#but im hoping i can keep close with people from each for the long haul

[captainshyguy]

not to be a little melancholic but i've been thinking a bit about all the people that have come and gone in my general social circle like. not just irl, but online too. the close friends, who eventually left, and the ones on the outskirts, but were always there. at least, for a time. the people you never quite talked to, but were in your bubble, in your life, if just for a bit. the people who will only be icon, words on a screen to me. the people who will forever be 14 in my memories, because its all i have of them 

its just...its weird yknow? not even getting into social circles from school, friends you grew apart from, friends of friends of friends in your class that you had an odd connection with

but online its like. i’ve been in a few online communities in my time. the penguins of madagscar community on fanpop, one for the same fandom on deviantart, the agents of shield one here, then the maze runner, then star wars, then mario, then star wars again...i’d say ‘and hollow knight now’ but lets be honest, i haven’t made....many friends or even mutuals through it solely X]

i guess my point is like. all of these communities were different people. and over time, whilst i’ve generally stayed put (until i was physically the last one left, and jumped ship, like fanpop) people just. they left yknow? maybe it took a couple of months, maybe a couple of years, but they did, and its such an almost...odd thing to experience

im not saying people cant leave, not at all but it just made me think how many people i’ve known, how many i’ve been friends with, how many existed in my orbit. how many i only have pieces of. and i guess...how many people’s orbits i was in. the person i was in the past lives on through each and every one of then, and i have no idea what stuck. what’s their ‘luke’ memory, their takeway. heck, some of them wouldn't even have it by that name. 

one thing im glad about in a way is like. from each of the communities that like. meant something to me, i managed to grab a few people almost. a few that also dug their heels in, a few that are still in my orbit, however close or far, but they’re there. they’re posting actively or somewhat actively and i know where to find them. and thats nice 

it just makes me wonder sometimes yknow?? how many people currently in my circle, currently in my orbit, will eventually leave one day? who will stop posting, who’s icon i simply will never see again.

i do hope, with all my heart, that all the ones that i fell out of touch with are doing well 

(im musing about specific people under the read more, WILL get long kjdfhnd) 

from my primary/secondary school i dont have anyone exactly. the closest i have is one guy i was pretty fond of but not like. romantically. i follow his youtube and whilst i dont really watch the videos seeing his face pop up every now and again is nice. but man i do think back on those secondary school friends. funnily enough by the end whilst i liked my “official” best friends i honestly ended up more fond of others. sarah, priya, shriya, zarah, zi yu, kyle. danny, introducing me to treasure planet, hiding away with him and his friends to watch films in forgotten rooms when it was near the end of the year, then liam, of course, man..its weird he was my best friend in the first few years when i moved there, then we got put in different classes so we just didnt see eahc other much. but that fondness was always, always there. god, and jake....i wonder if he thinks back fondly to the two of us pretending to be transformers. i wonder if im still jazz to him. god, and then sophia, just, not even hanging out but having our little ‘hot buttered toast’ song. i hope thats the memory she has of me. (i haven’t even listed everyone from this part, and i couldnt! it was a 7-8 year period of my life! right during my brain developmental stages!!)

its weird i was in love with ryan for nearly three years. a lot of those memories are soured knowing one of my friends spread it around school and everyone secretly knew, (and looking back i was way out of his league like, morally lol) but still. maybe once or twice a year i’ll dream about him, and for a brief moment, im there, sitting with him in geography as he shows me magic tricks, during that period i do genuinely think he liked me too (before it wore off for him lol) and im still in love. 

from college, man....ewan was like. i have a feeling he was leading me on since he had a girlfriend lmao, and was just flirting for fun bc he saw i was shy and was trying to get me to react, but it never felt like bullying yknow? i dont think he was actively trying to make fun of me. so i dont know, it was nice, it felt nice and it still kinda does. 

khairun.....im so glad i still have her. i’m still a little gay for her. i remember sitting with her on the bus, riding for hours as we were on the geology trip, and she would ramble about the game of thrones video game and she’d squint so happily and her eyes would sparkle. she talks about dark souls now and i only see her messages, but i can still feel her enthusiasm. or tanisha and fatima, my other geology friends, my maze runner friends. seeing the scorch trials with fatima in the cinema. joking about newt and thomas with tanisha. sitting around the table with my actual friend group, in the big lounge chair reading the tolkien dictonary, joking about the flash with bindiya. sleeping around maddie’s house and playing would you rather. 

heck, i didnt even touch on teachers!!! teachers i connected with so much on a genuine level!!! mrs chambers, mr hauge, mr wrght, miss lloyd, mr hutchinson, miss petra, mrs young! mrs mohammed, mr santa maria, mr longdon, miss langley, mrs maize, miss davies. i know with teachers, the kids must start to blur together at a point. but i just....i hope, at least. with those first two, they’ll remember me, just a bit. i keep having dreams where im in my old school, and i try to find them., i’ve found mr hague a few times. but until about a month ago, whenever i got to geography, miss chambers was never there. im glad i finally found her. 

then fanpop...lexii, having the same birthday as me, talking with kait and roleyplaying as penguin ocs in high stakes situations. dating dylan fkjdngjdh, rigging the club’s presidential election. its weird, i dont have a lot of memories from this time. just....just people? people posting their ocs, people drawing ech others ocs. kaitlyn, anya, kait, dylan, lexii, imaneasel, mya, peacebaby, madascargirl, kate, starslight, imogen, tressa, sammi, crystal, cc, syliva, jasmine, hikari, amber,  yellow, steff, lilly, blue, richard, monique, sharpey, hannah, icicle, ratking, cian i- god, there was so many of us. theres more, i can think of more names. there was so many

anya did what i did pretty much and went to deviantart then kinda dug her heels in and didnt leave, though i don think she’s more active on toyhouse. and yet, i still see her art there, so its nice. having her throughout the years has been nice, watching as both of our art improves. she’s always been a bit ahead of me. then cian i’ve been talknig with pretty much every day for about 6 months now, thats been nice 

and then here, man! the agents of shield fandom! man! i dont remember a lot of names honestly besides the ones who stayed, and sam. i hope sam’s okay. y’all who stayed, who are still mutuals, the hm....five of us i think? though the one ofy’all i was closest to isnt around as often X[ but still. im happy y’all are here 

some of y’all that have been around long enoguh will know i was best friends with kacie for a while. from....i think that was my brief stint in the dan and phil fandom. she. well. she’s okay, the last i heard of her. but my overtalking screwed that up i think. my last message from her, a few years later, was amicable at least. i still feel awful about that if i think on it too hard

i think i only picked up ronan from the maze runner, at least, that i talk to, yeah, right, there’s two others that are still about but i dont think we’ve ever held a convo X] 

and u current peeps! from mario, star wars and.....im not quite sure where for some of you! i love u all! especially y’all that have been around forever, just, liking each others posts every now and again., i dont know how many people you all follow, but i follow less than a 100. i might only be a blip on your radar, but i like seeing y’all, genuinely. thank you for being in my orbit. i hope i’m a comforting or at least. nice reliable presence in yours, for as long as we all stick around.  

#and i just. i could go on!!! i could!!! so many peopek from school i knew even if just a tony bit #peopel in my classes whos last names are starting to escape me but the firsts are still there! #the people who's names are all but gone #but the faces are there #i just....god #where you make friends and go through school you meet so many people #so many!!!! #and then online friends and communities just expands on that exponentially!!! #so many people!!! #so many people live inside me!!! #and im a bit in love with a franction of them! just from the memories and nostalgia! #[insert quirrel voice here] all tragedy erased...i see only wonders #well. mostly gfkjdhndhjkfhdf #luke rambles #a BIG BOY RAMBLE TODAY MAN #i just. #this was on my mind all last night when i was trying to sleep #i am a little afraid of losing close communities im in now im not gonna life #*lie #but im hoping i can keep close with people from each for the long haul #becuase like. im not leaving tumblr until this palce suhts down dkjgnkgsgd #same with discord #with deviantart

[wizkiddx]

hiii!!! omg please please pleasee do a part two of 3 hearts broken cus it fucking slaps miss girl

part 2 to 3 broken hearts!!! ive been so 🥺 at all the lovely comments+interest pt 1 had so thanku all !

summary: serious serious angst again will tom somehow get it back (unlike looking cos boy is a fool)

warnings: again lots of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) / wayyyy too much tea / slating Dom abit (obvs fictional but idk if I like the guy sorry his opinions are :/) / commitment issues

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read part 1 here!!!!

That was three days ago now. Three days since you'd spoken to your boyfrien- well, Tom. It wasn't evident what the situation was.

The typical British weather brought with it the most ironic pathetic fallacy you could ever see. The clouds were dark and glooming, firing angry pellets of rain out as hard as they could. When you had pulled up on the roadside, it had just been a light drizzle but synchronised with your anxiety levels rising - so did the rain. When you finally opened up the car door, you threw your hoodie open with a sigh before running up the pathway to the front door.

It was the same burgundy red that you knew so well, but this time instead of just letting yourself in - you stood in the rain used the brass knocker thing twice. To be honest, you were hoping that no one was home - but in that house, it was pretty unlikely. After 30 seconds of getting drenched in the downpour, you were about to let yourself in with the spare key before the door swung open.

"Oh! Er Y/n?"

"Yeh um hi." You had to shout a bit over the sound of what must now be classified as a storm.

"Toms not-"

"I know. Can I come in?" As awkward and stunted as this conversation was, if you didn't get out of the rain asap you would literally end up drowned.

“Oh er yeh-yeh yeh come in.”

Harry stammered as he held the door open, gesturing for you to enter into the tiled hallway. Gratefully, you followed, throwing your sopping wet hood back down and wiping your feet on the floor.

"Sorry for just showing up, but I left some scripts here. My management are on my arse to read them and-"

"And you waited till Tom left for mum and dads?" The fluffy-haired boy has caught you red-handed; there was no defence, so you didn't even try.

Because yes, you knew on a Friday afternoon when Tom was home he would always, like clockwork, go to his parents just to kick back and watch gogglebox with both of them. It was only natural then that you chose Friday afternoon to come and pick up your stuff.

"I've been waiting in my car for half an hour till I saw him leave." Harry half laughed at that, still the two of you standing opposite each other in the hallway. "Um, do you… do you hate me Harry?"

Clearly, he hadn't quite been expecting your question going by the way his eyes almost bugged out his head.

"No, I-I, of course, I don't… look, I'm home alone so you fancy a cuppa?" Not being able to help the small chuckle, you nodded appreciatively, following Harry through the house.

"Your answer to everything is tea."

Harry had prepared the two mugs in silence as you sat at the table waiting patiently - if nervously too. You didn't miss how Harry had still used your favourite mug, having had to dig through the cupboard to find the weird square-shaped thing. Once done, he rounded the kitchen island and placed it in front of you, which you instantly cradled in two hands - for the hope of warming you up.

"You cold?" Obviously, it was pretty evident that sitting in your rain-soaked hoodie was not cosy at all. "Hang on a sec."

The boy sprung up again, returning moments later with a hoodie in hand, one he offered out to you with a little smile. The issue was that him and Tom shared clothes, so the hoodie he was kindly offering to you also had been worn by Tom before. Which made it hurt a little bit to wear. It was better than sitting soaked through though.

"How have you been then?"

"Not the best, to be honest, but uh… how about you?"

"Being with Tom while he's fighting with you? Oh, it's a barrel of laughs. You might've escaped it, but I haven't." He was trying to lighten the mood, and you appreciated it, offering him a half-smile that didn't really meet your eyes.

"Yeh sorry about that."

"Don't apologise; it doesn't sound like it's your fault Y/n."

That surprised you. Tom, especially when he was in moods like he was when you argued, wasn't one to admit when he was wrong. It was usually how the world was against him and how he was so hard done by. Accepting responsibility was something he hadn't said to you yet - but at least, small steps.

"He say that?"

"Pretty much… doesn't seem like he's angry at you, but-but he's still angry."

"At the world?" You rolled your eyes; this seemed to be the same old Tom through and through. Still immature. Still not with the right mindset.

"At himself." Harry countered, slightly entertained, when he saw the flash of surprise in your face as he sipped his drink. "And me… if I dare to so much as breathe this week."

This time you properly laughed, and Harry joined in too before the room fell back to silence - except the noise of the rain hitting the garden patio slats. You swirled the tea round in your mug, feeling the brunette's eyes on you. He'd always been your fake little brother too, since you'd met the Hollands way back 3 and a half years ago. Tom and yourself were barely adults, which meant the twins were still proper children. Harry had always been the one that understood you. Hollands, by nature, loved humans - loved to talk, to chat, to gossip. But sometimes, doing all that socialising got too much for you, as it did for Harry. He was the only one that seemed to understand social exhaustion. So when those moments had hit, you'd kept each other company in silence.

He got you, sometimes in ways your own boyfriend didn't.

"You know why he got so worked up, right?" You shook your head, looking up curiously. "Dad got under his skin on his birthday zoom thing."

Ah, now that did seem to coincide with the start of Tom's more petulant phase. To be fair, Tom had been asking to move in together for near enough a year now - but it was only in the past month it seemed to be the only thing you'd talk about and obviously only three days since the flight back. Dom's birthday barely a week ago, whilst you and Tom were both filming - except Tom had managed to get a day off where you hadn't. So you hadn't heard this conversation.

"What'd he say?"

"Was talking about how he and mum were settling down at Toms age, joked about how you rejected him, said maybe you were holding out for something better."

"Something better?" Harry sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows.

"He'd seen an article just off a trashy tabloid… it named you Hollywood's golden girl or something, said you could have the pick of any person on the planet…"

Of all the people in the world, why is Tom affected by shit journalism? He knows how much bullshit people write. He knows how it's all made up, exaggerated nonsense. And what he should know, completely and totally, is how much you love him. And if he didn't, was that your fault? Had you done something wrong, something to make him doubt you?

Harry seemed to notice the internal dialogue going on in your head, adding to the point. "It wasn't the article though, it was the fact dad said it."

Hmmm.

You and Dom got on; it wasn't like you hated the possible future father in law or whatever. Just…. you had very different outlooks. As much as Tom prided himself on how' grounded his family keeps him' -to you at least, they aren't entirely at sea level either. They'd never really had any particular struggles in life. They were the definition of middle class, and that's about it. They lived in a posh suburb of London, had all their family still around. It was the perfect family.

And whilst you were in no illusions about how privileged your life was now. It hadn't always been. You'd never had the 'nuclear' family. Instead, only your dad and a string of dodgy and fleeting stepmothers while struggling to make ends meet. So you were just always wary of Dom, of his opinions that so often his boys took for gospel. They always seemed pretty sheltered and close-minded.

And yet, Tom was a grown man.

"I get that, I just… Tom should know that we know more about our relationship than his dad. I mean,… have I done something wrong? Made him think I'm not in this for the long haul?"

"No nonono Y/n he's just… well he's an idiot, isn't he? I don't think he properly understands why you're cautious about moving and everything. He's just an idio- "

Harry was cut off for lightly insulting his brother by the sound of the front door opening, both of your heads swivelling towards the source. You then met Harry's eyes in a panic, to which he replied relatively simply.

"Just talk to each other. For my sake." You would've argued if it weren't for the fact you were so focused on Tom's shuffling around in the entrance hallway - back early from his parents.

"Baz? Where you at? I thought I saw Y/n's car and-"

"Kitchen!!!" Before Tom could say anything else, possibly landing himself in more trouble, Harry interrupted as his chair screeched while standing up. And then Tom was just there. Standing in the doorway, his arms dropping limply to his side as he noticed you. Everything about that moment seemed to freeze, when you locked eyes with him for the first time in three days. It didn't go unnoticed, the way his Adams apple bobbed, the way his eyes widen. The boy looked plain and simply terrified.

It was Harry who broke the silence, after giving you a stern look that said 'stay'. The younger Holland boy walked up to Tom and spoke.

"Try actually talking and actually listening about your problems with each other." And then he was gone, down the hallway and up the stairs.

For a few moments, Tom stayed absolutely stationary, now staring at where Harry had been when speaking to the both of you (but mainly Tom). Long enough to put your sense of unease at an all-time high, ready to make a break for it.

"If you don't want to talk, then I can leav-"

"NO!" Apparently snapping out of it, Tom exclaimed loud enough to make you flinch from your seat. "Sorry! I-I just… I wasn't expecting to… you know, to see you."

"Yeh I just uh- just came to pick up some scripts… Harry cornered me with a tea, though; otherwise, I'd be…."

"Baz thinks the whole world could be fixed with tea."

"that's what I said!" You instinctively responded, forgetting the fact you're supposed to be mad at him, and just for a second falling back into your normal flow.

Tom didn't even try to hide his grin in response, until you quickly corrected your face- then he did too. Turning around to put the kettle on for himself. Because right now, he needed to fix his whole world, and he needed all the help he could get. For a period, the only noise was the sound of the kettle boiling, then the teaspoon clinking against the mug as he stirred - until he padded over, taking the seat across from you.

"So."

"So."

"It's been a while," Tom stated the bloody obvious.

"You never called."

"Didn't think you'd want me to."

You thought that the early signs weren't all that auspicious. His ability to read a situation once again failing.

"I wanted you to say something."

"Say what?"

"What do you think Tom?" He replied to the sarcastic tone by sucking in a sharp breath, holding it for a second, before slowly exhaling. As if trying to compose himself, take time to think of a response - a mature move for him.

"Well, I think you want me to say sorry? For being so moody and not waiting for you and for upsetting those kids. And thanks too, for covering for me?"

You just hummed. Waiting for him to continue. Because yes, you did deserve all those things. But you also deserved more. An apology for, oh I don't know, saying he didn't think you loved him? It was a wait that never ended, he had nothing more to add.

"Going by your face, I take it I missed something?"

The bloody cheek of it.

"Theres nothing else? Nothing else at all? …" You gave him that chance, the opportunity but all he could respond with was a shake of his head. "You thought I was fine about you saying that I don't love you?" You hadn't intended on raising your voice, but really you hadn't realised you did till after the fact. To blinded by rage at his ignorance.

"You want to talk about this now?"

"When else Tom?" You sighed, realising he perhaps wasn't ready for this conversation. Maybe he needed more time to think things through, have sense talked into him by various wiser family members. Or maybe, he never would be. That was the worst-case scenario. But also… you're most likely prediction.

He shuffled in his seat, clearing his voice but not saying anything. Not a peep.

"I have spent three years of my life with you. I've had countless nights of too little sleep because that was the only time you could facetime. I've exposed my relationship to the world and people's opinions because you didn't want to hide. All I've done is love you. How could you even say that?" There might've been tears in your eyes, yet you were determined to keep them at bay. You needed to have this out, one way or another, to be clear and cohesive and logical. No time to cry.

"Y/n I know that, I…" He sighed, instinctively reaching for your hand, but you were quicker to pull it away. There was hurt in his eyes, but so there should be. "It just sometimes feels like that's it for you. That yeh you love me but you just want to standstill. That this is as much as it'll ever be."

Your emotions were suddenly uncontainable. Your voice croaked as you whispered, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No love, nonono if that's how you feel then that's okay. But it's something I'm not… shit this is hard." He took a pause to take a sip of his drink, your glazed eyes never leaving his. "I don't think I can stand still anymore. And yeh I was pissy and childish the other day because my dad got under my skin about the whole moving in thing… But these past few days, it just has got me thinking. Because I love you, so much."

This time when he reached out to grab your hand, you actually leaned into it yourself. Not because you were giving in, but because this hurt. This hurt so fucking much that you needed something to ground you, or else god knows. Because the way he was speaking, it sounded so finite.

"I love you too."

"I do know, which is…is why this is so hard." At the very least, Tom had conceded that.

The conversation ceased to silence yet again. The room felt so cold; even Tom/Harry's hoodie was doing nothing to keep you from the endless empty cold that seemed to be coming from within.

"When I re-registered my health card last month, and I made you my emergency contact on it. I-I made you my next of kin on everything actually. I didn't think about it twice. And-and this-"You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, immediately pulling up the app onto the open page. "This is my Pinterest board for our baby's nursery theme. I know-" You paused, to quickly wipe your cheeks clear of the tear tracks that may or may not have been there. "I know it's probably a long way away, but I just love the Scandinavian theme." You laughed at yourself, suddenly embarrassed at your blabbering and quickly pulled up a different app. "And this… this was from the other week when I was helping Y/bf/n start her vows." Hands trembling as you turned the phone around for Tom to see again. "She was finding it really tricky so she said, what would you say to Tom on your wedding, so-so I made this list." You only dared to look at him when you were sure he'd be reading through that note.

It was bizarre because he looked… well, he looked happy. Here you were feeling traumatised, showing things that you'd barely even deeped how committed they were - and he was pleased? Feeling the fire burn once again inside of your chest, you quickly swiped the phone away and back into your pocket. Only then did he look up, eyes widening - presumably at quite how psychotic you looked.

"So don't you dare say that I don't want a future with you."

You said it with such force, there was a pause. Tom letting those words sink deep into his brain. The way his expression flickered minutely gave you hope. You thought he got it. You thought he really understood now.

"But why don't you want to move in then?"

There it was again. He knew why. But he didn't get it. And, probably, he never would.

You were about to crash completely. So you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even aware of your chair crashing to the floor in your wake. You ran out of that house and away from him. Away from who you had thought was the love of your life.

?give tom a final chance w one last part?

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[4dtk]

hello my honey bunch UMM IM NOT SURE IF IM SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE EACH ONE??? BUT IM GONNA DO IT ANW

can i request 3 from the hand holding, 16 from the hugging, 26 from the kissing and 3 from the touching with jaehyun!!!!

FUCK IDK IF I DID RIGHT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY <333

yes you did it right, dont worry! hope u enjoy this angel!! and welcome back <333 (ps holy crap this is long AHASHDHDH)

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 16: ‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

kisses, 26: giggling while kissing

touching, 3: hiding face in neck

“c’mon! you’re gonna miss the sunrise,” you drag jaehyun along the mountains, a clear path etched into the ground that visitors always took whenever they wanted to view the sunrise. the both of you got lucky today, being the only two people who got up early enough to catch the night sky turn into yellows and oranges, before it rests in the usual sky blue you’d see up in the sky.

well… one of you was. “do we really need to see the sunrise again, baby? i was perfectly content cuddling with you…” your husband knew better than to argue with you when you have your eyes set on something, especially with something like a sunrise. it was a by-product of why you selected this B&B atop of a mountain where you’d be freezing your asses off, but jaehyun could hardly reject your suggestion when he saw how excited you were.

“oh, i’ve always wanted to go back to a mountainside hostel! i remember the last one, ’twas so good, whatdya say?” jaehyun remembers every detail you’ve told him: from the countless cats, to the stunning trail to where you watched the sunrise with your family, the edible flower they cooked up for you. he can’t say no when your eyes are lit up like that, and so, he hauled himself out of bed to put on a simple outfit, relying on your hand to guide him.

you know he doesn’t mean it, but you pout either way, both at his words and the time on your watch. it’s dangerously close to when the staff said the sun would rise. the thought alone of missing the sky drives you to take quicker steps, struggling against the thin air the higher and higher you went.

“hah… finally,” you mumble to yourself, perching yourself near a field of crops that belonged to those living nearby. you were careful not to crush any of the sprouts, patting the space beside you as you waited for the show to start. jaehyun takes your hand wordlessly, letting out a gasp at how cold your hands were; it showed you appreciated the warmth with the way your fingers curled around his, it was natural instinct, both a result of your body reacting to warmth and to the love of your significant other.

“you’re freezing, angel,” jaehyun laughs, “maybe you made a mistake wearing fingerless gloves this morning. c’mon, take ‘em out.”

“it was dark!” you glare at him, “and no, you want me to have a frozen hand when i touch your face later?”

“i’ll warm it up for you, c’mon.” you grumble but comply either way, removing the sad excuse of protection from the cold, fingers instantly curling into your husband’s. he blows onto it, conversation falling silent as your keep your eyes trained on the sight in front of you.

it’s slow, the minutes pass, the sky barely changing. the sun decides to stop the teasing, unleashing its brilliant lights that prompt the both of you to squint. it becomes more bearable to longer you look at it, welcoming the painting of warm colours you never tire of seeing. it mixed like an impromptu painting, unknowingly presenting a magnificent piece of art despite the messiness among the clouds and skyline.

jaehyun has moved behind you by then, engulfing you in his arms while he continued to warm your hands. jokingly, he wedges his hand in between your neck, surprising you slightly with his ice cold lips that were slowly cracking.

as the colours thicken and blend, you can feel the other snuggle more into the crook of your neck, gentle and careful to not shock you again. his body fits with yours perfectly, body warmth gradually shared the more and longer you embrace. with a shift of your butt, you’re moving to stand up, but immediately gets pulled down by his strong arms.

“not yet…” he mumbles, fighting against sleepiness for you. there’s a stammer in his voice as he struggles to find the words he wants to say. you attempt to stand up a second time and this time, jaehyun lets you, ready to follow you with an arm around your waist. “why’d you wanna stand up?”

you say nothing as you place your hands on his cheeks, cold to the touch. there’s time for you to admire his face later, so you dive in to fit your lips to his. it moves without trouble, having done this countless times like how jaehyun’s arms fit around your middle. his body is pressed flush against your own, able to feeling every muscle that’s reacting to your kiss that it leaves him hungry for more.

it makes you woozy, dizzy, dopey, the way jaehyun is fondling you, lips moving in tandem with the squeezing hands on your sides. a bit of warmth creeps up from the side, signifying the last bits of the sunrise. it makes the other smile, but you’re not sure why.

you pull away curiously, mouth only an inch from his as you impatiently waited for his answer. “no… just… funny how you brought me up here to watch the sky change colours and instead you’re locking lips with me.” he says with a smirk.

“oh my god, shut up,” you’re giggling like a schoolgirl, taken back to when you’d laugh shamelessly backstage as the members teased you; including the time when the two of you were interviewed for one of korea’s slice-of-life magazines with a suggestive answer on jaehyun’s part… and also of the time when you almost slipped on cake batter that you dropped on the floor.

each day you spend with your boyfriend-turned-husband is guaranteed to be filled with laughter, and now is just one more memory to store away. jaehyun hovers over your lips this time, unifying your smiles with miscalculated kisses that never quite land. you’re struggling to contain it now, breaking contact to stretch your lips into a grin that is reciprocated by the other.

“will your cute ass stop giggling?” he wants to fake his anger, but it backfires as his own laugh fills your ears. it feels like a warm hug after a rainy day, and you give him just that while your arms encircle around his neck. you can’t care much for the colours blooming in the sky now, rather admiring the crimson appearing on his cheeks even after the many years you’ve been together. you bury your face in his chest.

“thank you, jae. for loving me,” your confession is whispered so soft that the other is convinced he wouldn’t hear it. but he does, and the softening of his eyes is something you don’t catch.

“i’m happy to do it. everyday, baby, it’s everyday that i fall deeper and deeper. i hope it’ll never end,” you’re silent, but the words make your heart and cheeks flare up and it’s a minute before you find the courage to say your part.

“likewise, jaehyun. i love you.”

#nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct smut #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct headcanons #nct soft hours #nct 127 #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 smut #nct 127 angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 drabbles #jung jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun angst #jeong jaehyun #jeong yunho #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x male reader #jaehyun nct #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun

[useyernamesteven]

(Needed some goofy fluff to distract myself from the angst im writing so buckle up, its long. Based on that one post I cannot find so if anyone can help a homie out, much appreciated)

Raya/Namaari Accidental Marriage Proposal

Its not a far stretch to assume that the different tribes have different practices and rituals. And given the 500 year gap in communication its also easy enough to assume that the tribes don't know about each others differing customs.

For example: marriage proposals. In Tail its as cut-and-dry as asking. Talon people propose with rings and jade coin. When you propose in Spine you chop down a tree to show your commitment and strength.

The Fang propose with blades. Fang people love their knives, daggers, spears, and other pointy weapons, so if you want to ask someone to marry you, you do it with a blade.

I like to imagine it'd be because offering a blade to someone- who isn't family -is the equivalent of trusting your life to that person. I like to think the Fang value not only a person's strength and honour, but their ability to care and protect their people. So giving a blade to your chosen love is like saying, "I'm giving you this weapon because I trust you with my heart, literally and metaphorically".

But again, 500 year old divide means others have no clue what giving a knife to someone from Fang entails...

So maybe its been a few months or so after the Druun have been vanquished. Raya is still re-learning how to be a 'princess' while playing liaison between the tribes, with Sisu as her partner in crime. She likes it because she still gets to travel and she gets to see her new friends from the other tribes: Boun's business is booming, Noi has started talking, and Tong has become the new Chief of Spine.

Then there's Namaari.

Six years of playing cat-and-mouse together (or rather angry kitten and homeless puppy) can be hard to overcome. At first it was a struggle. And incredibly awkward. Namaari, too guilt ridden over what she'd done, and Raya, still angry and socially stunted, could barely hold a conversation together.

Eventually Raya, fed up with the weird awkward talk, dragged Namaari to Fang's training grounds and challenged her to a sparring match. And only when it was over, the both of them exhausted and laying on the ground, did they start talking, actually talking. About what happened with the gem, with Sisu, what they can't let go of, not yet, but what they hope they can move past one day.

It made things after easier because it was familiar ground for them, but it also opened up new paths too. Now in the months since they saved the world and having spent that time working together, Raya would like to consider Namaari a close friend.

Which is probably why she's so surprised when Namaari off-handedly mentions her birthday is next week. Namaari, who's less than thrilled about her mother's plans for a big celebration, doesn't even notice how much Raya's caught off guard. Namaari doesn't really care for her birthday, much less when her mother makes a big deal about it, but she still brushes her hair behind her ear when she asks Raya if she's going to attend.

Raya recovers, nudging Namaari saying that she's obviously going, and boasting about the amazing gift she's going to bring.

Which then leads to her dragging Sisu to Talon in search of the perfect gift (Sisu being the only 'person' she knows who can help being that she's a master gift giver... Sisu's words, not Raya's, but still). They run around Talon for ages, with Sisu practically buying everything in sight (with the Heart Palace Credit of course) but Raya can't find a single thing she thinks Namaari would actually like.

And then she spots a Fang vendor selling blades.

The woman is nice and she asks Raya if she's looking for something in particular. Raya says she wants to get a dagger for 'someone special' from Fang (not wanting to rack up the price if the woman knew who it was for, but also completely unaware to what she's just implied).

The vendor seems a little surprised but she easily walks Raya through picking out the perfect dagger for her 'someone special'. Raya ends up buying a pretty, yet functional dagger with a dragon engraved in the blade and an ornate box to keep it in. As Raya's leaving the woman gives her a pat on the shoulder and says, "All the best for the both of you and I'm sure she'll say yes," which Raya can't really make sense of so she shrugs and leaves to go find Sisu and her mountain of trinkets.

So now its the party, and when Namaari said Virana was making a big deal about it, she really meant it. People from all the tribes are attending and Sisu's brought her brothers and sisters and there's music and food and fireworks...

And Namaari stands beside her mother in a beautiful dress that makes Raya's heart thud erratically (it's totally platonic). Her and her Ba walk up to them and start making small talk before her Ba and Virana break off to chat with other dignitaries, leaving Raya and Namaari together.

Raya likes how Namaari relaxes around her when its just them, despite the room full of people. They talk and banter and tease and laugh, but more than anything Raya just likes being with Namaari. And when Namaari mentions how much she hates formal wear, how dresses don't suit her, Raya makes it a game to see how many times she can mention how beautiful Namaari looks while they're talking, just because it makes Namaari flush and do the hair thing she does when she's shy. No other heart-related reason.

Its not until much later when Raya suddenly remembers the gift she brought and she runs off to fetch it. When she returns she hands Namaari the sleek box with a smile and a sheepish "Happy Birthday dep'la".

And Namaari's blushing and smiling as she takes the box, telling Raya she didn't have to as she opens the box-

And immediately slams it shut. Her face turns bright red and she whorls on Raya with wide eyes and a panicked, hissed "whatareyoudoing?!" And poor Raya's totally thrown, so sure she'd picked out the perfect gift. "You don't like it?" But Namaari shoves the box back into her hands, with another frenzied whisper "thatsnotit!"

Well now Raya's a little miffed because "You didn't even look at it" and before Namaari can stop her she's pulling the dagger from the box and offering it back to Namaari.

Meanwhile the room goes incredibly quiet as everyone from Fang suddenly notices what's happening between the princesses. Virana nearly spits out her drink. Everyone else carries on like normal, but a few people watch their new Fang friends with curious looks, completely out of the loop.

So now Raya's essentially down on one knee without realizing it, Namaari's about to have a heart attack, everyone from Fang is on the edge of their seat, and the dragons are having a rousing drinking contest with people from Spine.

So the party is going great.

Raya (oblivious to the world save for Namaari) is giving Namaari her strongest puppy dog eyes because she'd spent so long looking for the perfect gift dep'la, and "You're pretty special Namaari, special to me, and you deserve it."

Namaari, as red faced as she is, softens at Raya's admission, smiling a little to herself before she takes the dagger from Raya with a soft "it's lovely dep'la".

And suddenly the room's loud again as people from Fang start clapping and whistling. Everyone else is lost but soon they join in as well, despite having no clue as to what they're cheering for. Namaari's back to being flustered and she grabs Raya's hand and hauls her toward Virana and Benja. Raya, finally taking in the room around them, is confused as to why people are congratulating her and Namaari.

Virana has recovered by the time the two approach and if no one knew better it might've also appeared she was trying hard not to smile. Namaari hisses something to her mother Raya doesn't hear, and she shoots her Ba a questioning look. Benja looks a little pensive but he's got a quirk in his lips that Raya knows means mischief.

Virana gently pats her daughter's shoulder before turning to address the room, excusing the four of them. They turn to leave but not before Virana calls out to the crowd, "And it goes without saying you're all invited to the wedding as well," and then ushers her horrified daughter, her baffled betrothed, and Benja out the door.

Instantly Namaari's in hysterics, asking her mother why she'd say that when Raya obviously didn't know what she was doing. Virana, quite obviously playing ignorance, asks why Namaari accepted the blade if she knew what she was doing. And poor Namaari can only gape, red faced and no come back.

Raya has finally caught on to what she's done and yeah, okay now it all makes sense. The vendor, Namaari's (gay) panic, the congratulations... she just proposed to Namaari. She just proposed to Namaari. In front of most of Kumandra. Oh toi!

Benja, still smirking to himself, ruffles Raya's hair before turning to Namaari and Virana and saying, "To be fair... Namaari did propose first."

Marriage proposals in Heart are an exchange of necklaces. So when Namaari had given Raya the Sisu pendant back when they were kids, they'd essentially gotten engaged and since Raya kept it, they've technically been engaged for the past six years.

(Too) Long story short, Raya and Namaari get engaged, get married, fall in love, and live sapphically ever after.

End.

(Okay, I'm done. Back to angst.)

#raya and the last dragon #ratld #rayaari #rayamaari #raya and namaari #oof i lost steam halfway through this #sorry its so terrible #i just didnt really feel like actually writing it out

[heysatori]

Hey! I am new to your blog, but I binged everything, hehe, and I think you're amazing! Could you maybe do hcs with Bakusquad and todoroki with a s/o who is scared to let them meet their parents because they're the strict type who think that once you're in a relationship it basically means you intend to marry the person?

Bakusquad and Todoroki with an s/o who has strict parents

Genre: fluff  Pairings: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader, Sero x reader, Kaminari x reader, Mina x reader, Jirou x reader, Shinsou x reader, Todoroki x reader a/n: this took me so long im so sorry but wow this took a lot of energy out of me JFJFSJKFA i hope i got what you wanted anon ! (─‿‿─)♡

Bakugou Katsuki

you and katsuki have been dating for quite a while now 

he had already invited you to his house and you coincidentally met his parents ! 

he hadnt expected them to be there but they coddled u like there was no tomorrow !! (─‿‿─)♡

they asked u tons of question and u even cooked dinner with masaru ! 

it was a great bonding experience !

katsuki was ofc not happy with this becuz he only wanted u to himself ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐

after dinner he hauled u to his room and demanded cuddles 

after that though, he lowkey expected that u would to introduce him to ur parents too 

just so things are fair and square

but after numerous hints u still havent gotten the clue ! so he just confronts u abt it 

but softly 

“so when am i gonna meet your parents?” 

you kinda turn to him a little hesitantly 

your parents are pretty strict 

they didnt even know you were dating bakugou at all 

all they knew was that you were doing very well at UA 

“uh do you want to meet them?”

“well its just, you met mine, so that means i can meet yours right?”

bakugou looks so tiny like that he justs pouting a little with his arms crossed over his chest

“i mean, theyre really strict baby, im not even allowed to be dating you right now”

bakubabes kinda shocked so he just asks u more questions 

“what do you mean??”

“well if i am to date someone, they want that person to be like my future spouse or something, so its either all or nothing for them”

“tch, me? marry you? in your dreams” 

u alrdy know bakugou is teasing but u hit him nonetheless 

lets just say you both agree to not bring him home for a while 

Kirishima Eijirou

you had already met kirishima’s mothers a few weeks back during an impromptu outing the mall with his family 

there were lovely of course ! and kirishima is the living proof of all their hard work into making one of the nicest boys in the whole world 

after that though 

kiri had gotten a little hopeful that you’d introduce him to your parents as well 

soon enough he couldnt keep it in and it eventually came out in word vomit 

“huh, you want to meet my parents?” 

kiri just nodded meekly and settled down on your bed, patting the space next to him 

you plop down and pull him into a hug, cradling him against your chest 

“uh listen baby, my parents, theyre not like yours” 

“huh, what do you mean?”

“well theyre kinda strict, they dont even want me dating in the first place, plus if you do meet them, theyre expecting that you’ve already thought out how youre going to ask for my hand in marriage or something like that”

“i mean, i can marry you now if you want?”

you splutter over your words and push kirishima off your chest 

“whaaaaat im serious!!” 

after that you and kirishima have a thorough discussion on why he cant ask you to marry him just yet 

Sero Hanta 

hes pretty chill about the idea of meeting your parents and you meeting his

he isnt really going to plan anything but if anything happens to happen then he’ll just go with the flow 

his parents had invited you over to dinner after they managed to spot you at a random shopping center

sero was FLUSHED !! but he let it happen, walking a little behind his parents so he could hold your hand 

after that though things are totally chill 

he doesnt really expect to meet your parents 

as he didnt plan you meeting his parents either 

but he does ask you what theyre like ! 

one day while you were cuddling he just looks up at you and asks you, “what are your parents like?”

“theyre pretty traditional”

“what kind of traditional?”

“the ‘are you prepared to marry my child and provide for them for the rest of your life?’ kind of traditional’

sero kinda just wheezes at your answer at your answer and leaves it alone for awhile

Kaminari Denki

hes kinda insistent on meeting ur parents 

but only because he knows that its like the special bases of relationships 

plus he also wants to meet the wonderful people who created you 

he introduced you to his parents on your 5th month of dating 

cuz he just wants the people he loves the most to interact with each other 

plus with how much he talks about you home, they were also quite eager to meet you

so of course he is kinda gonna be insistent 

one day he runs up to your room and presents a fancy night with you, him, and your parents 

he pushes you in and explains it to you thoroughly !! 

you feel kinda bad to tell him that this might not happen 

“im sorry bug, but im not sure if we can do this with my parents” 

hes shocked ! he sits up a little for a moment but he ends up sagging in sadness after a while 

“but why” 

and hes pouting !! 

you feel so sad about hurting him about this 

“my parents are really strict, they might not approve of you baby, they’ll probably even ask you if youre gonna marry me or something”

“i will marry you though!!” 

Mina Ashido

like denki she’s a little persistent

she’s just very enthusiastic about you and everything about you

so that includes your home life

she already introduced you to her parents long ago 

so shes pretty expectant 

she always kinda brings it up 

“so when can i meet your parents” is a common phrase you hear from her 

you kinda dismiss her questions and you change the topic after that 

but after a while she gets fed up and confront you about it 

and although you feel bad you still feel a little reluctant to tell her 

you didnt wanna ruin anything just cuz your parents are stupidly strict 

but you decide to tell her anyway 

you explain to her how strict your parents are but she doesnt really get the gist of it 

“what do you mean though?”

“well, they’ll probably ask you if youre ready to marry me or something” 

“of course i am!” 

you fluster at her words 

she cuddles up to u and doesnt let u leave her arms after that

Jirou Kyouka

shes kinda shy about those things

so she usually just focuses on you and only you 

she never really thought about meeting your parents until the squad (mainly denki and mina) asked about it 

“what do you mean when am i gonna meet their parents?” 

“thats like!! the biggest step in a relationship!! if you dont meet their parents youre probably not gonna be long term!” 

jirou dismisses mina’s statement and leaves to find you 

although it does sound a little ridiculous, she is kinda nervous about that 

was she not enough for your parents?

she finds you in your room and beats around the bush for a while before getting straight to the point, kinda

“so uh you wanna exchange parents?’

“what”

“no, sorry, i mean, like, wanna meet my parents and ill meet yours?”

youve heard stories about kyouka’s parents and they sound pretty awesome so in your mind you agree immediately

but the thought of kyouka meeting your annoyingly traditional parents sounded like a nightmare 

“i dont think you’ll like my parents” 

she asks a simple way and you give her a simple answer 

shes totally cool with it cuz yeah she doesnt like overly traditional people 

so you both end up just laying down and cuddling together 

Shinsou Hitoshi

i dont think he really cares about meeting your parents 

not that he doesnt care about your parents

no hes sure that they are lovely people 

its just that shinsou is a litlte anti social as it is and likes to keep meeting new people to a minimum 

but monoma kinda bugs him on it 

egging him on to take initiative in your relationship for once and make a big step for the both of you 

so one day, shinsou walks up to you begrudgingly with monoma hiding behind a wall nearby 

(this is exactly what it looked like when monoma forced shinsou to gain the courage to ask you out) 

“so, can i uh, meet your parents?” 

you kinda laugh at how he asked it so weirdly 

“where did this come from?”

“monoma said i need to man up and take initiative in our relationship and make a big step so that we can stay together forever” 

you laugh even harder but you cant help but have your heart melt at shinsou’s purpose taking to you now 

it may not seem like it but he really does want to have you around forever 

“theyre pretty strict and traditional baby, you sure you wanna meet them?” 

he turns around and monoma gives him a firm face and a thumbs up 

shinsou turns back around and nods firmly 

you cant help but laugh again at how adorable he looks 

moving to wrap your arms around his neck you give him a small peck on the cheek 

Todoroki Shouto 

todoorki’s had his fair share of experience when it comes to parents 

so hes not entirely eager to meet your parents 

but he does think about it every now and then 

for sure not everyone is going to be like his father 

but hes got quite a foul mouth and no brain to mouth filter when he does speak 

but he knows respect 

just dont cross his line 

he doesnt really bring up meeting your parents for a while 

iida had asked about it once since it was a formal thing to do when gaining a significant other 

todoroki simply shrugged and said he’ll think about it 

and he did think about it 

later that day after training he approached you, pulling on your arm to bring you closer to him 

he soon pulled you to a stop by the side of the hallway, stepping rather close to you 

“can i meet your parents?”

“eh??” 

it was so sudden that you couldnt help your surprise 

neither of you talk much about your parents (except for Rei who you had met a while back) 

“well, I don’t think you’ll like them sweetie” 

“I’m sure they’re lovely” 

“Well, they’re just a tiny bit like your dad, not the abuse, but the uhm, in the traditional sense?” 

todoroki nods firmly and pulls you to stay under his arm as you resume walking back to the dorms 

“well, my mother will be your mother-in-law soon enough so you don’t need to worry”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #sero x reader #kaminari x reader #mina x reader #jirou x reader #shinsou x reader #bakusquad x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha drabbles #bnha imagines #heysatori

[lydias--stiles]

the smile you gave me (it’s magic)

juke | meet-cute au | tw: alcohol + annoying men in bars | written for @alexjulies as we have the same headcanons about luke

What Julie Molina was about to do was horribly unfeminist and Flynn would hate her forever, but really, it was all the man’s fault - as usual.

She rejected his advances three times now in the last hour. The bartender gave her a drink on the man’s tab and she sent it back, the man brought it himself (introduced himself as Levi) and she politely declined once more. The third time he asked her to dance and then she fled to the bathroom. Julie wasn’t the biggest partygoer, occasionally joining Flynn for happy hour - like today. Her friend was late however, due to an emergency meeting at a magazine she worked at and Julie had to endure the bar alone. Grave mistake. She should’ve just waited at a McDonalds or something; even if she’d look out of place in her cocktail dress.

im there in 15!! hang in there <3 <3

Julie groaned. Great. Fifteen more minutes in a smelly bathroom stall as women outside were drunkenly crying in front of the mirrors and babbled about their own grievances regarding men. For such a universal problem, she had hoped all men would’ve taken the hint by now.

No, she didn’t want to dance. No, she didn’t want a drink. No, she wouldn’t give her number to someone that kept pushing and coming into her personal space. Levi could fuck off. It was bad enough how he had given her a suggestive once-over like he was deciding whether he wanted brunette or blonde tonight.  

The reminder angered her, pushed her out of the stall with a scowl. Was she really going to let a dumb man (nay: boy) ruin her night before it even started? Her songwriting session with Hayley Williams had gone really well and she deserved to celebrate that! She deserved to end her day on a high note! A quick look in the mirror to assure her make-up hadn’t smudged, she marched out the bathroom back into the dimly lit bar.

Her eyes scanned the room, relieved to not catch Levi close-by. Did he give up and leave? Was he cornering another girl? Whatever. As long as he wasn’t bothering her, she’d be able to breathe and maybe forget about the altercation.

If he did bother her again, she’d use her privilege as a girl and yell at the top of her lungs that he was harassing her. Surely then security would kick him out, right?

Over by the bartop was clamour, two men pulling each other into a laughing embrace as one hauled their backpack over their shoulder as the other dropped it. Changing shifts, Julie noted, halting on the man that had arrived. Well then. The theory that bars only hired attractive people seemed to be correct, the guy straight from a CW show. Mussed up brown hair, sharp features, big eyes, cute smile. A ten out of ten.  

He shrugged his red shacket off, fully black outfit beneath and began washing off discarded glasses. His muscular arms made her throat dry up; he wasn’t attractive, he was hot.

(Oh God. Was she just as bad as Levi, gawking over a stranger? But wasn’t part of his job that girls were supposed to gawk over him? More tips and all that? Julie decided she shouldn’t feel too guilty.)

Her feet moved on their own accord towards the bar, sliding into a leather high stool and wondering what she’d order as she waited for any of the bartenders (him?) to approach her.

Luck was on her side, the new bartender pressing his hands into the counter, brows raised expectantly. “What can I get you?”

Her lips tutted, debating between a margarita and a strawberry mojito. Both were appealing and at a marginally low price. “What’s better?”, she asked. “Margarita or mojito? Honestly.”

He grinned. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.” She crossed her arms atop the counter, a brush away from his hands. “I’ve bartended before. I know you have to lie a little.”

His muscle tee shifted around as he chuckled, slivers of tattoos peeking through on his chest. Her eyes averted, hoping she was a bit more subtle than she felt, and kept them trained on the stacks of whiskey in the glass rack.

His fingers drummed on the wood. “The mojito, then.” Leaning in as if imparting a secret, he added: “We’ve been buying the cheaper tequila. Gotta pay those bills.”

Satisfied at his reply, she gave him a pleased nod. “Okay. A mojito, please.”

He pushed himself off with a click of the tongue, as if he auctioned her something, and turned to grab the ingredients. As he poured the rum into a tall glass, he fell into casual conversation she was all too familiar with.

“You here alone?”

“Waiting on a friend.” Eager to distract herself from the reason why she waiting, and what caused her to wait in a fucking bathroom, she asked: “What’s the tattoo?”

The bartender paused for a beat, as if momentarily forgetting he was inked up, and then tugged his shirt out the way to showcase more skin. Had she not been so curious, she’d focus on the fact that he was defined as hell. The tattoo was a detailed sun with an ocean wave drawn inside. More uncovered: a play and pause button, ‘now or never’, a stick and poke tattoo of a lightning bolt. It was as if she herself doodled onto her skin and then left it there, but it somehow worked. It was personal. Maybe she was also a bit intrigued since he seemed especially interested by music. Granted, it was LA. Everyone was some type of artist with varying degrees of success. Still - she was curious.

“They’re cool,” she complimented, him going back to making her drink with an appreciative grin.

“Thanks.”

“Was the lightning bolt a drunk decision?”, she teased. The only instance someone got a stick and poke tattoo was when they felt chaotic or impulsive.

His grin widened, throwing crushed ice in the glass. “That obvious? Yeah, me and my boys all got one. This whole idea of-” He waved his hands around, trying to find the right words. “-bonding us together for life, I guess.”

Warmth thudded in her chest at his story, endeared by the way his voice became lighter when he talked about his friends. They must be like brothers to him.

As he placed the completed drink in front of her, she contemplated her answer. She’d rather keep talking to him than wait for Flynn in silence. “That’s nice. Having friends like that, it’s special.” Twisting her wrist, she showed her own tattoo. “I got this one when I turned eighteen.”      

They were two, small butterflies dancing on the inside of her forearm. When her mother passed away, she always knew she’d get something to commemorate her. Doodles of butterflies marked her skin in high school, finally becoming permanent when she was allowed to. Knowing everyone inevitably asked about the why, she continued talking.  

“It’s, you know, it’s about metamorphosis and beauty and transcendence and I just-” She caught herself before blabbing her sob story to a stranger. With a chuckle, she muttered: “It’s a reminder that change is good.”

When Julie looked up at him, she was struck by the wonder on his face. He didn’t look as confident as he did before, probably taken aback by her sudden spiritual spiel about butterflies - or by her, in general. The thought let a quiet thrill course through her.  

He snapped out of it, a smirk falling on his lips as his nail chimed against the glass. “It’s on me.”

“Is that a move?” Her head tilted, amused.

“You want me to lie or be honest?” The man leaned across the counter again, much closer this time. “Cool tattoo, by the way.”

She laughed, biting back a silly grin from blooming. This was his job, she reminded herself. Act all cute and get her to buy more drinks so that eventually, her tab would be enormous. It was like winning once at a game of poker and then becoming cocky.

Coy, she ripped her gaze from his and sipped on her drink. She’d let him simmer for a bit.

That was when it happened. Her unfeminist deed that would make Gloria Steinem shudder. Levi, the devil reincarnated, shot her a smug look from the other side of the bar. Swerving past people to the beat of the music, he tried approaching her again.

Julie groaned behind her glass, her good mood instantly shattered once more. Why couldn’t this idiot take a fucking hint?!

“Damn,” bartender mused, “I thought my mojito skills were good.”

The brash words tumbled out at a rapid pace, her need for a solution trumping her pride. “There’s a guy coming onto me right now and you need to help me ward him off. Please.”

He grimaced. “Yeesh. Ex-boyfriend?”

“Worse,” she bit. “A fool.”

A stressed smile pinned itself on her cheeks as Levi sidled beside her, one arm bracketing her left. Her back tensed as she shot a quick, pleading look at the bartender. He zeroed in on Levi, mouth curled downwards.    

“There you are,” Levi grinned. “Thought you left.”

Julie didn’t entertain him anymore. “I’ve told you. I’m not interested.”

He dismissed her. “I see you got yourself a drink? What is it?”

“I’m not interested,” she snapped, eyes flickering once more to the bartender. Was he really not going to help her?

It spurred him into action, his arm reaching over to create a barrier between Levi and her. “Dude, you heard her. Back off.”

Levi snarled. “Can you not? This is between me and her.”

“No, actually,” he exclaimed, blunt. “I’m her boyfriend.”

Her vigilance got her acting swiftly, shifting her expression into a believable nod and placing a hand on his outstretched arm.  

“He is?” Levi was gobsmacked, a hint of anger lacing his voice.

“Yeah,” Julie bit, silently thanking him when he played along and enveloped her hand with his. Her final strike spit his venom right back in his face. “So can you just leave us alone?”

The man rolled his eyes with a scoff, kicking one of the stools and mumbling a string of curses. “Bullshit…”

When he was out of sight again, having stormed off like a petulant child to a shadowy corner, Julie let out breath of relief. “Finally!” Shooting the bartender a bright smile, she kept babbling. “You have no idea how annoying that is. And smart idea - the boyfriend card always works!”

He squeezed her hand, worried. “You sure you’re okay? That was fucked up.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off, the soft touch reminding her of his words from before. Squeezing back, she watched as the pinch between his brows vanished. “I’m okay.”

They kept their stare for a beat, the revolving pop music and excited chatter merely background noise. Neither have let go of their hold on each other. She didn’t want to either; his hand was warm and gentle and a calloused thumb absentmindedly caressed her skin. Levi should learn from this.

Sometimes, a connection just happened.

He let go first, collecting himself into a casual stance that was far more amusing than it should be. Ducking beneath the bar and grabbing a beer, he tapped it against her glass with a cocky nod. “My name’s Luke.”

Julie matched his expression. Luke. Luke, the bartender. It fit him perfectly. “I’m Julie. Are you supposed to be drinking on the clock?”

“I work in a bar,” Luke deadpanned. “It’s expected. And I’m sure Jack can handle it.”

“Why would he have to serve alone?” she inquired teasingly, eyes glimmering with challenge. If there was one thing she loved, it was getting the upper hand in a fun game of flirting.  

He lifted his bottle with a wink. “I’m drinking with you.” A pause, his gaze matching her intensity. Damn. He was a good opponent. “Unless you want me to go?”

She shook her head, took a sip from the mojito and wiggled her brows. “Cheers to warding off annoying men, fake boyfriend.”

“I better get some good karma from this,” he joked. “Cheers!”

(Later that night, she’d realise Flynn never came by. When she asked what happened, Flynn told her she had walked in and saw Julie completely wrapped up in a conversation ‘with that cute bartender’ and left. The joyous announcement that Julie got his number made her friend screech over the phone.

Julie went back to the bar many times. Drinking and talking bled until deep in the night, once till closing time and then he walked her to her apartment. He didn’t resist when she kissed him, his lips kissing back with hunger.

It didn’t take long for the ‘fake’ to be scrapped from that label.)  

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@blush-and-books @willexx @bluefirewrites @ourstarscollided

#as an apology for last night's angst #here's something lighter lmao #juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better

[wellbafineline]

a very styles christmas

a/n Im aware this is the most cheesy title that i could’ve picked for this fic but pls forgive me this is the only thing i could think of 

I don’t really have much to say about this one but I want to wish a happy holidays and a merry christmas to everyone who celebrates - hope you enjoy this fiancé  harry one shot 

word count: 2.4k - ish

It felt as if you and Harry had only just gotten home when you started to pull the luggage out of the hallway cupboard again, you're not exactly excited to start packing for another trip, you always complained to Harry when you were trudging around your shared room that it was the worst part of any trip, to which he always chuckles and calls you dramatic but your point still stands in your eyes. 

You placed the two suitcases neatly next to each other at the foot of your and Harry’s shared bed, deciding to wait for him to get home before tackling that challenge of what to pack for the two weeks that you both were spending up north in Cheshire at his mums for Christmas. 

Just as you sat on the bed, reaching to check your phone Harry trudged back into your shared room still wrapped up in his coat and hat having just been loading the car in the cold London winter with the various gifts for family you needed to bring with you, the last of what needed to be loaded into the car staring back at you from the foot of the bed. 

‘No gonna pack themselves are they?’ Harry sighed, shrugging off his coat and throwing it on the chair that you so fondly had named the ‘chaos chair’ which usually housed a pile of washing that neither of you ever really put away just taking items of clothing till it reappeared after the next laundry cycle.

‘Wish they would, hate this bit, never know what to pack to take to your mums.’ Harry had now started to move around the room picking up some jumpers and sweatpants to put into his case. 

‘’M only bringing comfy stuff, if this weather keeps up doubt we’ll make it much further than the pub round the corner from mums’ He nodded towards your bedroom window where in true English Christmas weather the rain was bucketing down and wasn't looking like it was giving up any time soon. 

‘Now come on,’ he twists the t-shirt he was holding trying to swat at your bum where you were now standing by the window ‘want to make a move soon, hopefully get there before mum and Gem have broken into the Christmas wine supply, so we need to get a move on.’ 

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It was about an hour and a half in your three hour drive from London to cheshire. You and Harry had just finished loading up his range rover with all of the presents and luggage that you two would need for two weeks up north in time that you could get the worst parts of the drive over with without there being too much of a traffic jam. 

‘Love,’ Harry shakes your shoulder lightly as he pulls the car to a halt into the car park, ‘dozed off on me there been out for about the last half an hour’

‘Mmm, no, was jus’ resting my eyes promise, want me to run in get some bits’ nodding your head towards the service station in front of you. You and Harry had driven up to his mums more times than you could count in the three years that you’d been together, always taking the same route, Harry insisting that it was the quickest but you joked that it was the only way that he could take where he wouldn’t get lost on the winding country roads. But either way you had become quite fond of the small service station that was just outside of Birmingham on the M6.

‘Yeah, can just get us a coffee please.’ He asks leaning over to put a kiss on your cheek before you grabbed your bag and made your way out of the car, pulling your coat tight around you, the weather having not gotten much better since the two of you left London earlier in the day. 

Although the service was pretty quiet with only two or three people lined up at the Costa Coffee and a woman browsing the WHSmith in the corner, you knew that it was Harry’s time off, so you always volunteered to go for the two of you. Not that he didn't love meeting people but driving up to his mums for christmas seemed like something he prefers to keep private, especially with you news, the two of you didnt want it plastered across social media before you had the chance to tell those closest to you.

Having gotten everything you think you’ll need for the remainder of your drive, just waiting for the barista to call your name to collect the coffee that you feel as though you desperately need now, even if you insist you weren’t asleep, as you wait you twist the new ring on your left hand, a habit that you picked up relatively quickly after getting the piece of jewellery.

It hadn’t been a flashy proposal, no room full of a thousand candles, no plane flying over head asking the big question, it was just you and Harry in your home, if he was being honest it wasn't even planned, Harry saw you making tea for the both of you after returning from a day of interviews and couldn’t describe anything that he was feeling except he felt calm and he knew he wanted to feel like that, with you, forever. And so the ring that had been burning a hole in his handbag now resided on your ring finger and had for the past week unbeknownst to any of his family members. You had caved and face-timed your mum that night but Harry had insisted on surprising his mum with her future daughter-in-law for Christmas, telling you ‘you’ll be the best present she could've asked for this year. You’ll well beat the spa weekend Gem’s got her.’

Your name being called pulled you from your reminiscent day dream as you collected your two coffees and made your way back to Harry waiting in the car.

‘Mum said Gem hasn’t even left yet so we’ve got loads of time, think we’ll be the first ones there.’ He tells you as you pass him his coffee and get settled back into the car for the rest of the drive. 

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Harry was right, you were the first ones there, a stark change from previous years where you two were pulling into Anne’s driveway when the only lights on the street were the occasional decorative light and Anne's living room where she was waiting up for you two. But this year you were the only car in the drive as Harry pulled off the main road to pull into the space next to his mum’s car. 

As soon as she heard your car, Anne was swinging the front door open to welcome you, no doubt she’d been up all day preparing for you and the others to arrive, her favourite time of year being when she gets all her babies under the same roof again. 

 Harry parked the car, and you were quick to jump out going to help unload the ridiculous amount of stuff that you’d brought with you for the two weeks you were staying up north. You took the two suitcases wobbling slightly as you hauled them into the entry way as Anne helped Harry with the bags of presents.

 As they made their way toward you into the house Anne drops her bag of presents at the door pulling you into a tight hug. 

‘You two can’t stay away for so long next time, even if you have to drag my son up here by his hair.’ she told you pulling away from the tight embrace. 

‘Right you two go get settled upstairs, all the rooms are set up, and I'll sort these out by the tree’ She says motioning to the bags of presents that had been abandoned on the floor during your reunion embrace.  

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Anne had moved since Harry was a child, but she had made sure that both her kids still had their own rooms no matter how old they were or how long they’d been out of the house. Harrys being in the corner of the second floor of the house, looking out into the garden which in typical english fashion was sort of frozen over from rain and frost and sort of coated in snow. The walls of Harry’s room were a dark navy blue with the bed pushed to the window where Harry had already laid himself across.

‘Get up lazy bones.’ You teased throwing a sweatshirt from the case open in front of you at him. 

‘M up ‘m up, promise.’ he groaned sitting up on the bed looking at you now. ‘Have we decided how we’re gonna tell her yet.’ He asks referencing the rock on your left hand. 

‘Thought that was your thing to plan, haven't done your homework Styles’ you teased ‘Guess i thought i’d take my chances, Styles.’ He threw back at you ‘’sides she's gonna flip anyway we tell her, been on me for months to do it.’

‘I’m not a Styles yet, not for another few months anyway.’ 

‘Good as one now, unless you're planning on running away at the altar on me? Are ya?’

‘Course not.’ You assure him. ‘Now come here, need to help unpack.’

‘No, you c’mere don't need to pack, need to lay down, at least till Gem gets here an’ then we can tell ‘em together’ His hands grabbing for you to join him on the bed where he's now positioned himself closest to the wall, perfect for you to slide in.

You cave, making your way over to him on the bed, placing his arm over your waist and keeping hold of his hand. Harry sighs into your hair from where his chin now rests on you head, you know you shouldn’t really be napping but when you start to hear Harry’s quiet snores you start to close your eyes too. 

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You’re both awoken to the sound of who you presume is Gemma pulling into the driveway and talking to Anne in the entryway as you and Harry had hours before. Harry is the first to move, prompting you to sit up too, both of you taking a moment to rub your eyes but eventually silently moving to go downstairs to greet the rest of the family. 

Gemma and Anne were both sat at the kitchen table having a cup of tea when you and Harry joined them. 

‘There you are! Both of you were dead to the world when I went up before to check how the unpacking was going’ Anne laughed as Harry gave his sister a hug and went to sit next to Anne and you sat next to Gemma. Anne getting up to get you both a drink, knowing that Harry wouldn’t drink his but getting him one anyway, too while you caught up with Gemma. 

So far no one had noticed the ring on your finger, when Anne returns to the table with your two mugs and a plate of Christmas themed biscuits, you place your elbow on the table and lean your head onto your left hand, now this catches Anne’s attention almost shouting ‘Is this what I think it is’ as she grabs your hand to have a closer look. 

You and Harry don't really have the words so just nod while both grinning and Anne and Gemma, still both squealing over the ring and repeating congratulations as you hold your hand out to show them both a closer look at the ring. 

You sat back in your seat as Gemma turned to Harry finally pressing him for details of how he popped the question as you know he’ll talk about it for hours if given the chance, so you let him repeat the story this time just smiling and occasionally adding your perspective to it.

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry blurb #harry fic #harry imagine #harry x reader #fiance!harry #bf #my writing

[ragingpancake]

Lietuenant Colonel Idiot And The Kastat Root Part 2

Part 1

The first thing John is aware of when he starts to come to is the quiet beeping of machines. He knows that that’s never a good sign but he feels floaty and warm so he has a hard time caring about what exactly landed him in the infirmary this time. He opens his eyes slowly, blinking against the overhead light, dim as it was in the moment but he doesn’t realize he’s made a noise until Teyla and Ronon quickly come into his line of vision. “Hi,” he manages, voice hoarse with disuse, and you know, probably from the tube they’d shoved down his throat to anesthetize him when Carson had cut him back open to clean him up a little. “Where’s… what happened?” He has a vague memory of a stomachache and of screaming but the pain meds they have him on makes it hard to think. It also makes it hard to sleep, so when Teyla tells him gently that he should go back to sleep and they’ll fill him in later, he doesn’t argue. He just closes his eyes and lets the darkness return.

-- It happens like that a couple of times before John finally, truly, wakes up. He thinks that it’s probably the pain that does it, that pulls him back to the land of the lucid, as Beckett has started weaning him off of the good stuff. He doesn’t remember much from those quick bursts of consciousness, but he does remember that while he’s seen Teyla and Ronon every time, he hasn’t once seen Rodney. Where’s Rodney? “Aye, Colonel,” Carson greets, leaning over as he adjusts John’s nasal cannula, Teyla and Ronon just visible over his shoulder. “Welcome back t’the land of the livin’, lad. How’re ya feelin’ this morning?” “Where’s Rodney?” He doesn’t miss the way Carson’s face shifts, just for a moment, nor does he miss the look shared by Teyla and Ronon. Something sits painfully in his gut at that and for one brief, horrible moment, he’s afraid that something happened to Rodney, something off-world, because Rodney was always here when he woke up, and-- “Settle down now,” Carson admonishes gently, and John is embarrassed to realize that the beeping on his heart rate monitor has sped up. “Rodney’s down in the labs, that’s all. He’s alright. The only one y’need to be worryin’ about now is yourself.” “How much do you remember?” Ronon asks and John can tell by the look on Teyla’s face that she’s not pleased at the question. It had been a routine mission, right? M3-X982, the Plesians, according to the ancient database. Not so routine if you ended up here, his brain reminds him and okay, fair enough. He takes a second and tries to think through the brain fog he always associates with the good drugs. He remembers the almost meatloaf and the bad jokes told by Plesia’s leader, Korom. He remembers the heat--. No. Not heat. The fever and the stomachache and--. Screaming. Hoarse screams, begging them to stop killing him, for Ronon to let him go, for Teyla to help him. And Rodney… Rodney, holding the dagger looking very much on the edge of a panic attack as he sliced through John’s skin, flaying him open. “Your appendix nearly ruptured,” Carson supplies, voice more gentle now. “Rodney recognized the signs fairly quickly but the doctor in Plesia was ill-equipped to operate.” “Doctor McKay very likely saved your life, John,” Teyla says, a fact she’s tried to get through to Rodney since their return. “Aye,” Carson agrees. “We had t’put ya under again to clean up a bit of infection and to right some suturin’, but he did bloody well considerin’ the circumstances.” “Then why… why isn’t he here?” Because no one has actually told him that much, but John can probably guess why. Guilt is a hell of a thing and John knows in an instant that he would’ve never wanted the roles reversed, would’ve never have wanted to have to--. “I need to talk to him,” and he’s not exactly thrilled with how desperate he sounds but he really doesn’t care right. He needs to talk to Rodney, needs to seehim, to tell him he did good. He starts pulling at all the leads and wires and Ronon is there again, a firm hand on his shoulder, urging him back down. “Let me talk to him first,” he says and even Teyla raises an eyebrow at that. Ronon isn’t exactly known for his uh, gentle nature, but when she meets John’s eyes, she gives him the slightest of nods. “Tell him to get his ass in here, or I’m gonna come find him myself,” John warns, but there’s no heat. The slight exertion has left him very nearly panting through a wave of pain. “I’ll be sure to pass on the message,” he says and without anything further, Ronon is gone. -- Rodney McKay isn’t known for his silence. He knows he’s a loud, obnoxious, abrasiveman even on his best day and yet ever since they’d returned from Plesia, he hadn’t been able to muster up the strength to even so much as raise his voice. It’s unnerving his scientists, he knows, but he doesn’t care. Mostly, he keeps to himself and keeps working, stopping only long enough for the occasional power nap and to replenish his supply of power bars. He’s just finished the aforementioned nap when Ronon finds

him, trudging back down to the laps to continue his work on the ancient device they’d found some time ago. He’s hoping that with enough tweaking, it can be used to send a patient into something sort of a temporary stasis, long enough to get them back through the Stargate where an actual fucking medical team can--. “McKay,” Ronon calls, but Rodney doesn’t stop. “Little busy, Chewie,” he calls over his shoulder but it lacks the usual McKay bite. “Sheppard’s awake.” Rodney does stop for that, but he doesn’t turn, shoulders tensing and he has to take a deep breath because he can feel something like panic trying to surge up again. “Is he--?” “Pissed? Yeah. Pissed that you weren’t there with us when he woke up.” “Well I’m sorry that some of us have actual work to do and can’t spend days--.” “You’re bein’ dumb.” Rodney whirls around at that, and he can feel the vein in his forehead throbbing in anger because he’s not--! He’s just--! “Sheppard probably wouldn’t have made it out of surgery without some major problems if we’d waited until the rain stopped. The Doc said so himself. Because of what you did, he’s got about another week of medicine and he’ll be back on his feet.” “I am not that kind of doctor,” Rodney reminds Ronon and he hates how he sounds in that moment, so, so upset. So weak. The weakest on the team, always. “You were the most qualified in that room to do what had to be done,” Ronon says and while that may actually be true, that won’t help when the nightmares come back. “You held it together better than either me or Teyla would’ve.” Rodney highly doubts that. “Listen,” Ronon says and this may be the most words Rodney’s heard him string together ever. “It sucked but it had to be done. You can’t keep beating yourself up for it.” We’ll see about that, Rodney thinks. “Thanks for the pep talk, Conan,” he says as he starts back for the labs. “You’re goin’ the wrong way. Infirmary’s that way.” Rodney doesn’t respond and he half expects Ronon to come after him, to throw him over his shoulder and haul him off to the infirmary, but a moment later, Rodney hears a quiet sigh and heavy footsteps falling away. He’s just not ready yet. -- Rodney might not be ready yet, but John’s never been the most patient person in the world. Especially not when it comes to Rodney. He’s tired, in pain, and annoyedby the time he makes it down to the labs, a trip that should’ve taken him five minutes on a good day but has taken nearly a half an hour for all the breaks he’s had to take to stop and lean against the wall. Carson’s going to have a field day when he comes back from surgery to find that John’s managed to sneak out, but he’ll just have to deal with that later. For now, the only thing he’s concerned about is Rodney. Atlantis takes pity on him and opens the door to the labs the minute she senses him approaching, allowing him to continue to hold on the wall as he slips inside and the minute he sees the slope of those shoulders in that blue shirt, any annoyance John had been feeling faded away. “Listen Teyla,” Rodney says and he sounds exasperated which leads John to believe that the Athosian has been down here plenty while he’s been holed up in the infirmary. He’s glad for that though. Means his people are taking care of each other. “I appreciate y--,” he turns and the words die in his throat. “Hi Rodney,” John greets, maybe a little dumbly and Rodney stands up so quickly that his stool topples backward. John thinks maybe he’s going to haul off and punch him, so he braces for impact, but when Rodney approaches, he grabs John’s arm and hauls it around his shoulder, giving him something else to lean against. “You’re supposed to be in the infirmary, you absolute idiot,” Rodney hisses and when he gets John seated on a stool, he moves to tap the communicator in his ear. “Rodney, wait!” And he reaches for the other, closing his hand around Rodney’s wrist. “Just… gimme a minute, okay?” Rodney hesitates, which is unusual for him. Rodney is always so sure of himself and quick to make

sure everyone knows it. Was this because of what happened on Plesia? “Listen,” John says and that’s about as far as he gets before Rodney is talking over him. “No! You listen, you, you, you irresponsible, stupid—” There’s a half a second that John wants to be offended and starts to respond in kind, but he stops himself because he realizes that Rodney needs this. That he’s been holding this in since they got back from that stupid planet. “You could have died! And not just from your stupid appendix, but your entire body could have gone into shock and you could have died! Because you were too stupid, too, too, too you to just go to the damn infirmary before we ever left!” “I know, Rodney and I’m –” “No! You don’t know. You have no idea!” He’s pacing now, wringing his hands together and John doesn’t think he’s ever seen him so upset. The thought that he’d been the one to cause that— “What if I’d been wrong, Sheppard? What if that had been for nothing? What if I’d—" “Rodney,” John says and he stands then, ignoring the way that the room spins just a little. “Listen to me, okay? I’m fine. You did everything right, and you probably saved me from a really shitty next few weeks, assuming I hadn’t died. I wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it wasn’t for you.” “But--.” “No buts,” John answers. “I’m sorry you had to do that, that I made you have to make that choice. You’re right, it was stupid to go off world without getting checked out first and I’m sorry, alright?” He reaches up, rubbing uncomfortably at the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to, you know, thank you for saving my ass out there. And to tell you that I’m really glad to know that no matter what, you’ve got my back.” And Rodney sags, all of the fight and the anger and maybe a little of the guilt too having gone out of him. “You’re… really alright?” “I’m really alright,” John promises him and this time, Rodney sags against the table, the tension leaving shoulders. “Thank God,” he breathes, and a breath later, “you owe me for this.” “Ah, there he is,” John says and he feigns annoyance, rolling his eyes. “No, no, you don’t understand. You owe me.” “I know, Rodney.” He doesn’t protest as Rodney comes around again, hauling John’s arm over his shoulder and as they begin to make their way from the science lab, back to John’s own quarters, John lets Rodney’s incessant babble wash over him. It felt good to hear it again, he realizes, even if he knows he’s never going to hear the end of this. And honestly? Well. He wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.

#fandom: sga #stargate atlantis #sga #sga fic #john sheppard #rodney mckay #ronon dex #teyla emmagan #hurt!John sheppard #john sheppard whump #teamfic

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

Familiar Face - Ukai Keishin x Reader

Summary: Ukai catches up with an old friend who has returned to Miyagi after being gone for 7 years.

Word Count: 4469

Warnings: SMUT. If you are uncomfortable with sex then DON’T READ THIS.

Author’s Note: I like dropping hints that I like older men... I like older men. Also, special thanks to the Haiku Writer’s Chat for helping me with this fic! 

Tagging: @cmllnc​ @haik-whoo​

“And look at this picture! He totally went bald, it’s only been a couple years and he’s completely bald!”

Ukai sighed deeply, trying to tune out Shimada’s and Takinoue’s gossip as he flipped through a magazine at the store counter. 

Shimada had recently made it a point to friend all their old classmates on FaceBook, claiming it would be good to ‘get in touch’ with everyone and set up a reunion.

Ukai was sure it was an attempt to rekindle old flames with their female classmates.

“Why haven’t you joined FaceBook, Ukai? If you join and you friend me, I’ll only be a couple more people away from having our whole class on here!” Shimada exclaimed, continuing to scroll through his feed while Takinoue looked over his shoulder.

“I don’t need a bunch of strangers to know my business,” Ukai replied, not bothering to glance up at them from his magazine, “If they matter, they’ll already know.”

Shimada huffed before returning to his recommended friends list.

A chirp from the phone followed by an excited gasp caused Ukai to give another irritated sigh.

“(Y/n) friended me back!” Shimada said excitedly.

Ukai finally looked up from the reading material, resisting the urge to completely set it aside and attempt to snatch the phone from his friend’s hands.

“Woah! She looks totally different- she messaged me!”

Well, that was enough for Ukai to toss the magazine aside and try to get a look at the phone.

“What? What’d she say?”

“Oh nowww you’re interested!” Shimada huffed, shielding the phone from Ukai’s eyes. “She said she’s moving back to town for work. She wants to meet for dinner and drinks tonight.”

Ukai would never admit to it, but that made his heart drop. He hadn’t seen or heard from (Y/n) in 7 years.

She decided to go to college in the city, meaning she left everything behind. Including Ukai. After being best friends since middle school (and boyfriend and girlfriend their third year of high school) she just left.

It wasn’t like Ukai didn’t understand. He totally understood why she wanted to go. That didn’t make their breakup any easier though.

“Lucky for you, she’s asking me to invite you and Takinoue.” Shimada smiled, typing out his reply to her.

“What are you saying?” Ukai asked, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair.

“That we’ll see her at 7 at our old spot.” Shimada replied, sending the message before any of them could object. Not that Ukai would.

He would have to haul ass back to the shop from Karasuno, get changed into something presentable, then haul ass to the restaurant. But he would do it if it meant seeing (Y/n) again.

And that is exactly what he did.

He rushed his last words to the team before sprinting out of the gym, leaving the the boys confused and Takeda scrambling to come up with words of encouragement on the spot.

Once Ukai arrived at the restaurant, he was showered and dressed in jeans and a casual button-up. Something to show he tried but not really.

Shimada and Takinoue had seated themselves to face the door, meaning (Y/n)’s back was to Ukai when he arrived. Once the two started to wave Ukai over, (Y/n) turned to look at him and smiled.

Ukai was suddenly 18 years old again; palms sweaty and knees weak from that familiar smile.

“Keishin!” (Y/n) got up from her spot and leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace he wasn’t expecting. “It’s been so long!”

He quickly returned the hug, lifting her off her tip-toes for a moment. “Too long.”

Ukai set her back down, pulling out of the embrace and repressing the blush he had felt creeping up his neck.

The two sat down, all while (Y/n) continued staring at Ukai. “You look so different, look at this hair!” she beamed, lightly tugging on a blonde strand of hair. “You got your ears pierced too!”

“Yeah,” Ukai smiled, scratching at the back of his head, “I went a little overboard after graduation but I think it fits me...” More like after you left...

“Well I love it. It definitely fits you.” (Y/n) smiled, her gaze lingering on him before turning back to her drink.

“Well, let’s toast! To rekindling old friendships!” Takinoue held up his glass, clinking it against the other three.

Ukai watched (Y/n) from the corner of his eye as he sipped at his beer. It was almost room temperature since they ordered it before he arrived, but his thoughts were wandering elsewhere.

It would be way too forward to tell her how beautiful she had gotten in the years she was gone. When they finally got together their third year, she was a budding flower, still beautiful in her own right as a young woman. Now she was fully bloomed, radiant and flawless. A woman.

Rather than spilling his guts to her about how much he missed her and how these past 7 years were agony, Ukai spent the night laughing about old times while also catching up on more recent events.

“You’re really coaching at Karasuno huh? And to think you gave your gramps all that shit for sticking around like that...” (Y/n) smirked, downing the last of her drink.

“This is different, they really needed it.” Ukai smiled, tapping his fingers against his glass.

“You guys really needed it too, though.” she quipped, earning a laugh from Shimada and Takinoue.

“And what about you? You said you came back for work. What work?” Ukai asked, lightly nudging (Y/n) with his elbow.

(Y/n) shrugged, “I’m an athletic trainer and physical therapist. I’m interviewing for a job tomorrow. That’s all I’ll say about it because I don’t want to jinx it.” There was a coy smile playing on her lips. Either it was the alcohol or she was up to something.

“Well good lu-” Ukai was cut off by (Y/n) covering his mouth.

“No! You’ll jinx it!” (Y/n) giggled, keeping her palm firmly against his lips.

Ukai responded in kind by dragging his tongue along her palm, earning a squeal of disgust from (Y/n) as she pulled back.

“Sick! Keep your bodily fluids to yourself!” (Y/n) groaned, wiping her hand on his shirt.

“Need I remind you there was a time when you didn’t mind my spit.” Ukai smirked, looking away from her to hide his slight blush.

“Oh I don’t need any reminders there.” (Y/n) replied, rolling her eyes at him.

“I can’t believe you two dated.” Takinoue sighed, resting his chin on his palm.

Ukai sent a small glare his way.

“N-not as in you two weren’t a good fit! It’s more like... we all kind of expected you both to get together, when it finally happened it was like a dream!” he explained.

“He’s right,” Shimada added, slowly nodding. “No more tip-toeing around each other. No more cat and mouse. Just boom! Ukai and (Y/n)! They’re like an elephant! When they walk into a room it’s like, okay! They’re in there!”

Now there was no hiding the blush on Ukai’s cheeks. He looked down at (Y/n), who had started shuffling in her spot.

“O-okay, judging from his volume I think it’s time to call it a night.” (Y/n) said, checking her phone for the time. “I need to get to bed soonish anyway. Interview’s in the afternoon but I still want time to get ready.”

“I can get him home.” Takinoue said, dropping cash on the table and helping Shimada up. “We’ll catch up again soon.”

Ukai and (Y/n) bid them goodbye as they began fishing for their wallets.

“You back home home? Or have you found a place?” Ukai asked, helping (Y/n) onto her feet once she paid her fair share of the tab.

She shook her head, “Im in a hotel kinda nearby. Thought it would be weird going back to my parents’ place as a 26 year old...”

Ukai chuckled, following her out of the restaurant. “I don’t blame you.”

The two went silent for a bit, shuffling their feet and hesitating to make eye contact.

“...Shimada never could hold his liquor, huh?” Ukai asked, earning a giggle from (Y/n).

“You’d think after all these years he would have learned...” she mused, running a hand through her hair.

They both went silent again until (Y/n) spoke up, her tone conveying an inkling of hope.

“I have to get up early and all but even then... I’m still kind of thirsty...”

Ukai gave her a small smile, “We can get some beer on the house from the shop...?”

(Y/n) smiled back, “I’d like that.”

He offered (Y/n) his arm, hiding his excitement when she linked their arms and began walking with him in the direction of the shop.

He was sure to lock the door behind them, keeping the lights off so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Even though the shop sign read ‘closed,’ some of the Karasuno boys would still try to get in if the lights were on.

“Do we get to drink in the dark the rest of the night?” (Y/n) asked, taking a swig of her drink.

“We can go upstairs... sit in the living room and talk.” Ukai offered, his palms getting sweaty all over again.

Once (Y/n) accepted, he lead her up the staircase in the back of the store, unlocking the door to his flat and letting her enter first.

“Ooooo, bachelor pad.” She teased, looking around the room. It was surprisingly clean, except for the clothes trail towards the shower he had left earlier.

“Nothing to see here!” he shouted, swiping his boxer briefs from off the floor and throwing them into his bedroom.

(Y/n) giggled, turning away to look at the wall decorations he had strung up. Some movie posters, one karasuno poster, and a couple pictures of their friend group in high school.

She paused at a particular photo of the two of them at graduation, smiling fondly at the memory. “Bring a lot of women up here?”

Ukai had been gathering the rest of the clothes on the floor, pausing at the question. “None that are really noteworthy...”

(Y/n) hummed to herself, tearing her eyes away from the picture and making her way to the couch.

“It’s kind of awkward since the town is small... so I’ve kinda stopped doing that.” he explained, retrieving his beer and sitting beside her.

“Kinda?” she asked.

Ukai shrugged, “I’m only human... I slip up and break my own rules every now and then.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly, shaking her head and taking another drink. “Some things never change...” she mumbled against the bottle.

He kept his eyes on her the whole time, tapping his thumb against the glass. “Did you...?”

(Y/n) bit her lip, unwilling to meet his gaze before taking a big swig of her drink.

“You seemed so sure you would before you left... but it still feels like the same (Y/n).” Ukai continued, slowly looking her over.

“Is it bad if I didn’t change?” she asked, staring at a random corner of the room.

“Not at all...” Ukai paused, unable to hold back a sigh before continuing. “It just makes me wonder... why break up if the only thing that really changed was your zip code...”

“I mean- I did change. I grew up, you did too. I just didn’t want it to end badly because of those growing pains.” (Y/n) explained. “Did... did you think it ended badly?”

“N-no, no I didn’t. I’m grateful it ended the way it did, rather than you falling out of love with me or something... Not that you still love me now- I’m just- Ugh! Bottom line, I’m fine with how things happened. It just... stings...”

(Y/n) chewed at her lip, something Ukai knew she did when she was anxious. He just made things super weird, all cuz he wanted closure.

“Do you have any regrets?” she suddenly asked, finally looking up at him.

Ukai sighed softly, slowly nodding his head. “Yeah... just one... I didn’t go after you.... Do you...?”

(Y/n) chuckled softly, turning back to her bottle. “Yeah actually... I didn’t stay with you.”

The two went silent. Ukai hadn’t meant for the conversation to take this turn. He wasn’t even drunk and he was still spilling his guts over a breakup from 7 years ago.

(Y/n) downed the last of her beer, setting the empty bottle on the coffee table before fully facing Ukai. “Can we try something?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, setting his bottle on the coffee table before turning to her.

“You’re going to kiss me. And if we don’t feel anything, I’ll leave and act like it never happened...” (Y/n) explained. It was a simple set of instructions but it had Ukai’s heart ready to jump out of his chest.

“And if we feel something?” He asked.

(Y/n) shrugged. “I dunno. But I won’t leave...”

Ukai took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily to regain his confidence.

“Okay,” he opened his eyes, “I’m ready.”

“You’re kissing your ex-girlfriend, not disarming a bomb.” (Y/n) quipped. 

“Well, now I have to take another deep breath because you broke my concentration.” Ukai complained.

“Will you just hurry-”

Without warning, Ukai cupped (Y/n)’s cheeks and pulled her into a gentle, passionate kiss.

He told himself to keep it simple, but 7 years of repressed feelings suddenly began pouring out into this one intimate moment. Before he knew it, (Y/n) was kissing him back, hands clinging to his shirt and pulling him closer.

(Y/n) brushed her tongue over his lip, earning a moan from Ukai as he pulled her body flush against his.

(Y/n) pulled away for a moment, lightly pushed Ukai to lay on his back, then moved between his legs and flush against him.

Ukai breathlessly pulled her into another kiss, sighing shakily against her lips as his hands roamed her body. He was beginning to regret wearing jeans instead of his usual sweat pants.

(Y/n) tossed his hairband aside and began running her fingers through his hair, causing another moan to bubble from his lips.

No other women made him moan like this. But this was (Y/n). (Y/n) who knew him inside and out. (Y/n) who he knew inside and out.

He brushed his hand through her hair, lightly gripping it and pulling her away, tugging her head to the side and dragging his tongue up her throat. She moaned shakily, gripping his shirt so tight that Ukai thought the buttons might pop off.

The sudden feeling of (Y/n) grinding her hips against Ukai’s had him tugging her hair harder and biting her neck.

(Y/n) whined and began shakily unbuttoning his shirt.

He parted from her neck and moved her to sit up, taking off the button-up and his undershirt.

(Y/n) had gotten busy trying to take off her dress, she almost didn’t notice Ukai’s shirtless body.

She went hot, looking over his amazing physique. He looked nothing like this when they were last together. Something special caught her eye, causing her to smirk once her dress was tossed aside.

“When’d you do this?” she asked, brushing her fingers over one of his pierced nipples. Ukai shivered at her touch. He retaliated by reaching around her and unclasping her bra, tossing it away.

“I told you I went overboard after you left...” he mumbled, kneading her breasts.

(Y/n) moaned shakily, peppering needy kisses against Ukai’s lips. “Take me right here...” she murmured between kisses.

Ukai suddenly flipped their position, getting (Y/n) on her back and straddling her. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, beginning to take a condom out until (Y/n) stopped him.

“Nuh-uh, I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I want you raw.” She panted, hastily unbuckling his belt.

This was a dream come true.

Ukai threw the wallet aside and tugged off (Y/n)’s panties, stuffing them in the pocket of his jeans before tugging his pants halfway down his thighs.

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide at the sight of him. She gripped the couch cushion as he rubbed his tip against her slit, sighing shakily.

“Maybe I should have stretched first...” (Y/n) breathed, hips twitching as Ukai eased the tip inside of her.

“You’ll get a good stretch from this, angel...” he grunted, her old nickname adding onto the pleasure they were both experiencing.

Ukai eased in deeper, his hips stuttering as (Y/n) dug her nails into his arms. His teeth dug into his bottom lip and his eyes screwed shut. They moaned in unison once he was fully inside of her.

“Kei, if you don’t move...” (Y/n) whined, rolling her hips to gain some friction.

Ukai moaned shakily, slowly rocking his hips against her’s. “Y-you’re as tight as the first time we fucked...”

(Y/n) gasped as Ukai suddenly hit her g-spot, prompting him to thrust faster into that spot he instantly recognized. “Has my angel been waiting for me this whole time?”

She moaned louder, dragging her nails down his arms, earning a symphony of moans from him as well.

Ukai hooked one arm under her leg, spreading her legs wider as he continued plowing into her. He struggled to keep himself propped up with the other hand, shaking hard as (Y/n) began to tighten around him.

He pressed his forehead to hers, growling as she stared into his eyes and clawed at his shoulders.

“Keiiii pleaaaase!” she shrieked, squirming against him.

“T-that’s it, angel. Let me have it...” he groaned, brushing his lips against hers.

(Y/n) screamed shakily, burying her face in Ukai’s neck and biting him.

Ukai came after a few more thrusts, emptying himself inside her while he moaned wildly.

They both panted hard, a wave of euphoria crashing into them in the wake of their orgasms.

(Y/n) tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him into a sloppy kiss.

Once they parted, he stood straight and took off his jeans, standing completely bare in front of (Y/n).

She was slightly confused until he lifted her off the couch and took her to his bedroom. He carefully laid her down before flopping onto the bed beside her.

(Y/n) let out a tired giggle, looking Ukai over as he still struggled to catch his breath.

“I think I have a cramp in my leg...” he groaned.

“Want me to rub it out?” (Y/n) teased, reaching towards him and brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

He slowly shook his head before taking her hand and kissing the tip of her middle finger. “Anymore friction from you and my soul will ascend into heaven.”

(Y/n) sighed softly, relaxing into the mattress and closing her eyes. “I shouldn’t stay... I have my job interview tomorrow.”

Ukai moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I have to open the shop up early tomorrow. I’ll wake you up so you have time to go to your hotel and make sure you’re ready... okay?”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, leaning up and kissing him once more.

“I guess this means we still feel something, huh?” Ukai asked, pulling the covers over their bodies.

“I guess so...” (Y/n) smiled, gently hugging his waist. “Maybe you can take me on a proper date tomorrow night... then it can be official.”

He chuckled softly, the need to sleep overcoming his need to say something clever. “Goodnight, (Y/n)...”

“Goodnight, Kei...”

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The next day went by like a breeze for Ukai. He got one last kiss from (Y/n) when she left that morning, along with her new phone number. She didn’t even ask for her panties back.

Ukai wore a hoodie that easily covered the bite mark (Y/n) left him, meaning he wouldn’t have to deal with stupid questions from the boys at Karasuno.

Speaking of the boys, they were responding well to the new drills he and Takeda drew up. They were already showing improvement with their spikes and their serves. It was a perfect day.

Ukai was in the process of taking a swig of water when he heard the gym doors open, followed by a “HEADS UP!” from Noya.

The sound of a volleyball smacking against someone’s arm’s made the gym go silent. Hinata caught the stray ball, looking helplessly at Ukai.

The coach turned to see who had entered and blocked the ball.

He snorted, keeled over, and spat up the water he had been drinking onto the gym floor.

Takeda began slapping his back to help clear his airway as the school’s principal thanked (Y/n) profusely.

Ukai figured she had sidestepped in front of the principal and blocked the ball from smacking him right in the family jewels. She never joined Karasuno’s girl’s team, but she had helped Ukai practice enough to know how to receive a ball.

The principal cleared his throat, regained his composure, and led (Y/n) towards the coaches.

Ukai stood up straight, still struggling to breath as he looked her over. She was wearing a button-up shirt, a pencil skirt and heels. She was like an image out of a sexy librarian fantasy... only this was the real world. This was really happening.

“Coach Ukai, Coach Takeda, I would like to introduce your new athletic trainer!” the principal announced, beaming as Takeda and (Y/n) bowed to one another.

“It’s wonderful to meet-”

“What are you doing here?” Ukai coughed, interrupting Takeda.

(Y/n) smiled bashfully, giving him a small shrug of her shoulders. “I told you at dinner I didn’t want to say more about the job... I coulda jinxed it...”

“Ohhh!” the principal exclaimed, “I don’t know how I didn’t realize you two were classmates! What a wonderful reunion!”

“I did tell you we needed a trainer to come in and help before nationals...” Takeda murmured, nervously shifting where he stood.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Her first official day is tomorrow.” The principal left with that, Ukai realizing how silent the gym was as his footsteps got further and further away.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?! Get back to your drills!” he shouted at the team.

The boys got their asses back in gear, stealing glances at the coaches and their new trainer every now and then.

“I’m going to... go... over there...” Takeda stuttered. He quickly bowed to (Y/n) before running to the opposite side of the court.

“Are you really that upset?” (Y/n) frowned.

Ukai sighed softly rubbing at his temples. “No... I just really wish you told me...”

“Well... I didn’t exactly plan on last night-” (Y/n) paused when she noticed one of the boys, Hinata, slowly sidestepping closer to them to listen in on what was happening.

“Get back to spiking or you’ll be on towel duty for a month.” Ukai grumbled.

Hinata squeaked before running back onto the court.

“I didn’t plan on last night to go the way it did. I thought we’d get dinner, go our separate ways, then surprise! I’m here and we get to live out some slowburn fantasy where we fall for each other again.” (Y/n) explained, keeping her voice low.

Ukai sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He felt (Y/n) slowly place her hand on his arm, wandering until she took his hand in hers. “Please just give me a chance? I want to help you get them to nationals...”

He slowly opens his eyes, groaning at the way she batted her eyes at him.

“Fine.”

(Y/n) smiled wide and hugged him tightly, snickering when he completely flushed red. “This is gonna be so much fun... now introduce me to the team.”

Once their current drill was complete, Ukai called the team over, noting the way the boys eyed (Y/n) with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Alright, this is (Y/n). She’s an old friend and she’s going to be our new athletic trainer. She’s gonna do everything in her power to whip you into shape for nationals. So do as she says and we won’t have any issues.”

A couple of the boys raised their hands high.

“Wow, there are questions about that... Tanaka.” Ukai pointed at the redhead.

“Is she your girlfriend?” he asked, no hesitation or shame in his words.

Ukai tensed. (Y/n) snickered.

“N-Not relevant!”

“Is she our Coach Mom now?” Noya piped up.

“No!”

“So you're not our Coach Dad?” Noya asked.

“Of course not!”

“I have a question not having to do with Coach Mom at all!” Hinata shouted.

Ukai breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. What’s your question?”

“What’s on your neck?”

Ukai went completely red again as (Y/n) tried to stifle her laughter.

“Is that from Coach Mom?” Noya shrieked, grabbing Asahi’s arms and shaking him wildly. “That’s from Coach Mom!”

“It totally is from Coach Mom...” Suga mumbled.

“Don’t encourage them.” Daichi said, nudging Suga.

“THE NEXT PERSON TO CALL (Y/n) COACH MOM HAS TO RUN 50 LAPS!” Ukai yelled, finally silencing the boys.

“L-lets just get back to our drills!” Takeda shouted, ushering the boys back onto the court.

“I just wanted to know what was on his neck...” Hinata pouted, “Did Coach Mom really do that-”

“50 laps Hinata!”

“Awwww! Do I have to, Coach Mom?!”

“100 LAPS!”

“No!” (Y/n) barked, lightly pushing Ukai before turning to Hinata. “That’s absurd, you don’t have to.”

Ukai adjusted his hoodie, glancing at (Y/n) as she crossed her arms. “You’d think you’d be a little less tense after last night-”

“Please just go home.” Ukai sighed, taking the keys to his flat from his pocket and placing them in her hand.

She blinked down at the keys in shock.

“I don’t want you in some hotel room when I have a perfectly good bed at my place... I’ll help you get your things from the hotel once practice is over...” He explained, scratching at the back of his head while keeping his eyes on the team.

“Guess you are my boyfriend then...” (Y/n) smiled. She quickly pressed a kiss to Ukai’s cheek before turning on her heels to leave. “See you at home, Coach Dad...”

Ukai turned to watch her leave, a small smile on his face. It wasn’t such a bad nickname when she said it...

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #coach ukai #ukai keishin #ukai x reader #haikyuu ukai #oneshot #smut

[shirtlessfelix]

so next week im moving into an apartment close to my college campus and while i am big excited i am kindof nervous. i also won’t be able to play dbd anymore until like december so bummed about that. so would it be ok if i requested some hcs for moving in (maybe post entity?) with dwight, jeff, quentin, and zarina? - adam anon

That is exciting!! I hope moving and college go well for you, and I'm sorry you can't play DBD for a while ;( Maybe videos/streamers will help get your fix lol. I hope you enjoy these~ <3 <3

Survivors Moving In HCs

<200 words each

Dwight: He's the kind of person who has everything written down, meticulously checking off what he needs and scrambling to get everything together even though he does so way ahead of time. He doesn’t want anything to go wrong at the last minute, so he makes damn sure he’s communicating with the rentor and that his documents are in order.

He’ll ask for help from friends to get him settled in, but they know how much of a control freak Dwight can be, so they take it easy and follow his pace. It’ll be smooth sailing so long as everything ends up where he wants it to end up, and he’ll be grateful to have had some extra hands. God knows he isn’t exactly fit for heavy lifting, but luckily David is!

Once he’s settled in, Dwight can relax again without worrying about anything. He’s comfortable and happy in his new apartment, and it shows when he invites his small group over for a movie night.

Jeff: He’s also very particular about the way he goes about his list-making, but he’s much more laid back about it than Dwight is. Jeff scribbles four different checklists on the same piece of paper he ripped out of a sketchbook and keeps it in his pocket until he’s fully moved in. Truthfully, he remembers most anything he writes down, so the visuals in his head help him more than anything.

He’s a bit of a lone wolf and a lot stronger than he would appear to be, but that doesn’t mean he can haul his furniture inside by himself. Jeff doesn’t like to bother people too much, especially his friends, so he won’t ask them for help. Instead, they’ll approach him, and he’ll cautiously accept their offer. They know he appreciates it, so his small thanks once everything is said and done is enough.

It doesn’t take Jeff long to become accustomed to his new place, and only days after moving in will his art begin to clutter the walls, and a new life will begin.

Quentin: He may be a little too laid back, so his more responsible friends will be there to help him out from the get-go. It’s not that he’s incapable of doing anything on his own, but his severe lack of sleep makes him quite forgetful, and the paranoia he still lives with can derail him in an instant. As such, he’d much prefer to live with at least one roommate, but preferably two so he can feel safer.

Speaking of roommates, Quentin moves in with only his closest of close friends—those he doesn’t hesitate to call family—and he’s beyond excited to live with them. In his mind, they’ll have all-nighters every night, but he knows that’s just a fantasy that he won’t even fulfill himself. The truth is that his sleep schedule will be the inverse of his roommates’ so he doesn’t have to sleep in the dark.

Zarina: Like Dwight, she can be a bit of a control freak when it comes to getting everything in order; from agreements to payments, she’ll take care of them immediately. She’s more efficient and clean-cut in her ways, never losing track of anything and remaining calm the whole way through. She’s dealt with enough in her life that she’s numbed to any stress she might cause herself, and here it works out in he favor.

Moving in on that first day, Zarina looks around and puts everything where it still is in her head from her previous apartment, (i.e. utensils going in the top-rightmost drawer, her desk going in the corner of her room). She has “comfort patterns” in her day to day life that ground her and make moving an enjoyable experience for everyone involved, and so she doesn’t feel so disconnected. She always likes having people around, so get/togethers are frequent. She’s fun when she wants to be!

#sffic #anon #req #hc #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight fanfiction #dbd dwight #dwight fairfield #dbd jeff #jeff johansen #dbd quentin #quentin smith #dbd zarina #zarina kassir #headcanon #dbd headcanons

[poptod]

The Breeding Kings, pt. 15, (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Dripping with dust.

Notes: i have a bunch of chapters backpiled, im gonna post them all and then dip. WC: 2.6k

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Despite everyone's attempts to keep up a faster pace, many of you lagged behind, depleted entirely of energy after the long pause. Ahkmen had grown long accustomed to the heat, but that didn't stop him from complaining as he walked beside you, his shoulders sagging.

"I told you I didn't trust Batnoam," he grumbled quietly, half hoping you wouldn't hear.

"We can be dead now if we did not go with him," you said, swatting away the flies that swarmed around your heated head, and around the camel you rode.

"You don't know that," he said.

"And you do not know we would be better with Batnoam not here," you said with a saccharine smile.

He rolled his eyes but chuckled, giving away his true feelings on the matter.

You and Ahk brought up the rear once again, and by choice, allowing you few onlookers and listeners to judge your conversations. The only person that saw you was the one lagging behind––Makko. He'd been silent since his outburst, distant in both physical and psychological terms. There was an air of shame that he carried, one that he made himself, and one he suffered the burden of. Ahkmen spared a couple glances back, but had little idea on how he could help.

"Makko!" You called, twisting around in the loaded saddle.

Makko, who was previously staring at the ground, looked up.

"You do have water?" You asked, holding up one of your last full flasks.

"I, uh..." he mumbled, his words almost entirely muted beneath the footsteps in dry, cracking earth, "ran out a little bit ago."

"Then this," you said as you screwed the cap on tight, tossing it over to him.

"Oh. Zank you," he said in a lighter tone.

Banks of sand that flowed like water turned to arid, hard earth, devoid of any life or water. Red and yellow mountains broke out of the valley plateau, blocking away the edge of the sky and the distant cities beyond. As wide as it was, it was still a valley, and thus a place that would gather sunlight like a thief gathers gold, glowing yellow dust painting every surface around him. His hands were beginning to crack open much like the earth did, dry and deep. A burning sensation was building in his nose from the amount of dust kicked up by those he followed, and there was very little water left at all amongst the caravan.

You had little more than a few bites of dinner that next night. A growling stomach bothered you through a restless sleep, grasping desperately at the body next to you as you sweated from your twitching. Ahk couldn't manage to fall asleep, so he was awake to feel you gripping his hands and shirt, muttering something in a language he didn't know.

"Yogi?" He whispered, blinking away the sand that caught on his eyelashes.

You inhaled sharply, but your eyes remained closed.

"Yogasundari, calm down," he said as he raised his hand, stroking delicate fingers over your cheek and jaw. "It's alright."

You choked on yourself for a few more seconds before the harsh breaths gave way to evenness, slowing to match his own pace. Rapid, sleeping blinks slowed as well, creating a small sense of peace within the hostile desert. Ahk sighed, removing his hand from you.

"There you are," he murmured.

He got little rest after that.

Midnight faded into heated afternoon, the empty stomach, burning eyes and skin, and thirst remaining a staple of his aching body. A massive sun burned above, shining directly in the basin of red stone and dry dust. The water in his mouth turned to sweat on the back of his neck, sticking to his head covering, and running down the back of his shirt. Even the wind brought nothing but heat––boiling them inside a metalworker's furnace.

Days and nights followed in similar fashions, attempting to bring some semblance of comfort to each other, and too exhausted to bother interacting with others. Those walking in front of you turned silent as well, and Batnoam rarely spoke outside of mutterings to himself. Open mouths wasted precious water.

Several days later, in the evening, Ahk sat in the sand, his wooden totem in one hand and his knife in the other. He looked between the two of them, his eyes dragging listlessly from one object to the other as he blinked slowly. If he burned it, he'd be able to make a fire, albeit small since there was only one bush growing in the nearest crevice. Or, you could remain in the dark, and he could give a work of art to you. He turned to you, hoping to find some sort of answer, only to see you already asleep, your hand outstretched to him.

He shifted slowly into a lying position, moving your limp body as he needed till he wrapped himself in you, breathing deeply to slow his anxious heart. His lips, once soft as rose petals, were chapped and often bleeding, even as they pressed a weak kiss to your midsection.

The first signs of civilization were scant––travellers going in the opposite direction on roads you didn't know, causing Batnoam to take a detour to the south, to where the pathways were laid out. In either way there had to be humans, a city, or a village, and even more hopefully a wealth of water and food. But the residences you found yourself in the presence of were small, poorly made, and built upon a hilltop of ruins. On the other side of the town, however, was a vast, flowing river lined with soft grasses and shady trees. You let out a laugh––probably the first one anyone in the caravan had heard in a week––and threw your hands up into the air in victory.

"We did not die!" You cried, pouncing onto Ahk with a fierce hug that nearly toppled him onto the ground.

"Shut up!" Shouted a distant voice from within the village.

Since there were no walls put up around the establishment, there were no guards to protect a particular entrance. Instead, thin streets wove around unevenly placed buildings of clay and mud, many of which had roofs with reed mats set out beside ladders and spreads of drying fruit. As you got deeper into town, a few more intricate buildings came into view. Several floors high and carved in a peculiarly African fashion, they loomed above the other buildings as towers in the vacant sky, the mark of a once booming city state. Forgotten, empty, and rotting.

The people who passed by your large group gave you odd stares, but none wanted to speak to you, which made finding a kitchen or tavern rather difficult. In the end, you all figured they probably didn't have a tavern.

You made it all the way through town and out the other side, where––to Batnoam's knowledge––the Euphrates flowed. Here, the two riverbanks weren't all that far apart, and the water ran in a steady, clear ripple over rocks and mud. The grasses and trees you saw before were now before all of you, and you grinned in relief at the feeling of grass around your feet.

Camels knelt down in the soft dirt the moment they realized they were allowed to do so, and the many travellers that made up the caravan slowly removed all their baggage and belongings. You and Ahk got yours rather quickly, and moved to the side, checking that everything was still in place and unbroken.

As you opened up your first bag, Sephys came jumping out of it, causing you to flinch backwards with your eyes squeezed shut. You sighed once you realized she hadn't hurt you. She was, however, leaving you behind, as she shambled off to the riverside.

"Will she be alright?" Ahk asked, glancing between you and the cat.

"Oh, yes, she is good," you said dismissively.

You shuffled things around in your bags a moment more, your arms stuck deep within, the brim nearly sitting around your shoulder. Afterwards you sat back, taking a deep breath as you lay down.

Ahk made way to say something, but before he could, he noted Makko coming closer, alone with his bags. Crunching footsteps brought you to sit up and recognize him, as well.

"I vanted to say thank you, for being a friend," he said in a quiet voice. "I am going north now."

"With Khawa?" Ahk asked, but Makko shook his head.

"No, I am too much of a danger to have in ze... in a trader's caravan. I do not want Shirat, or any of zem, to get hurt."

Makko looked over his shoulder to Shirat, who was discussing something with Eshai, her long, black robes fluttering in the wind.

"I know," you said softly. "I know what it is, what you are. Hunted. I... hope you are well in your travels. Here, um... take this."

You pulled out a bottle filled with a strange, almost green liquid.

"It is for wounds. A little will do a lot," you said, handing it to him. He hesitantly took it.

"Thank you," he said, his voice cracking as he bowed his head and left.

Sitting from a distance allowed you and Ahk to slowly see the caravan split into different directions, some with and some without the camels that Batnoam began to sell. Soon, there were very few people left at all, and Ahk rose to his feet, gesturing for you to do the same.

"I don't want to have to talk to Batnoam again," he muttered in your ear, "so I think we should go now before he approaches us."

You agreed with a small, but definite, nod.

The two of you hauled your bags on your shoulders and backs, trecking back into town in hopes of finding something to eat, or a place to stay, at least for the night. A much longer pause was needed, but this town didn't seem like a good place to stop and rest up. More of a 'take a breath and keep going' kind of place.

Despite that, it still was the beginning of evening, and you were both irreparably exhausted and hungry. Sick of trying to negotiate food with the inhabitants of the town––which was called Mari, according to Batnoam––you instead took up a place along the river's shore, hiding yourselves from view within thickets of soft, green leaves. There you started up the fire, while Ahk fashioned a long, wooden pike that he drove into the riverbed in search of fish. Sephys eventually made her way to you as well, joining Ahk in trying to catch a meal.

You chuckled when he swore, ripping the stick out from between lodged rocks. He nearly slipped onto his back as he did, so when he caught himself, his eyes were wide as the sky, causing you to only laugh even more.

After a while his feet began to freeze in the water, and he lugged himself up on shore devoid of any fish. In a disappointed heap he returned to you, panting as he sat down, warming his feet on your fire.

"I have no heal potion now," you said, pulling a small mixing pot out from your bag. "I need to make one."

"How'd you do that?" He asked.

"Mint, chamomile, and honey of marigolds. And tears from being sad, but I get those later, when I am sad next," you recited as you once more dug into your bag, searching through your dried herbs.

"Do marigolds grow here?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"You know more than I," you said with a shrug.

A few moments later you pulled out two leather drawstring bags, both of them fitting into the palm of your small hands. You didn't do anything with them, though––just set them beside your bag, and stood up with an empty bag at your side.

"You get fish," you said, gesturing to the river. "I do find the flower."

"I'm not sure I can," he said, a feeling of dreariness washing over him as he considered his own shortcomings.

"I know you can," you assured him as you bent down in front of him, meeting his eye with a smile before you turned and left.

He sighed deeply, willing himself to move from his spot in front of the warm fire that contrasted the cool wind coming off the river. Eventually, after staring at Sephys for far too long, he snatched his spear up from beside him and stood, wading back into the water.

When you at last convened back at the dwindling fire, you came back empty-handed, but Ahk had caught a little bit of luck. A fish large enough for the two of you cooked over the flames, attracting Sephys back to you, who batted at the spinning stick. You giggled, pushing her away so Ahk could continue slowly roasting. She returned to the river after a while of being jostled about, leaving you alone with Ahk, your hands unoccupied by the marigolds you couldn't find.

"Tired?" He asked, noting your slumped posture leaning on one hand, your eyes half-closed.

"Yes," you said with a nod. "And you are."

"Can't say you're wrong," he mumbled.

You ate in silence, digging away at the unseasoned fish with gusto unparalleled in the entirety of the past week. The mere scent of water tempted your tastebuds, so the feeling of fresh meat was more of a relief than you ever imagined it could be, even dusted with the dirt you hadn't washed your hands of. You hardly noticed, gulping down the food until nothing remained but bones. The skin, Ahk had cut earlier, before cooking it.

When you finished, you tossed the bones into a small pile near the river. Sephys sniffed the remains and curled away when she realized there wasn't any meat left, returning to sit by you. Dust and twigs scratched at your palms pressed into the ground, and when Ahkmen noticed this, he heaved himself to his feet and motioned for you to do the same.

"Why?" You asked, your head lolling to face him.

"Please," he said, and you did, picking up Sephys with you.

He laid out a blanket, the span of it stretching in a circle beside the fire. You both sat down, keeping closer together as possible, and eager to feel the softness of dirt instead of hard rock beneath you. Evenings were still rather warm, yet remained more of a comfort than anything else. A time of silent communication, speaking through fingers tracing in one another's skin, watching the fire slowly die out to feed the glowing stars above.

It wasn't long till you passed out, your head falling onto Ahk's shoulder. He simply chuckled, situating the both of you till you were both lying down, him on his back to look up at the stars, and you curled into him. Trees with their limbs and leaves blocked portions of the sky, but there still remained small pockets of sprinkled light. What was previously warm turned cold, and the ease of his heart faded into disparity as memories occurred to him, of you, of Egypt, and of Piye. How far he had roamed to follow you, and how far he sat from his home by the Nile.

That was where he belonged, wasn't it? His eyes were weary and he had little room to worry with you next to him and the journey still ahead. But in his dreams he returned to his temples, to the wealth of water and riches, and to his family, for whom he never left a note.

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[pinkykitten]

everything stays

chapter 1 - blood on her hands :: gisela klein [ an aot oc story ] 

note: hey guys i know its been a rlly long time since ive posted anything and u may be rlly let down and underwhelmed that ive chosen to write a aot oc instead of fanfic but its what i want to write and i rlly love my oc and wanna give her some love and some praise and let u a little in how i see her. im sorry i havent posted a lot im going to try to write more and who knows i may or may not finish this but its ok imma try lol but life sometimes is a butthole. i hope you love her as much as i do an tysm for taking time out of ur day to read this story. enjoy!

Even though she knew that this day would have to come and that it was near, it still was a surprise for her. She was taken aback. It didn’t make sense and add up to her; she was trained for this since she was little; preparing mentally and physically for phase one of the plan; and the day appeared through the trees; past the wall; the opportunity was present; the fate of the people were waiting in their hands; and yet she felt a sense of evilness within her heart. Was this right? But there was no time. 

The day was written down in history. The stories were spread around like a disease. Heights, jaws, teeth, feet, stench, the screams. If they survived that nightmare they were seen as a tough soldier; as someone that was applauded because they probably had PTSD and had to see everyday as a reason within themselves or God that they were alive. That maybe just maybe they were saved for a reason; for a purpose. That is what Gisela Klein thought. Maybe there was something greater out there for her to do, to accomplish and that was why she saw another day; breathed another breath. 

But one thing was for sure. Forgiveness would never come her way; she would never expect it. To be a warrior she had to endure the horror; the pain; feelings of worthlessness; and friendships lost. 

This is the story of the 10th finding titan; the Slash Titan.

The pounding of her heart rang through her ears. It had taken everything for her to keep going on this journey; to continue on the path to and through Hell. She felt a loss within her and the light in her eyes died out. The loss of her friend made it hard for her to function. To keep her head in the game and in the plan. 

She sighed as she stared at her hands. Broken and bruised like her heart; scars and scratches scattered on her skin. Her bite mark deeply engraved into her flesh. She heaved a huge sigh. Ready to give death a handshake and make a deal with the devil. Panic was rising in her chest from her stomach, almost ready to throw up. 

As she thought about her family back home she realized there was no other way; she had to do this. In order to be with her family, to save them she had to do the one thing she was trained to do. 

Kill.

A lightning strike shot over the wall. The wall that kept the monsters away and at bay. Something was wrong; the air seemed to change. The lightning strike caused a boom, clap and the ground started to shake. 

Bertholdt drew his leg back and with full force swung his leg forward, knocking a hole into the wall that was impenetrable. Many people flew back from the wind of the blow and some were crushed by the debris of the wall. 

Many were going to die; but it’s what needed to be done. 

The titans were called. 

Finally the titans entered the devils homes and started to rip up their lives. “This is right, this is right.” Gisela had to keep reminding herself. “For my family.” And something snapped within her. The image of her mother, tortured, flashed in her mind. And suddenly everything was worth it. “No regrets.”

Gisela eyed Reiner, an agreement, a sign. She exhaled and in a quick motion placed her hand to her mouth and bit into it. In a spark she transformed into her titan form. Her eyes were much like a cats, sharp. She was made into the slash titan, she was chosen for this program. Her titans fingers were like sharp knives, able to cut any object or person. They hung a little past her knees. 

Reiner then transformed and both stomped past the hole. Many citizens glanced up, horrified. Gisela and Reiner were titans never seen before. 

She nodded to Reiner, bent down and started to pick up debris and pieces of houses to throw over the bigger wall. The chunks started to smash against people. Blood splattering everywhere. Gisela almost wanted to close her eyes from the immense amount of dead bodies piled on top of others, graves upon graves. 

She was hauling boulders as high and fast as she could. Her titan held a high amount of power and strength. Being slim, muscular and as tall as the armored titan and female titan. Reiner took a step back and gained his speed to go onward to destroy the bigger wall. 

“Fire!” Their soldiers cried out. Fear evident on their face. They shot their cannons, not even slowing down Reiner. Gisela continued flinging, wanting to create a path for Reiner. She was faster than before and many of her hits flattened the men in the front lines. Their screams and cries loud. 

“Close the gate!” They tried, it was their last hope to save humanity. But it was not enough. Reiner broke the wall and killed those running and they went flying. They reached even higher than Gisela. It astounded her almost, they seemed like helpless birds flying high in the sky; but that thought was quickly wiped clean because the second they flew up in the air they came straight down with much force that many parts of their bodies broke. 

Reiner did what he needed to do, he opened up a way for the titans to get in and they were swarming by the bunches. 

In the distance, the survivors fled in boats across the river to get into the other walls. Gisela put herself in their shoes for a second. They had reason to be scared. Everything they have ever known was gone; their houses, loved ones, food, a place to feel the most comfortable you can feel despite situations; it was all gone. Gisela shook the thought out, not caring about these cruel humans feelings. They had none. No emotions. Gisela had to believe that thought; what she was told, she had to believe it with all her heart, or else what was real?

They waited till they were able to not be seen and Gisela turned human first and then so did Reiner. The four of them hopped on the boat. Talking amongst themselves. The wind howled through the vacant homes. Destruction everywhere. Gisela looked around her setting and saw a little girl had been crushed because a tree fell on her, her doll mere inches away from her grasp. She died with her eyes open; almost looking into Gisela’s soul through the eyes. Gisela’s body trembled and she threw up. 

“Don’t.”

Gisela looked up to see Reiner wiping blood and debris off his clothes. He picked his sleeve and turned Gisela’s head to look away, he wiped her chin and mouth off the puke. He saw the trauma in her eyes and felt guilty. But it’s what needed to be done. He kept telling himself that the more he did this the more he would understand and get used to it. It was still all new to her and he had to be strong for her. He knelt in front of her small frame. “It’s not your fault. They needed to die. We are in this together. You don’t need them. Look at me.”

Gisela looked into his eyes, away from the sadness. His eyes carried the feeling of wanting to be wanted. That was always what Reiner wanted. But they also had fear in his eyes. 

“Stop acting like you’re in control when I know how sick you feel. I know how afraid you are Reiner.”

He paused and took a look at his hands and others surrounding him. “You’re right. But I made a promise to Marcel.”

They joined the other citizens arriving at the food reserves. The master of disguise was needed in this mission. People needed to see four hungry, depressed children that survived the fall of their homes, not mass murderers. 

Annie was only able to fetch two loaves. “Alright, who's the most hungry?”

“You girls should eat, you’re more feeble.” Bertholdt sat on a crate, pointing to Gisela and Annie. 

Annie tsked, moving a bang from her eyes, “who says girls are more feeble? I recall kicking your ass all those times in training.”

“You guys can eat it, I’m not hungry.” Gisela sat on the other crate and saw the chaos of the crowds. A boy caught her interest. He had dark brown hair, tan skin, and light blue green eyes. He was having bread shoved in his mouth and he seemed to have such a strong personality to him. If only Gisela felt so strongly about her motive and her placement in this life. 

“You really should eat, you need your energy after all you did.” Annie broke all the loaves in half and shared it amongst the four of you. “It’s not much but at least it's something.”

Gisela sighed, “you’re right. Thanks.”

After that day there was land given to only a few refugees but there were too many of them. Luckily the four of them had a piece of land that was enough until further inching themselves within society. Through that whole span each day was getting easier and easier living with the lies and day by day Gisela felt more at sure with herself and knowing that she could fulfill this mission. Pills and alcohol helped the pain and ease the thoughts. She taught herself to put a gap between what she came here to do and feelings. She told herself every day that nobody else mattered except her family and Reiner. She trained her brain to not care, to not have strings attached or any love for anything. It was all a play, all a rehearsal for when the curtain would fall. She was readying herself for that fall. Everyday she educated herself more on these scums. What they liked, wanted, needed, craved for, and what they craved more than ever in their life was freedom. 

She trained her body as if it were her last day, barely getting sleep. The face of her mother haunting her every night making her get up at three in the morning to do pushups or sit ups. Not only was her mind getting stronger but also her body. Even Reiner would make jokes noticing the muscles that would appear. The six pack that formed on her stomach. Her thighs growing tight and firm, her arms growing stronger. The sweat growing on her forehead longer. 

With her body growing her relationship with Reiner also changed. They no longer were the tiny children that didn’t understand anatomy or the air between two people. Reiner and Gisela’s relationship was of being flirty, sharing a few kisses here and there, trying to be a couple but then yelling at each other and breaking it up and realizing maybe this isn’t right a million times. Even Bertholdt and Annie were getting tired of their outbursts. But each time they made up to be friends only and then the cycle started where the feelings came in the way and they wanted to be more. They would tease each other, especially Reiner. They were each other's best friends. Gisela was like one of the boys, loud, obnoxious, burping all the time, Reiner would get a look at her and smirk thinking he taught her well. When Reiner looked at her he felt at home and that everything was going to be okay. Her nightmares continued and each time Reiner would come to her room and hold her, let her cry into his arms. She felt he was the only person that knew her pain. 

Gisela understood many things in life and for once she understood her life here, she understood why she was born and chosen. 

It was the following year and in order to get closer to finding the founding titan the four became part of the 104th cadet corps. 

“Are you ready to train more?” Gisela nudged Reiner, eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean train more? This is going to be a new but scary experience honestly.” Reiner spoke as if he was a different person. As if he didn’t have a life outside of the walls. 

“Reiner?” Gisela placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying him. He looked fine on the outside but Gisela knew the issues were inside, his mind. She knew this was becoming disastrous to him, he was starting to have almost two personalities, two lives, two worlds, two people. Gisela tried to tell Annie or Bertholdt, they saw it too but there was nothing they could do. 

All that Gisela could do was smile as they made their way to the first day of training. 

note: again ty y’all sm!!!! If u liked it lmk and this is kinda new for me cuz I usually don’t post my ocs stories here or much at all but I’m rlly excited for y’all to see her and for y’all to know this oc of mine and hopefully accept her ❤️

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[ao3bronte]

🐞Little Lady Paws🐾

2 | 3 | 4 Ladybug gets into a “hairy” predicament when an akuma capture goes wrong. A collaboration between @ao3bronte​ and @yamina20-blog​ 💕

I am a hamster.

I’m a hamster?

I’M A HAMSTER?!

Gnashing her hands—no, her paws—together restlessly, Paris’ leading lady turned stout-bodied rodent tries not to panic. She’s been sitting here patiently on Adrien’s bedspread for twenty minutes and so far, he hasn’t shown up to embarrass her any further. She can’t even imagine what he’s going to say when he sees her like this, tiny and furry and naked, save for the earrings in her ears. One quick look in her reflection confirms what Master Fu has already told her; they’re still in their active form, which means that Tikki is just as trapped in this hamster body as she is. 

Seconds turn into minutes and Ladybug eventually gets bored of waiting, prefering to explore the world around her to keep her mind off the inevitable. She clambers up towards his pillows but doesn’t find anything of interest hiding beneath them, which isn’t all that surprising. Just because she hides things under her own pillows doesn’t mean that other people do and Ladybug flops down onto his mattress platform instead to try and find something to amuse herself with.

Which is when she spots it.

An iPad!

Using Adrien’s mattress frame like a firepole, Ladybug slides down the legs of the platform and plops onto her furry bum with a squeak, rubbing it gingerly. This floor is hard! And her paws aren’t nearly as agile as human hands, which makes this next part even more daunting.

Whoa!

This shelving unit looked way smaller when she’d still been on the bed!

The iPad is on the second shelf and somehow, she needs to find a way to get up to it. If she uses his mobile charging cord as a lasso, maybe she can hook the tip of it around the corner of the cabinet and haul herself up like a mountaineer—

“Ladybug?”

The heroine-turned-hamster jolts to a halt, freezing in place. Her heart throbs like a jackhammer in her chest and she flattens herself to the floor instinctively, her eyes blown wide with fright. Adrien immediately looks stricken and runs over, sliding across the floor on his knees to where she’s more or less trying to melt between the whitewashed wooden floorboards.

“Ladybug? Oh my god, are you okay?” Adrien scoops her up with the gentlest of touches, cradling her like the most delicate piece of porcelain in creation, “Chat Noir told me about what happened to you and I promised to take care of you but—oh my god, Ladybug, are you breathing? Oh god, I’ve killed her. I gave her a heart attack and killed her!”

Watching his anxiety mount with every panicked exclamation, Ladybug wills her diaphragm inhale. He scared the living daylights out of her and now they’re both becoming hysterical and this is by far the worst thing that’s ever happened in the entire history of the known universe and nothing in the world could ever be this awful again except it is and it’s happening and—

“Oh thank god, you’re breathing,” Adrien sits back on his haunches with a sigh of relief, throwing his head back, “I thought I killed you!”

Ladybug manages to open and close her mouth several times before uttering a single squeak, her face positively simmering with embarrassment. Adrien doesn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in his own guilt, and promptly clambers to his feet, “I’m going to put you somewhere safe, okay? It’s dangerous, being on the floor where someone could step on you.”

Still thoroughly drowning in her own humiliation, Ladybug doesn’t even protest as he gently deposits her back onto the bed again and begins to pace, “While I was coming home from my photoshoot, I was Googling how to take care of hamsters because I’ve never had a pet before—I mean,” he stops and begins to wave his hands, “You’re not a pet, you’re Ladybug, but you’re shaped like a pet and— oh my god, this is coming out all wrong.”

Adrien takes a deep breath, “Okay. I need to just…calm down. We all need to calm down and focus so we can try and figure this out.”

Watching in a mix of awe and horror, Ladybug realises that Adrien is feeling just as overwhelmed as she is.

“I really want to help you,” he finally says, rubbing furiously at the back of his neck, “But I don’t know how so...here!” Galloping over to his side table, Adrien snatches the very device Ladybug had been trying to lasso and plops it on the bed beside her, “Use the iPad! I’ll, uh...let me just find the memo app.”

Quickly swiping across the screen, a blank page awaits. Ladybug climbs on and quickly rules out using her front paws; her back paws keep hitting the other keys and messing everything up. With a frustrated huff, Ladybug stands on her hind legs and pats her claws on the backspace button until her garbled message is cleared.

hi adrien, she hops back and forth across the sensitive glass, the pads of her tiny paws hitting each key with a satisfying thunk, im so sorry chat did this to you

“What?!” Adrien reels back, panicking once again, “No no! This is fine. This is great! It’s no problem, watching over you. No no, I’m the one who should be sorry! I almost gave you a heart attack!”

Ladybug glances up at his cherry stained cheeks before tapping the enter button and continuing onto the next line, this is my fault i never should have got hit

“But you did,” Adrien fiddles with his hands, his fingers practically twitching with the need to be useful, “And we’re going to figure this out. Chat Noir said he’s going to come by when Le Papillon makes another akuma and pick you up. He’s hoping the next one will be useful and maybe you’ll be able to turn back!”

Ladybug can’t deny that Adrien’s earnestness is infectious, i hope so

“I know so,” he assures her, blinding her with one of his one-hundred watt grin, “You can count on Chat Noir. He’d do anything for you! He’s probably out there right now, looking for an answer!”

Running the tips of her claws through the fur on her forearms, Ladybug’s lips begin to curve up at the edges as she types, i trust him to help me

“You do?” 

Consumed with her tap dance along the keyboard, Ladybug completely misses the flush on his features, i do but dont tell him i said that

Adrien dips his head to the side and Ladybug’s knees quake at the sight, “How come? He would love to know that you trust him!”

he knows, Ladybug has to look away just to get a hold of herself, but if i tell him his head will get too big

Adrien begins to snicker and sits down alongside her, “I guess you’re kind of right. He probably loves getting compliments from you."

Ladybug doesn't bother typing out her answer, instead offering him an enormous nod; Chat Noir is and always has been a sucker for kind words.

Glancing towards the darkening sky, Adrien's traitorous stomach begins to rumble, "Nathalie is going to call me down for dinner soon. What should I bring back for you?"

Ladybug shrugs, honestly stumped, what do hamsters eat

“Good question,” Adrien scoots beside her and Ladybug’s heart leaps into her chest at the proximity, “Let’s Google it! Here,” Adrien gently lifts Ladybug up by the waist and sets her on his knee as he picks up the tablet with his other hand, propping it up in front of them for both of them to see. “Seeds, nuts, fruits and vegetables. That should be easy enough to smuggle back up into my bedroom.”

Ladybug turns her attention away from the tablet and gazes back up at Adrien, marvelling at just how huge he is for a moment. Everything is so much bigger when you’re a hamster — she gets that — but it doesn’t really click until you’re unwillingly forced to become one at the hands of an evil mastermind bent on terrorizing Paris.

“Uh, Ladybug? Are you okay?” Adrien’s enormous hand curls around her body and Ladybug desperately hopes he can’t feel her heart hammering through all of her silky fur, “You’re kind of zoning out on me.”

Squeaking a stammering apology, Ladybug tries and fails to gather her composure. And how can she? Adrien has his huge, warm hand wrapped around her body and she’s practically shaking with nervous energy, every synapse overwhelmed with the giddy excitement of being in love. This is both the best and worst day of her life and for what it’s worth, she’ll have to remember to bring Chat some extra pastries as a thank you once she’s back to her regular size.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to leave you on your own if you’re not,” Adrien says and Ladybug melts at the concern in his voice. How did he come to be so unconditionally kind? And thoughtful? And so extremely good looking?

He must sense the way her tension drains from her body and he sighs in relief, gracing her again with his beautiful smile, “Alright, I’m going to leave you on the bed, okay? And you can watch or do whatever you want with my iPad. Mi casa es su casa, right?” he laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, “Anyway, I won’t be long and when I come back, I’ll bring you something to eat and maybe we can watch a movie together? Would you like that?”

Ladybug nods, folding and refolding her little paws as she imagines the two of them watching a movie together. What would they watch? Would she sit beside him? Would he let her sit on his knee again?

“Perfect!” Adrien practically vibrates, setting Ladybug back down on his bedspread beside the iPad, “I’ll be back, Ladybug. See you soon!”

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #ladybug #ML fanart #hamster

[illfoandillfie]

After Party

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader x Lucy Boynton

Summery: You and Joe were planning on having a quiet night in, until Lucy called inviting you to the Oscars after party.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Threesome (duh), dom/dom/sub (dom! joe, dom!reader, sub!lucy, with a slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it hint at sub!joe), orgasm delay/denial, fingering, oral sex (both m and f receiving), face fucking, little bit of choking, cumplay, spanking, strap-on, overstimulation.

Words: 6385

A/N: Ya’ll can blame @supersonicfreddie​ for this one. Also Lucy for looking so fucking cute at the 2020 vanity fair oscars party. And that video of Joe making out with a cupcake. I know that happened months ago but y’know, some things just stick with you until you write something filthy. 

(there are zero pics of them together that night and frankly that’s just not fair)

Taglist:  @laedymoon​​  @dtfrogertaylor​​  @vee-ndetta​​​ @atomic-watermelon​​ @kellypenac​​​ @labessieisallama​​​ @deakyclicks​​​ @jennyggggrrr​​​ @drowseoftaylor​​​  @hannafuckingsucks​​​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​​​ @queenmylovely​​​ @supersonicfreddie​  @tenement-funstah​  

It was close to ten when the first text came in. You laughed and showed it to Joe, sending off a quick reply before you turned back to the movie you were watching, pulling Joe’s arm a little tighter around you. A second text followed about ten minutes later and then a third not long after. “Is that Lucy again?” Joe asked before you could show him. “She really wants us to crash that after party,” “What’d you say?” “That we’re in our PJs already and don’t plan on leaving the house until tomorrow. Should we send her a photo to prove it?” “Make sure you get my good side,” “I’ll try,” you laughed, opening the camera app and holding the phone out, quickly snapping a shot of you and Joe, tucked up under your warm quilt. You waited all of five seconds before your phone began to ring, Lucy’s name flashing up on the screen. “Put her on speaker,” Joe said, pausing the movie. “Hi Luce,” “You’ve got to come out! This party is so much fun, you’d love it!” You winced at Lucy’s shouted laugher, “You sound like you’re having a good time, how was the Oscars?” “They were fine, boring, this is wild though! Adam Driver is dancing on a table and I think I just saw Margot Robbie run through here with Taika Waititi’s Oscar! At least, I think it was him chasing her,” she broke out into laughter again, though the noise behind her faded out as she headed for somewhere a little quieter. “Stop namedropping,” Joe said, clearly amused, “it’s getting late and we’re all snuggly over here, I was thinking of a little snack and then bed.” “Oh god, don’t tell me you’re becoming one of those couples,” “One of what couples?” “One of those boring couples who never do anything fun. It’s just after ten, that doesn’t count as late. Now get up, put on something niceish and come join me here.” “We are not boring,” joe became indignant at the implication. “Then come and prove it. I’ll make it worth your while,” Lucy’s promise hung between you as you and Joe exchanged looks, both of you interested, but she followed it up with a long, “pleeeaassee,” anyway. It reminded you of what had happened last time Lucy had ended up back at your place, and that was all you needed to be convinced. “Fine,” Joe said into the phone, “We’ll come. Give us like half an hour to change and get over there.” As soon as he’d hung up you were both moving, pushing yourself from the couch, stretching. “What should I wear?” “Go with that blue dress. If Lucy’s anything like me she’ll be drooling over you so damn fast.” You giggled at his cheeky grin, “She’ll be drooling no matter what I wear, did you hear how whiny she sounded?” Joe laughed, “Couldn’t miss it. It was so hard not to ask her to beg.”

It took a little closer to 40 minutes for you and Joe to arrive but Lucy managed to keep her texts asking how far off you were to a minimum. She was waiting for you inside the lobby when you arrived, squealing when she saw you and pulling you into tight hugs. “Finally!” “We’re not that late,” “Shhh, yes you are. I love your dress! C’mon, we’re missing all the fun,” she grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs, the noise getting louder with each step you took. There were people everywhere inside – women who’d kicked off their heels, men with undone bowties, some sitting around laughing and talking, others busting a move on the dancefloor. Lucy led you straight towards the crowded bar and pushed her way into the throng, giving you no choice but to follow. “You guys are like three behind me, so start with these,” she handed each of you a shot glass, “and then you can have some champagne.” “Do we get any food? Y/N made brownies earlier and I didn’t get to eat a sixth one because you called and made me come out.” “I think I saw food down that way,” she pointed away from the bar. “Hold my drink I’ll go find us something,”

Joe returned, triumphant, with a selection of cupcakes on a plate, each of them decorated with shards of toffee or chocolate curls and edible gold glitter. He carried his haul to a spare table, batting away your hand when you tried to take one of the desserts and picked one out for himself, taking a bite as seductively as he could manage. Lucy laughed which only made it harder for you to keep a straight face. “Jealous?” he asked through his mouthful. “Little bit,” "Well,” he said once he’d managed to swallow the cake, “I can fix that.” Joe darted forward to peck you on the lips, laughing as he pulled back an inch, almost nose to nose with you. “Not sure that helped much,” you initiated a second kiss, longer but soft and sweet. “Careful honey, or we’ll make poor Lucy jealous,” You turned your head and caught sight of Lucy, cheeks tinged with pink though that might have been the warmth of the room. “I’m not jealous.” “Oh yeah? How about now?” Joe bit into the cupcake again, right as Lucy began filming, covering her mouth so her giggles wouldn’t be heard too loudly. “Instagram is going to love that,” “They definitely will. Not as much as you’re going to enjoy…” he leaned in towards her ear and said something too quiet for you to hear. Whatever it was had an instant effect, Lucy’s lips opened in a soft gasp, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and her eyes darted towards you. You just smiled back and took another sip of drink. It took Lucy a few moments to recompose herself but it was made easier when Joe was pulled into a conversation with a few people he’d previously worked with, momentarily forgetting about teasing Lucy. Not that it mattered since you were there to take his place. “I didn’t say it before Luce, but I adore your dress. It’s gorgeous!” “Thank you! I’m so happy with it. Makes me feel like a princess,” “It totally suits you,” you giggled along with her, before leaning a bit closer and dropping your voice, “And kind of makes me wonder what you’ve got on underneath.” Lucy froze with her drink halfway to her lips. “Can’t really blame me though. It’s such light material, almost looks see-through in some places. Tease.” You looked off at the crowd as if you weren’t talking about Lucy’s undergarments, “Do they match the aesthetic, princess? They all pretty and pastel? I hope so.” “Lilac.” She almost whispered, not quite able to meet your eye. “Bra and panties?” “Flesh coloured bra. Lilac panties.��� “That does sound pretty. And I bet we’ll be able to turn those pretty lilac panties a bit see through themselves with how wet you get.” Lucy bit her lip, eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening in. “But, really, you should have got rid of them the moment you called us to come here. You certainly won’t be wearing them for long once we leave. If we decide you deserve to come home with us. Pretty fucking obvious it’s what you wanted when you called.” Lucy whimpered right as Joe reappeared. “Y/N, what have you been doing to poor Lucy? She’s got that pleading subby look about her.” “I haven’t done anything to her. All we did was talk, hardly my fault if the silly little slut gets wet from it.” “Can we go, please?” Lucy asked, looking up at Joe. “Not yet, princess,” you said, “we were all comfy in our PJs when you called. So we’re going to stay for a bit longer, make the effort of getting up and driving over here worth it.” Joe leaned down to your ear, “Are you sure? She looks pretty needy already.” “I think we can get her looking downright desperate before we go.” You were both grinning when you turned back to Lucy, a slightly panicked look about her, though she was obviously aroused too. You could have sworn you heard her heart pounding as you shuffled your chair closer to hers, crossing one leg over the other and turning your body in towards hers. You definitely felt her shiver when you ran your fingers through the ends of her hair. Joe dropped into the seat on the other side of Lucy, taking her glass from her and placing it on the table in front of you before dropping his hand rest on her knee, blocking her in. His hand rose higher up her thigh, pulling the dress up with it and pulling another whimper from Lucy. “Awww, poor princess,” you cooed, “You wanna be touched, don’t you?” “Yes,” “Wanted that since the minute we arrived, haven't you?” “Yeah,” “You know if you just asked, we’d be happy to oblige,” “I asked to get out of here and you said no,” “Hear that Joe, she wants to get out of here and we’re being so mean,” you dropped your tone to the mocking one that never failed to make Lucy blush. “Awww, princess, you don’t get to make those decisions. And believe me, if we took you home with us now it wouldn’t be half as fun. For you anyway.” “You’re nowhere near ready for us to use yet. We’d have to tie you up and make you watch us until you were a drippy mess.” “We’d strip you first of course, wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty dress,” Joe pinched the hem of her dress between his thumb and forefingers, dragging it a little higher up her legs. “And then we’d tie you to a chair so you’d have no choice but to watch me fuck Y/N until you were begging to be fucked the same way.” “If we were feeling generous we might use your mouth for a while. You’re very good with your mouth.” “And if you were very well behaved and begged enough we might find the energy to use your cunt. But chances are we’d be all worn out, spent, and you’d spend the night wet and desperate.” “In our bed of course, so we could make sure you weren’t playing without us. We’d make you wait all night for it,” you tugged on her hair, noting that Lucy’s legs were spread open just a little more than before, inviting you to touch her. “But if that’s what you want,” Joe made to stand up but Lucy stopped him. “Please, no. Stay.” “Then what do you want?” “I want one of you to touch me please,” “Touch you where? Gotta be specific, Luce.” Lucy’s eyes were wide as she looked at you, pleading for you not to make her say it, but she knew it was no use. She’d been caught between you and Joe enough times to know how much you enjoyed hearing her ask for what she wanted, how much you enjoyed making her blush and squirm, even if she pushed back. Sometimes especially when she pushed back. For a moment you thought she was going to cross her arms and pout and refuse to obey. But then. “Touch my pussy, please.” It was barely audible over the noise of the room. You glanced up at Joe who winked back as you dropped your hand and slowly began to trail your fingers up the inside of her thigh. Joe did the same on his side, slowly, softly. Lucy whined and let her legs fall open a little further. With a chuckle you pressed your fingers to the wet spot already forming. “Remind us what your safeword is,” “Apple,” “Apple, good girl. Now, don’t be too loud. Wouldn’t want anyone to realise what’s going on here,” you warned as you dragged your fingers up and down over her panties, irregularly pausing to circle her clit. Joe’s grip tightened on her leg to hold her in place as he kept talking to her, reminding her of what happened the last time she’d submitted to being your plaything, telling her how filthy she was for wanting you both to use her again. Lucy was struggling not to whine out loud, giving in when you pulled your fingers away. “Shhhh, princess. You knew you weren’t going to cum like this so there’s no point being a needy brat about it.” You wriggled your fingers under the leg of her panties, dragging them through her slick as much as the angle would allow. Her delight at finally being touched the way she wanted soon turned into a groan as you pulled your hand away, snapping the leg of her panties against her in the process. “Uh uh, don’t complain. Would have let your greedy cunt clench on my fingers a few times if you’d been good enough to remove those. But you didn’t, so you don’t get to.” You stood up, Lucy’s hand grabbing at your own. “Where are you going?” “Not far,” you shook her hand off and took the few steps that brough you to Joe’s chair, dropping onto his lap. He grinned as you brought your lips to his, the kiss harder and messier than the other you’d shared since you arrived. When you pulled back, shifting your attention to his ear and jaw, Joe grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his mouth, sucking the residual wetness from them. “Fuck Luce, you taste incredible,” Lucy let out the most pathetic whine imaginable. “You reckon she’s desperate enough to fuck yet?” You laughed, nipping lightly at Joe’s jaw, “no but I think she’s desperate enough to take home.” Lucy was barely three steps into your living room when Joe unzipped her dress revealing her bra and, as she’d promised, lilac panties, a very noticeable wet patch darkening the front. He threw the dress over one arm and grabbed her ass with the other, “Y/N was very generous to touch you. Think it’s time you repaid the favour.” Lucy nodded and mumbled a yes as she moved behind you, unzipping your own dress. “Here, I’ll take that one too, darling. I’ll hang them up,” he draped the second dress over his arm and left you with a quick kiss, “you can get started on the slut.” Lucy whimpered but was quick to move when you clicked your fingers, kneeling at your feet. You ran your hand over her hair, smoothing it out, “Why am I still wearing panties?” Lucy gasped as you tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to look at you, “You know you have to earn the right to be fucked, and you know how much I love your pretty whore mouth. So what are you waiting for?” “I’m sorry,” she said, hands already grasping at the material and tugging it down your legs. You slackened your grip on her hair, letting her drop her head forward again, though you didn’t let go completely. Your underwear was halfway to your ankles when her tongue met your core. Slightly hesitant at first, she flicked her tongue over you, drawing back to look up at you with wide eyes. “Good girl, keep going,” As soon as she had your approval Lucy leaned back in, more sure of herself with every hitch in your breathing and every tug on her hair. Her fingers spread you open as she explored every inch of your pussy, nose nudging your clit as she sucked on your lips, the flat of her tongue dragging along your slit, small moans and hums getting lost against your skin. Joe was greeted by the sight when he re-entered the room, his cock already half hard from teasing Lucy. He’d shucked off his pants and shirt when he hung your dresses out of harms way, so there was only the thin barrier of his boxers when he palmed himself, watching from the doorway. “Good girl, Luce,” you gasped as her tongue pressed into you, her hands tight on your legs for stability and leverage. Joe took that as a cue to join in, his fingers brushing over your side as a warning he was there seconds before his lips found your throat. You hummed at his touch and let your head fall back. “You look like you’re having fun,” his voice was rough, right against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “she behaving herself?” “Better than normal,” “Guess that’s what happens when she gets so desperate,” Joe laughed and busied himself with your neck again, sucking at a spot he knew would drive you crazy. Slowly he trailed his fingers up your sides again, pulling away to unclasp your bra. He threw it to the side and replaced the material with his hands, squeezing your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he began creating more marks on your throat. Your legs were fast turning to jelly, stimulation coming from both sides. Lucy was focused solely on pulling you to the edge, pushing first one and then a second finger into you as she lapped at you. “Can tell you’re getting close,” Joe mumbled, “aren’t you?” “Yeah,” the word slipped into a moan as Lucy shifted on her knees, latching onto your clit right as her fingers twitched against your wall. “Go on, cum all over Lucy’s face. She wants it, Y/N. Wants you to reward her for being so obedient, being such a useful whore.” “Fuck, yes, s-so close,” your leg shook as your orgasm approached, grasping behind you for Joe. And then it stopped. You whined as the edge slipped further away, blinking as you looked down and found Lucy smirking up at you. Your head was cloudy but Joe realised what had happened, quickly stepping around you to grasp at Lucy’s hair himself. She hissed at the strength of his hold. “You fucking brat,” “I was just repaying her like you said to. She didn’t let me cum before.” Joe didn’t know what to say to that. He walked towards the couch, Lucy having no choice but to follow on hands and knees. Realisation of what had happened crept up on you as you watched Lucy struggle to keep up, and you followed, taking a seat before your legs gave out completely. “You still wanna cum, darling?” “More than ever,” “Hear that, brat? No more fucking games.” His hand remained firm on the back of her head as he pushed her towards your soaked folds. Lucy let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine, but it was muffled as her mouth once again found you, Joe holding her in place. You moaned and let your legs fall open wider, the orgasm you’d been so close to before steadily building once more as you brought your own hand back to the top of Lucy’s head, laying it over Joe’s. Lucy moaned as her hair was caught between, the vibrations making your hips buck up towards her. “That’s right, Luce, keep going,” Joe growled, his free hand fumbling with the waistband of his underwear, trying to push them down. The sight of him pulling his cock free, calmly stroking it as he watched you writhe under Lucy’s ministrations, made your head spin and your cunt drip. “Use your fingers,” he commanded, tugging on Lucy’s hair again until she complied, “make her cum.” “Oh!” was all you could manage to say as Lucy slid three fingers into you, as deep as she could, fucking you with them as she focused her lips and tongue on your clit. Your nails clawed at the couch as you felt your stomach tighten, the release inevitable this time since Joe gave Lucy no other option but to finish you off. It hit you hard, a moaned curse torn from your throat as your back arched and your legs shook. But Lucy kept going, prolonging the pleasure. She slowly pulled her fingers from you, tongue still lapping up the mess you’d made, only stopping when Joe pulled her away.

Lucy was yanked back on her knees, panting slightly, Joe’s fist still tangled in her hair as he stepped in front of her, using his grip to position her where he wanted. “That was so fucking hot,” he said, tapping the head of his cock against her lips, “got me so hard. But that’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” Lucy gasped out a quick yes in the second she had before he was filling her mouth, slowly easing himself in and out, letting her adjust. You watched from the couch, still a little dazed, as Joe worked himself further down her throat, cooing about how pretty she sounded when she gagged. It was only after she’d adjusted enough to properly deepthroat him that you joined them, kneeling on the floor beside Lucy. “Such a talented little slut, taking dick so well,” you said softly to her, dropping your fingers down to slide along her soaked undies. Lucy’s moan was muffled but you could tell it had happened by the way Joe’s hips bucked, pushing him deeper into her. “Gonna let Joey fuck your throat, aren’t you? Blink twice if you’re okay with that.” She blinked twice. “There you go, Joe, she wants it.” “She always wants it. Can’t fucking get enough of it.” He laughed as he pulled back and then snapped his hips forward again. He quickly found a steady rhythm, pulling wet gags from Lucy as he used her throat mercilessly. You took the chance to unhook her bra, pulling it off her easily since there were no straps to worry about. The panties were harder to get to while she was kneeling, so you settled on partially pulling them down and wriggling your hand in the rest of the way, sliding your fingers between her lips and around her clit. But never enough to make her cum. Lucy whined when you paused your movements to let her calm down a bit. “Sorry princess, am I being mean again?” She hummed urgently, Joe grunting above you as he felt it in his cock, only inspiring him to pick up his pace. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you?” “Thi-nk she want a-another edge,” “That can be arranged,” you began circling her clit again, careful not to let her get too close. Lucy blinked, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as saliva dribbled over her chin. “He’s close, Luce, and you’re going to behave and let him fill your mouth with cum. But you are not going to swallow. Clear?” Lucy blinked twice again. “Good.” Joe pulled himself from her throat as you reached up to his balls, rolling them in your hand, pulling a gasped expletive from him followed by a moan. He was still holding onto Lucy’s hair, keeping her in place as he coated her tongue. You tugged your hand from between her legs and instead grasped her throat, warning her not to swallow. “Fuck,” Joe breathed out as he fell from her lips, panting slightly. His eyes fell to Lucy, makeup smudged, face covered in spit and tears, tongue sticking out to display her obedience, “you look like a fucking mess. Spit everything I gave you into Y/N’s mouth.” Lucy made a noise of protest and didn’t move. “Don’t argue. We know you get off on being our cumdump. We know you’d swallow load after load after load and still want more. But you decided you’d try to be clever tonight. And bratty little whores don’t get rewarded. So do what you’re told.” You grabbed Lucy by the chin, turning her head towards you, and stuck out your own tongue. She hesitated for a moment before she shifted on her knees, leaning over you and letting a string of saliva and cum drip onto you. You swallowed before pulling her into a sloppy kiss, double checking you’d got every drop from her.

When you were done you pushed Lucy from you and grabbed onto the hand Joe was offering to help you up. “Fuck that was sexy,” he whispered to you, “and it’s got Lucy so riled up.” “She is fun to tease,” you giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he reached out to help Lucy up too, smiling at her. “Do you want me to call you a cab Luce?” He asked, “Or you can crash here if you’d like. The spare room’s already made up.” “What?” Lucy’s tone was panicked. “What? Were you expecting something else?” “I- But- I-” “Words, Lucy,” you said kindly, wrapping your arm around Joe and leaning into his chest, “You gotta use ‘em for us to understand,” She looked from you to Joe and back again, clearly confused by the turn the evening had taken, “but…I didn’t...I thought you’d…” You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything. Finally Lucy sighed, “You didn’t fuck me.” “Aww, princess,” Joe laughed, “We said you weren’t going to be rewarded.” “Please, I promise I’ll be good.” “She sounds desperate Joey,” “I am. I want it so bad. I’ll do anything if you please please fuck me.” “That’s good, because you’d have to do something to atone for your lapse of judgement earlier. A punishment.” “Yes, of course, anything, please.” “What do you think darling?” “I don’t know,” “Please, Y/N,” You hid your smile as best you could, thoroughly enjoying seeing Lucy looking so pathetically needy, “I suppose we could work out something. A spanking maybe? Say five?” “You think that’s enough of a punishment?” Lucy’s head flicked between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match as you discussed her fate. “Hmmm, ten then?” “How about ten from each of us? And she’s not allowed to cum until we say she can.” “What happens if she does?” Joe thought about it for a moment but before he could answer Lucy chimed in with her own suggestion. “You tie me up and make me watch while you fuck Y/N.” “Someone liked being threatened with that earlier. But it works for me,” Joe agreed and then nodded towards the couch, voice low and rough when he spoke to Lucy, “Arms on the back of the couch and bend over.” Lucy quickly complied but you and Joe took your time joining her. “You’re fucking devious and I’ve never loved you more,” he caught you up in a kiss, pulling you tight against him. “Except when I’m using that deviousness against you, right?” A soft blush coloured his cheeks, “Yes, ma’am.” “Don’t worry, I’ve still got plenty of ideas just for you,” you laughed as he dropped his head to your shoulder with a groan, cock twitching against your thigh, “C’mon, our pathetic princess awaits.” Joe let you take his hand and pull him over to the couch where Lucy was shivering with anticipation, hands braced on the back of the couch and ass stuck out. “Who should get the first turn, princess?” Lucy opened her mouth and then closed it again, thinking it over, “Umm, Y/N?” “Yeah? You don’t sound so sure.” Lucy bit her lip, “Joe?” “Do you want us to choose?” “Yes please.” “Then Joe can go first,” you gave his bum a playful tap to send him on his way and then kneeled on the couch, lightly rubbing the back of Lucy’s hands, “we’ll be nice and get the harder hits out of the way first.” Lucy jolted with a cry as Joe brought his hand down without warning. “And then I’ll have my turn when you’re all sore and warm and drippy.” A second spank made Lucy groan, head falling forward so she was leaning her forehead against the back of the couch. You let her stay like that for a few more smacks, shifting your hands to grip her wrists more tightly, locking her in place. Each hit made her squirm, trying to dance out of the way of the next but there was nowhere to go. All she could do was wait for the next and whine when it finally happened. After the sixth spank you told her to look at you. She didn’t need to be told twice. “Why are you being spanked?” “For being a brat and trying to edge you,” she managed to pant out around the whine another spank caused. “That’s right. And you’re not going to try that again, are you?” “No,” “Good girl,” you brushed her hair behind her ear, all the better to see her face, tear stained and pleading, “Taking it so well, princess. Only a few more to go.” Joe paused to rub his hands over her burning skin, letting her take a few shaky breaths. The last three spanks came quickfire, one after another, the sound of each one louder than the last. Lucy let out a broken sob when it was over. “Good girl, doing so well Luce,” you said softly, letting go of her wrists to rub her arms. Joe agreed as he once again rubbed lightly at the spots his palm had just left. He bent forward to leave a light kiss on her back, “you okay to keep going?” Lucy took a deep breath, letting it go slowly, “yeah, I’m good.” “You sure? We can skip forward if you want,” “No, no, I can take it. I want it.” With that confirmation you allowed her one small kiss to the top of her head, a gesture that made her hum in appreciation, before you stood and joined Joe behind her. “So pretty and pink,” you said, rubbing one of her cheeks. Joe chuckled beside you, “Not sure I hit her hard enough if she still wants more. Think she forgot it’s meant to be a punishment.” “Guess I’ll just have to remind her then,” Joe took the spot on the couch, hands tight around Lucy’s wrists to hold her still. You let her stew for a minute, just rubbing your hand over her ass, letting your fingers dip down towards her pussy but never quite making it. When you heard her whine you let her have the first slap, sharp and fast. She squealed and danced on the spot. You went back to the slow, soothing, rub, giving her a chance to calm down. Once again you trailed your fingers lower, this time letting them slide along her folds. “God she’s wet.” “I noticed,” Joe said with a grin, “Pathetic.” Lucy whimpered as you kept rubbing her, though the noise turned into a squeal when you brought your hand down on her again, as hard as you could manage. Your fingers stayed between her legs, as you lay a series of rapid-fire spanks against her ass, the pink blush deepening with each one. Your hand tingled when you were done but it was worth it just to hear the way her breath came in broken gasps. “Learnt your lesson?” Joe asked, only letting go of her wrists once she'd said yes, “No more trying to be clever? No more brattyness?” “No, I’ll be good,” she pushed herself to stand up straight again. “I don’t know,” you looked over at Joe, winking at him when Lucy’s back was turned, “I think she might just be saying that so we’ll let her cum.” “I swear I’m not,” Lucy whipped around to look at you, eyes pleading. You laughed, “Let’s test that, shall we?”

Grabbing her hand, you pulled her towards your bedroom, Joe following. She hissed as you pushed her onto the bed, reacting to the sheets against her sensitive bum, but the sound was quickly swallowed by you as you straddled her and pressed your lips to hers. “God that’s hot,” you heard Joe say, making you laugh into the kiss. Lucy was hungry for more, hands coming up to grab your waist as she willingly opened her mouth to you. You teased her by intentionally slowing down, though it took most of your willpower. You rolled over so you were both on your sides, continuing to kiss her as your hands roamed over her body. She whined at the loss of energy but stopped trying to speed up when you pinched her nipple. It was always fun to get Lucy this worked up. She would have done anything you asked of her at the promise of some small stimulation. You were on the verge of telling her to hump your leg like a bitch in heat, just to see how fast she’d agree, when Joe joined in, his fingers finding their way to your pussy. You let out a moan at the contact, so worked up from playing with Lucy. And judging by the similar sound she made, he’d got a hand on both of you. He matched your slow pace as he let a finger slip into you, pumping in and out methodically, adding a second and then a third. “Please,” Lucy whined when you broke away to mouth at her neck. “Please what?” “I need more.” “More what, princess?” “More...I don’t know, more something, please.” “That’s not very specific,” Joe said with a laugh, his fingers withdrawing from you and Lucy, “but I think we can come up with something.” You grabbed Lucy’s chin and looked her right in the eye, “Don’t fucking cum.” She swallowed hard and nodded. “Alright, Joey, she’s all yours,” you pushed yourself from the bed as Joe grabbed Lucy roughly by the hips and pulled her onto her knees, her ass in the air. “About time.” There was a brief pause as joe stroked himself and then he thrust into her in one hard movement, her moan muffled by the sheets. You looked over you shoulder, taking a second to appreciate how good Joe looked, how well the dominant roll suited him, before making your way towards your cupboard where your special box lived. Unhurriedly you looked through it, finding first the harness and then an appropriately sized dildo, something comparable to Joe though a little wilder in colour. Lucy was moaning a mixture of unintelligible sounds and pleaded names, both yours and Joe’s, into the bed as Joe took his sweet time, teasing her with each slow, deliberate thrust. His white knuckle grip on her hips was the only indication of his self-control, everything else about his movements appearing easy. Once you were set up, you walked back to the bed, standing in front of Lucy and lacing your fingers through her hair. With one tug you had her raising her face towards you, pulling her up onto her hands. She didn’t even need to be asked before she was opening her mouth, letting you lay the head of your fake cock against her tongue. You tried to time each of your thrusts to match with Joe’s, one of you sliding further into her as the other pulled back. Always slow. A few times Lucy tried to speed things up, tried to take you deeper in her throat or to thrust back against Joe, but you never let it happen. His grip on her hips held her where he wanted her and it was simple enough to pull back further than she was expecting. The third time she tried to deepthroat you, you laughed. “Cock hungry bitch,” Joe chuckled too, “I think that means she’s ready for you,” Lucy nodded rapidly as you pulled back completely. Joe gave one last lazy thrust and then moved away too, letting you take his place. “Want you on your back,” you said, tapping Lucy’s thigh to get her to roll over. She complied quickly, letting you settle between her thighs, your cock resting against her soaked cunt. You leaned forward to kiss her as you slid into her, able to feel her gasp when you bottomed out. “You can cum whenever you want but I’m not stopping until I have too.” Lucy’s head tiled back as you began pounding into her and you took the opportunity to wrap your hand around her throat. Her moans only got higher and louder as she rapidly approached the edge. Joe trailed kisses over the back of your shoulders and neck, up to your jaw, as he pressed in close. Your tempo faltered as you let him enter you, Lucy whining softly, but before long you’d found your rhythm again. Lucy came when you let go of her throat, unable to hold off any longer. “A-always been vo-vocal, princess,” you panted as her cries filled the room, yours and Joe’s grunts and moans almost getting lost with how loud she was. But it didn’t take long before she was whimpering as her sensitivity rose. You didn’t slow down though, chasing your own release, just as you said you would. “She can go again,” Joe said against your ear and you brought your fingers to her clit, pushing her, whimpering, into a second orgasm. Joe came at the sight, biting down on your shoulder as he filled you. He didn’t stop though. Your own hips stilled as you felt yourself getting closer, the dildo rubbing against your clit and Joe continuing to fuck you just how you needed, even as he hissed with overstimulation. Lucy pulled you down into another heated kiss, biting your lip as she pinched and pulled at your nipples. You moaned against her lips as you finally hit your peak, trembling with the force of it.

With a groan, Joe carefully pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed. You took a few moments to calm your breathing before you climbed off Lucy, using what little energy remained to free yourself from the harness. It fell to the floor and you left it there as you climbed back onto the bed. “You okay, Luce?” you asked softly, stroking her hair. “Mmhmm, great,” “Joe?” “I’m here, I’m good,” You all just lay there for some time, breathing heavily, Lucy between you and Joe so she was in easy cuddling reach for both of you. “See, I told you, Luce” Joe said, finally breaking the silence. “Told me what?” “I told you we weren’t a boring couple.”

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Life After Snowpiercer: Tell Me, Please?

Summary- Curtis Everett x Y/N. Tensions are still there between you two, but Curtis demands an answer. Your group collects the last bit of supplies and makes it towards the front, only to be confronted at the end. Trauma, Some Violence. Word Count- 4.9k

Chapter 7 / Masterlist

Curtis watched you sleep, in sleep you relaxed yourself from whatever plagued you, during the night having pulled in half sprawled across his very sore ribs, and laid your head in the center. The rise and fall of your shoulders so slight that he would have to really be studying them to see that yes, you were still asleep. You faced away from him, but you sighed softly and shifted yourself, tilting yourself closer, his eyes able to rove over the curve of your nose, and how your lips have chapped slightly. The dark bruises under your eye, at first it would see to have been tiredness, but much to the anger he was feeling coil in his gut, someone must have hit you hard at some point the past few days. His eyes continued to rove, noticing other scrapes, and bruises along your scalp line.  Would you tell him though? Further he noticed that there was a cut in the corner of your mouth and without a thought, his fingers brushed along the mark, hissing to himself when your eyes shot open, unfocused and a touch of fear clouding them. In all the years you two have known each other, you never looked at him like that, and it phased him more then you could know. 

You were fallen in one of those dreamless deep sleeps, the kind where your cocooned in darkness and nothing is drawing you forward into images. Blackness, soothing blackness. There was no visual moments where you had to think and rationalize. It was peaceful. Things merely ceased to exist. 

A touch brought you back, so light but the sting it left near your lips brought it back and you tensed, ready to yank away when your eyes opened, prepared for the worst, that sneering grin reaching for you in your safe place, ready to drag you out and put vile pain all over your body. No, we escaped, we got out.

Curtis face sharpened second later in your view, and you softened, loosening your grasp in his jacket where you had fisted your hands to keep from being pulled away. See Y/N, your safe. This is home. Curtis hand slid from your mouth to brush aside the soft hairs curling over your cheek, and you dragged in a deep breath, and released it, feeling your chest expand and his steady heart beating underneath your cheek kept you grounded. “Bad dream?” Curtis asked after a few seconds of the two of you just staying silent. You quirk the corner of your mouth a bit “Nothing serious Curtis.” Your hand smoothed over his chest and you realzined where you were laying. “Shit sorry baby, your ribs.” Going to move his hand clasped on the back of your neck to keep you from moving. 

“Dont, they are fine. Tell me about what you were dreaming about?” Hoping she would relax enough just the two of them to talk about what you were thinking about. His grasp turned lighter now that you werent moving, sliding his thumb over the column, and you slightly relaxed once more, biting your already chapped lips and wincing slightly at the sting. 

“Yea, I saw you favoring your side Curtis” You informed him, but you didnt move. Honestly after the past few days, you were just fucking thankful you got to do this again. “And nothing, hell I think I was so damn tired, it wasnt sleep. Somewhere just before a coma.” You rub your face lightly against his chest and sigh. “I could slip back into it right now if we didnt have to prepare to move to the front.” His thumb continued to feather along your neck, circling over the bruises of fingertips that had pressed down to hard. Faint, but Curtis saw them better now that your hair wasnt covering them. 

“What happened Y/N?” his brows coming together and lifting the heaviness of your hair back from your neck. You then pulled away and straightened your hair back over your neck. He shifted to half sit up on his elbows. “Y/N, you gotta tell me who put hands on you?-” His inquiry got interrupted when your name got called, and you took the moment to avoid Curtis questions, calling back out. “In here!” Tugging on your jacket and looking at Curtis “We will talk about it later baby, promise.” His hand moved against your arm to keep you with him, but you slipped out of his hold. Leaving him there with more questions and no answers. His lips thinned tightly and his jaw clenched, a dark suspicion inkling its way into his thoughts. 

All of those fuckers are dead. His thoughts snapped as he snatched his jacket, trying to keep from blowing over. Im going to hunt every single on of them down.   It was the last thing you needed was him loosing his temper, but that didnt stop the rage building in his chest, or the guilt. Why didnt I leave them with protection? Gone back, brought them weapons... Hearing your footsteps descend away, Curtis knew that you were heading towards the wounded. Grasping his beanie, and leaving the warmth and comfort of the momentary home, and slipped it on. Now that it was day, he could see just how far the group had been able to do. They had gone through several cars and hauled out anything decent. Catching a glimpse of you leaning down to check Saras shoulder, you also caught sight of Edgar sitting up, and a box next to him, stuffing something into his mouth. 

“Is that... crackers?” Curtis asked as Edgar held his arm out to grasp and get up. With some effort, Edgar managed to get to a stand, hauling the beat up cracker box with him. “Yea, they found a bit of this kind of stuff a few cars up. Dried goods, flour, sugar, cans.” He held out the box for Curtis to reach his hand into and withdrew a few crackers that he took a bite of. It was stale as fuck, salty, and just about one of the best things he can remember ever having. 

“Yes, I remember passing through right after the water, supplies Im assuming for the rest of the train. There was a few more similar closer to thre front as well” Curtis mentioned, and Edgar nodded over to where a pile of food had been made, along with clothing and blankets. “Im sure the front survivors have already raided some of those others.” Maybe they will be okay until were able to figure out a more permanent solution. “Hows your back?” Curtis turned his attention away from the supplies, and Edgar turned, lifting his shirt enough so Curtis could see. The length of the actual stab looked to be a good three inches long, red all around. Although burned from where the ax blade had laid across it, it was sealed. You came on over just then and ducked around Curtis, getting in for a closer look. 

“Thank God they got it sealed” You breathed out and tugged on Edgars shirt to have him put it back down, when he turned to face you, you drew in close and hugged around his neck. “You punk, I told you to be careful” Curtis cast a downward glance, regret and guilt passing and Edgar shook his head lightly Dont... You never saw the exchange pass between the two men. “Yea well, when I ever bloody listen anyways?” Edgar withdrew and smirked at you, causing you to scowl at him. 

“Well Im back now, so your gonna.” You point a finger at him, and then smooth your hand against his arm in a loving gesture. 

“Are the people able to travel? Or do they still need some recovery time?” Curtis changing the subject from Edgar, his hand rested against your waist, and it felt heavy to you, like he wasnt ready to let you go, that you were actually with him. He must have really believed he wouldnt see me again. 

“If we go slow, Im sure we can. Everyones so exhausted though, another day might not hurt anyone.” You tip your head towards Edgar and he immediately rebutes it although you ignore him. “Sara, shes bad off. Its inflamed and im worried I might not have gotten everything out. It was hard to tell...” You drifted off as Curtis took a glance at the woman you were talking about. Seeing her huddled against the wall, head tipped forward. “She says she can travel, but she will need to stop alot.”

 That confirmed it for Curtis, he shook his head. “Then we stay, one more day.” 

The rest of the time was spent sorting through supplies, packing it in a way it could be carried. Outside fires were kept stroked and burning, using debris off the train, and someone found large hollowed metal bins that with some scrubbing could work to melt snow in. The idea of being able to wash up appealed to you, and once you were sure the others waters needs were met hours later, you worked on warming up a pot for yourself. One of the cars towards the back had side rooms available for actual privacy, and you planned on taking full advantage. 

You didnt need much and using a blanket to handle the hot container, you hauled your bit of hot water through the car to the end, slipping inside. Of course Curtis noticed from where he had been helping to pack up the dried goods in blankets to easier carry them, and he turned to Edgar “Get as much packed as possible, if we have to we will come back for the rest.”  

“Yea, sure... where you going?” He asked as Curtis moved away from the group, calling over his shoulder. 

“Got someone to take care of” Edgar just shrugged and went back to what he was doing. 

You were in the process of undressing, when a soft knock happened on the door. Squeaking in alarm, you say loudly so there was no denying that whomever heard you. “Occupied!” 

“I know, Im coming in.” Curtis said as he opened the door and you withdrew from sight, looking to grab your shirt and cover yourself. 

“Curtis! Im busy” In which he just arched a brow and shut the door behind him, okay lame on your part, not much was kept hidden in the tail end and youve never been super shy before with him. Your fingers played in the shirt, looking down and away from where he stood. It was thankfully darkish in the room, you felt better being somewhat hidden, not wanting that question you know was coming. 

Just seeing you react, he knew. He could see it all over your face that you were dealing with a heavy mix of emotions, but the one he saw the most was shame, and he couldnt for the life of him understand why. How he wanted to go and wrap you in against him, take away all of those memories and protect you better, I should have... fuck why didnt I leave people behind. “Y/N, Baby, I know something happened. Please tell me. You were scared this morning, and youve been avoiding me. I-” he sighed and took a cautionary step closer, and could see the glimmer of tears streaking down your face. “- just got you back. I cant loose you again, especially like this.” His voice lowered, gruffer, you could tell he was trying to keep himself in check. 

Standing there, trying not to let him see you, how you wish you could shrink away into the wall. You tried so hard to fight back and just werent strong enough, spit it out you scolded yourself, but you stayed silent, lifting your face to look at him and dropped your shirt. Curtis took an audible gasp at the bruising that littered your body, your pale skin dark and yellowed with discernible finger and hand prints. Covering your face in your shame. “Oh god, Im sorry Curtis, I tried to stop them.” 

What?!  Oh babygirl, no....He stepped forward and wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and pulled them away. “Babygirl sshhh.... Im not mad at you.” You blinked up at him with that wide eyed stare of yours and then pushed in against him, sobbing into his chest and he lowered the two of you to the floor, careful to keep you in his lap, and rocking you softly. The pain blossomed in his chest at what you were saying, the way your whole body sobbed into his, and he let you. Nothing but the soft swaying motion, like one would do for a child, and his chin rested atop your head as it was buried in against him. There were no words he could say at this moment to make it better, you had to be able to simply cry it out until you were ready to tell him what happened. But even now, he could see the bruises down your back. When I get my hands on them, all those fuckers are going to pay. Oh it wasnt an If, Curtis was all about When. He wouldnt stop till he had his hands on there throats, squeezing the last breath from there lungs.

You finally fell silent in his arms, a occasional body rocking hiccup stirring from you, but that was all you had. His hand came up to your face and gently brushed aside the hair that had gotten stuck to your face from the tears, looking down at you with a soft expression. “sorry” you hiccup out and it seems to be the only thing you can think to say. 

“Babygirl, they are the ones who will be sorry.” he shifted you a bit so you werent so folded up, letting his hand rest against your knee and his thumb sweeping over it gently. “The fact they touched you will make them regret everything they have done in life. Im going to see to it personally.” You gulped a bit listening to him, the promise in his face, the rage simmering in his eyes, it was all there. You were just thankful it wasnt directed at you, cause even now it was scaring you. And in the same breath, it blossomed a warm raging happiness in your chest, spiraling in a way that made you shake slightly. They would hurt to, not just for what they did to you, but you were sure that others suffered a similar fate that day.

He leaned forward and dipped his fingers into the water, finding it still warm. “How about we clean you up Babygirl? and then go get you something to eat. I know you havent had anything today.” You slowly unfold yourself from around him and Curtis takes the rag, dipping it in the water and wringing it out. He holds his hand out for you to take it, but you turn instead your back to him, reaching behind you to gather your hair and lift it off your neck. You trusted him, you knew his touch would be gentle and caring along your bruises, and it was an intimacy you desired to share with him. Dipping your head when you felt the cloth brush over your shoulder, sure enough he was gentle as it went down your back and over your hip, continuing downwards, he squatted down to do the back of her thighs and calves. “Face me Y/N” he said, giving the softest brush of a kiss against a tender looking spot on your hip. You twisted to face him as he rose up to start from your shoulders and down again. 

The riddled marks on your body, now fully seeing what you had been through destroyed a sane part of Curtis, he never wanted to kill anyone more then these men, not even Wilford for all the evilness he had done. There was just a few on your back, careful as he traced over them. You must have fallen from up high, or they took a boot to you. Having you turn for him, he make his way down in a similar fashion. The worst bruises seemed to be on your hips and inside of your thighs, and to see them in such a intimate spot. It was his spot to rest his hands whenever he held you, not anyone elses, and it hurt him that you had to bare such marks. They actually made him growl softly and he was caught by surprise when you cupped his face, running your fingers through his beard. Focus Curtis... He chided himself as he continued with your legs and then swept up the inside of your calves and thighs, this time placing a soft kiss on your belly button and back up to a stand. 

This time when he offered you the rag you took it, to finish up, and you thought about what had transpired. Now Curtis had seen all of what they had done, and getting dressed again, you thought about what he had seen and his reaction. It was foolish for me to think he would be mad at me. Sometimes theres no rational reason for your reactions. He remained silent as he handed you clothing, slipping them on a piece at a time. Grasping your coat, he held it up for you and you backed into it, sliding your arms in one at a time. Before you could start to button it up, he turned you back to face him, doing the buttons himself, smiling softly. “You always have a hard time with these babygirl” 

“I know, you would think after all this time I wouldnt need  your help doing them up.” You chuckled softly at them, all different mismatched sizes, not quite placed right. You could patch a person up, but damned if you could sew decently. 

“Well, let me tell you babygirl, Im glad you still need me to do this.” He finished up the last one, and lifted his hand up to cup your face, cradling it in both hands, his thumbs brushing along the softness of your cheeks, the soft downy hairs brushing under the pad of his thumb. Your hands folded over his wrists while looking up at him. “Y/N, nothing, certainly not this changes anything between us. So whatever you think would drive me away, its not going to happen.” He wouldnt break his eyes from yours, needing you to know just how serious he was. 

“I know... I- I panicked. I felt that what happened, I should have stopped it.” You admitted, and took a deep breath, ragged from earlier, but no tears sprang forth talking about it. Curtis had been correct in you needing that release, a cleanse. Maybe now this was the beginning of coming to terms with it. Keeping his darker thoughts to himself that throbbed in his temples, as you gave a brief description of what happened, this would be a trial and error for you two, Curtis not wanting to push you in a way you werent ready, and you craving the exact same vibe you two had before. It would take time, to heal. Curtis isnt going anywhere.... 

Leading you out of the room, he carried the water, and you followed along behind, your hand fisting in the loose part of his jacket. You lighten considerably he noticed once you joined the group, immediately falling back into old habits of stopping and chatting with groups, looking over those you considered your patients, and falling right back into playing with the kids for the rest of the evening, you even made an effort to eat a can of beans that Curtis pried open for you, sharing with the kids you went to hang out with. There wasnt much difference in how you were as from before, and he gave you your freedom, sticking nearby with Edgar, first finishing there earlier project, then Curtis finished his tale of what had happened. 

“You mean Matt is actually still alive?!” Edgar remembered the boy well, back then. Looked up to him, almost like a brother. Curtis nodded. 

“Yes, and dumbass me left them tied up in the engine. Im sure they have been released now. I tried telling Y/N what hes like... hes dangerous. If he comes around her, I dont know... watch him extra close. She wouldn't forgive me if I hurt him.” A glance over to you showed you laughing while playing itsy bitsy spider with one of the smaller children, cuddling them in your lap while you twisted your fingers to go up the pole, and then sprinkle your fingers down to tickle the youngin’ on the neck. 

“Curtis, maybe it wont come to something like that, Y/N is a pretty good judge of people... Im sure she will see how twisted he is.” 

Curtis shrugged, he hoped so. But this was her brother, she loved this kid more then anyone else on the train, and he almost lost her then. If she gets her heart broken again, forcing her to give a damn might not be so easy. Making her choose between Matt and Himself, he didnt want to put her in that spot, maybe a bit of fear stabbing at the back of his unconscious, would she pick him if she was forced between them?  “We will see probably tomorrow afternoon. I want to get us out of here and back to the front, before they decide they dont need us, and have basically the majority of the supplies once more. Were not equipped enough to survive out there and eventually were going to have to move away from the train for food. Most the cars up there are still upright and can be used for shelter.” 

You looked up to see Curtis and Edgar deep in a discussion, and you untangle yourself from the kids. “Bedtime for all of us. Tomorrow were going to the front.” 

“The front?!”

“For reals this time” 

“wonder what its like?”

“I dont know” You shrug “We just gotta wait and see tomorrow, now off to bed.” You shooed them away to a nest of blankets they made for themselves, and wandered over to Curtis. “Im heading off to sleep, see you all in the morning.” You waved off to the group. Curtis gave you a few minutes to get yourself ready and then excused himself as well. 

When he got there  you were already curled under the blankets, just a soft pile of your hair showing above the blankets. He shredded out of the majority of his clothing and slipped in beside you, thinking you was already asleep, but surprising him as you flipped to her other side, starting at him in the dark. 

“I love you, thank you for coming back for me.” 

“I will always come back for you, I love you to babygirl.” Curtis declared, and you moved over closer and lifted his arm to go around you, your head resting on his shoulder, and your hand slid under his shirt and rubbed your hands across the all familiar soft hairs and broad muscles of his chest, settling over where you could feel that familiar thump of life. This was familiar, comforting, and relaxed into this. The past 36 hours was your hell, and this was your salvation. You actually fell asleep and this time you dreamed, not of what happened, but what was to come. 

The next morning proved to be busy chaos. After taking a few moments to wake up, Curtis was never one to just roll up and go unless necessary, usually proving him to be rougher around the edges, well more so then usual with the upcoming unknown going back to the front now with the tail enders. “Get up, time to get a move on.” he rumbled, the toe of his boot nudging people as he passed through the group, Edgar grumbling and flipping him off as he to got a toe to the leg and a “Get the fuck up, we dont got all day.” 

You rubbed your eyes and snorted in laughter at the grumblings you heard through the crowd, although they complied. You helped hand off sacks of food that they all packed in blankets the day before and you went to your patients, checking them over right quick. The only person you were really concerned for was Sara. If anything she looked paler then the day before. But her wound was  still firey red. Biting the inside of your cheek, you smiled, and helped her up. “Dont hesitate to ask for help, I wont be far off” You stress to her till Sara gives a nod and Johanna wraps an arm around her. “Dont worry, we got her.” 

Maybe it will all be okay. 

The group filed out, Curtis again taking up the rear, watching for any sign of the aggressors from the day before, he had skimmed over the cliff edge, and checked out the path back up, but found no signs. Maybe the fuckers are gone.... He wistfully considered, as he trudged along behind, holding a rifle over his shoulder and in his hands a heavy axe was kept close. In any hand to hand fight, he would rather have the axe on hand instead of the rifle. You made your way back through the crowd and fell in step with him, looking over your shoulder, it seemed like the train was an endless line of cars. You all must be getting close.

“Theres so many to sort through still.” Talking about the cars, Curtis grunted in agreement, glancing down at you. “Well I wouldnt bother with any holding people, all the stuff we need is in those storage ones. Im just hoping the front end had the sense to get into the livestock cars and save anything that survived.” You blinked a bit in surprise, you never actually thought there would be any kind of livestock on the train, the front end having stopped giving the boiled eggs a few years ago. 

“Like... chickens and such?”

“Chickens, pigs, some beef cows, couple of those your supposed to milk and all. Yes, had them all. Plus at least 2 cars filled with frozen butchered meat, a large green house cart. The front end didnt have our struggles, that is for damn sure.” 

Fuck when was the last time you had a roasted chicken? Steak? Your mouth literally watered at the idea of it. 

“No they certainly didnt.”

A few moments of silence between them, the occasional brush of shoulders as Curtis shortened his stride matching your, the change in it made you hide a smile, looking down. You were sure he didnt intend on you to notice and it just resolved in you what you already knew about him. He would always look out for you. Your shared silence was interrupted by a shout as the group started to bunch up and come to a halt. “Curtis Everett to the front, I know your leading this mess.”

 Curtis then picked up his pace, you following behind him closely as he weaved through the people milling into a group and coming out in the front. You were about to follow alongside him but Edgar caught the back of your coat, keeping you back slightly and thats when you saw what was before you. 

Heavily armed group of people, waiting and they parted as a man and Claude came through. The smirk on the mans face shined right into his eyes, so fucking cold, and you felt your heart sink in your stomach. It really was Matt, just as Curtis described it. 

“Well we knew you would come back Curtis.” His arms folded over his chest, as he surveyed the people behind Curtis. “And brought your little rag tag mess of people.” Matt turned his attention to those that started to line up around Curtis, assessing the threat before them. “You might as well just join us everyone, there really is no better answer. You may have the numbers, but we have the supplies, and that includes the rifles.” Matt looked up and down his line of people, smug, satisfied, he won. “So you might as well give up, well before this has to turn ugly Curtis, I mean... We are in this mess cause of you after all.” Claude hung on Matts arm, but he pulled it away and took a step forward till he was standing before Curtis, who glared down at him. “So what do you say tail ender? I clearly won.” 

“Matt!” You yanked your arm from Edgar and snapped up right in his face, inches away, anger rolling off you in steams. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Curtis arm shot out and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back to him, not trusting Matt to not hurt you physically. You pulled on your arm, but Curtis grasp was iron and unrelenting. “You are our family, how DARE you even speak like that, after all we been through to get up here.” 

“Yea Sister” He said with such venom in his tone, your mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching in your anger and confusion. “All we been through, you had if just fine in the tail end, but not good enough, sending your man up here to wreck it all, correct?” 

That was the last line when Curtis fist connected with Matts face, his head snapping back sharply. 

Curtis could tolerate alot of things, your brother disrespecting you clearly wasnt one of them. 

Fuck it all.  

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(So this is gonna be pretty damn long. I hope you enjoy it tho. Basically a hunting trip goes wrong. You've seen it a thousand times, but here's my take on it.)

COTORRA SPRINGS

ARTHUR MORGAN X CHARLES SMITH

    "Charles. Will you come here a second?" Charles lifted his head from the arrows he was fletching only to see Pearson waving him over with a smile. Charles set his stuff down on the table, taking in a huge breath of the fresh rain that fell last night. It was early, round six.

     He stood up and walked over to the man, "What is it?" His voice was still hung over with sleep. Might grab a cup of coffee.

    "I over heard some fellas talkin. Talkin about up north near Cotorra Springs there's something big. Something that would keep "them" eating for days and how they were gonna go soon. So I was thinkin that just maybe you wouldn't mind going up there and seein? It sounds like it could be a really big elk. We are really running low on food and that sounds like it would help."

     Charles nodded and thought for a second. He doesn't know where that is, "where?"

     "Just follow Dakota River north until you find the train station. Go west of that and Im sure you'll see it. Take someone with you if you go. It's a big haul, I'm sure at least."

     "Okay. I'll check it out." Charles spoke. He's a man of few words. Not one for talkin much. Especially in the mornings.

     "Thank you Mr.Smith." Pearson said with a smile earning a nod from Charles. Walking back over to the table he picked up his arrows and was headed to the hitching post with them. He put them into a quiver on Taima's saddle so that he could draw them quick when he needed too. Now, who to bring...?

     He wants to bring Arthur, but he's always so busy and he doesn't wanna bother him if he has any sorta free time. But then again hunting isn't stressful and he does enjoy being outta camp. Charles decided he'd ask if Arthur wanted to come so he looked around for him.

     He wasn't asleep, usually up this early anyways. Sometimes he sits on that tree stump facing the mountains and writes in his journal. He was this time too. The sight was beautiful. The sun just rose and it's light seemed to drape over the mountains like the sheet of snow did. It looked innocent and peaceful but after just coming down from there they can all say it isn't as nice as it looks.

     Arthur looked to be drawing something. His hat sat in the grass next to him, this time he was sat up against the tree stump with his knees pulled in so that he could prop his journal up against his thighs. Charles couldn't help but smile, but shook it away before it was noticeable.

     "Goodmorning, Arthur," he walked up beside him. Arthur didn't close his journal. He continued drawing. When anyone in camp would walk up behind him when he was doing anything in his journal he would shut it immediately as if he held all the worlds secrets in it. Made everybody around him all the more curious. Charles was proud to have that kind of trust between them; didn't wanna lose it. He tried not to look too much, but the drawing looked like a buck. He had just started so it was hard to tell, but the way the lines came together and the way he morphed the graphite into whatever he wanted seemed genius in a way. Shows he thinks a lot more than what people believe.

     "Mornin' Charles." His voice was rough and worn but it sounded content with the other's company.

     "Would you like to come hunting with me? Pearson told me something about Cotorra Springs and said I might need help." Charles asked. Hoping he'd say yes.

     "Y'know. That sounds really nice right about now," he put his journal is his satchel and grabbed his hat. Charles offered him a hand which Arthur gladly took. He whispered under his breath "anything to get outta here for a day or two... What are we hunting?"

     Charles only chuckled as they walked towards the horses to saddle up, "I have not a clue what we're hunting," Charles said as he threw Taima's saddle over her and began to strap it down, "Pearson said he over heard some guys talking about something big around there that they were gonna go hunt. He reckons it's an elk, but it could be anything. Might as well look."

     Arthur mounted Biscuit and waited for Charles to do the same, "Well if we don't find what we're looking for we can always get something from there. There is plety of game wondering around up there." Charles mounted Taima.

     "You've been there?" He asks. Arthur nods in response, "yep, not too long ago. It's beautiful. I can lead the way if you want me too?"

     "Sure." Charles answered and Arthur got in front. His horse trotting down the path through the thick trees and bushes that covered the camp pretty well. As soon as they got on the main road Charles pulled up beside Arthur as they found a steady trot, "what were you doing up North?" He asked.

     "Well. I found a sorry man near Dakota River. He's full of himself. Claimed to be famous, but I didn't know him." Arthur chuckled to himself, "He sold me a treasure map because he didn't have enough time to look for the treasure. I'm a fool for taking it, but I did. It was from the Jack Hall Gang. Supposedly to have hidden gold? So far I've been led to the springs, but I was having trouble finding the other map. Said I would go back up there some time."

     He hung his head down, his hat blocking his face, and all Charles could see was his shy grin, "You'd like it up there" Charles tried not to get lost in his thoughts about that smile.

     "I didn't figure you for a treasure hunter." Charles joked. Arthur lifted his head back up. "Me neither"

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     By the time they got there it was late afternoon. It was obvious they were in no rush to get there and back. They both enjoyed each other's company and surely didn't wanna leave It.

     The air was warm and crisp. Breathing in this air was so nice. Arthur stopped Biscuit near a shady spot in the thick woods, hitching him to a tree and Charles hitched Taima next to him. They got off and Arthur grabbed his bow, Charles doing the same. The two pushed through the few bushes to reveal the springs. Pools of vibrant green and blue waters where everywhere amd geysers that smoked. Charles truly never had seen something like this in all his years. Guess it's a one of a kind thing. Although it did smell of sulfur which was one downside of it.

     "We're here." Arthur said while throwing his bow around his shoulder. After Charles had taught him how to use it, with a bit of practice, it became his first choice when hunting.

     "You were right. This is beautiful. Little barren might I add. What would be hanging around here?" Charles practically marveled at it, but his eyebrows knitted in confusion. There was much here he had never seen before. Like the bright colors that stirred in the pools.

     They both walked through the springs and the trees seemed dead. The ground was just dirt, dry dirt at that, "Why is there no grass or leav-" a geyser errupted making Charles nearly jump outta his boots. He accidentally backed into Arthur and stayed put against him as it shot water high. They weren't near it, but he could feel the water mist down on them as it was cool now, but it clearly exploded in heat.

     Arthur laughed, his ears turnning red at the contact that they made, but he still found it funny that he jumped so hard, "You've never seen the hot springs before I'm guessing?"

     Once it stopped he pulled himself away only just realizing that he was pushed up against Arthur. He was a little embarrassed it scared him like it did, "No apparently not. It's weird. Why does it do all that? Seems a little obnoxious and... a tad bit scary if you ask me." He practically whispered that last part not wanting to admit it, but Arthur still heard it.

     "Im not entirely sure. All I know is that it is scalding water. Heard about some kids playing a game, seeing who would get closest to the geyser, one got boiled alive. The pools around here feel nice though. I may have fell in one the day I was here and it scared the devil outta me. I was afraid that I was gonna be burned to death, but to my surprise it was a pleasant warm." The thought of Arthur slipping and falling into one of these things was kinda funny. A little scary but cute. He's absurdly clumsy, flat footed.

     They walked on, looking around, almost forgetting what they were doing before Charles walked away to go check the bushes and around the wooded area. Surely this huge animal would be able to be seen miles away with the flat and dead ground of the hot springs. It was smart to check the woods. That was until Arthur saw something. It looked like a trail.

     He looked down and saw a paw print. It looked huge. He squatted down and put his hand in the print and he marveled at the size. It was as big as his hand. His face became pale, but then he became curious. A little too curious.

     "Charles?" he asked as he followed the trail, "I think we might have a problem."

     Charles walked over and saw the prints, "you think that's our animal..?" It was a stupid question, he was just in a bit of disbelief. That's a wolf's prints.

     Arthur continued on the trail as it was getting closer to the undergrowth. Charles' eyes widened and blood began to rush to his finger tips, "Arthur this isn't a good idea." It's like it didn't get through to the man that this was stupid. Charles had the strongest feeling in his gut, he felt the eyes that were stalking them, "Stop moving, now." His voice was stern and hushed this time.

     Arthur stopped before the bushes and stayed put. He could feel it now. It was close and he knew he made a stupid decision. This wasn't gonna end well and he knew it. Charles seemed to be focused on every noise he heard, completely still. Arthur heard a growl right in front of him. He really did mess up didn't he. A couple of wolves came out the bushes in front of him. They snarled and walked towards him, slow and cautious.

     "Back up towards me. Slow.." Charles whispered. Before they knew it they were surrounded by five normal looking wolves, but as they backed up a huge wolf emerged from the bushes, fresh blood on it's face, snarling. Clearly it was the leader of the pack, and he had his eyes on Arthur.

     They're backs met. Charles could feel the deep breath Arthur took before whispering in that growl that he can't control, "You seem to have a plan."

     "Let them think they have us and then start shooting once I do. Just try to keep our backs together. Don't wanna let them get us." Charles' hand was steady on his sawed-off shotgun, ready to pull. Arthur did the same. The drooling beasts closed in a bit more. The adrenaline pumped in their veins. It was about to get scary yet they knew they had to fight. It's what they did best.

BAM

     That was all Arthur heard followed by the whine of dog. He whipped out his shotgun from his front holster and unleashed hell. He shot the first one, down.. The second one, down. He had to reload. He felt Charles be pulled away and heard him yelp in pain. Without thinking he turned around to try and help only to see another dog pulling him by the arm he held his gun in. Arthur finished reloading and pulled his gun up but before he could pull the trigger he was slammed to the ground; his gun was knocked outta his hand, hat flying off as well. He quickly turned over to face the thing. This wolf was huge.

     Everything slowed for a second. The wolf's nose wrinkled up. Blood and saliva dripped from its mouth onto Arthur's face. It's nose was a copper color and it's fur was a dark grey. Arthur's eyes went wide, hands pushed into it's neck. Fear began to strangle him. This is not how he wants to die, but he had a feeling it might be.

     Everything started happening so fast all of a sudden. All he could see were teeth and fur. It was trying to get his throat. He grabbed it's snout trying to muzzle it, but he then realized his hands were far too small and weak for its jaws. It opened its mouth clamping down on Arthur's hands. It started pawing at him, ripping his shirt and cutting him up while chewing up his hands. He desperately tried to keep the wolf away. All he could smell was blood. Heat rose from his chest and his hands were being chewed on like a damn dog bone as he kicked and squirmed to get out from under this thing.

     Charles slung the wolf that had clamped onto his arm off and shot it. He turned around only to see Arthur getting mauled. It was huge. It was bigger than Arthur which was new to see in anything really. He lifted his gun and pulled the trigger only to hear a click. He quickly reloaded before he saw the teeth that were dug into Arthur's hands dug into his neck. He aimed his gun and shot. The wolf flinched, but wasn't dead, it was relentless. Charles shot again and then the wolf turned and looked at him. He had to reload again.

     Arthur saw how the animal was distracted and pulled out his knife. With all his strength, he rammed it into the wolf's throat and dragged it across. Blood shot in his face as he ripped the knife out. It fell on top of him choking for air, suffocating.

     Charles huffed and practically ran, sliding on his knees next to Arthur. He pushed the heavy ass wolf off with a grunt, "Are you okay?"

     Charles was breathing heavily, the gash in his arm was huge. Arthur had not a clue what he looked like, but he's sure he was one ugly bastard now, 'even uglier' he thinks. Arthur scoffs and let's out a breath of hot air as the adrenaline faded and pain began to kick in, his voice was rough, "still breathin', aint I?"

     Charles helps Arthur up, ignoring his smart ass answer, he wraps one arm around him, pulling them both up. Charles walked them towards the horses, setting him down against the tree he tied Taima against. He began to search his bag for water and ointment, "do you have a needle in your bag?"

     "I-.." He swallowed, tried to though his mouth was dry, " I do. I also have some fishing line.." He raspped knowing what Charles was looking for. Charles' arm stung as he held it against him. Grabbing what he could from both their bags, he layed the stuff down in front of Arthur as he sat down to face him. He began to unbutton Arthur's shirt that was ripped to shreads, exposing his chest. The sun had just started to go down. The sky was yellow and fading to an orange. It was starting to get cold.

     He opened the canteen of water, "You got a pretty bad bite there, Charles. You need to clean that before you worry abou-" he hissed and bit his torn lip as he felt the cold water run down his chest.

     "Don't worry about me, I'll be okay." Charles spoke as he continued to pour the water. He took a rag that he found in his saddle bag and wet one side with water. He began to whipe off the blood and dry his chest.

     "Please Charles.. At least pour some water on it for now." His blue eyes were pleading. Charles stopped for a second and met his eyes. They were full of worry. Charles' felt his fingers twitch at the state of the man and the pain that shot from his arm to his fingers.

     He looked at his arm and poured some water on it. It was bigger than he remembered but shouldn't be hard to stitch up. The water stung. He closed his eyes and then returned to Arthur as soon as the sharp pain began to leave.

     "Let me see your hands." He didn't wanna ask that cause he was afraid to see them. He lifted his hands and they were full of dirt, wolf hair, and saliva. Not to mention the holes that the animal left in them. They were dripping with blood. He had to clean and wrap them fast. He cringed at the sight.

     He didn't have too much water left but it should be enough. He rinsed Arthur's hands off the best he could and used the wet side of the rag to get what was left.

     Even if Arthur was in a lot of pain the feeling of Charles holding his hands and touching him all over made butterflies flutter in his stomach. He could feel his face getting red, or was that the heat of the scratch on his cheek? He tried to relax as best he could, but it didn't feel nice everytime Charles touched his wounds.

     Charles put the rag down and opened some strange looking medicine and picked up a few bandages, "this is gonna sting at first but trust me, it works." He opened it and grabbed a good bit of the stuff and lathered it on to his hands. Arthur could feel a few tears prickle in his eyes. Charles wrapped his hands and stood up. His hands lingering on Arthur's as if he didn't want to let go, but he did.

     "Do you think that water is safe to drink?" Charles asked as he dared not make eye contact with the other man.

     "Heared it was perfect water. The rocks clean it or something crazy like that." Arthur said as he went to get up but Charles stopped him.

     "You're not going anywhere." Charles said holding him down by his shoulders.

     "But it's getting cold. I could start a fire. I'll be okay. You're hurt too y'know." He insisted. Charles only sighed and gave in, nodding and walking away with the canteen. Arthur got up and searched for the wood that was dry enough for a nice fire.

     Charles walked back out into the springs getting chills when he saw all the dead wolves and blood shed on the ground. He saw Arthur's hat and gun laying out next to that big wolf and it made the image of Arthur laying under that wolf, trying with everything in him to get away, flash back. His eyes wide with fear and arms flexed with the adrenaline that pushed him through the whole thing.

     Charles picked up Arthur's hat and gun but noticed that he only had two hands and one wounded arm. He also didn't wanna make a second trip with the love of his life bleeding by himself. Charles can feel his face flush with shame when he realized he just thought that. The love of his life. A tinge of sadness hit him.

     He looked at Arthur's hat for a long second. He put it on. He could feel a warm feeling stir in his stomach. He shook off the warmth and walked to one of the pools, feeling his canteen. He walked back to the woods and found Arthur facing the fire he just made, against the same tree. The horses were untethered and free while both bed rolls were layed out. He sure did make quick work of things didn't he?

     The sun was all the way down now and it was cold. Especially with being up north. He sat back down in front of Arthur and set the shotgun down beside him. Arthur smiled at him and let him work on him. He grabbed the fishing line and needle and stiched up a few of the big gashes, especially the one on his cheek. He soaked those with the same stuff he used for his hands.

     "You.. look good in my hat." Charles completely forgot he had it on. He took it off quickly, but then Arthur objected, "No no.. Keep it on." Shyly, trying to hide a smile, he put it back on.

     "Do you have a change of clothes in your bag?" Arthur thought for a second as Charles stood up.

     "No. I don't. I meant to put them back in this morning but I forgot." Arthur said as Charles walked away. Charles opened his bag and grabbed his shirt that he usually wears. He was wearing his white one today beings he just washed the one he has in his hands. He walked back over and dropped it in his lap and continued walking so he could get close to the fire.

     Arthur seemed a little taken away by this act. It smelt like him too.. "I'm sure I'll be okay without it.." Arthur spoke quietly. Charles didn't say anything. That means he isn't gonna take "no" for an answer.

     Arthur sighed and put in on. It was so soft. It was clean too. The shirt was a long sleeve, blue and polka dotted, he always wears it. Arthur would usually roll the sleeves up, but he was really cold so he didn't this time. It was big on him, it felt really nice.

     "Will you let me fix up your arm now?" Arthur asks. Charles turns around and meets his eyes. He breathes in and then nods. He was tired. Arthur could see it in his eyes.

     Charles sat back down in front of him and showed Arthur his arm. The man picked up the rest of his fishing line and needle and began to stitch his arm up. Charles hissed once the needle pierced his skin and he could feel the thick line pull through it.

     Arthur was quiet as he worked and all Charles could do was admire him. His shirt looked nice on him but he hated the way his cut seemed to bruise his face and his lips shown dried blood. He didn't like seeing the rings under his eyes from multiple sleepless nights. Guilt hit Charles heavy. Arthur was still one hell of a sight to look at though. He was beautiful. He particularly liked the way his fingers moved. He saw the way Arthur held the needle. He was making sure not to hurt his hand much more. His other hand held Charles' arm up.

     He finished rather quick, making sure that everything was neat and right. He picked up that stuff Charles used on him earlier. He was right, it does help. He put it on Charles' arm and began to wrap it up with the rest of the bandages.

     "There." He smiled as he set the stuff down. Getting up, he grabbed everything and started putting stuff up before Charles could. He came back, holstering his shotgun, and sitting on top of his bed roll staring at the fire. His knees were close to his chest, arms wrapped round his legs, wanting to push himself further into the man's shirt if at all possible, yearning for his touch.

     Charles did the same, sitting on his bed roll. It was quiet. All you could really hear was the crickets and frogs singing. The geysers went off every now and then. It wasn't often. Though it was quiet, words wanted to be spoken. You could feel it.

     "I'm sorry about bringing you along on this. I know better than to just go by hear say." Charles said. He hated that Arthur got hurt the way he did. Christ, he could was almost killed.

     Arthur only chuckled, "I'm glad you brought me out here." He breathed in Charles' sent. He was content, though his body stung.

     "Seriously, you were nearly mauled half to death?" Charles questioned.

     "I'd rather be here and go through that than find out you became some beast's supper. I'd gladly go through it again. For you of course." Arthur felt like he said too much as he felt his ears start to flush red. He bit the feeling back. What he said was true and he wasn't gonna take it back for his own sake.

     Charles felt his heart beat quicken. That may have been one of the nicest things he's heard in a long time. Maybe even the first time, "I'd do the same for you."

     Arthur smiled as he relaxed. That was a nice thought to hold onto. Nice to know Charles thinks the same. Though Arthur feels like he doesn't deserve that. He ain't no good.

     Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head he closed his eyes feeling the heaviness of sleep weigh on him. That was until a cold breeze ran up his spin. Arthur was shivering now, it was so quick. Even the fire didn't seem to help. Maybe he was getting sick? He crossed his arms cautiously, didn't wanna ruin the handy work of the man that sat next to him.

     Arthur looked over at Charles who was watching the fire. He was in his own world, but he looked like he was doing alright, "y'know," Charles blinked once or twice then looked at Arthur, "you could make it up to me if you want to. I have an idea."

     Charles was more than glad to do such, "What do you have in mind?"

     Arthur hesitated. His eyes drifted to the side as he bit the inside of his cheek starting to regret what he was gonna say, "I'm really cold.."

     Charles looked at him for a second. He was stone faced as usual and quiet. He debated it. Arthur became more red by the second. The anticipation killed him. He was now terrified. Charles stood up and Arthur avoided all eye contact. He flinched when Charles stopped right next to him. He hated how small he felt just because the man never answered. He's the only person that could do that to Arthur.

     Charles sat down behind Arthur and wrapped his arms around him, "as you wish." Arthur could hear the smile in his voice. He perked up as if he were a dog hearing a supper bell. He felt like a kid again, new to the feeling of being loved. Or was this actually new to him? He couldn't tell.

     He sank into the other's arms. He was still shivering, but he thinks it was more because this was actually happening rather than him being cold. Charles felt it and squeezed tighter. Arthur almost fell asleep, but wouldn't let himself. Three days of almost no sleep is really getting to him. He should probably start sleeping right.

     "If you want me to I can move my bed roll over here." Charles practically whispered as he found a nice spot in between Arthur's shoulder and neck to rest his head.

     "No no.. Well, not if you don't want to. I jus-" Arthur began to ramble but was cut off before he could continue.

     "Arthur.. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to. Also it wasn't much of a question. I was gonna do it anyways." He chuckled as he got up and grabbed his bed roll bringing it over to Arthur's.

     Arthur kept quiet. Charles was always straight to the point which he was more than greatful for, sometimes. Setting Arthur's hat down beside them, Charles laid his roll out next to Arthur's and laid down on his side. Arthur laid down as well, back towards Charles yet it didn't feel right. His heart beat quickened as he turned over on his other side, carefully. Charles had the warmest smile. Arthur just about melted at the sight, but felt relieved.

     He took another risk, but at this point he felt like Charles wouldn't mind. He curled into Charles, face burried in his chest. He tucked himself neatly underneath the man's chin, scooting down a bit so that his hair wasn't in the other's face. Charles wrapped his arms around him only to feel the man relax to his touch. Charles sighed, content, it felt nice to hold him. Something he's longed to do. He hasn't smiled this much all week.

     The fire light was dying down as they drifted to sleep, keeping close to keep warm. Arthur was out first with soft snores, not even snores. Just even breaths and an occasional soft mummer or sigh. It was always so quiet and gentle it didn't bother Charles at all. If anything, he really liked the sounds he made. It was a little exciting to see the man that was made for a brute, with a harsh tounge, and no empathy for anyone in his path, blush and stutter, becoming a mess without realizing it.

     After awhile of thinking and listening to Arthur and the crickets he fell asleep. He doesn't remember when, but that was okay. The two slept the best they slept in days and even slept in an hour late.

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     Arthur woke up first, he was sore and in a lot more pain than he was yesterday, but at least he wasn't bleeding out. He had no intetions on moving yet anyways, especially when he felt Charles' arms still around him. Arthur scooted up so that he could see Charles, the man didn't stir. Arthur gently brushed the hair that was in his face behind his ear, admiring him in the faint morning sun. He was beautiful. Arthur smiled.

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