."

Sarah left, clearly happy, and you wondered what had just happened. Was there any way to stop all this?

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you I had a daughter." Joel's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't have the chance, but that's no problem." you replied, "She's beautiful."

He smiled.

"Joel, listen... I don't know if this is a good idea, I mean this dinner. I don't want to bother you two."

"It's no problem, really. We would have spent the evening alone anyway, and now it will be more fun."

"You think so?" you laughed.

"You don't want to break this beautiful girl's heart, do you?"

"Do you have any more surprises for me?"

"Naah. Maybe it's just that we're boring as hell. You'll probably fall asleep over your plate."

You laughed and he noticed how much he liked your laugh. You finally agreed to show up at their place that evening and said your goodbyes. As soon as you turned into the next alley, you heard the phone ringing.

"It's me." Joel's voice came on the phone. "I had to check if you didn't give me the number of some perverted mechanic or something."

"Do you think I could do that?" you couldn't hide your amusement.

"Who knows! I'm glad you're coming over. You can bring ice cream if you want."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm glad to see you. Bye."

After some time, you received a message from Joel with his address, but you suspected that he did it on Sarah's orders. However, a moment later another message arrived.

"I want to taste you."

And you already knew it would cause problems.

It was a warm and pleasant evening. When you stood in front of the door of the Millers' house, your heart was in your throat, but when you straightened your dress, knocked and saw Sarah's smiling face, you felt a little lighter. The girl quickly led you to the kitchen with a cheerful voice informing her father that it was you and quickly took the ice cream from you to put it in the freezer.

The kitchen was cozy and filled with a very appetizing smell.

"Can I help you with something?" you suggested.

"We're almost done." Joel replied as he opened the oven, "Do you like casserole?"

"Sounds nice."

"Dad makes the best one." Sarah set out the plates and glasses. “I wonder, Y/N, how did you meet? You and dad. He hasn't said anything about you before.”

"Oh!" you glanced quickly at Joel, but he wasn't paying attention to you at all, busy with something in the kitchen, he was obviously having a good time. "At the bar. We met at the bar. Your dad spilled a drink on me."

"Dad! Really?" the girl laughed. "I'm surprised you even wanted to talk to him afterward."

"Me too."

You saw Joel smirk to himself.

Dinner was truly delicious, and the conversation and laughter shared made all your tension before coming to this house seem like a long time ago. When you went to dessert, Sarah said that her neighbor had asked her for help with something very important and she had to leave.

"You haven't told me anything." Joel was surprised, watching his daughter take her ice cream bowl to the sink.

“It literally popped out.” she replied, "But you have company, right? Y/N will definitely stay for a while."

She looked at you expectantly.

"I..."

"Great! I'll be back late."

You only heard the door slam and silence fell in the house. Joel shook his head in disbelief and laughed softly.

"It's not funny." you said, but you started giggling "Did she just leave us here on purpose?"

"I think so." Joel scratched his chin, his eyes looked wonderful as he smiled, "Listen, I wanted to... Shit."

"It's okay, Joel." he looked at you with relief "Really, it's okay. It was a really nice evening, I had fun and ate something really good. And you have a wonderful daughter."

"Yeah, I don't know who she got it from."

"I can guess."

Why did he have to be so cute? Back in the bar, you saw that he was a handsome and nice guy, but this home setting was even more captivating. You talked completely freely, laughed and joked, it was good.

"I'll help with the dishes." you said when the silence was getting a little long.

"You don't have to."

"No, it's fine." you started collecting the plates. “At least this is how I can repay you for dinner.”

You took the dishes to the sink and turned on the tap, but you only had time to wet your hands when you felt him right behind you. Like a warm wave that stopped on your body.

"Leave it." he muttered, turning off the tap.

His lips brushed against your neck and his hands rested on your hips, stroking them gently.

“Joel…” you whispered, but his voice silenced you again.

"Did you receive my message?" He asked.

"Yes."

He deftly turned you around so you were now standing in front of him. He was so close that his body almost radiated heat towards you. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

"You wore this dress on purpose, right?" his fingers began to slowly pull up the edge of it, "I think it's time for my dessert."

His lips barely grazed your chin before he crouched down in front of you and quickly pulled down your panties.

"Joel!" you whispered, leaning on the counter behind you and trying to grab onto the edge, "Sarah could come back at any moment! I don't think she will..."

"Shhh..." he silenced you by kissing your thigh gently, "She won't be back soon. We have time."

Something twisted in your lower abdomen as you felt his warm breath on your clit and then you felt his lips. You were already in a losing position.

Joel caressed your folds, teasing them with his tongue, and your knees slowly gave out. You didn't protest when his strong hand lifted your leg slightly and he put it over his shoulder. You were completely open to him now, and he had power over you.

He sucked your clit slowly as if he wanted to spend as much time between your thighs as possible. His free hand caressed your buttock as Joel's tongue began to tease your button.

“Jesus…” you sighed, trying to catch your breath.

Unconsciously, your hand went to his hair, slipping between it. His lips were driving you crazy, caressing and sucking, but when you felt him slide his tongue inside you...

"Baby, if you don't calm down, I'll have to find another way for you to be a little quieter." he purred and you started to hate him.

"Fuck you." you almost stammered as he slid two fingers inside you.

"I know you want this, but you have to wait."

He moved them back and forth slowly and methodically, his mouth was on your clit again and you knew you wouldn't last long. His fingers easily found your sweet spot, teasing it and driving you crazy. In an instant, his thumb began to make small circles on your button, and meanwhile his lips moved to the inner part of your thighs, kissing and biting them gently.

This was too much for you. In an instant, a wave of pleasure hit you and your legs trembled, and if it weren't for Joel, you were sure you would have collapsed to the floor. You tilted your head back.

“Fuuck…” you moaned, “Oh my…”

You couldn't say anything else because your heart was pounding like crazy in your chest. Joel slowly put your leg down and stood up, rubbing his hand over his mouth as if he had just eaten a really delicious meal. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"You’re horrible." you said.

"But you like it." he replied, taking your face in his hands and kissing you tenderly.

You could taste yourself on your tongue, but there was something arousing about it. He stood so close you could feel his bulge in his jeans. Your hands found the belt on his pants and began to undo it.

"More?" he asked and you just nodded quickly.

His strong hands tightened on your buttocks as Joel lifted you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist, but he only took a few steps, sitting you on the small dresser. He did it too fast and too hard, and in an instant a box with keys and several books fell to the floor.

"Joel!" you squealed, hitting your back against the wall.

"Later."

Your lips are crushed again. He acted like he was hungry for you, and that turned you on even more. Joel unzipped his pants and you saw his cock fully ready.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you muttered as he pulled a condom from his pocket and smoothly put it on.

"What if?" your legs landed on his forearms and the head of his cock at the entrance to your pussy. “I don't regret anything.”

"Me too."

Taking advantage of how wet you were, Joel slid into you in one quick movement. You wrapped your fingers tightly around his shoulders, feeling yourself stretch to take something so big inside you.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, closing his eyes. "So fucking good. You're so fucking good, baby."

He leaned in to kiss you and his hips began to move. This time it wasn't slow and sweet. The thrusts were strong, you felt the dresser beneath you move rhythmically and your back rubbed against the wall. His cock was so deep inside you and Joel made sure you couldn't move.

"When I saw you today, in that store..." he panted between thrusts, "I already got hard then. Fuck, I was thinking about you all this time."

"About me or my pussy?" you asked cheekily and Joel smiled slyly.

"About both." he replied.

He did it on purpose. One hard push and you felt your head bounce slightly against the wall as he pinned you against it. Whatever was still on the dresser was already on the floor at that point. The vein in his neck was prominent, his breathing was quick and shallow, you knew he was close, just like you.

His thumb landed on your clit and he started rubbing it quickly.

"Come on, baby. I want to feel you." he panted, "I want to feel you squeeze me."

And you did it. You came, gripping his arms so tightly that he must have bruised that spot later. Joel was right behind you. A few quick strokes and he came with a loud moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he breathed deeply.

"God..." he moaned, "You're amazing."

"Just like you."

You stroked the back of his neck as he slowly lowered your legs to the floor. He was so sweetly out of breath that you smiled as you looked at him. Messy hair, shiny eyes. Too perfect.

“I'm thinking…” he started as he zipped up his pants and helped you get off the dresser safely, “Maybe you'd like to go on a date with me?”

"Are you dating, Joel?" you laughed, straightening your dress.

"With you I could."

"I don't know. Will there be kissing?"

He laughed and pulled you closer to him.

"I can offer you even more than just kissing."

"I don't know who taught you manners, Joel, but I'm a decent girl. Hey!" you jumped when he pinched your buttock.

"Yeah, I just saw it."

This time it was you who took his face in your hands and kissed him hard. This date was really promising.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

#joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller x you

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cattlemons · 10 months ago

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hi :)) a bit of a personal request but could i get wanderer comfort for a fem or g/n reader? (your choice) i have a...difficult relationship with my father. when he's sad/angry/upset he usually takes his frustration out on me by yelling at me and calling me names and other hurtful things. then when i cry he tells me that I'm pretending to be a victim, and blames me entirely for his feelings. i just had a sitution like this earlier tonight so its on my mind :) anyway, could i get wanderer comfort for a situation like this? or if this is too specific maybe where reader just doesn't get along with their father? thanks sm <33333

A Salve For Unhealed Wounds

TW: Toxic dad, name calling by a parental figure, emotional distress and familial conflict, crying in public, there's a swear word in there, 1,5k words

a.n. Nonnie, sorry for the wait :( I had an exam and couldn't be on here at all (also left you a short message at the bottom)

It happened again.

The man you were supposed to trust with your life yelled at you again. Your heart aches at the implication that the weight of his love for you changes depending on the emotion reigning his mind and heart. Your mind crumbles when it recollects the words he spat out so easily when red paints his iris.

It wouldn’t have hurt as much if he’s always this way. It hurts because you’ve seen the smile that escapes his guarded heart on rare occasions. You’ve also heard him say good things and do good deeds the way an honorable man would–when he’s not mad that is.

It’s unfair that he can’t always be that way with you.

You took off towards the Puspa Cafe, hoping the bustle of Sumeru evening would be the cooling salve you need to soothe your battered mood.

Yeah, that’s a good idea.

Entering the establishment, scents of coffee and spice filled your nostrils as ease settled between the spaces of your bones. The balmy yellow and brown hues greeted your weary state as the inviting warmth of the cinders burning in the oven beckons you to rest. You made the right call to come here tonight.

Or, so you thought.

Despite being on good terms with the otherwise lonesome man, you did not want to see the infamous hat guy; not tonight. It’s less about his presence and more about yours. The dynamic between the two of you is akin to that of a flying serpent and a scorpion. You’d take frequent jabs at each other, flinging teasing remarks and poking fun at one another but somehow, in a very weird roundabout way, there’s always a sincere sort of care behind it all.

Right now, however, you don’t think you have it in you to take what you know he can dish. You did get lucky and got a secluded seat, you just hope he does not notice you here.

“What are you doing here, prickly bush,” he called out to you just as your train of thought chugged away to somewhere beyond the oak doors of the cafe.

Right, so much for peace of mind.

You turn towards him, the frown that began dissipating moments ago returning in full force. Grumbling before speaking, you let out, “Not today, please, I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh yeah, someone’s definitely a prickle bush right now.”

You were at a crossroads between telling him to leave and bursting into tired tears when he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Your eyebrows scrunched as he sat across you. You looked at him but his eyes were trained away from you, staring at some other patron sitting at the wooden bar just a bit away from the both of you.

Since when was he a caring man?

Your thoughts and confusion settle into a prolonged silence. You half expected him to grumble out an insult along the lines of “Are your ears clogged” or “Need help finding a hearing aid” but he, surprisingly, sat still; eyes now hopping over to a woman by the door having a conversation with a balding man.

Is he patient now? What kind of patron-saint bullshit is he pulling?

Not that you’re complaining, though. You much prefer this despite the weirdness of it all; or rather the newness.

“I’m fine–”

“Don’t lie, if you can’t lie,” he interrupts as he points at your fingers curling in on each other.

He sure is perceptive when you don’t want him to be.

Silent gathers the both of you in its arms once more as you think of a response to give to him. He’s being kind right now but you don’t feel like divulging everything to him. Your friendship is just beginning to stand on two feet. It’s taking baby steps at best. You don’t want to scare him away by dumping all your shit on him. By the abyssal name, he probably carries more baggage than you and you don’t see him throwing them around.

“You don’t have to tell me, don’t get all constipated just because I asked,” he said before continuing even softer, “You seemed down, just thought it’d be helpful to ask.”

Though you did not notice it at the time, your heart slowly began to lay down the walls you raised from the events that transpired earlier under the roof of your father’s house.

Perhaps, he can help.

The wanderer was about to take his leave when you whispered with a certain weariness he found familiar, “My father isn’t always a nice man.”

He sat back down as quickly as he could. He probably sat on one of the ornate hanging detailings of his hat or on that long sleeve of his but he couldn’t be bothered by it. Though his eyes look past you, you know his focus is solely on what you have to say.

So, you told him. At first, you tried to be as close to the baseline as possible, choosing to speak of the basic details but soon you choked up and told him everything. Your thoughts, your fears, even your longing for a better version of the father you wanted to look up to, bubbled out of your tired heart. As the night sky grows darker outside, you find yourself slightly teary-eyed as your long story comes towards its end.

Your eyes were still on your hands that laid on your lap, palms now sweaty from excessive nervous rubbing. You stole a glance at him and, just like you, he barely moved from his previous position. He’s still not looking at you, almost like he’s not listening at all but you know he is.

It took a beat or two, almost like he was waiting to see if you had more to say before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re kind, you know?”

What?

“I don’t get it. What do you mean ‘I’m kind’?”

“Just that. You’re kind, maybe even too kind.”

You fully looked up at him now to see that his eyes were already on you.

“I listened to you tell me about the horrible things that man says to you and, yet, you still call him by a title he doesn’t deserve,” before you can question him, he answers, “A dad.”

You’re silent as he continues, “This cruel world decides to give him something so precious and he decides to lie and say all these shitty things. He’s not a good man but he’s dumb too if he’s got something so precious and decides that the best course of action is to call it untrue names. Does he not realize the power a name holds?”

Wet droplets stain your hands and lap as tears fall from your eyelids, lungs heavy, and muscles sagging.

Taking a look at his surroundings he sighs before taking his hat off and placing it on you.

“I’m sure you don’t want anyone seeing you like this and speaking about it tomorrow, here.”

The tenderness of his voice and action winds your heart up as more choked sobs gurgle out of your throat.

Your neck tightens in protest as you try to speak but you fight the pain of your contracting muscles as you force out, “On a good day I… I know that he's lying… but sometimes I can’t help but think he’s right,” you sniffled and let a wave of uncontrollable sobs pass you by before continuing, “I mean there’s only so much… so much… I can deny before something false starts feeling real.”

Your admission broke the puppet's imaginary heart as he wills himself to hold back his instinct to swing insults and fists at your father. Instead, he chose to let what he supposes are comforting words drown your sorrow. It’s rigid and almost primal the way he tries to soothe your sadness but it's tender and warm in its own way, just as he is.

“Are you… are you sure he’s wrong? How can you… you be so sure?”

The staccato of your unsure question is met with unwavering eyes as he nods.

“I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said what I said otherwise.”

You hid your face with your hands as your back slumped forward. The wanderer could see the heaving of your shoulders and he could only comfort you by repeating his praise for you. Much like a devotee chanting his faith, he whispered kind words in hopes that by repeating it, you will believe this too. He hopes he’s done enough to override the names your father engraved into you with angered frowns, at least temporarily. The road to recovery winds away and is far from linear but he's ready to accompany you if you want him to.

As you continue to let out the emotions you thought dried up years ago, you hear him say, “Even if you forget again, just tell me and I’ll remind you that you’re nice, you’re smart and you’re so, so kind.”

Nice, smart, and kind huh?

You don’t think you can believe it right now but slowly, you hope you will.

Part two (not really that intertwined but I made it with the same characters in mind) To Nonnie, I'm sorry you have to go through this. I hope this little piece of fiction brings you some comfort, even if it might not fully capture what you're feeling. If there's anything more I can do to help or if you just need someone to talk to, please let me know.

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signed, yours always | marauders

September 4, 1971

Tomorrow is a full moon. Dumbledore assured me that it would be alright, that I have nothing to worry about because they have thoroughly prepared for a case like mine. A 'case', he said, which was curious.

My Mum and Dad were so worried about letting me go to Hogwarts but Dumbledore insisted that I would be safe here, that given my condition I have to be around my peers for some 'normality'. That's the exact term he used.

I remember every word said.

I can feel it again. My skin is tingling and I can hear across the Great Hall during meals, Hufflepuff conversations that are too far away but I can hear them so well.

It will be my first full moon at Hogwarts. I got into Gryffindor, though I am not sure if I belong. These kids are lions who roar proudly and loudly meanwhile I am too worried about every move I make.

What if I say something wrong and they find out I'm a monster?

I'm not alone though. Another bloke, Sirius Black is upset about his sorting. He thinks his family will kill him, I am not sure if he means it literally. He's weird.

He always walks around with that confident and smug look on his face, much like his friend James Potter. Two pureblood rich kids, I ought to stay away from them.

The only decent one so far is Peter Pettigrew who didn't care at all for my existence, I prefer that.

The food is very delicious at Hogwarts and the lessons are fun so far, I can't wait to learn more. Dumbledore let it slip that there are books about people like me, I will visit the library soon.

I have to stop writing now. Black is watching me from his bed, looking like he wants to ask me what I'm writing. I will never tell him.

Don't worry, I asked Dumbledore to help me charm this journal so only I can read it. Even if he tried he won't be able to.

I'll stop writing now before he gets more curious.

September 5, 1971

Everything hurts. I wanna die.

My whole body feels like it got beaten up. It reminds me of the time during muggle school when a bunch of boys called me a "sissy" and told me my scars were freaky.

I scratched my back this time. It was a big one that had Madam Pomfrey very worried. She's nice.

She gives me chocolates. I like her.

Professor McGonagall also helped last night, they took me to some place and kept me in there all night. I am not sure. I was too feverish to remember.

Is that the right word? That's what Madam Pomfrey used. I am not too sure, some words the adults use are too difficult to write and understand.

I can't pretend to know what they mean so I just stay quiet while they talk around me.

I missed classes today. I feel bad. I want to learn more.

Maybe if I learn more magic, I can feel like I really belong here.

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princess-glassred · 4 months ago

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@cwcthzl sorry to @ you again but I thought of more hijinks for Stanley and Richie to get up to in the freaky friday au and i thought it'd be weird to dm em.

•Adorable montage of them teaching each other how to act more like they normally do.

•When Richie arrives for Stanley's fancy admissions dinner Donald and Andrea try to introduce him to the stuffy school dean very first thing, but Richie makes a bee line for the table, plops his ass down with a menu, and says "Yeah, yeah whatever- do you think they serve chicken nuggets here?".

•Richie tries to nervously push up his glasses but he forgets hes stan so he doesnt have glasses and accidentally pokes himself in the eye out of nowhere and causes a scene.

•"Sorry! Sorry! I guess I'm kinda.... just not myself today."

•Then when Donald and Andrea point out that the old guy sitting across from him is the dean Richie folds IMMEDIATELY. "Oh my god, Mr. School Dean sir, i am SO sorry- i didn't mean to sit down and not introduce myself to you and- oh no don't shake my hand, i forgot to wash my hands when i left the bathroom.... uhm i don't NORMALLY do that, i was just very excited to get out here and meet you so i... forgot.".

•Donald tries to goade Richie into talking about birds since he thinks that'll impress the dean Richie has to pretend like he gives a fuck about birds. The dean asks richie what his favorite bird is and richie freaks and says "pigeon.". "Pigeons? Just pigeons?". "Yeah well they poop on big city guys and i think that's pretty funny.".

•When the conversation turns to talking about numbers richies like. "Oh yeah, i love numbers, i love math, i'm good at calculating things. Did you know that 6 × 4 is 24? I'm serious, look it up if you don't believe me."

•At one point richie calls stans mom and dad "madre and padre" and they're so fucking confused.

•After the bomb of an admissions lunch richie feels terrible, so he wants to do something really nice for Stan. So he takes his allowance and goes shopping for stan some nice clothes, and NOT JUST CLOTHES RICHIE THINKS ARE NICE. He really does try to find stan something nice that fits his personality, but also gets stan out of his comfort zone! He wants him to look nice, not ridiculous.

•He also uses this as an oppertunity to wear some sunglasses because Richie's never actually gotten the chance to wear sunglasses. Prescription ones are too expensive, but now as stan he can flip em up like every stereotypical cool dude in the movies.

•When Stan sees his new look he's utterly horrified. Richie didn't even cut his hair or anything, he's just wearing sunglasses and some new clothes. When stan asks "what did you DO to me??" Richie just says "it's called color stanley, and you happen to look great in it. It's not the great depression anymore, we're allowed the luxury of dyes.".

•Stan also got his drivers license before Richie, because, lets face it, richie doesnt belong behind the wheel ever. So Richie gets to drive as Stan and stan is very upset by this.

•Richie also tries to slick stan's hair down with some gel but it just will NOT. STAY. SLICKED. DOWN. it's like stans medusa but instead of snakes he just had sentient locks of hair! It's like trying to wrap up an entire uncurled ball of yarn, it's impossible. The hair has a mind of it's own and it will not abide by what Richie thinks is cool.

•Richie also finds out that, despite stan being incredibly neat and detail orientated and tidy, there is one designated spot of Stan's room he keeps dirty, and that is a bed side table that's FILLED with just random junk stan can't bear to part with. Richie is utterly scandalized to know tidy ass stan has a hoarder drawer, and the stuff he hoardes isn't even really important stuff-- at least not at a first glance. He has a box of expired pasta, a case of broken hairtyes, a tape recorder with all the buttons fallen off and... a really ugly necklace richie made him when they were in second grade. It's got a bunch of tacky mismatched beads and it's so not Stanley's style, but... he didn't throw it out :,).

•Richie runs into Henry Bowers at one point (this is one of those no juniper hills aus) and he starts bullying him for being jewish and all richie can think while it's happening is. "Jeez, his jew jokes are way less funny than mine".

•Meanwhile Stan is confronted with his worst challenge yet: Hanging out in Richie's disgusting room. Eugghhh.

•Seriously the place is a jungle and it makes him long for when he woke up with blurry vision and couldn't see anything.

•Stan asks Maggie and Wentworth what's the cleanest spot in the whole house because "he cannot focus in such mess" and both very surprised. Richie's never talked like that before, and he has always been very insistent that he liked having his room a pig stye because it was easier to find everything. Now they see Richie walking around his room like he's manuevering through a mine field, but instead of land mines it's dirty underwear. Yuck!

•Also when they first woke up in each others bodies and were freaking each other out Stan accidentally stepped onto something wet and mushy feeling and, without even looking down, asked Richie. "Richie. What am i standing in right now? -_-". "Uhhhh, the pizza i had in here since fourth of July." "...." "...." "You should probably change your socks." "You're right Richie, which ones should i use? The ones that smell like sweat or the ones with black on the bottom? Oh you actually have a clean pair? Well my oh my the surprises never stop do they?".

•When he goes on his date with Connor he takes off Richie's glasses in an attempt to read the menu but ofc it just looks like blurry smudges. Stan just groans and says "Oh he's actually fucking blind- well this stinks.".

•Stanley forcing himself to like Connor goes pretty terribly. He could not give less of a crap about this dude, and the fact Connor has such a fuckin ego about himself makes it worse. Stan isn't someone who giggles and fusses over another person, especially not someone he doesn't like. Ofc he still loves his friends but he doesn't melt from flattery like Richie and he also has no interest in essentially being this dudes cheerleader. But he has to be Richie now, and Stanley's only frame of reference for him and Connors relationship is obsessively onesided cuteness from Richie. So alas... "Wow Connor. You're so... nice. Your arms are really... wow, and your teeth. They're so... clean. I can tell you brushed today.... tehee. -_-".

•When Stanley is hanging out with the rest of the losers he and Eddie have a disagreement about something really tiny and everyone's like "omg, here come the fireworks! Time for the to start squabbling!" and then they just don't. Stanley calmly gets out of the hammock and let's him have it, much to their sheer horror.

•Also when they are first getting used to each other's bodies Richie will not stop making ugly faces or doing weird poses at Stan to annoy him. He even does the robot at one point and Stan's mortified. There ain't shit he can do about it tho other than whine and complain, which isn't all too different from Stan normally.

•Bill is feeling down about random life troubles and he asks Stan if he can tell him a joke to cheer him up. Stan scratches the back of his neck and shuffles his feet all awkwardly, then settles on. "What did the bunny say to the other bunny? Don't be mad be hoppy. You see it's really funny because bunnies don't know how to talk.".

•Stan and Richie try to run back to the Jade of the Orient and talk to the lady that swapped their bodies, but when they get there multiple people are screaming at each other in chinese because they already know what happened and they're not happy. It's oddly reassuring to know SOMEONE is freaking out as much as they are, but Richie points out to stan that they're actually making fun of them while they do it. "Really Richie? I never knew you spoke mandarin." "I don't." "Then how do you know?" "Because that lady is cupping her hands around her eyes to make fun of my glasses and that other lady just straightened her posture to make fun of the way you stand." "...Oh." "Yeah..." "...Wait, am I crazy or are they immitating our voices too?" "-_- Yep.".

•Richie eats some fast food and Stan proceeds to have a heart attack over it.

•When Stan tries to tell his friends he's actually Stan and not Richie they all just laugh and assume it's another one of Richie's stupid bits. The more he doubles down the more the losers think he's just joking. Then when Stan tries to point out his vocabulary is totally different the losers are just like "yeah! Your impressions are getting so much better!".

•They try to switch back a number of ways, making a wish, prayer to multiple different types of god, deal with the devil, literally just running at each other and slamming their heads together. Nothing works.

#it 2017 #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #gay clown movie #it stephen king #it 2019 #stanley uris #richie tozier #stozier

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sweetnerrose · 3 months ago

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Wattpad : sweetnerrose

SUNKISSED

Mia's move to the wealthy side of the island drives a wedge between her and her friends. She insists she's still the same, but when a certain Kook boy enters the picture, she can't ignore the shift in her perspective.

a snippet from my new rafe fanfic! go check it out!

The next day was the same as the first, taking our old things out of boxes and finding a spot for them. Today we focused on the downstairs, the living room and kitchen. The two biggest places in the house. But Mom wouldn't let me do much, she had a 'system' that I apparently didn't conform to.

Everytime I put something somewhere she would complain, "No not there, move it over here." or "Just let me do it." She did practically everything.

After a while I got fed up and walked outside, stumbling upon my Dad and a faintly familiar man in the driveway, shaking hands.

I turned around to go back inside, not feeling like I needed to be introduced to anyone right now, but my Dad caught me before I could sneak away.

"And there's my oldest, Mia." He pointed to me, so I had to walk over.

The middle aged man standing across from my Dad smiled friendly and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. Are you..Sarah's age maybe?"

I took his hand and tried to be friendly back, "Sarah?"

"Sarah Cameron, my daughter?" He clarified.

Then the information clicked in my head. This was Ward Cameron, one of the most powerful men on the island. Even the pogues knew about him. And Sarah, the Kook princess, was widely known too. Her brother Rafe didn't come around the pogues often, so I didn't know much about him other than his better than everyone attitude.

"Oh! Yes, Sarah. We're the same age." I nodded my head, feeling stupid for not catching on sooner.

My Dad put his arm around me and continued talking to Ward. Why was he here? There had to be a reason for him to come and say hello, Kooks never did something just for the hell of it. They always had a purpose. Ecspecially when it came to pogues, and technically, in all the ways that matter, my family were still pogues.

"Well, I just wanted to welcome the new neighbors."

Neighbors?

"We're heading to the country club, do you play golf?" He gestures to the black truck behind him, talking to my dad.

I peek around Wards frame to find his son in the front seat. He's looking the other way, not paying attention to the conversation going on. It gives me a chance to look at him, Rafe who I've barely been around and don't plan to be around now either.

He has broad shoulders and light hair, tan skin that's darker than most, and he fills out the seat of the car. He must be tall. He has a backwards cap on, too. Looking very frat boy.

Then he turns around, looking our way. His eyes land on mine and I know I've made a mistake.

He thinks I was checking him out.

A slight smile starts to spread across his face but I make myself look away from him. I don't care if I look guilty. I don't need this attention from the one kook I should stay away from.

Ward starts to retreat back to the car and I listen back into the conversation. Blocking out Rafes stare.

"We should play sometime, then." Ward suggests, stepping off of the pavement and onto the road.

"That would be great." My Dad waves to the stranger.

"I'll see ya." Ward opens the door and Rafe shifts gears, placing both hands on the wheel.

He gives one last look my way. I can feel my cheeks heat but I pretend not to notice him.

"See ya." My Dad says his last goodbye and turns around toward the house.

I hear the truck drive off but I don't turn around. I force myself not to.

That was so weird.

"Who knew we were neighbors with the Cameron's?" Dad jokes, opening the door for me.

"Funny." I cross my arms and head back inside.

Mom finished the whole kitchen by 2:00. Then she gave me and her a new assignment, one I really didn't want to do.

"Why do we need a country club membership, though?" I sigh, twisting my bracelets around my wrist in the front seat of the car.

"Because, your brother can play tennis or golf there. You can too! And the events held there are invite only, if we want to fit in we have to play our part." She reasons as we pull into the packed parking lot.

We were going here just to a buy a membership and show that we were embracing our new lifestyle, I wasn't dumb. My Mom cared more about public opinion than she cared to admit. I couldn't blame her though.

I would be lying if I said I never thought about it either.

I walk in behind my Mom, who automatically blends in. She knows so many kooks because she works at one of the more popular boutiques in town. Where my Dad is a construction worker, my Mom knows how to sell expensive things to rich people.

I get a few dirty looks from passing girls in tennis skirts, whispering under their breath. While my Mom has the longest conversation in the world with the front desk worker, I get anxious standing in front of all the judgmental eyes.

How can they even tell I'm a pogue?

"I'm going to the bathroom," I tell my Mom and she nods.

I don't even know where the bathroom is but after wandering down a hall that is definitely not the bathrooms, I give up on finding them at all. When one of the doors opens I get ready for another mean look and stare down at my phone.

Except it wasn't another mean girl.

"Hey, new girl." The voice is deep and laced with amusement.

I look up to find Rafe Cameron staring down at me.

Shit.

"I'm not new." Is all I can think to say.

"No?" He cocks his head to the side, sticking his tongue against his cheek.

"I've lived here my whole life." I was getting nervous.

"Not on this side of the island. Need me to show you around?" He leans down a bit and smiles.

Is he flirting with me?

Doesn't he know I'm a pogue?

I crack a small smile, just at the absurdity of Rafe acting like this towards me.

"Do you want to?" I play along and he smiles wider.

"I'll do whatever you want me to." His voice gets deeper and makes my stomach churn with nerves.

Why was I nervous?

Why was I even talking to him?

"Do you even know my name?" I drop the act but he doesn't seem to realize.

"Of course I do." He crosses his arms, making his biceps grow bigger.

I don't look at them though. At least I try not to.

I smile, "Then what is my name?"

Rafe straightens and starts to laugh. He doesn't seem thrown off that I'm a pogue. He's not giving me mean stares like the other people in here, he's actually trying to flirt with me.

Somehow, it's surprising.

Or maybe he is a bigger player than I thought?

He grabs the phone out of my hand and I'm not fast enough to stop him.

I faintly murmur, "Don't.." but he doesn't listen.

Once he's done typing, he hands it back to me with a smile. "There you go."

I don't have the chance to say anything before someone calls his name. He looks down the hallway but I don't follow the motion, my eyes stay on his.

What the hell is this?

"Bye, Mia." He says before side stepping me and walking down the hallway.

I stay frozen in place. So, he did know my name.

I turn on my phone and go to my contact list. Sure enough, his number is in there under his name.

I can't help but wonder what my friends would think about this. But it's not like I'm the one who was flirting with him, he started it.

Boys have never shown a big interest in me before. Ive only kissed one other guy at a party once. I've never been one to flirt with someone. That's more of Kiara's thing.

She tells me all the time that if I would just give someone a chance then things might be different.

But I definitely was not giving Rafe a chance. No matter how good he looked.

I was in my room, freshly showered and watching The OC when a text chimes. I thought it might be the pogues because they haven't called with any updates on the compass thing. When I excitedly turn over my phone to see the notification, my stomach twists.

It's Rafe.

Mia

Is all that he says, so I respond.

Rafe.

You ever been to a kook party?

I respond : Are you inviting me?

It's at Toppers place.

You should come.

I think about it then type:

Maybe I will.

For some reason I'm feeling brave. This whole Rafe thing has me curious, no matter how much he intimidates me. Plus, I do want to at least try to get along with my new neighbors. If I show the other kooks that I'm willing to go to parties with them, they might be more inclined to at least pretend to like me.

I don't think I can handle all the mean glares for the rest of my life.

I debate on texting Kie about it but she's probably busy. And I know she will say it's a bad idea.

Kie isn't the type of person to give second chances so freely. Once her opinion is made up, it's hard to change it. She's already written off all kooks, even though she is one herself.

But I want to try to make this work for my Mom. I don't want to feel so out of place. So I jump out of bed and get changed.

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe fanfiction #outer banks #fanfiction #wattpad

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 1 year ago

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Do you have ideas for how the Angel and The Prototype ship would occur and progress? (Like, who would get feelings for who first, who would they get advice from, how the toys would react, if it would be an even bigger romcom than Dogday and Catnap…)

FINALLY, MY TIME HAS ARRIVED.

Angel x Prototype in the Everyone Is Saved AU first starts after Angel finds a nice house for all the toys to live in. After everyone is moved out and settled in, Catnap convinces Prototype to leave the abandoned factory. Prototype reluctantly agrees, making sure to grab every single document he can find with him. I know Prototype is known by the authorities because Angel had to tell them about him, but not by the general public. When he leaves Playtime, it's a very quick and effective escape and into a small hut outside the farm.

This new place is way smaller than Playtime, physically wise, but it feels so much better in every way possible. Prototype is weirded out by everything at this point, even the sound of the toys playing with each other and talking like normal kids and young adults would do instead of trying to hunt each other for food like before. Elliot's mind is full, all the memories from the toys he absorbed together with his own, and now his brain finally has time to work out through the +10 years of trauma. He dissociates a lot, his hallucinations get weirder, all the good stuff about dealing with trauma, and the only ones who are there for him are Catnap and Angel.

Oh, Angel...

So we all can agree that Angel is also suffering from PTSD, right? And on top of that, they're taking care of +80 kids! Yeah some of them are young adults, but from Angel's POV those are still THEIR kids, and they have no idea how they work. Except Prototype does, and thus their relationship evolves from merely two adults desperate to give a better life to monster toys to two adults having no fucking idea what they're supposed to do for them. Prototype feels like he will never be able to repay for his sins, Angel feels like they'll never be able to provide everything the kids need. So one day Angel stays up late in Prototype's hut just talking about the toys, with Proto/Elliot also talking about them, and the two just go "this feels so overbearing, right?", and the other agrees.

When Prototype's relationship with Catnap finally gets better when they have some important conversations about the decade-long post Hour of Joy, there's a notable shift in his behavior, because now that he feels like he has his kid back it's like things can indeed be better. Cue to Angel getting better at dealing with the other toys, and as months go by their bond becomes stronger and more than just "hey the kids gave me a lot of work today and I need to drink/smoke, i'll stay at your hut so I won't be a bad example to them".

The really good stuff hits only after Poppy finds out that Prototype = Elliot Ludwig = her actual dad, because it's Angel grabbing Proto around and going "TALK. WITH. YOUR. KIDS", and it's the first time in decades since someone ever did that to him, because who in their right mind would bicker with a monster like HIM? And then Angel does exactly that. Smacks him with a newspaper and demands him to get his shit together instead of spiraling further into depression.

Somewhere during the months where Prototype is being promoted to parent #2 by each toy, one by one, is when Angel realizes that their friendship is getting a bit Funky(tm), but they just. Ignore it. Two years post-Playtime Co. go by and Angel is just there like "what I feel for parent #2 is entirely platonic and I do not think of him as anything else than a friend at all hahaha it would be weird right. Because he still talks to me about how he misses his wife (they divorced each other +70 years ago) and how he feels like he failed literally everyone important to him. I mean he didn't fail me what I see is just a guy struggling to be better and honestly I'm worse than him and- oh wait What" until like, they go to a family trip and Prototype decides to stay behind to watch over the farm, and Angel misses him way more than they think they would just miss a dear friend, and it's not just because he helps them with the kids.

Anyways Angel is panicking in all levels except physical when one day Prototype is talking with Catnap and Poppy (they're having a three-toy "tea party" because Pop wanted them to have a small family gathering) and she looks at him in the eye(s) and says "dad, are you sure you don't feel anything else for Angel?", and Proto is just "why are you asking me that???". Cue to Catnap staring at him like

And then Prototype realizes it's not very normal kind of platonic two months later when Angel, as per usual, is called by a scammer. And, as per house protocol, all the toys immediately go to the living room as Angel says "hold up, can you talk to my husband for a moment?" and gives Prototype the phone and tells him to do his thing and annoy the scammer. And Prototype feels weirdly a tiny bit too happy about pretending to be someone else's husband.

At this point the other toys are eyeing the two of them and going "no way..." as the two IDIOTS show them that yeah, yeah, they're witnessing the second romcom of the house, after Catnap and Dogday's telenovela-level worthy levels of drama. Some of them, like Kickin and Dogday himself, think it's no big deal, just two people being friendly, that's all, and then some time later Prototype accidentally sleeps over Angel's room during a thunderstorm (Angel is afraid he'll get struck by lightning so he stays in the main house for safety), and Angel, a genius Made In Brazil, decides to sleep in their room anyways because why not, Proto is just giving free teddybear vibes.

Proto wakes up and just accepts his fate (he's happy with that). Angel is half-asleep and very content with the setup.

... Anyways. Next day goes by, surprise surprise, the family's cuddle pile for movie night now has Prototype added to it, and it's not because Angel sleeps better when he's around. Nope.

Poppy and Catnap are considering start doing some bets to see how long it'll take their parents to realize It's Not Normal Platonic Anymore(TM) at this point, and are unimpressed when Prototype goes to them, sighs, and agrees that Poppy indeed was right. Meanwhile Angel has NO IDEA what to do because it's Prototype/Elliot, no way they have a chance, they'll just end up ruining their little weird family structure, and Dogday and Mommy Long Legs calm them down.

Bobby Bearhug and Craftycorn are working with the other toys to see if they can make Angel realize they need to do something, because Prototype is NOT going to do ANYTHING because his therapy is going strong but his communication issues are stronger. Hoppy and Picky know all about it and try to make Prototype do something about it, while Kickin and Bubba are Dissapointed But Not Surprised at the Situationship going on. "Guess Dogday and Catnap aren't the only ones with communication issues...", they agree, not realizing they also have communication issues. Mommy Long Legs is losing her fucking mind because HOW can one household have SO MANY IDIOTS RUNNING AROUND AND WHY ARE HER ADOPTIVE PARENTS LIKE THAT. AAAAAA. It's good drama tho.

Poppy tasks herself with keeping tabs on what's happening between her two parents. Catnap is watching in the background like "stop being so dramatic over this, Pop, they're working adults, they sure can talk". He may or may have not be gathering information to share with the old ladies at the church he goes to, because those girls LOVE Angel and are all curious as to how their relationship with the kids' "second parent" going. Catnap never tells them much asides from "my mother is, once again, terrible at communication, but has been doing well", but even he starts getting a bit impatient at one point.

Prototype and Angel's big telenovela-level worthy of romance drama lasts a few months, mostly because they both need lots of time with themselves in order to figure out what to do, and also mostly because at some point Angel is pretty content with just being Prototype's non queerplatonic/romantic partner. They're just going with the flow, initial anxiety being left behind and all of that.

Also Angel is a really big freaking dumbass, because Prototype's way of affection is through pampering, and he has been pampering Angel for MONTHS at this point and our human just didn't notice it's not platonic pampering. Prototype gets them more than one flower bouquet and Angel is just "oh this will be very nice for the house, Bobby and Long Legs love red roses!", and he keeps giving them the bouquets because it makes Angel happy, thus making him happy.

No, Elliot doesn't realize Angel is also stupid. He just tries to flirt like it's the 1930s while Angel is flirting like "haha what if we were married. Just kidding! Unless...?"

I think Angel doesn't exactly confess to Prototype in a traditional way. One night they're both chilling at either the hut or Angel's room after a long day and Angel gathers the courage to ask him what they even are. "You're the children's Parent, and I am Elliot Ludwig". Angel reworks their question to be "I don't think we're just platonic friends anymore".

"Do you want to be more?", Prototype asks, hopeful. Angel pauses, then agrees. "Then we can be more". After some talk they settle on either queerplatonic or romantic - I don't know which one would work best, but I think they aren't just platonic or just romantic. Angel and Prototype understand and respect each other a lot, and their relationship, for me, can't be defined with a simple "it's romance" definition. They're just them, and that's what matters.

Also Prototype goes "I WAS TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION FOR MONTHS!" and Angel goes "I WAS REFERRING TO YOU AS MY HUSBAND ALL THE TIME AND YOU JUST THOUGHT I WAS JOKING AND BEING A SMARTASS????"

... Also Angel can wear a ring now! Prototype as well. They tell the kids about their new Situationship and Poppy very happily says "I won our bet!" to Catnap. Everyone else is glad for their parents but also their real-life telenovela is no more..,....

Anyways, I think this post is getting too long, I may share hcs about how their relationship works later, if anyone is interested!

#poppy playtime #save everyone au #poppy worldwide #the angel #experiment 1006 #poppy playtime prototype #i'll convert this entire fandom to love this crackship #c'mon everyone we can do it #also girl help???? i need a ship name!#angel x prototype

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