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thot4ellie · 2 months

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oh sweetheart

pairing: boxer! ellie williams x f reader au

word count: 1.9k

rating: 18+

warnings: boxer!ellie, drinking, smoking, cursing, creepy guy but ellie comes to ur defense!! ellie has lots of tattoos, fighting, threats, idk if im missing anything (no character description or anything specific)

summary: you didn't expect to meet her on this night out.

authors notes: hi friends! this is my first time writing and posting on here hopefully you enjoy, please reblog, like or follow! lets be mutuals :) anyways feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated! ellie williams has me on my hands and knees!!! i hope you enjoy! i like the idea of making this a series if it works out and ppl like it, so pls let m know!! thank you :)

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loud. everything is loud. the smell of sweat and blood stains the air around you. the sounds of people cheering and shouting towards the center of the large room. the lights are buzzing above you as you are walking into the entrance of the shitty run down gym your brother, jesse, and his girlfriend, dina, ended up dragging you to tonight.

you didn't mind coming along with him but this wasn't what you expected to be doing tonight. after a long shitty week of unpacking your new apartment, you kinda just wanted to end up a hole in the wall bar and drink your stress away but he had other plans. which including watching grown men beat the shit of each other for their cut at the end of the night.

it was intimidating, walking through the crowds of people you didn't know until you finally make it to where his friends were waiting for you guys. they were sitting at a table with a clear shot of the fight which was surprising since the whole place seemed to have more people in it then it could fit. you make your way awkwardly to the empty seats saying a gentle "hello guys" to your brothers friends who you didn't knowl. you sat next to dina as jesse made his way to the bar with your drink orders.

after you graduated highschool, you moved to new york and spend 4 years there working in a small cafe you lived above but now at the start of the summer, still not sure what you should be doing with your life. now you're 22 and you've moved to the city of jackson to be closer to your older brother and his girlfriend. you were excited to start fresh in a place where no one knew you yet, you were ready to leave your old life and those toxic things in the past. but you wondered if it was even possible.

you spend the next hour talking with dina and catching up on the things that have happened since you moved, "have you started looking for jobs yet?" she asked as you both sipped on the second drink of the night that jesse went and brought back a bit ago. you've only met a couple times in person since they started dating about 2 years ago but you loved her, she was making this night a lot better. "not much luck yet, i don't know what to do, luckily i have some time to figure something out." you responded. she went to say something but then the loud speakers around the room started blaring music and the countdown to the match that was about to start.

jesse tapped dinas shoulder to go watch with the rest of them. dinas eyes met yours and asked, "are you coming up?" you started getting nervous as the people started getting louder and crowding towards the center ring and told her that you'll stay here and watch. they both nodded and said they'd be back when it was over.

you took this opportunity to finally go get some fresh air since the crowd isn't all over anymore and it was a straight shot to the door you came in, you walked over to the side of the building, definitely feeling the drinks you had, you let your back rest against the concrete wall, finally cooling you down on this hot summer night. there's people standing outside talking but they payed no attention to you. you stayed against the wall as you pull out the cigarette pack from the pocket of your thin dark green jacket and the lighter out of your back pocket in your jean shorts. you cursed yourself for not buying more but its a bad habit and you know it. you pulled one out and put it in your lips as you brought the lighter up and took a drag, finally letting the anxiety go as you stared off into the sky.

"excuse me miss, you shouldn't be out here alone, a beautiful girl like you," a man with a rough voice said but you didn't move to look, suddenly wishing you never left your apartment to begin with, "hello i'm talking to you, its not nice to ignore people, ya know," he slurred his words as he spoke. you turned your head as you went to tell him to leave you alone but instead, he was standing in front of you before you knew it you dropped your smoke and now he's practically cornered you.

he was so close you could smell the alcohol on his breathe as he spoke again, "now are you gonna talk to-" you leaned away from him as he was interrupted by the sound of a door opening a few feet away, he looked towards it but then turned back to you just as quick, almost touching you as he went to speak again but he was beat to it.

"get off her." you didn't even realize the door had opened until you heard her.

the man looked back towards the door to the figure in the light, he squinted and when he got a good look, he suddenly backed off and put his hands up. "hey hey i wasn't doing nothin- it was nothing!" he shouted back to whoever was next to the still open door, light shining into the alley.

the door slams and the light fades as the figure walks closer towards you and your eyes meet the deep green eyes of the person who just saved you as she turned to the man who was just cornering you against the wall.

"it doesn't look like nothing, i mean, really? you're fucking joking right?" she questioned him as she looked him right in the eyes.

"i said it was nothing- she was flirting with me and-" he was cut off as she laughed loudly. "yeah you're full of shit, get the fuck out of here and don't let me see you again or you'll regret it." she said as she stepped closer towards him, almost at the same height, he looked scared of her. "okay, okay- fuck 'm leaving!" he slurred one last time as he turned around and headed the opposite way of the run down gym.

you stood there as the interaction happened, not sure what to do or say yet, you were silent as he walked off, and those green eyes met yours again and you saw her lips moving as she was speaking but you caught nothing she said. "hey, you okay there?" she asked you as she went to stand in front of you, looking you up and down, checking if you're psychically okay while she gave you a second to process before she asked you again.

"hey sweetheart, you okay?" she asked and grabbed your arm, not in a way that the man would have but like she was actually making sure you were okay, and this time you finally heard her.

"h- yes im okay, just- fuck- yes thank you." you said finally getting a good look at her now that she's up close and touching you. her eyes were greener than you thought, her short auburn hair with some pulled back into a bun, the big moth tattoo wrapped around her right forearm that was still holding onto yours, other tattoos littered her arms and some poking out under her t-shirt she was wearing. she was so close to you and it sent butterflies through your body. now is not the time, you thought to yourself.

"are you sure- 'm sorry that happened, fuck him." she said roughly, not towards you but him.

"its okay, thank- thank you for helping me" you said gently to the girl who was still looking into your eyes. you had been so focused on hers that you didn't even see the tiny scars, small healing cuts and the bruises that were fading until you looked over her face again.

"yeah of course, are you here alone?" she asked you curiously still holding on to you, you weren't even phased by it. you told her you were here with your brother and she nodded her head towards the door, "lets get you back to him before anything else happens sweetheart" she said as she guided you to the door, hand on your back, as you swallowed and went first.

suddenly all the sounds that you had not realized you had been blocking begin again, smells of the sweaty bodies surround you again and you felt too hot, either because of her or the summer heat trapped in here. once you made it inside, she moved her hand off the small of your back and told her to go find your brother and to get home safe. when she walked away, you realized you didn't even know her name.

you saw dina, sitting along with a few of jesses friends and made your way over to her. the match must've ended while you were outside. you walked through the gym to sit back down, moving carefully to avoid touching anyone. once you made it to the table, dina wondered where you had ran off too. "oh just went out to get some fresh air," you said back to her smiling, not wanting her to worry. she told you jesse went to get more drinks and after the encounter outside, you needed it.

jesse came back a few moments later, holding a round of shots for you three. "here you ladies go," he spoke with a happy look on his face. you smiled slightly back and took the glass as dina laughed at him. you took the shot, trying to forget what happened outside with the man but not what happened with her. you wondered if you would see her again. is she here to watch? could she work at the bar? is she here with friends too? your thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over the speaks that the final match was gonna start soon.

dina and jesse were telling you, "its the last one tonight and the last ones are always the best so lets go!" you would rather sit and order another drink, but what if something else happened cause you were alone? so reluctantly you got up with them and got closer to the middle ring, you heard the loud speakers announcing the boxers as they entered the ring. you weren't even paying attention, nothing could stop your mind racing with thoughts about the girl outside.

you shake yourself out of the trance when dina reaches over to you to touch your hands that were shaking but you didn't even realize, you look to her and give her smile that she returns, then she looks back to the ring and you turn your head to follow her eyes to the center. and your breathe caught.

thats her.

thats the girl who saved you outside.

the girl with her hands wrapped in tape and the mouthguard in.

the girl who wondered if she'd ever see you again either, not that you knew that, but she hoped it wasn't the last time.

you wondered what she thought as you both stared back at each other. you heard the coach start the countdown. you just watched her.

...5

...4

...3

...2

as the buzzer started, she smiled directly at you then turned to throw the first punch.

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iaure · 1 year

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city. the death of reader's brother, who was an officer, is mentioned. tw: general yandere behaviour, cyberstalking, stalking, harassment, slight nsfw, ptsd

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i am very flattered by the quick response that part one garnered! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) thank you everyone! every like, reblog, and comment means very much to me ♡ as such i wanted to get part two out as fast as possible. please enjoy leon's thoughts ♡

he met you in the aftermath.

♡ the nightmare was fresh, the dead still clung to leon's clothes, and he had no idea what to do.

♡ he still had sherry to take care of; but his mind was scattered.

♡ he had no family. he had just broken up with his girlfriend. he was out of a job, out of a home, out of a life.

♡ it was crushing.

♡ rather than try and let it show how badly he was being consumed, he decided to try and get some help. therapists were booked up by months, going to a hospital would mean sherry would be alone, and he barely had anyone to vent to.

♡ keyword: barely

♡ he had found an online forum via AOL and realised it was for survivors. at first, he posted a bit on an anonymous account, not wanting to stick around for long.

♡ he spoke about marvin, claire, ada, everyone he had met, the horrors he saw, with some discretion to the less believable parts.

♡ the people were kind. they spoke softly to him.

but then they turned to you.

♡ you had a post detailing your sorrow at the loss of your brother, who had been on what would've been Leon's squad, and how you tried to save him. but your brother was altruistic to a fault, and you couldn't save him from himself.

♡ his heart ached. he understood. he got it. he couldn't save marvin, after all. someone who was already gone is the worst kind of person to mourn.

♡ he began looking through some of your previous posts. it was a lot of you trying to give people advice, comfort, camaraderie in death.

you were so...achingly sweet.

♡ it was easy to start spiraling, truth be told. you were that kind. you were that overwhelming, like incense or perfume or chloroform.

♡ it started out just as friendly talking. Leon didn't want to put his name on the forum, nor did he really want to make an account, so he simply kept on commenting on anything you wrote.

♡ you were hurting, that's for sure. he was too. maybe you could hurt together.

♡ you were so compassionate, answering everything he sent with wise words and cautious exposure.

♡ after a while, you began to open up to him. luckily, he put his last initial as a calling card-K-so you would remember him, and soon enough it felt like you two were truly friends.

♡ you seemed to grieve differently from him, as evidenced from how quickly you seemed to shift from wounded to medic, to trying to help those in the forum.

he then got curious

♡ your username wasn't that strange, but it had your first name in it.

♡ from there, it was a simple search on the STARS database to find out who you were.

♡ and oh...you were just as lovely as he thought you were. your eyes, your skin, your face-everything was you.

♡ he took some liberties, sure. he printed out some of the photos from the database, took some home, held on in his wallet.

♡ maybe it was weird that he placed them in frames around his house.

♡ maybe it was bizarre that he slept with one of the photos. held in his arms, tucked under his pillow when he's not in his new apartment.

♡ the photos tie him over, in those restless nights where he's alone and wishes oh god that you were here that you were with him.

♡ he thinks about how soft you'd feel, how warm you'd be, how gentle the touch of your fingers would be against his arms, his chest, his-!

♡ maybe it was a bit creepy. he's not so delusional as to think it wasn't-not yet, at least.

that's okay, though. he's doing it out of love!

♡ he finally cracks. after a day of no response, he decides to abuse his power and find out where you are.

♡ and when he does, it's like the world is crumbling around him.

♡ you had gotten a job? you'd gone outside?

♡ it's good, sure. but at the same time, it's so alarming. was your job really so tiring that you couldn't do anything but go home and sleep?

♡ he sends a message, horrified at the idea, but realises how horrible of an idea it was to admit that he knew that you were working. but he can't delete it. it's really too late.

♡ he gives up. he knows he's destroyed any chance of getting to you online.

♡ he spends a day or two in a complete, shallow depression. it's like a withdrawal, and he's shaking, unable to sleep, staying up staring at his ceiling at his fuckup.

♡ he could always see you. where you work is only a block or two away.

♡ but that would be a step too far, wouldn't it? right?

♡ then he'd be no better than any other sleezeball.

but another day passes, and he can't take it anymore.

♡ he snaps, deciding to finally take that detour he's wanted since the day he found out where you worked. it's just around the corner from his gym, and he can't decide if he wants to work out first or visit you.

♡ but the urge is too much, and he sees you first.

♡ and...oh.

♡ you're everything, and more.

♡ seeing you in real life is almost too much. he stands outside of the door for what feels like hours, watching you just past the corner of your eye and praying that you didn't notice him yet.

♡ you don't, because you're dedicated and hardworking and smiling and laughing with your coworker about something, and it's like bells pealing and the heavens opening with the songs of angels. if the end times were coming, he hoped Gabriel's horn was your laugh.

♡ it takes him what was, realistically, about thirty minutes to even get the courage to go inside. after researching the bakery, he found that workers were given a commission in addition to normal pay, so that meant that he had to eat the most expensive things on the menu.

♡ truthfully, he didn't have much of a sweet tooth. he liked to keep fit, and sweets always managed to mess up his stomach.

♡ but the most expensive thing was a piece of cheesecake, and when he asked about it, you lit up and it was all worth it.

♡ the cheesecake was fine, but with your touch on the plate, he wanted to lick up every crumb.

he was addicted.

♡ he began coming in almost every day. just looking at you made his day brighter, with your smile like a sun. he dropped money at every moment, trying to talk with you every second.

♡ he could tell the moment you wanted him gone, the moment he overstayed his welcome, but he'd just come back the next day.

♡ there were several times he'd caught your eye, and he could feel you scanning him up and down.

♡ it felt almost lecherous, but he held those gazes so tightly in his mind's eye. god. you thought he was hot. maybe handsome? or cute? every possibility felt so intimate and made him so...warm, for lack of a polite word.

♡ now that he had confirmation that you thought he was cute, every inhibition was over. the proverbial pandora's box was unlocked, and that meant Leon needed to brush up in his sneaking.

♡ after all...there was nothing more 'you' than inside your home ♡

#yandere resident evil x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere leon kennedy x reader #yandere x reader #yandere leon kennedy #˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ palabras muertas #divagaciones (per)

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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how many | jjk | 6

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 5.8k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)

A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖

◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆

At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant.

Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.

“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.

While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.

The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.

“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”

“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”

“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”

“10/10 better than a face reveal”

“I need more of this”

“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”

“#bunfairysearchparty”

“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”

“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”

“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”

You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.

“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”

“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”

“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”

“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste.

The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.

“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.

“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.

You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him

“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.

With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”

You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.

“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.

He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.

The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.

“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips.

“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.

“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”

It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery.

You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.

With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”

Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”

A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders.

This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between.

You let him into your world, and he embraced it.

The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.

“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”

You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.

Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.

“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.

“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”

“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”

“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.

He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.

“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”

Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.

“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”

You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.

But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.

You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.

The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”

“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.

Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”

It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.

You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.

“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”

“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”

Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.

“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.

“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.

Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.

“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”

He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though.

“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk.

Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.

When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.

“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.

Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”

You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”

“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”

The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.

Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.

“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over.

“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.

“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.

“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.

To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good.

When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough.

You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.

“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.

You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.

“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.

“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.

Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.

Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him.

As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.

“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.

As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.

You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high.

Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.

“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.

“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”

The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.

With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.

The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.

The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.

“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.

“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.

You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.

As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session.

He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship.

It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.

You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.

“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”

“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.

After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.

“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.

“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.

“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.

It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.

After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.

“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”

“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.

“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.

“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design.

With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.

“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”

“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”

“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.

You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.

You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”

That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.

“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”

Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”

“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.”

“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.

“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”

“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”

You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.

“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.

“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”

“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”

You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”

“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”

You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.

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INDECISIVE

Aki just can’t seem to let you go.

wc: 2.5k

tags: kinda mean toxic ex aki, soft dom though, choking, break-up, the brainrot i have for this man is just ridiculous right now.

authors note: ive not wrote any other character than levi in so long omg, id forgot what it felt like to characterise a character if that makes sense?? i wrote this quick, trying to get a feel for writing him though 🥺!

new account @mrsackermannx

You toss and turn in your sheets, it’s strange getting used to your own bed again. Weeks feel like months when you’re clambering into cold sheets alone every night.

The awakening in the morning is a cruel one too.

That steady breathing, those large rough hands on your hips squeezing in affirmation. Those deep octaves humming against your neck, normally so droll, so by the book. But when spoken to you at night, only the softest sweetest praises are uttered against your skin. Followed by heated curses or moans or both; sometimes even cries, depending on the day or the week.

That rich scent of fresh linen and tobacco. His soft black hair falling silkily through your fingertips.

Moving out of Aki’s place hurt.

Not being able to stroke and clutch at the soft cotton of his nightshirts whilst he presses his lips to your cheek. Hurts.

“I have to be more serious, I have to consider my goal. Please, go back to your apartment and join the civilian sector. I just want you to be happy.”

You curse the tears rolling down your cheeks, the way you clutch at your own knees for a sense of familiar stability. What’s worse is the way the air in your lungs is starting to feel like water, all at the thought of that conversation.

Passing him in the halls at Headquarters doesn’t get easier either. Today he only spared a mumbled hello, without even a second glance.

Life moves on. Right?

Three slow raps sound at your apartment door. You groggily squint at your alarm clock, for once the streetlight shining obnoxiously through your window does the trick. It’s just past midnight or near two in the morning, you can’t decide.

You bury your head under your pillow with a groan. It’s probably Himeno barging over for a late night drink, if you ignore her long enough she’ll go away, hopefully.

“I know you’re awake.”

You gasp in the dark, pulling yourself out of bed, you head down the hall with light footsteps, like a moth to a flame.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

Your palm hovers over the door and you sigh, a silent ‘fuck’ following from your lips. “It’s late and a weekday. Not your usual MO.”

“You gonna open the door?”

“Maybe if you say please.”

This time he sighs, “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

You open your door to him. He’s still in his work clothes, his cheeks red from the cold.

“You look cold.”

“Cause I am.” He peers down at you and with a small smile rests the backs of his fingers under your cheekbones. “Seems like you’re cold too, half dressed like that.”

However reluctantly, you bat his hands away, walking toward the kitchen. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

He scoffs, closing the door behind him with a soft click. You can’t help but smile hearing him shuffle behind you, no doubt putting his shoes in a perfect parallel line to yours. Somehow everything Aki does is endearing, even when you’re mad at him.

“I wanted to see you,” he hums.

You simply huff, rustling through your cupboards for some clean mugs. Yet you can feel his presence behind you, intense and yearning.

You swallow, “So…D’you want tea or…who knew. I have coffee beans-“

“You’re in my shirt.” You startle when two of his arms cross around your waist, and his chin rests upon your head.

“Which do you want, Aki?” you ask firmly, pressing your lips together when his hands slide under your shirt.

“I want you.” He stresses every syllable, toying with your nipples and scoffing when they pebble. “You came to the door in practically nothing, invited me in, like this. In my shirt.”

Your cheeks burn, you’d not noticed until this very second, he’s caught you like this. In one of his black shirts and panties.

He grips at your breasts, pinching your nipples so hard you choke up. “It’s okay,” he coos, his jaw tightening at the way you moan into your palm.

“You like that? When I take it all out on you like this?…It’s been a long day, and all I could think about was you.”

“Aki. You can never make up your fucking mind.”

“You know I can’t live without you, because you’re the same. This is my shirt, isn’t it?” he quips, one hand gripping your throat.

“Maybe,” you hiss, groaning when he bends you forward, tugging up the hem of your shirt to expose your ass.

He reaches his hand back and slaps, your response is instantaneous. Somewhere between a loud moan and his name. His favourite combination.

“Do I need to ask you again? Or are you going to be difficult?”

“Fuck you.”

In a matter of seconds he’s hoisting you onto the kitchen counter. Slotting himself between your legs with a hand on each of your knees.

Just like clockwork.

He stands back to admire you, hissing your name under his breath like a curse. “Fuck you, right back,” he mutters breathlessly, kneeling below you with that dark glint in his eye. “How about that?”

“I mean it,” you spit, but with no venom in your voice.

“Of course, you’re still mad. But I can make it up to you. I’ve always been good at that, haven’t I?”

The heat inside of you stirs and you find yourself throbbing and clenching on nothing, pooling for him even. There’s something about Aki when he’s like this, full of affection and frustration.

His sweet talk makes you feel like you could ask for the world, but his tone makes you want to bend over for him, and let him print his hand all over.

He tugs at his own shirt collar because he can hardly breathe, his lips skimming along your thighs.

“I don’t wanna make up,” you squeak, moaning muffled into your wrist when his hands latch onto the waistband of your panties.

“Is that why you’re sleeping with my shirt on? Because you hate me so much?” he taunts. “You’ve not been thinking of me?”

“You’re so fucking mean,” you pant, breath hitching as he drags your panties down your thighs.

He whistles, “Then why are your panties ruined?”

He pulls them off completely, rising to tower above you. He lifts his brow, “Well? You can use your mouth, right? Had no problem using it to insult me a moment ago.”

In a lurch of a movement you thrust your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His lips seek yours. He kisses you with a deep seated passion, his mouth hot and patient.

He gasps and moans deeply into your mouth, clutching you tight, carrying you down the hall. The kiss only breaks when he kicks your door open and drops you down carefully below him,

“Still if you won’t use your mouth, I won’t use mine.”

He taps at your hips and you rise your arms, allowing him to pull away his shirt. After he throws it behind him, you instinctively turn to see where it lands. “Don’t take it with you,” you whisper. “Please.”

It’s almost like he feels his heart break there and then.

“I won’t.” he promises, firmly, and then his hands are on your body and so are his lips, in earnest.

“You still smell like me, fuck. That’s because you’re all mine, understood?”

“As if I could forget,” you breathe.

His hand adorns your neck first, stroking at the way your blood hammers under his forefinger. He squeezes softly and then tugs you to his lips, smiling against your mouth. “This shirt reminded me of all the times I fucked you to sleep. You shouldn’t have come to the door in it.”

“Don’t make threats you can’t keep.”

A deep laugh leaves his lips, affectionate and content. His lips lock with yours with a desperate fervour once more. Your hands tug at his hair tie, letting his hair free, you pull on it and he groans shakily. “I missed you. Your smell, your lips, your face. Your voice.”

“I missed you more than anything,” you cry into his lips, working away his blazer while his hair tickles your forehead. He helps, chuckling at the way you both paw at his shirt buttons.

Then finally, your hands fuse to his hot skin and he’s struggling to hold back. Flattened fingers slide down your torso until they reach your sex. He moans into your ear when he feels you dripping just for him. “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.”

“Aki, oh fuck.” He slides two fingers into your pussy and out again, working your slick on his fingers. You peer up to face the dark blue of his eyes, and he loses all composure seeing the love in yours. He slides the fingers into your mouth, silently demanding your obedience.

You suck away your juices with ardour and he moans, eagerly bringing them back to your pussy. “You’re so fucking pretty, especially like this.”

You slide your hands through his hair and pull, he’s always loved that. “More, huh?” He slides his fingers in until they’re knuckle deep, taking your breath at the same time as his lips lock with yours. Your legs hook around his lower back, needing to be closer, quivering beneath him at his touch.

“You think I forgot how you like your pussy touched? How you need to be worked upon?”

You stammer a breathless ‘no’ and his lips reach your neck. He kisses at the skin with possession, sucking and teasing his teeth to mark you. His other hand splays against your abdomen, joining his thumb to your clit as he continues to pulse his

his fingers into you.

“Aki, too much!”

“No, you can take it.” He only continues, hammering his fingers into you even faster. Those long fingers of his reaching that deep spot inside of you only he’s ever been able to reach.

“If you can’t take this then you can’t take me. Which is it?”

“I can,” you moan brokenly, your hips twitching and bucking up into his. The pleasure starts to coast along your nerves, washing through your body until you’re shaking and whimpering under him. “I want you, need to feel you again.”

His voice is breathy and raw in your ear, his teeth nipping playfully on your earlobe. “That’s my girl, come for me. I don’t want to stretch you too fucking tight tonight.” That mocking lilt to his voice all the more intoxicating.

“So, come on my fucking fingers, now.”

Aki prides himself on how well and how much he’s managed to gain this control of your body, months of deep appreciation and learning brought him to this point. He knows the right ways to suck and flick at your cunt until you burst.

You pant out his name endlessly, hazy as he journeys down your body with kisses. A silent shriek leaving your lips when he suddenly pulls your hips toward his face.

His hands sink into your hips and his mouth latches on to your pussy. “Aki, t-too sensitive!”

He rolls his tongue between your lips, catching the beads of your taste. But you’re shaking so much he decides to go easy on you, so he works away his pants, before hurrying back to your embrace.

Unwilling to let you go, both of his hands clutch your cheeks, kissing and coaxing your breathing down. He leans his back against the headboard and brings you close.

“Sit on it,” he pants into your lips, his hand hard enough to bruise your hip. “Please.”

You nod, reaching to guide him he bats your hand away. You moan at the gesture. Your peer down and make out the abundant gleam of arousal shining on his cock. You lift your hips for him and then he sounds like he’s struggling to breathe too. “Just like that, that’s my girl,” he stammers.

He swirls himself in your slick, clutching your neck he pulls you in for a deep kiss. “Feel me,” he drawls, sliding himself inside. You feel his lips stretch into a smile as you fill his mouth with moans. “Tell me how it feels, for you.”

You’re barely capable of words, you know Aki. He wants to know how this feels emotionally, as well as physically. He’s sneaky like that, catching you of guard when you’re stuffed full of his cock.

“G-good,” You slur. “Like I needed to feel you like this, even though it's a stretch.”

“But you always stretch to take me like the good girl you really are, right?”

“Always.” You roll your hips but get halted by his hands. “Aki,” you whimper, “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I’d never,” His lips press against your cheek, “Just wanna make you feel even better. I’ve treated you so terribly.”

Just like that, you’re being held in Aki’s arms like you weigh nothing. He holds you above his own body and fucks you with his cock, not letting you do a second of the work.

“Fuck I missed you. You’re so fucking warm, so fucking wet,” he grunts.

You’re like putty in his arms, “So d-deep. Aki. Aki, please.”

“You’re just what I needed, today. What I always need.”

He’s hitting so deep and so pleasurably, your mind is devoid of anything but him at this moment. The familiar scent of his skin, of his hair, the sound of him gruff yet so gracefully undone in your ear is all too much. “I love you.”

“I love you, please. Move back in. I’ve been an idiot.”

Your lips meet in the middle and tears fall amongst the desperate sounds of your bodies merging.

Aki starts to moan louder the more you clench on him, so close to your own undoing. “I’ve missed being inside you, feeling you. Touching myself could never fucking, come close.”

“I’m still on the pill, so you can,”

“Oh fuck, please don’t tell me that. So I can come inside.” His voice grows even shakier, his hands gripping your breasts. “Make yourself come first, I'm too close.”

You nod eagerly, he’s been keeping you on the edge for far too long. Through lidded eyes he watches as you fuck yourself on his cock. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

“Aki.” Gripping his thighs behind you, you lean to give him a salacious view of your pussy swallowing his cock.

Grinning, he works his thumb onto your clit once more, rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bud. “Go on then, pretty girl. If you’re gonna show off like that,” he teases breathlessly. “Then show me how you come on it too.”

He’s ruthless, flicking your clit as he meets your hips in the middle. It all feels too good, years of experience of each other’s bodies being used all too well.

“Aki, I’m close.” He clutches your neck, aiding the intensity of your finish. You pussy squeezing him so tight he comes in an instant. Whimpering out

your name as he fills you with his come.

“Oh my fuck.” You collapse against his chest and he holds you tight, immediately.

As the minutes depart, your breaths slow in unison, holding each other in the now stark silence of the dark, his hand finds yours.

Your heartbeat’s sync.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “Forgive me.”

MrsAckermanX 2022 © do not repost or translate my work.

#aki hayakawa #aki x reader #csm fanfic #minors do not interact

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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The Atsumu - pregnant reader fic was so sad but also sweet **cry**

Can you do Suna x pregnant reader also a bit angst but with a good end for both of them?

Maybe he jokes about reader because she gains weight and she tells him it's because she's pregnant?

TY!

Aaah I'm glad you liked it! 🥺 And sure let's do that. I think it's only a bit angst... But more the fear because of the readers weight because of the pregnancy. Anyway, I hope you like it. 😇💚

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Pregnancy confession going wrong

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader

Genre: a bit angst, fluff

Warning: mention of gaining weight (due to the pregnancy), mention of body shaming, I guess?

Words: 3.067

“Do ya really think this trend is a good idea? Don’t you think that goes too far?” Osamu asks his friend when Suna shows him a new TikTok video. A rather toxic trend and not funny in Osamu’s eyes. But you probably have to go through some trends and pranks, which Suna then uploads on his TikTok account anyway. You don’t seem to mind these short clips from time to time.

Osamu had only once seen you a little angry at a trend where Suna had pretended to be flirting with another woman on the phone, and then hung up quickly when he noticed you were coming back into the room. Too bad you had his phone in your hand faster than he could hang up. You couldn’t hear anyone on the other line than Atsumu, who had changed his voice to a higher one. At that time, you were angry with Suna because you never liked such cheating trends and had told him from the beginning that you did not want to get pranked with these topics. This trend will probably not be different, but Suna is old enough… To stop him is not Osamu’s job, even if he is still skeptical about all this.

“I’m just gonna tease her a little and then clarify everything. There’s nothing wrong with it. I mean, have you looked at the reactions of all the girls? There are some hilarious ones. I think hers will be funny too, but not as exaggerated as the reactions of all the women on the Internet. I mean, she knows that she has a great figure. Maybe she’ll see right through it.” Says Suna, as he takes his cell phone out of Osamu’s hands and looks through the apartment, to find a spot where he can best place the cell phone so that he can film you, without you noticing anything.

Carefully he places it on your wall shelf, pushes the flower vase filled with fresh flowers slightly in front of it so that the mobile phone is mostly covered, and presses the recording button, knowing exactly that you should come every minute, because you just wanted to get the mail out of the mailbox.

“Yeah, well, there were some funny girls… But also many where the women have reacted heavily. Don’t ya worry about her getting sad?” Leaning against the wall, Osamu watches his friend, who’s standing in every corner of the room, to see if the camera is really not visible from any point.

“Nah, as I said, I rather think that she will get upset for a few seconds, will have this sweet pout on her face and then punch me with the sofa cushion and start laughing when I tell her it was all just a prank. Or she sees right through it. So, don’t worry-”

“Today there was no post in the mailbox, only once again advertising.” You call from the hallway into the apartment, hang up your jacket as Suna presses his index finger to his lips. Osamu just nods, has understood that from now on he should probably say nothing. Why is he here again? He wanted to be back home after your cinema visit. Osamu definitely does not want to be drawn into this prank, because it is mean and tactless in his eyes. He hopes so much that you take all this easy and just laugh about it.

With a big smile, you come into the living room, see the two men as they make themselves comfortable on the couch, and sit down in the armchair next to them.

“The movie was really not bad, or what do you think?” You say something out of breath, as if you ran the way from the cinema to home. Just as Osamu wants to answer you, Suna cuts off his words, puts his hand on your thigh with a loving smile, before he caresses it and looks into your eyes.

“Hey babe, can you get Osamu something to drink? A glass of water would be good.” Actually, he could get up himself, but for his plan he has to work ahead and hope that you react exactly as he imagines it.

You still breathe faster than usual when you look at the door into the kitchen, then back to Suna. “Yeah, I’ll do that in a second. Just let me rest, okay? I just need a break.”

Jackpot. You couldn’t have given him a better answer for his plan. Almost as if you both had scripted the conversation. Suna has to resist a smug grin when he gives a fake sigh and lets himself fall back onto the sofa.

“Is that your excuse for everything lately? I just need a break? And then you wait until I do it?”

Confused, you look at him. His loving look is blown away. Only two narrow slits look at you, almost pierce you. Osamu also looks at Suna in awe. It almost seems as if he wants to say something, but does not know exactly what.

“What exactly do you mean, Rin?” You ask him with a strange feeling in your stomach. Something seems different from usual.

“Well, lately you always come to me with the, I just need to rest for a moment, excuse then you forget it and I do it myself. You got kind of lazy... I think, so please don’t get me wrong, but it also looks like you might do something more for your body…”

Now that he said it, it doesn’t sound quite as funny as in the videos. Actually, it sounds really mean. Maybe he should clarify it directly and not wait until you show your reaction. Inconspicuously, he glances over to his mobile phone before he looks again into your big glassy eyes. Okay, it was really stupid of him.

“Hey babe w-”

“No, no Rintarou, I get it. I gained weight and I’m lazy lately. Fine, but you know, I really don’t want to talk to you now. So if you’ll excuse me.”

Even before your tears can fall down your cheeks on your lap, you stand up, turn around and run into the bathroom. Yes, okay, you’ve been out of breath more and more recently, have also gained some weight, but that had a very specific reason. But the way Suna just looked at you, derogatory, as if you’re no longer enough for him, as if you’ve become too fat for him and should change that quickly, that has hurt you so much. And then he says something that is tactless in front of Osamu. This is just embarrassing. You’re so uncomfortable with this. The way Suna looked at you... You don’t dare tell him why you put on weight. You are too afraid that he will only look at you disgusted when you will soon gain even more weight. Sniffing, you reach for the toilet paper, wipe away your tears, hear the two men in the living room no more, as you sit on the floor in front of the locked door, legs pulled to your chest.

“Ah damn it.” Suna curses, who got up and breaks up the video on his camera.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” Osamu instructs him, gets up and walks towards the bathroom door, followed by Suna.

“Yeah, I noticed that when I said it… Hey, doll, please open the door. That was just a -” When Suna knocks on the door, your loud words quickly interrupted him.

“Rintarou, go away! I - Leave me alone! Go! Get out of here!” Repeating yourself, you don’t give him the chance to say another word until it’s quiet. You can’t hear your boyfriend’s voice from the other side.

Suna has stepped away from the door, or rather, Osamu had pushed him away from it, whispering to him he should now be quiet and not talk, when Osamu clears his throat loudly before knocking on the door and pronouncing your name.

“Osamu? What do you want?” Your voice is much calmer, yet sad and different from usual.

“Are you all right? So, well, I mean, Suna’s words really have hurt ya. I thought -”

“Is Rintarou still here?” You interrupt him softly.

Both men look at each other, as Suna shakes his head, wants to tell Osamu that he should lie, tell you that Suna went out of the apartment. He doesn’t have a clear conscience about lying to you, but you probably won’t get out otherwise. Don’t give him the chance to clear up this stupid misunderstanding.

“No, he left the apartment when ya told him to go out. He wanted to get some fresh air… do you wanna talk? What’s wrong?”

You had just spoken to him, but now you are silent. Was his answer too unconvincing? You probably didn’t buy it from him that Suna left. What should he do to make you talk, he asks himself when he hears your voice again. Hesitant and somehow anxious.

“He’s really not there anymore?”

“No, he’s gone now.”

“Can you promise me to keep what I tell you for yourself?” Again, the two men look at each other. This time Suna has no calm, indifferent expression in his eyes. He seems tense, almost as if he is worried that you want to tell Osamu that something about your relationship is no longer working. Maybe he’s gone too far with all the videos lately. What if you want to break up with him?

“Yeah, I promise you.”

“I, I have not become lazy and fat. That, well, that has other reasons why I’m like that right now.”

“That’s.. You’re not lazy and fat. But if you think something is wrong with yer body…would you like to tell what’s wrong?” He answers you tensely, just as tense as Suna, who stands next to the door, listens to your voice and becomes restless. His chest feels heavy, weird, and somehow he’s sick. He really went to fare with it. But why do you believe his words when they clearly were nonsense?

“Promise me, will you?”

“Yeah, as I said, I promise I won’t tell him.”

“I… I’m pregnant. The gynecologist confirmed my pregnancy two weeks ago… I just don’t know how to tell Rin.”

These were some huge news. Osamu can’t believe what you just said. His gaze wanders to his friend, who looks with big eyes, open mouth at the door, where your voice came out. Osamu know’s it’s a matter of time when Suna will get a little freak-out. It would just be normal to be happy, sad or whatever.

“Babe, open the door.” Suddenly, Suna’s voice sounds through the locked door. He jumped away from the wall, pushed Osamu from the door and now stands in front of it, his hand on the doorknob, the head on the cold wood. His heart beats incredibly fast and if you don’t open the door right away, he’s sure he’ll kick it open.

“Rintarou? I thought you were-”

“Please open the door!” He repeats emphatically, wants you to finally open the door. You’re pregnant? There’s his, your baby in your belly? Why didn’t you tell him before when you’ve known for two weeks? So many questions go through his head, while he still stands in front of a closed door.

“Go…”

“No, please open the door. What I said was a dumb, terrible, a really stupid prank I saw on TikTok. I didn’t mean that. So please open the door. What do you mean, you’re pregnant?”

You hear the fear in Suna’s voice on the other side of the door. Is he afraid you’re serious about the pregnancy? Or did he just notice that he hurt you with his words? And what kind of TikTok trend is he talking about now? Even if that was a trend, he really thought that’s funny?

“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll kick it in. Please talk to me…”

Still, you are swallowed in your thoughts, have placed your chin between your knees when you feel the door vibrating on your back. Only now do you realize that Suna is pushing all his weight against the door again and again. You hear Osamu how he tries to stop Suna in vain. Slightly shaky on your legs you move away from the door, tell Suna that he should stop and that you will open it.

As soon as you have spoken your words, the door stops shaking. Suna hears the key turn inside the lock, as the door opens a gap wide before your reddened eyes look up at him. Carefully, and slowly, in order not to accidentally injure you, he shifts the door open before stepping into the bathroom and pulling you away from it to take you in his arms.

“Sorry about what I said earlier. That was stupid.” He states, put his head on your shoulder and caress your back. With his warm hug, you feel more comfortable. You know that his apology was serious, because actually Suna rarely apologizes. Only if he did something wrong.

“So is it not true that you find me too fat, too lazy?” You ask to play it safe, even if you already know the answer. Sighing, Suna raises his head, loosens your embrace so that his hands only touch your arms, move up to your shoulders and neck, come to a halt on your cheeks and pull your face slightly up so you look at him. Barely visible, he smiles at you, wanders with his eyes from yours to your nose, before he gives you a kiss and shakes his head.

“No, no, you’re perfect. My sexy doll. You are beautiful, and really not lazy. Like I said, that was really such a stupid prank.”

Relief is visible in your gaze. Now that Suna has spoken the words, you feel safe. At least for a brief moment, a smile spreads over your lips. For a moment, you forget that you told him a few minutes ago that you were pregnant. Or rather Osamu, who had lied to you when he said Suna was no longer in the apartment.

“And now to you… Is that true? Are you really pregnant?” Suna’s voice is unlike before calm, deep and clear in your ears as his fingertips leave your skin, gently lie down on your stomach. He doesn’t feel a bump yet, so if you’re pregnant you can’t be pregnant for too long. Also, he doesn’t think you lied to him. You two have sex a lot. You use a diaphragm as contraceptive, because you didn’t want to take contraceptives that could affect your hormones, which Suna thinks is better too. Of the other contraceptives, this was the most pleasant for you. Although it’s not the safest, you both knew that. But you’re old enough, were of the opinion that if you were to get pregnant, you both could handle it. You have a big apartment, been together for a long time and both have well-paid jobs. And lately, everything is going so well between you two.

He had already played a few times with the thought of what it would be like if, in this togetherness that you have, there’s suddenly a third little person. He could really imagine what you would look like, with a little baby in your arms, reading your child a bedtime story while he would watch you both from the bedroom door. But he would never be the one who really addressed the topic of children. After all, you have to spend nine months running around with a baby in your stomach, giving birth to it, and so much more. If anyone should decide when to plan, it’s you.

“Yeah, the doctor said two weeks ago that I was three weeks pregnant. So now, at the fifth week of pregnancy.” You murmur softly, put your hands on Sunas, which still cling to your stomach, and look up at him again. His eyes are fixed on your stomach, on your hands, which lie down protectively in front of the still unborn baby.

“Are you angry? You know, about the pregnancy.” You ask carefully, look at his gaze as he almost sadly smiles at your question, shakes his head and reaches for your hands. With a slight jerk, he pulls you towards him, takes you back in his arms before he answers quietly.

“No, no. How could I be mad? That is good news. That’s… I’m really so happy.” His joyful voice warms your heart. How gently he touches you for fear of hurting you or the baby makes you melt away. All these short sweet kisses that he gives you over and over again on the lips, while he tells you that he is happy about this news, make you overjoyed. All the fear, worry that he might say he’s not ready for a child yet is blown away. Because, to be honest, you didn’t expect him to be so happy. Yet it almost sounds as if he has been thinking about children for a long time.

“We can do this, doll. I’m proud of you. And I’m gonna find every pound you weigh more, kiss it and tell it that each pound is sexy on you, too. Because you’re my hot chick, right?”

He says and looks at you with his crooked smile, a smile that others would call arrogant, but you know exactly that he means it lovingly. You can’t help but giggle, punch him in the chest before you put your head on the spot where your fists were before.

“You’re an idiot Rin…” You laugh, listen to his quiet “Still your idiot” as two more arms suddenly lie around you and Suna.

Both of you look to the side irritated, see a stupidly grinning Osamu who has joined your hug.

“Look at this, my best buddy and his cute little mouse are having a baby and I even knew it before the father got the news. That’s a thing. Congrats you two TikTok-junkies.”

“Idiot, I was standing next to you when she said it, so I know it just as long as you did.”

“Ehhh nah, I was closer to the door.”

“You’re insane.”

They both quarrel and you can't but laugh about the situation in front of you. A beautiful, loud laugh that silences the boys for a second, before the two smile crookedly and join your laughter.

#haikyuu x #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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madstwd · 2 years

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Just Keep Her Safe

Rick Grimes x Dixon!Reader

Words: 1.4k

Season: 4

Warnings: Fluff, light angst, The claimers

request: @rachelcarroll1819 "I dont if you could but could you do one where the reader is the younger sister of daryl and Merle Dixon and is in a relationship with rick grimes?"

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Your knees were damping as you knelt in the dirt weeding the crops, a hobby of gardening coming in handy now the prison had started to grow their own. The spring sun blistered your skin, your sweat making a poor attempt to cool it, across from you, your leader. One that doesn't have the official title but will always, the man himself that sacrificed a lot to make sure everyone in your group was always okay. “Often forget how many weeds grow” you chuckled at the man. Rick swiped his brow looking towards you as he also knelt in the ground. “Seems like they never stop,” he replied. You heard him grunt, stretching out his back muscles. “Who knew, sheriff turned farmer at the end of the world”

“Well you are good company too if that accounts for anything”

“Hey, I was in good company before!” he chuckled, acting offended. You laughed at his reaction watching as his features crinkled up as he smiled brightly at you, a smile he thought would never return since the loss of his friend and late wife. “Well for a dixon your better than your brothers”

“Aint a competition sheriff”

Since joining the group you have spent most of your time hanging out with others, often drawing away from your brothers. A breath of fresh company instead of following them around like you spent most of your days before the outbreak. “Where are they?” Rick questioned. “Hunting” you replied bluntly shrugging your shoulders, before continuing with your work. Rick slowly nodded, “didn't want to join them?”

“Like I said grimes, good company” you said. Rick sparred one last glance at you before returning to his own work. A comfortable silence fell over the both of you, Rick's music muffled but softly playing through the headphones you had both found. Despite the sun, it was a pleasant afternoon.

As the day passed you noticed Rick spared more glances at you, more than normal. “Have I got something on my face, grimes?” you laughed, watching at his head shot up with blush growing on his cheeks. “Excuse me?” he stuttered, hand brushing his damp curls out of his face. “You keep staring at me” you smirked, his face growing redder by the second. “I-i don't mean to, i just think you're rather beautiful today” he said, his face creasing up as he cringed at himself. A light chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, the action clearly not helping the man's nerves. “Why thank you” you said, giving him a bright smile. Rick nodded, glancing back to the new patch of weeds he was attacking rather violently with the fork. You stood up, wiping the mud on your hands before slowly walking over the patches to him. He looked up at you when you blocked the sun from his eyes, his blue eyes darker but still somehow shining brightly at you. You knelt down in front of him cupping his face gently. Rick smiled, his cheek pushing further into your hand. “I-i like you Y/n, I just feels too soon - since lor-”

“Shh we dont have to rush, but I'm here.” you smiled, interrupting his train of thought. “I'm not replacing her, I won't fill the void she left in your heart. But I can help you heal from it, you're not alone.” A tear slid down his cheek, your fingers wiping it away. Rick looked down at the ground, your knees touching. He nodded, bringing his gaze back to your face that held a gentle smile. His fingers touching your cheek, moving to put a piece of hair behind your ear. He bought your face closer to his, his lips gently pressing against your own. His kiss was gentle, loving like he was pouring himself into you, showing you his amount of love and adoration he had for you. The rumble of a bike made you both quickly pull apart. Watching as your brothers returned from their trip.

You caught Daryl’s eyes as he drove past, silently cursing that you had gotten spotted by one of them. “Rick, I’m serious, we can take this slow” you smiled at him, his attention being brought back to you. He nodded, a smile slowly working its way onto his face again. “Time is precious, even more than before. We shouldnt waste it” he said, his lips placing on yours again. You pressed your lips against his more, smiling into the kiss. When you pulled away you glanced behind him, towards the prison. You heart thumping as you noticed your brothers stood there, watching you both. “I'll go talk to them” you laughed nervously. Standing up to walk towards them. Their gaze is heavy on you.

“Hey, how was the trip?” you said, smiling, trying to calm your nerves. “Getting with the sheriff eh” Merle said, chuckling loudly. His face plastered with his shit eating grin. “Straight to the point then” you sighed, looking at the two of them. Daryl stood silently watching you, waiting for an explanation. You sighed, ignoring Merle's teasing smile, focusing on the younger of the two men. “It just happened, it's fine honestly.” you smiled at him, your voice not helping you as you failed to reassure them. Merle laughed loudly at the exchange. “I don't care, as long as you get dicked well and are safe” you cringed at the older one. Smacking him away from the conversation. Merle took the hint, not caring at all, you could hear his chuckles as he walked back to the bike. Daryl nodded at you with a small smile placed on his face. Daryl always protected you from the horrors of your childhood, from the torment and situations Merle often put the both of you in. hoping that you wouldnt turn out like the both of them. “Ya good just, don't go kissin’ in front of me” he grumbled, his arm slinging over your shoulders as he led you back to the common area.

The fall of the prison happened too fast, your relationship with Rick was something hidden but slowly blooming, your fear never truly seeing how it would have ended. You wandered the woods alone, Merle's blood still on your hands as you tried to stop the bleeding of a gunshot wound. Daryl wondered in front of you his body protecting you from the group of men you were following not far ahead. His own mind was lost in losing Beth and his own brother. A relief he had found you. “Do you think others made it?” you whispered, your eyes still on your hands. Daryl looked over his shoulder, watching his sister cower into themselves. “Ya, and rick. Nothin’ can bring him down” he grumbled, his hand squeezing your arm firmly. “We'll leave folk tonight, and find em’,” he added. You nodded, grabbing his hand giving it a soft squeeze.

The gravel scratched your skin as you were pushed to the ground, hearing Carl thud off to the side. The man above laughed, his breath tickling your neck making you want to curl away. “It's alright, i'll have you instead princess” he laughed, his hands fiddling under you trying to undo your worn jeans. “Get off her” , Rick demanded, his voice low as his eyes stared at the scene ahead of him, Carl beside you terrified. Daryl’s grunts and moans loud in your ear as he takes every punch. Rick threw his head back, allowing a brief moment as everything stopped before Rick was grabbed again. The man is still chuckling in your ear. “Carl - look away please” you whimpered as you drew your attention back to the young boy. Carl sat frozen unsure on what to do. A loud scream stopped everything again, the sound of blood rushing filled your ears. Everyone kicked into action, you squirm underneath the man, his weight still pinning you tightly. “He's mine” Rick spoke, his voice laced with anger. The man above you let you go, scrambling away from Grimes as he stalked over to him. Michonne ran to Carl, holding him tightly as he watched his father brutally beat the man. You scrambled away, watching the scene yourself.

Daryl and Rick had cleared the bodies, offering you to stay in the car with Michonne and Carl as they did it. You refused instead watched them chuck the bodies down the road. Now you sat in between the two men, your body tucked into Rick's side. As he held you close. “You’re my brother daryl” you heard him mumble, his chest vibrating as he spoke. “Just keep her safe, ya good for her” Daryl confessed. “She's lost a lot already”

“She’ll always be safe with me brother, you don't have to worry” he said, his arm wrapping around your waist keeping you tight against him.

#rick grimes imagine #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes drabble #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes x you

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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So, I’m not sure if you’re taking emergency requests or not but I could really use something. I’m not sure if you know but parts of northeast Florida are basically underwater.

I’m visiting from college and I’ve been trapped at the Fort Lauderdale airport for a day and a half, soon to be two. My parents are trapped in their home (they live in an apartment but their garage is completely flooded) and can’t get to me, so I have to hold until the water levels here and there go down enough for me to get home.

I’m tried, cold, haven’t showered in almost two days, sleeping in shifts between rock hard seats and the floor to charge my phone and avoiding downstairs like the plague because that’s also flooded, I’m stuck with other people, my period tracker says in due to start any day now, and I want my moms home cooked meal. I have the feeling I’m gonna bawl my eyes out the second I’m out of this god forsaken airport.

Could you do a headcanon on how TFP Optimus, Megatron, and Ratchet would react to their human daughter being trapped in an airport for two days due to horrible weather and finally seeing her when it’s clear?

(Oh wow, anon, I didn't know about the storms flooding Florida. I had to look up news for it. And yikes, it still isn't over yet. That's a severely rough time, especially at a stopping point. Here we go with a different style: )

Optimus would immediately be in the vicinity when the weather subsides enough for him to safely transport you. Nature on Earth, he finds, is beautiful, but also devastating, especially on small beings without innate protection. Before you see his alt-mode, it's worn-looking, yet relieved "Leo Cullen" that greets your eyes. He takes extra care with his holomatter, so when he hugs you for a long moment, it's warm and solid. You feel the leather and flannel, the scratch of his facial hair, and roughened fingers. There's the underlying smell of sun and storm, and it feels like home.

The sleeper cab would be ready because, between the size of his alt-mode and root-mode, it's easy to transport a mattress in his subspace. Freshly laundered with your favorite road-trip snacks. The road back is long with pit and truck stops to stretch your legs, eat meals, showers, and look at the scenery, but that's because these trips are the only time between you and him and no one else, barring an emergency.

There's nostalgia over the radio, cassettes, and CDs. Podcasts of shared interests and audial books he listens on his spare time. He sings a little off-key to get you to smile and "Leo" smiles right back. He names the constellations visible in the sky and talks about the ones back on Cybertron; his voice lulling you to sleep as he steps through the mythology of Thirteen and their legendary battle against Unicron in the sky.

The one that fusses the most is Ratchet. His time at the base is a mix of complaints on such a chaotic nightmare of a planet and hyperfocus on things that need his attention. Otherwise, he'll drive himself up the walls with the continuous onslaught of new reports and in-and-out communication from you. (He wonders if he can simply take over your post-secondary education. Ratchet has mentored factory fresh new-builds, and he can learn his lesson from the science projects to take account of the planet's educational framework.)

You're stressed, so it makes him stressed because all he wants to do is bundle you up, keep you tucked away on his shoulder, and yell at everything that got you to that point. He can't fight the weather, so your 'old man' of a father picks you up with faded red hair and a severe frown as he impatiently waits. "Haiden Ratcliffe" looks like he just got off a double shift in his scrubs, and it looks to you that he hasn't been sleeping well with the presence of bags under his eyes on his holomatter. But now you two are a father-daughter match in exhaustion.

Despite his appearance, he's powerful and the force of his hug takes your breath away and skews his glasses as he lifts you up. He's tutting and grumbling in his usual, grumpy way as he gets you inside his alt, so he can run passive scans and get you more comfortable because he has everything on hand. "Haiden" doesn't make frequent appearances, unless it's necessary (and the PTA and school board would like to keep it as minimum as possible), so it's a nice moment to rest on his shoulder and he runs warm as large hands run through your hair.

On the opposite spectrum, for a mech known for his eloquence, Megatron has the hardest time providing soft comfort. He intimately knows bitter ones, harsh ones, wrathful ones, and heavy-handed ones. Cordiality is one thing, but gentleness is a beast that's foreign to him. It's not even a luxury he reserves for himself.

He gnashed his denta, bleeding them, opening a few scars on his face, and his fists clenched until the muscle-cabling and joints strained as he monitored atmospheric reports and potential damage. It isn't an enemy he can turn his fists and fusion cannon on, his rage cannot cow a storm or defeat tornados. Strength is what he knows and what he has, and he loathes how it fails him in this instance, even as he demolishes the training forces and simulations.

Nor can he hide easily. Even if he takes on a more appropriate Earth alt-mode, there's no way he can simply fly his way through the airport, especially if he wants to keep your presence beneath everyone's sensors. (Even if he stares at the blueprints of the infrastructure to casually find spots that could reasonably cover a ground bridge to get you immediately back on the warship. It's child's play for Soundwave to down the security systems and continuous storms could mask the power output, right?) He sends Breakdown to get you for the mech's thick armature and his ease with softer manners.

Megatron's care is more subtle, in some ways distant, because he struggles on presenting a kinder face. Your alarms are shut off as you're excused from practices. The showers are well-stocked with quality spa accessories and treatments. He says nothing when your pet drone slinks its way into bed and curls around you.

Food is a language he can understand and compromise on. Fuel was important, something close to sacred, to those deep in the mines and shackled in the Pits. Compared to what he's used to, the cuisine on Earth is nauseatingly overwhelming: diets and lifestyles and so many little, yet important factors that contribute to your health and wellness. What is edible and non-edible is not a hard line; it's a shore where it depends on the preparation and methods and cultivation. It's nothing at all like harvesting Energon crystals. And he vaguely wonders how humanity hasn't killed itself in its infancy between intentional poisonings of rotted or fermented food and accidental death by a simple mistake when foraging.

You can't drink directly from his lines, so he takes it upon himself to provide in another way and he tackles the culinary arts as a challenge to overcome. And, to him, it's a satisfying one.

Megatron cooks meals and balances your nutrition. Styles of all kinds and the world in his grasp. When you return, he makes your favorites, the things that comfort you the most as you and he sit down to fuel together. Your expression is all he needs to be pleased as he savors the warm purr of satisfied sire-coding.

#ask #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #optimus prime #optimus #ratchet #megatron #reader insert #parental relationship #domestic #maccadam #my writing #cybertronian culture #love language #implied violence #damn get ready for Iron Chef Megatron #anon i hope this gives a little comfort and your airport shelter stay is over soon

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Take You Away {2} || Bucky

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Just when you thought life was meant to get better you find yourself isolated and feeling alone once again with one final haunt from your abusive ex. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, angst, domestic violence survivor, read the trigger warnings in the tags, mentions of pregnancy, allusion to abortion. WC: 2.6k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one

There’s something cathartic about watching a leaky faucet drip. There’s the slow build of the droplet that desperately clings to the brass pipe, gravity trying it’s damnedest to wretch it away. Then it breaks free, the molecules bound to form a spectacular sphere of crystalline clarity only to end in an almost silent splat. Repeat.

Had it been hours or days that passed? Maybe if you knew how long each droplet cycle took you could have counted time that way. As it was, you sat with your back to the bathroom door, watching the next droplet form and fall, waiting for some sign from the universe. Another hundred drops passed and still there was nothing, and you were no closer to knowing what to do.

Your joints clicked as you pulled yourself up and your muscles strained against the movement from sitting on the cold tiles for so long. Your fingers had just wrapped around the door handle when you heard a knock at your apartment door and you debated not answering until you heard Bucky’s soft voice on the other side. Trying your best to ignore the messy bed and clothes on the floor, you made your way to the door and slid open the deadbolt before unlocking the second lock you had added.

Bucky’s smile dimmed as soon as the door was wide enough to see more than just a slither through the gap, another hit to your already fragile mindset. “Can I come in?”

You stepped back and let the door swing open, his eyes taking in everything from the drawn curtains to the broken lampshade beside your bed. You knew it wasn’t pretty and the air was probably stale from spending the weekend shut up but if you spent too long thinking about it you would probably only feel worse.

“I wanted to come by sooner but someone decided to rob a bank with an alien gun.” Bucky muttered before frowning even more at the unopened bottle of vodka beside your lamp. “When did you last eat, doll?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you weren’t even sure what day it was. “I’m not hungry.”

Your voice was feeble and you winced as it sounded nothing like you, so you looked away from him in shame. Concern filled Bucky and he stepped closer, your dazed mind only picking up the large silhouette closing in on you and you scrambled back, legs hitting the bed and sending you crashing to the floor. Common sense told you it was Bucky and he wouldn’t hurt you but Justin was plaguing your thoughts every waking moment and it left you on edge.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me sweetheart.” Bucky soothed as he dropped to his knees, knowing that towering over you would only make things worse. “Take a deep breath for me, I’m going to slowly come closer alright.”

He spoke as if you were teetering on the edge of a cliff, scared he would startle you into falling, and he really wasn’t wrong. You thought that after Bucky took you to the bank, set up accounts in your name, got you a new phone and carried your bags as you purchased new belongings for a fresh start at life on the compound, things would be better. They certainly had been at first when you were rooming with Bucky but then Pepper had organised on the floor above, that’s when the nightmares began.

You were sure if you mentioned it he would help you, even if it put himself out, but you didn’t want to be a burden on him. He had already done so much for you that you felt it was unfair to ask anything more from him. After everything you had survived, you figured you could make it through this too, whether you wanted to or not. Your eyes flicked to the bottle of vodka, the strong liquor’s presence weighing on your conscience as you still debated opening it and finishing it in one sitting.

“-therapist, Dr Raynor.”

Your eyes shot back to Bucky and you realised he had been talking but you had been trapped in a world of your own, feeling like a terrible person for not paying attention. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I think you should talk to Dr Raynor, she might be able to help.” He said quietly as he inched closer and took a seat on the floor in front of you.

“I don't need a shrink.” You snapped, instantly feeling guilty at how harsh it sounded when you knew he was just trying to help. “Shit, sorry, I just…I’m fine, I don’t think talking about what happened is going to do anything then reopen the wound.”

He didn’t even react to the acidity in your tone, shrugging it off as he got comfortable. “It might not be my place to say it but, I don’t think it even stopped bleeding.”

You sat there in silence, the only sound coming from the clock that hung slightly off centre on the wall - another casualty of your instability and the pillow you threw at it. You were sure he was giving up on you when he slowly stood up and cracked his stiff back, and you wouldn’t have blamed him, but then he held his hand out.

“Your stomach’s been rumbling for the last hour.” He said as he wiggled his fingers. “Let’s go get some dinner.”

You suddenly felt the hunger pains cramping your gut and let him pull you up from the floor, a frown etching into his forehead as he found you noticeably lighter. He knew he had been busy in the last month but he swore he would try to slow down and check in with you more often. You had seemed to be doing fine but he knew better than anyone that healing came in waves and there were always crashes along the way, he just had to be there to support you.

“How about sushi?” Bucky offered as he hit the button for the elevator to the garage.

You clutched your stomach as it rumbled once again and you shook your head. “Something else, please.”

You sat across from Bucky at the roadside diner not far from the compound. Despite being starving, you stirred the unappetising food around your plate and picked at the bun of your burger. Bucky had finished his burger and fries in record time, stopping only long enough to remind you that he preferred your cooking but this was a close second. You had tried to smile but the muscles ached as you forced your lips to curl and probably looked like you were just baring your teeth at him.

“Ok, talk to me.” Bucky sighed as he wiped his mouth on the napkin and tossed it on his empty plate. “Did something happen while I was away?”

You flinched at the reminder, fresh tears stinging your eyes and you wondered how it was even possible to still produce the little traitors as they slipped over your lashes.

“If someone said something to upset you, I have no problem sorting them out.” Bucky promised as he reached over the table but you pulled your hands down onto your lap as you shook your head.

“Everyone has been so nice to me, Buck.” You whispered through your constricting throat. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t say that…” He soothed as he pulled his wallet out and tried to pay but you grabbed some cash from your pocket and placed it down as he tried to argue. “It’s my shout, I asked you out.”

“I have to pay.” You said as your heart began to beat outside your body and your vision began to dim. “I have to.”

Bucky could probably hear your heart the way his eyes widened and he nodded as he took his money back, the panic attack slowly beginning to ease as you felt back in control. You never expected to get panic attacks over wanting to pay for things but Justin had controlled your finances for so long that the idea of not being able to pay left you choking for air. You pushed back from the table abruptly and out of the diner where the icy night air shocked your lungs back to life.

“When did the panic attacks start?” Bucky asked as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shivering shoulders.

“A few days ago.” You admitted as you watched the stars come back into clarity. “Do you think we could go for a drive?”

Bucky nodded and opened your door before jumping in the driver's seat and heading north with no destination in mind. You rested your forehead to the cool glass of your window, the headlights distorting the trees lining the road and sending them past dizzyingly fast. It was just what you needed to numb your mind as you confessed what was slowly killing you inside.

“I’m pregnant.”

You couldn’t even hear your own voice, it was that quiet, but Bucky did.

An orange glow flickered out your window and you realised it was the indicator as Bucky pulled into an empty truck stop, a heavy silence filling the car as he put it in neutral and pulled the handbrake a little too hard.

“Just when I think I can move on from him, I…” You sobbed at the thought of raising a child with his features, a bout of nausea rolling through you. “When does this nightmare end?”

“Shhhh, it’ll all be alright.” Bucky soothed as he pulled you carefully across the centre console and into his arms, rocking you gently as you cried into his shoulder. “Whatever you decide, I’ll be right there, by your side. I know the compound isn’t the best place to raise a-”

You gasped, the familiar panic setting in as you thought about having the baby. “I, I, I don’t, I couldn’t, Bucky.”

Your rapid breaths left your head spinning and you couldn’t formulate the sentence you had said in your head a million times since you saw the positive pregnancy test, the words you feared to utter aloud for the condemnation that would surely come. Somehow, Bucky knew, he always knew - even when you couldn’t say it, he knew what you were trying to tell him.

“Breathe, doll, just breathe.” He said before taking deep breaths and counting them for you to follow. “There you go. Like I said, whatever you decide, I’m with you till the end of the line.”

You looked at your fingers, picking nervously at your nails as your chest shuddered from your shaky breaths. “You won’t think I’m a monster?”

Bucky reeled back as if he had been slapped before he shook his head. “What happened to you was monstrous and I wish I could have saved you from that but putting yourself first doesn’t make you a monster. I used to think I was a monster for what I did as the Winter Soldier, but I finally came to realise that the real monsters were the ones who took my control away, the ones who forced me to do those acts.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead and fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt a piece of the suffocating pressure lift off your chest. “I can’t sleep, Bucky, I can’t eat. I can’t live like this.”

“You don’t have to.” He promised as he rested his cheek on your head. “It’s gonna take time but things will get better, I promise.”

“That’s a pretty big promise.” You murmured as you yawned and felt the exhaustion of the last few days heavy in your bones, but Bucky always seemed to calm your soul enough to rest.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle and he started the car, letting you stay curled against him as he drove slowly home with you on his lap. “Trust me, I can handle it.”

Picket signs and shouting assaulted your senses as you stepped off the curb and you immediately shrank back in fear. It was only Bucky’s hand that stopped you from running in the opposite direction and he gave it a gentle squeeze as the attention turned away from the couple ahead to you.

“I’m not gonna let them near you, doll.”

A figure landed at your side and you jumped closer to Bucky before realising it was Falcon flying in, his eyes pinning the crowd with a clear warning. You turned wide eyed to Bucky but he just winked. You had heard the rumours whispered around the compound, particularly from the gossiping kitchen staff, and you knew the visit wouldn’t be secret but you hadn’t expected anyone else to come and support you. You shouldn’t have been surprised though, Sam and the others were your friends and had been constantly checking in on you since you moved in.

“Is this what the Avengers stand for?” Someone shouted from the crowd. “Killing innocent babies!”

A flying disc flew through the signs that were held high, snapping the poles that held them high before rebounding off a power pole and returning to Steve who had just arrived with the rest of the Avengers. Tears burned your eyes as they stepped between you and the crowd, protecting you from the insults and items they threw.

“No.” Steve’s voice boomed over them all. “We are here because we have always stood for freedom of choice. I stood against the Accords because they wanted to take control of a group of people and their actions - exactly what I see happening again here today.”

“She should have chosen to keep her legs closed!” A man with a bible clutched to his chest shouted.

A chorus of agreements crescendoed and your legs threatened to buckle beneath you as Bucky stepped forward and pulled you behind him.

“You don’t know a fucking thing about her. You don’t know what it’s like to have your control taken away, to be forced to do something horrific.” Bucky growled quietly as his metal hand groaned under the force of his clenched fist. “And until you go through that and still think you can try force a woman to carry and birth a baby, then just do us all a favour and shut the fuck up. Now get the fuck out of my way before I break rule number two.”

“Black Widow! How can you stand beside her when you can’t even have children?”

Natasha scanned the crowd and found the question came from a young mother holding an infant in her arms. “My choice to have children was ripped away from me. I am here to make sure no other woman loses their right to choose what happens to their body.”

“The Founding Fathers-”

“I’mma stop you right there.” Sam said as he flared his wings open. “You are not gonna ‘life, liberty and pursuit of happiness’ me with a quote from a man who had over 600 slaves. That shit ain’t gonna fly.”

You looked around your friends and wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks. You were still terrified of the crowd that seemed to swell with each refute but you knew you were safe behind the shield, wings and, of course, a vibranium arm. Leaning into Bucky’s side, you were never more grateful for their friendship and support as they began the march that divided the crowd and towards the dull grey building.

“You okay, doll?”

You looked up to see his concerned blue eyes and shook your head. “No, but I think I’m going to be.”

#tw: abortion #tw: pregnancy #cw: pregnancy #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes imagine #pro choice #pro women

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see-arcane · 5 months

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Writer asks

Thank you, @bluecatwriter, one of my favorite subjects to write about is me writing about things

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

39 so far

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

289,213. No wonder I have carpal tunnel

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Magnus Archives, Dracula (the novel), and one story apiece for Frankenstein (the novel) and Last Night in Soho

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Family, Found

Chamomile

Deserving

Along Came a Spider

Another Guest for Mr. Spider

(Fair warning to new folks who followed me for Dracula antics, these are all TMA stories.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to respond, but sometimes messages will fall through the cracks in the email pileup :c

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

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That implies the list is small enough to trim down to a single Angstiest title. I don't think that flies with my stuff. So, a handful:

Zephyrus

Along Came a Spider

Found and Lost

Gnaw

(Again, also TMA. It's a podcast made for woe.)

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Also surprisingly rife with those!*

*(All you naysayers hush. Just because I drag the characters screaming over broken glass to start with does NOT negate a happy ending.)

I can definitively whittle the options down to two big ones:

Death May Die is best for sheer Happily Ever After catharsis factor. It's a big old classic supernatural lit crossover and basically an AU take on The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk webcomic currently being made.

Extinction, Emerging is best for the undiluted ecstasy of the shock ending. Note, this is another The Magnus Archives fic. And it's probably the most hopeful and joyous thing I have ever or will ever write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nothing I've received personally in comments/inbox

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I can do smutty scenes and paint in erotic strokes here and there, but even then I don't think what I publish is enough to qualify strictly as smut. More horror/drama with sexual bits peppered around.

When it does sneak in, it's usually there as a flavoring to the larger story or atmosphere. In Kiss Him No More, sex is used both as a predatory act that Dracula plans to inflict out of petty vengeance and possessiveness, and a contrasting act of love and mutual care between Jonathan and Mina. When I write eroticism, I treat it like fire--only as tender or terrifying as its use.

That said, I have written notes and vignettes about some significantly raunchy goings-on, both happy and horrifying, that have never seen the light of day. Time will tell if that changes. ;)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yep! The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk was the foundation for three of my biggest and favorite fics in the The Adventures of Jonathan Harker and the Strange Old Men series, and that comic-in-progress is itself a growing medley of Victorian era classic literature characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. (But I do keep my account locked so that only Ao3 members can read--AI scrubbers can fuck off.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No clue

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

[INSERT DISTRAUGHT ENGLISHMAN NAMED JONATHAN HERE] x The Horrors

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

Not a fic, exactly, but there's a Frankenstein tale that I've been pulling apart like Penelope putting her tapestry through the shredder. So many false starts and do-overs! But I'm taking a break from it to come back fresh later

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am so good at making words. So many, many words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many words. Brevity and I are only rarely in the same room together and even then it's because I locked the door and ate the key.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I will only hesitantly add snippets of non-English language to dialogue because I'm positive I'll screw up another tongue even with translations

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Magnus Archives 👁

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Extinction, Emerging, The Adventures of Jonathan Harker and the Strange Old Men series, Along Came a Spider, (all linked above) and Molt.

Tagging

ANY AND ALL WRITERS WHO ARE READING THIS.

ALL OF YOU.

👁

#my writing #and rambling about writing

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th3dailyoverload · 3 months

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Navigating Career Exploration and Development

The journey of career exploration and development can be both exciting and daunting. From choosing a career path that aligns with your passions to climbing the corporate ladder, there are numerous challenges and opportunities that lie ahead. I recently started a new position and thought this would be something cool to blog about, let's delve in, maybe I can share a trick or two that I have learned.

Embrace Your Ambitions and Passions

As a young adult, it's crucial to embrace your ambitions and passions when embarking on your career journey. Don't be afraid to dream big and pursue goals that truly resonate with you, just don't reach too high and get greatly disappointed. Whether it's climbing the corporate ladder, starting your own business, or making a difference in your community, let your passions be your guiding light as you navigate your career path. My most practical example is how I had always told myself that I'd probably go into accounting, it was too obvious because I loved the subject, as a career but my passion for publishing and graphic design lead me to study publishing and here I am 4 years down the line working in the field, scheduling my own times and still doing further education. I wouldn't have been here if I stuck to the ambitions forced on me by my parents, follow your own aspirations and passions because at the end of the day your parents won't be there when you have to go into the office for a 09h00 to 17h00.

Seek Mentorship and Guidance

One of the most valuable assets in navigating career exploration and development is mentorship. Seek out successful individuals in your field who can offer guidance, support, and advice as you make your way into adulthood. A mentor can provide valuable insights, help you navigate challenges, and offer a fresh perspective on your career goals, and even potentially get you special opportunities that you wouldn't have any other way else. I never understood the importance of a mentor until I had one, try it out. You're bound to learn something new or if not at leats you've started networking.

Invest in Your Professional Development

Investing in your professional development is key to advancing in your career as a young adult. Take advantage of training programs, LinkedIn Learning offers a lot of free courses that also add certificates and achievements onto your LinkedIn profile, workshops, seminars, and networking events to enhance your skills, expand your knowledge, stay ahead of the curve in your industry and potentially meet future employers. Continuous learning and growth are essential for success in today's fast-paced world, what you needed to know yesterday is not what you need to know today.

Build a Strong Personal Brand

As a young adult entering the workforce, building a strong personal brand can set you apart from the competition and boost your career prospects. Invest time in crafting a polished resume, optimising your LinkedIn profile, and showcasing your skills and accomplishments in a professional manner. This is the most fun part about entering the career world, you get a fresh new slate and you can decide to be perceived in any way that you wish to be, for me I went for the personal brand that I'd always seen myself as which was professional, minimalistic, tech-efficient and graphically inclined. Your personal brand is a reflection of who you are, how you want to be perceived and what you bring to the table— so make it what you want!

Network, Network, Network

Networking is a powerful tool for career exploration and development as a young adult. Make an effort to expand your professional network, connect with like-minded individuals, and build meaningful relationships that can open doors to new opportunities. This can be by simply connecting with everyone in your publishing module class on LInkedIn if you're planning to potentially go into the field professionally. Attend industry events, join professional associations, and leverage social media to network with influencers and thought leaders in your field. And more especially, DO NOT BURN ANY BRIDGES. Specifically for me, the publishing field is the size of a private company's offices and that's for the nation, meaning you probably interacted with everyone at least once in your life so you'll have to be nice and professional with everyone because you might end up working with them at some point.

Embrace Challenges and Take Risks

As you navigate the ups and downs of career exploration and development, don't be afraid to embrace challenges and take risks along the way. Stepping out of your comfort zone, trying new things, and taking calculated risks can lead to growth, learning, and new opportunities for personal and professional development. Embrace uncertainty as a chance to learn and grow stronger. In conclusion, career exploration and development as a young adult can be a transformative and empowering journey.

Rejection is not Permanent

If I had a R10 for every time I was rejected by a potential employer, I'd be able to take a solo trip to Cape Town. Job rejection can be disheartening and lead to feelings of frustration and disappointment. It's important to remember that rejection is not permanent and does not define your worth or capabilities. Instead of dwelling on the rejection, use it as an opportunity for growth and self-reflection. Take the time to assess your strengths and areas for improvement, seek feedback from the employer if possible, and use the experience to refine your job search strategies. Remember that rejection is a natural part of the job search process and that each rejection brings you one step closer to finding the right opportunity that aligns with your skills, goals and passions. Stay resilient, maintain a positive mindset, and believe in your abilities – the right job is out there waiting for you.

Remember, the sky's the limit for when entering the workforce, so dream big, work hard, and never stop striving for your career goals. Good luck on your journey ahead!

#adulting #th3dailyoverload #advice #growing up #judgement free #life advice #safe space #career exploration #career development #career advice #careeradvancement #job hunting #jobseekers #job search

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bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus · 4 months

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Winter Solstice Writing Event!

Thank you @cuckoo-on-a-string for making this event and letting me take part this year!

Okay, so I've written a small, albeit slightly confusing, short from my original work! It's quite a personal piece, I'm basically using a self-insert here lol to somehow write away my stress as a med student- as well as toying with a new character concept.

For context, the short is set after a disaster involving Cain and a group of women who have been instructed by Satan to destroy Cain. However, one of these women ended up betraying the group, allowing Cain to massacre them, as she couldn't bring herself to kill her own son (I'm sure you can guess who this woman is now lol).

Excuse the grammar mishaps and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of struggling mental health and violence.

“So, how have you been settling in?”

Ah, she had spoken the sacred words and now Nasrin had to make the difficult decision of whether it was appropriate to answer honestly, precisely measure the exact extent of honesty or just simply lie.

They sat opposite each other, like opponents in a heated game of chess. Except, instead of ornate pieces on a very posh chequered board, between Nasrin and her tutor was a desk with two steaming cups of tea and a small plate of biscuits, delicately placed in an appealing pile, calling out for the girl to grab them by the fistful and shove them down her mouth. She was actually starving, having skipped breakfast to make it to this meeting. Nasrin had banked on her internal clock waking her up in time once she switched her alarm off, except that hadn’t happened and the poor girl had woken up with only ten minutes to get out the door and to her module review.

“Good!” She smiled, crossing one leg over the other. “Yeah, good. Been settling in well.”

“That’s great to hear. I know it can be difficult and a big change. I’m assuming you came straight from secondary school, right? No gap year?”

She nodded.

“How have you been handling the workload?”

“It’s a lot but I’m coping.”

“Yeah. It’s a big jump, isn’t it?”

“Yup,” she replied, her cheeks growing tired from keeping that polite smile on her face.

Nasrin could feel something rising in her. This year had been rough. Absolutely rough. What was supposed to be a fresh start, had began with tears, trauma and madness. Her blank slate had been tainted… with the literal Mark of Cain.

The girl couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was in danger. It had finished. The Incident. And yet, Nasrin felt she was still somehow there. She had moved to a different universe, to a different part of the country, to the university of her dreams, doing a degree she had wanted to do for years, and still, she was back there.

Dried blood had made her clothes stiff. Her muscles had burned, aching, screaming for her to just give up. She had been on the ground, helpless, cut down by his men. As she looked up, through the eyeholes of her mask, a layer of sweat building on her face, Nasrin watched as he took one of the others by her hair, dragging her across the floor. The amber glow of dying fires surrounded them, along with screams. The rolling flames were reflected in her glossy eyes, adrenaline soaring through her, but doing little, apart from making her pulse pound in her ears.

He was there mere metres from her, open, no guards around him, dragging Nasrin’s comrade like she was naught but a heavy sack. He had a limp thanks to that huge gash in his thigh, a gift from Nasrin herself, when she had managed to get close enough.

Cain.

There had been a plan. A nice, simple plan. Everything had been accounted for: all possibilities apart from betrayal. The one who they had all looked up to couldn’t bring herself to do what needed to be done.

Nasrin remembered it all too well. The hole. The tear in space-time. Someone giving word to Cain and his men. The perfect window for revenge.

What should have been ‘detain and defeat’ became a fight for their lives.

Pick it up!

“What?” she had whispered.

Pick it up!

A disembodied voice growled in her head.

The sword! The sword is there! Pick it up!

Pick it up!

It demanded with heavy disdain for her. She was pathetic, writhing in her own blood, like a maggot in filth. Helpless. Weak. Beaten.

You’re supposed to be strong! You’re supposed to cope! Pick. It. Up.

She had pushed herself off the ground with all the strength she had. Then, she crawled forward, feeling around for whatever weapon that voice was hinting at. Once it was within arm’s reach, her fingers curled around the hilt and-

Now, lie.

Suddenly, Nasrin was back in the room, under flickering white ceiling light, with her tutor in front of her, staring at her with mild concern.

“Nasrin?” the woman asked, tilting her head to one side, “You alright, dear? You look a bit pallid.”

Lie.

“I’m fine. Just recovering from fresher’s flu, you know how it is,” Nasrin chuckled nervously.

“Oh of course! Always something going around. Just looking at your self-reflection, you mentioned you had anxiety, how have you been finding coping with that?”

This was probably a good opportunity to find out where the counselling services were for healthcare students, but the girl’s eyes fell on the clock on the wall behind her tutor. Was it even right to open this Pandora’s box right at the tail-end of their meeting? Drop a massive bomb on her tutor, admit she was actually not doing alright and then piss off back to her accommodation?

Lie.

He thought she should lie. The stupid, overbearing eldritch fuckwit in the back of her mind. He was one to bloody talk, being so-called all-powerful and all-knowing and yet being completely blindsided by The Incident and Cain’s subsequent rampage.

At the same time, though, a part of Nasrin that wasn’t governed by the literal Devil, also thought it best to just lie and take her leave. It was embarrassing, coming into a degree and a job that you knew damn well was stressful as all hell and having a condition which makes you struggle with stress. She was a medical student for crying out loud! How would it look if a medical student, a future doctor, was riddled with anxiety?

Furthermore, why the fuck was she doing a damn medical degree when her part-time job was being a literal acolyte of Satan?!

What was she doing here?

And how had she not broken down already?

You’re supposed to be strong.

Ah, that was it.

#winter solstice writing event #writing #orginal work #original wip #winter solstice 2023

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dizziesims · 2 years

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Helloo it's been awhile ;-;

A lot has happened in my life in the past couple of years since I deleted my original blog. I did save my username on a diff tumblr account I have, for some reason I couldn't 100% get rid of it ya know?

Anyways, I decided to make a new blog and start fresh kinda. I recently moved into my own apartment, first time living on my own, and I just had this want to play sims. I backed all my cc, sims, etc. up on mediafire like a year ago and I'm really glad I did!

I kind of just plan on posting pics and probably gameplay because I really want to play the game with my OCs. For the time being I don't plan on making cc like I used to. I no longer have any of the programs on my new pc and the thought of redownloading/re-teaching myself how to do it is exhausting lmao I deleted the blog all my cc was on because I wasn't the original creator of the website and I kindly asked who that was to delete the page. I do want to put all my old downloads in one place for everyone to access because I've seen some people bulk reupload my stuff, so this would just be easier. I think I'm going to put them on a patreon page because it's easy to use and it'll be my own little archive of my creations. (Not behind a paywall at all btw lolol)

(I may post SL here and there because it is still something I enjoy playing every once in a while. I work full time so I don't have a lot of freetime to do my hobbies like I used to but it's a creative outlet I love to useee ;)

So yeah, if you wanna follow me and my lil simmies, I'd appreciate it! I've been snooping a bit in the s3 tumblr tags and there's still a bit of a community here which is super cool! I really need more people to follow so follow mee and I'll most likely follow back at some point :D

#dizziesims #sims 3 blog #sims 3 simblr #simblr #old pic of my babes #but still a good one

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thedramanotes · 2 years

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Last week I started using tumblr again after years and it's like I'm rediscovering what fandom feels like.

So from the perspective of a writer in a fandom, here are 6 things I noticed that sets this space apart and why it feels like homecoming to me.

(Keep in mind my fandom is relatively small and that may be heavily influencing my positive experience.)

1. THE HASHTAGS ACTUALLY WORK

[Okay serious caveat: They only work when ya'll aren't using hashtags to write entire essays 😅 but just to put in searchable key phrases (though I LOVE the tag essays and more on that later).]

I think the hashtags work because the user base is small and there isn't a ton of spamming of tags happening. So when I look up something like "Seo Inguk" tumblr gives me every post actually about Seo Inguk and not 900 things that have nothing to do with the actor but where he's tagged anyway to increase the reach of the post (as happens on instagram and twitter where hashtags are a strategy not a real search tool).

2. THE USER BASE IS SMALL

This is probably the reason tag spamming is at a minimum here, searchability of content is high, and it's easy to find people who are thinking/pondering/dissecting the same things in your niche fandom as you are.

But what's notable is that tumblr kept sending me notifications about badges I won by liking other people's posts. The analytics for my own account gives me bare bones data for how the posts are performing. And it's clear that while tumblr wants me to write more, it's not interested in having me obsess over post performance or reach.

I know the site has lost something like 80% of its users in the last few years, but it seems to have improved the space. One of the major reasons I left about 4 years back was because I couldn't find much original content in a sea of passive reblogs of pretty things on my feed. At the time it felt like people didn't want to post their thoughts here any more. That definitely seems to have changed for the better.

3. TUMBLR UNDERSTANDS THAT PARTICIPATION FOSTERS CREATION

We're in the middle of a massive fan wave of feelings for dramas like Extraordinary Attorney Woo and Alchemy of Souls, so my posts were quickly found and read by other fans and I got to chat with a lot of people in just the last week.

Tumblr doesn't seem interested in pushing people to become creators (with all the obsessing over stats and influence that entails). It's far more concerned with whether I'm engaging with the content in my space.

4. THERE IS A LEVEL OF FAN EQUALITY

We all have writers and artists we love to follow (and I've found quite a few whose works make my heart bleed already) but despite some tumblr accounts having massive follows, there is a kind of equality within the fandom.

People are willing to build on each other's posts by reblogging and adding their takes and by writing essays in hashtags 😆, which creates new transformative content that's original and keeps my feed fresh.

5. THIS FEELS LIKE A SAFE SPACE

This is a big one. I haven't fully figured out why tumblr feels like a safer space to think out loud than twitter, instagram, or even my blog yet.

It may be because of the smaller user base, the demographic that uses the site, or it may be because there's no character limit to text posts and that allows people to explain their thoughts fully with as much context as possible.

It may have something to do with the reblogging format. Just having that option available makes every post feel like a whole community's work.

The problem with just the post and comment structure is that the OP's opinion is on a pedestal, while everyone else sounds out under it. But reblogs with no character limits lets people properly sound out their reservations or agreement on equal footing.

6. TUMBLR DOESN'T WANT ME TO BE AN INFLUENCER

And like I said at the start, I'm back on tumblr after years away with a completely new account, yet my posts are reaching a lot more people interested in exactly what I want to talk about than on other platforms which ask me to make their sites my second career if I want similar reach.

But, I just want to talk about kdramas and write my feelings.

So, this fits me exactly. 👌

#i think i love tumblr now #tumblr newbie #writers on tumblr #microblog #extraordinary attorney woo #alchemy of souls #kdrama fandom #kdramas

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nnmarudkar · 10 months

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A Dream I 'Oversea'...

Social media has laid a red carpet to most of your problems that web around your head. Every time I go on my social media account nowadays, I see one person leaving the country. Well done. Some or the other is settling outside giving me that FOMO. Get out without speaking. SSSHHHSSSHHH! I feel too far from this and jealous people. How does this happen? Hence I scroll down faster to ignore all this intentionally. But then that story or reel pops up. I may be jinxing it entirely for you for the good and for the worse. 😄 Well that does not mean I think bad of you. Jokes apart. Please have a great life and make good out of it. Change is not just constant but it is good and so empowering. Alone is wonderful at some intervals to revisit yourself. And being alone in a different country is splendid and rejuvenating. It is amazing without an elder who has 'seen more rains' or the 'world than you'. It is amazing how you make a shift and upgrade at all levels; personality, professionally, monetarily, psychologically and atmospherically. It is one of the milestones that suggest you have grown.

I miss doing all this. I think the ship sailed, the train left and the bus drove off. But…

Dear Friend,

You must be in good health and status there. I see a lot of beautiful pictures under happy skies on green lawns, cloudy cliffs and saintly serene rivers with exotic looking food across diverse cuisine. I surely want to know the experience. Experience of visiting a new location and meeting new people from various other countries. How does your friend list look? How does it feel to be on your own? Back home people look at you with utmost respect. Everybody is proud of you. Your family, relatives, neighbours, street, city, state, country, the sky, the moon, the sun and the universe. What is your heart's expression? Is it overwhelming or relaxing?

How does it feel to stay away from home? How is it to do everything on your own? I am sure it started hand to mouth but even that had a quality of life. Absolutely not easy, I understand. But isn’t it a ‘look I achieved it’ moment at times?

It has to be a great walk on clean roads, inhaling fresh air, walking past the well mannered population and having people not look at what you are wearing. They do not spit, cough and throw things just like that. It is a beautiful strolling experience. Refreshing or depressing after the first few days? Your people are curious to talk to you ‘What is happening there, what did you make, how do you travel, how easy are you now with the new place etc,. Motivational, right?

They are glowing here with your self made attitude there. They flaunt your city’s gifts here. I know you have had a ride to choose it for them. Did they expect it from you?

Isn't it still a beautiful feeling buying them souvenir? They take pride in telling people you stay in whichever country.

Here people do not expect much from us. We are now what they want us to be and do. We are in the ‘the sad generation with happy pictures’ zone here. We struggle on wet and gross roads, footpaths just not for a walk, AQI falling to new lows as low as the billboards and hoarding about to fall on our heads and the highlight is yet we say ‘I love this city.’. Because the fact is we have nowhere to go. Which is out of no choice. ‘We’ are not all of us. But some of us who just thought one day our futures will take us across the seas and give us a better life. How big fools were we. We were meant to see people spit and walk on that mucus. Because we were not as fabulous and courageous as you. We weren’t as intelligent and sharp as you. But above all we just failed to realise our fates. How typically our fate was written and unsupportive in lifting us up. We failed to understand us.

Tell me, do you feel lonely there? Sure you might be. We are lonesome here in the crowds. You have had your moments, definitely.

Do you love cooking or have transformed into lazy bone ordering or eating junk everyday. I am so certain that you have learnt cooking and enjoy it like therapy at times.

And do not give me that nonsensical debate of ‘it's not easy’, ‘we have had to go through a lot’, ‘worked hard to reach here’ etc. We know how it must have been for you. However, the grass is always green on the other side. And amongst all the happiness there is an urge to pretend discomfort. And yeah, this city definitely does not call your heart back, which is why you are enjoying it there. So do not tell us you have hard times. The country will run for you if you are in trouble and may give you a rose and special treatment when you come back. We will not see that ever. So today living our life here is not like it was when you left the country. We trade our respect in return for sanity and money. After all, we still have to deal with dirt and indiscipline.

Does the mind feel free and decluttered? Does it have a lot of other burdens or exploring a life at once?

I suppose be thankful enough that all those toxic energies are kept away from you by fate and your will. It is a roller coaster when your critic stands right beside you. They surprisingly become your well wishers when you are away. Stay away and stay enlightened.

#work abroad #life abroad #international

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sandsofoneiros · 2 years

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Echo

Disclaimers: I have been out of the writing game for months but I decided to try a new series. I really hope some people like it and enjoy it. If you want to be tagged please let me know and all. Enjoy...

Word count: 2420

Warning: Mentions of food and anxiety.

Description: Sometimes Mondays aren't so horrible.... (I suck at descriptions.)

Pairing: Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x OFC (Juni Bishop)

Rating: Maybe PG just for some cussing or whatnot. Not too much happening other than introducing Juni.

Chapter One: Broken ATMS and Wet Dogs.

Juniper could barely keep her eyes open as she padded around the apartment to get ready for her morning shift at the bookstore. The rain was pouring outside, which made Juni only want to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away, but that wasn’t in her future. Bending down to search through the driver to find a pair of pants and a nice blouse, she yawned softly, trying her best not to groan loudly. It should have been a crime actually to work when the sun wasn’t out, but it could also be said it should be a crime to work when it was a lovely day. Either way, she was still set on crawling back into bed even as she was getting dressed. Her fingers combed through her hair to part it into sections to quickly braid as she watched the time on her phone. Mentally, she was reminding herself that she needed to stop and get gas, otherwise, she wasn’t getting to work. A horrible habit she had was testing the gods of fuel and seeing how far she could get before her gaslight came on. Something her father would already scold her about and how it damaged the car. She could almost hear the man ranting as she finishes braiding her hair. Noticed the single piece of strawberry blonde hair that she had missed and hurriedly tucked it into the braid before she got too frustrated. The smell of fresh coffee greeted her nostrils as she walked into the kitchen and smiled seeing Rue.

“Look at you awake before noon..” Juni teased before moving to the fridge to get her things to make her iced coffee.

“I have some dumb meeting at work. Apparently, some servers are complaining about one of that managers again and we need to all talk it out.” Rue scoffed before pouring her coffee into the cup.

“Is it Monica again? The one you don’t seem to like and micromanages you every shift?” Juni asked while hopping up on the counter and stirring her coffee that was more sugar and caramel than actual coffee.

“It always is. However, I didn’t complain. I gave up on that. I think it was someone else. Maybe the new girl…”

“Damn. Hope they get something done or her eyes open… “

“Monica? Not a chance. She’s older than the restaurant, she claims. Any plans tonight?”

“I don’t know yet. Probably just going to watch trash television or read.”

“I’ll bring home dinner and if you don’t want the usual, just text me.”

Giving her friend a thumbs up while she sipped her coffee, she inched off the counter to grab her back and check the time on her phone. It was time to go and she can already feel the dread bubbling in her stomach. Hoping that the shift would go back quickly if she was working with the less than favorite employees today… Telling rue goodbye and jogging down the stairs, Juni made her way to her car. Not minding the rain and simply hoping that she wouldn’t be late for work because of it. Or that there weren’t too many accidents on the road because of it. The gaslight came on not too long after she started down the road to the gas station. The gas station was seemingly busier than usual, and it took her a moment before she could pull up to the pump. Stepping out of her car, she dug through her wallet for her debit card and went to place it in the reader. Her head tilted to the side in confusion when it said, ‘Please see the cashier.’ Juni knew there was money in her account and was already checking her phone just to make sure. The line inside was long as well as she crossed the pavement to get inside and glanced around, trying to understand what was going on.

“I can help you right here!” The woman spoke as Juni stepped forward.

“I just fifteen on pump three…”

“We can’t take cards right now. The system is down. Only cash…”

“Oh. Do you have an ATM?”

“Yes, but it’s down as well..”

Juni’s face fell and she could already feel her anxiety bubbling up as she nodded and walked out of the store. Her mind racing to figure out if she could even make it to the next gas station that was on the end of her road. There weren’t many other options for her and there was no way she could make it to work. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to calm herself down. It would be okay. She could more than likely make it to the other gas station. No big deal. Taking a deep breath, she started her car again and tried to ignore the bright glow of her gas pump icon on her dash, and started towards the other gas station. Every single little noise made her stomach go into another knot and spiked her anxiety. “Not too much further…” she whispered, more to herself than the car. Why did Mondays have to be some call to adventure days? But not even the marvelous adventures, the adventures that happened before the actual hero came along?

Like a knight in shining armor, the sign for the gas station came into view and she pulled her car right to the pump and nearly fell out of the car as she got out to pump her gas. The moment the card reader asked for her pin number, she nearly screamed with joy and felt relaxed as she pumped her gas. Her anxiety slowly crawled back from the depths that it had come from. The rest of the journey to work was much calmer, and she found herself not dwelling too much on what the rest of the day held for her. It couldn’t be as horrible as her morning, and that was going to be behind her soon. Yet, Monday mornings seemed to have a way of ripping the rug out from underneath someone.

“And Juni, my darling, you’re at the cash register for your shift. We had a call out and I had to move things around…” Morgan spoke with a tiny smile.

Juni nodded her head and picked at the inside of her cardigan sleeve and gave a smile. “Totally fine. Things happened, and we gotta adapt. I totally get it and I’m only here until 4:30, so it’s no biggie.”

Deep down, she wanted to scream. Ever since they had trained her on the register, Juni had done little of the actual bookselling or shelving anything. She missed getting to actually help customers but had to stock the gift area and replenish all the little things around the cash stand area. The thing seemed too repetitive there, and she often was drained by the time it was her break or when the shift was over. Making her list of things to do before getting to her other projects, Juni made her way to her own personal hell.

The hours ticked by slowly and at some point Juni felt more like a robot trying to sell membership and tote bags to people that never even let her get the sentence out. Shrugging off her cardigan and placing it back in her locker along with her name tag, she close her locker and placed the lock on it before grabbing her bag and waving bye to a few people as she went through the doors. The rain had stopped not too long ago, and she was thankful for that. Hitting the unlock button frantically as she walked to her car, Juni was ready to end this not-so-great Monday, but as she stood at her door with her hand on the handle, she stopped for a moment. Something was whimpering nearby. Glancing around the parking lot and noticing that she couldn’t really see anything under cars or any babies making odd sounds, she was at a loss. Yet, it got louder and she glance down at her feet where she swore she heard it.

It was under her car.

Bending down and ignoring the pops of protest from her joints, she soon faced to face with the cutest puppy that she had ever seen. “Hello there, sweetheart. You can’t be comfy under there… Are you lost?” She cooed and moved back just a little more to give more space to the puppy, who tilted the moment that she started speaking to it. Juni wasn’t sure how she was going to get the little pup out from underneath her car, but she continued to keep still. “You can come out here. I won’t hurt you and the rain is gone…” She continued to speak and after a few minutes, the puppy slowly came out and approached her, sniffing at her hand before licking it. “Such a friendly little pup. I bet you’re lost… no one could ever just give up such a cutie like you…” Carefully scooping the pup into her arms, she looked around the parking lot again and tried to see if someone even remotely looked like they had lost a dog. The pup continued to lick at her hand and sniff her.

“Well, I guess I can take you to the apartment and see what information I can find out about you. I see your collar and I’m sure it’s got your info…” Juni mumbled before opening her car door and carefully placing the pup in her passenger seat and noticing the ID tag. “Echo? Your name is Echo?”

The pup’s tail began to wag and Juni couldn’t help but smile and scratch behind her ears. “Alright Echo, let’s get back to my place and I’ll check the back of it to see if there’s a number to call.”

The drive back to the apartment wasn’t too awful, even if she couldn’t keep Echo out of her lap and had received so many kisses that made her squeal with delight. Okay, so Monday wasn’t too terrible and maybe this was her sign to look into getting her own puppy to love and care for. After making one quick stop at the pet store just in case she had to keep Echo overnight, she walked into the apartment and set the bags on the counter.

“Finally, you’re home. I was about to start—Juni, is that a puppy?” Rue asked as she came to the kitchen and pointed to the German Shepherd puppy that barked at her.

“This is Echo, and she isn’t my puppy. I think she got loose and I’m going to call her owner in a moment.”

“You promise you didn’t steal someone’s puppy?”

“No! I didn’t. Will you pour her some food while I get the number off her tag?”

Rue nodded before getting everything out of the bag and setting it up while her friend looked at the back of the idea tag.

“Santiago Garcia. Not a name I know. Should I text or call them?”

“I would say text but a call is better in this case…” Rue suggested before taking Echo and taking her to the food bowl. Moving to the living room, she hit the call button on her phone and listened to it ring. Part of her hoped he didn’t answer. That way she could just leave a voice mail and have him call back. There was no answer, and the voice mailbox was generic.

“Hi, Mr. Garcia. My name is Juni, and I have found your puppy, Echo. If you could just call me back at this number or text me. Thank you…” She did her best not to speak too quickly and ended the call when she was done. The hard part was over and she fell back on the couch and undid her braid.

“Mr. Garcia? Sounds like an old man… Let’s hope he has caller id because you forgot to say your number…” Rue chuckled before taking a seat beside her and handing her the box of food. “Cheese fries with loads of bacon, cheese, and chives. Ranch on the side.”

“This is why I love you.”

“Because I’m your supplier for cheese fries? I’ve never been more honored.”

Settling into the evening, Juni tried to focus on the latest episode of 90 Day Fiance while Echo slept in her lap. Rue made her brief comments as she worked on her homework for school. The night was quiet until a buzz made Juni jump slightly as she took her phone. The number was unknown to her, but she quickly realized who it was the moment she read the message.

Thank you so much for calling! Sorry, this is Santiago Garcia. You found Echo, and I was texting you back.

Hey! Yeah, I was getting a little worried, but I have her with me. She’s asleep and I have no problem driving her home tonight. If not, then we can meet tomorrow morning?

I’m sorry to contact you so late. I have been looking for her all day and I barely checked my phone until I got home. I hate to make you get out so late and all. We can meet tomorrow morning?

That sounds perfect! I’ll send you the address of the gas station where we can meet.

Perfect, thank you so much, Juni.

“You get to see your dad tomorrow, Echo,” Juni spoke before yawing and looking over at Rue. “Will you ride with me to meet him? I don’t want to take a chance?”

“Of course. I don’t want you to get kidnapped by someone and if it happens, at least we’re together.” Rue spoke before yawning.

Checking the time, Juni scooped up Echo and made her way towards her bedroom. Maybe Monday wasn’t too horrible if she made a new cute friend even if she had to return her back to the owner. However, it seemed like the man was worried and eager to get reunited. Snuggling under the covers, her mind wondered what kind of man Echo’s owner was. What was Santiago Garcia like? One could tell a lot about someone by their dog or any pet. Was he a goofy man who was excited easily? A stern man who tolerated little, or what he was just someone who liked dogs? Shaking her head, Juniper couldn’t believe she was thinking about this pup’s owner, but her question would ultimately be answered tomorrow morning…

#Triple Frontier Fic #Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x OFC #Santiago Gracia x Juni #cw mentions of food #cw mentions of anxiety #mar's writing #my writing

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